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A/N: Okay, I'm soooooo sorry about the delay. But, I've been having too many migranes to count. Plus my uncle went back into the hospital, and so did my grandmother. It's not been a very good time for me. I also have to worry about my boyfriend. He's doing really bad in school, so I'm trying to help him. But, I guess that my school work has been swamping me. Mainly because I've had make-up work to do. But, non the less, like I said in the last chapter, the story must continue. I'm not giving up on it. Oh, plus I want your guys opion on an idea for a story after this one. I'll fill you in in the next chapter A/N.

Chapter 25 A Journey

Chris looked around where he was. It was a very horrible looking place. It was dark, and it appeared that people were in serious pain. The only problem was he couldn't place where he was. But then he saw something that literally made his heart stop. It was the ruins of Golden Gate Bridge. He looked over to his grandma and she was looking at him.

"How are we in San Fransisco?" Chris asked.

"This is a mere reflection of what the original future was," Grams P said.

"Wait, I'm in the original future? I thought I was going to the afterlife," Chris said.

"Well, this is kind of the jouney there. You have to face tasks in order to get to the place. I'm here to help you face and cope with those tasks."

"What do you mean by 'cope'," he put air quotes on cope.

"Well, you'll have to see. But we are suppose to go where ever you want."

Chris sighed and said, "Do my powers work." Grams P shook her head. "Great, I don't even get to defend myself. I just get to kick whatever guy in the nuts."

Once he was done ranting, he made his way down the hill they were on. He didn't know where his feet were taking him but he knew that it wouldn't be good. Soon he realized they were outside of the manor. It looked to be intact, and looked great. He walked in to find that looks can be deciving. Inside it was like a museum, a tribute to the Charmed Ones.

"This is what happened to my house? It's a museum?!" Chris practically screamed.

"Shhhh, they'll hear you. They can see you, but not me," Grams P said.

Chris glared at her, "You couldn't of told me that."

"I'm sorry honey. But this is after the other Chris escaped Wyatt and went back the second time."

"Oh, great. So, if he finds me then he'll know that something's off?"

"Worse."

"What could be worse?"

"He'll keep you."

"Come again."

"Wyatt will take you to where he lives and keep you there. He won't let you leave, and that will make you traped here."

"Okay. I got to be calm. I mean, no one came to check on the yell right?"

A demon showed up and looked at Chris. Chris thought, Why did I jinx it?

Wyatt sat on the couch staring at nothing. The others in the room were not so quiet. Paige was suggesting war against Death and Leo was agreeing. Pheobe was yelling that it would only result in their demise. Piper was trying to explain that it was Chris's choice to go that he wanted to save everyone. Keven and Cole were watching. Jacycius and Netherlean were discussing what they could do. But the Shadow seemed not to be bugged about anything that was going on and Wyatt noticed.

"Shadow, I need to talk to you," Wyatt said dragging him into the kitchen.

Once there the Shadow said, "You need something Wyatt?"

"Yeah, I'd like to know why you don't seem concerned about my little brother," Wyatt said bluntly.

"Well, unlike some of them idiots in there I happen to know that things happen for a reason," Shadow said.

"Cut the bullshit. I know that you know something."

"Even if I did, what makes you think I'd tell you?"

Wyatt grit his teeth and hissed, "Because I'd snap your damn neck."

"Hmm, considering that. I'm sooo scared of the Twice Blessed who can't keep his anger in check. You know that was your problem in the original future. You were too easily pissed. I mean if you would of paid attention then you would of known your brother's plans. He would of been in your grasp. You would of known not to show your weakness. You would of gotten Chris, told everyone, they touch him they die. But, you let your anger get the better of you when one measly demon raped him. If it was me, I would of wisened up and made sure no one crossed me."

"Not even your brother?"

"Maybe, with a different punishment. But trust me when I say that I'm not going to tell you jack-shit."

Wyatt felt his anger rising, "Why not?"

"You know, consult your family."

Wyatt stared at the Shadow as he walked off. Then he thought for a minute. His family, the Shadow had thrown a clue at him. But what would they know that Wyatt didn't. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. It wasn't the family in the other room, it was the family in the afterlife. Wyatt mentally slapped himself for being stupid.

Chris felt really stupid. How could he jinx himself? The demon that came recognized him as Christopher Halliwell. Now, he's being dragged to Wyatt. The demon wanted sole credit, but not to say that Chris hadn't tried to get away. That was how he got the swollen left eye, the forming bruise on his stomach, the bloody nose, and he was pretty certain the broken ribs. But, he knew he was in deep crap.

"Umm, exactly where is my uh brother?" Chris asked casually.

"In the planning room."

"Why not just shimmer there?"

"No one can shimmer in there. Here we are."

Chris saw a huge door. The demon opened it, inside was about fifteen demons. At the head of the table was nonother than Wyatt, himself. Wyatt stood up at the sight that was brought to him. Chris felt every eye on him. But he saw Wyatt's eyes going down, studying every inch of him. His teeth gritted.

"EVERYONE, OUT NOW!" Wyatt roared.

Everyone but the demon and Chris scurried out of the room. Chris was sure that Wyatt was angry. Wyatt casually lifted his hand and the demon went flying into the wall. Wyatt walked over to where Chris was and stood beside him.

"How many times have I told you all not to hurt Chris? I believe my words were, touch Chris and die. Now, you seem to of given him a swollen eye, a bloody nose," he lifted Chris's shirt. "A bruise on his stomach and it looks like broken ribs. Since you disobeyed me, you die."

The demon went up in flames. Then Wyatt turned to Chris.

"I suspect you're not my actual brother," Wyatt said. "You're younger than he is."

"Yep, I'm not your bro. So how about you just let me go and I'll be on my way."

Wyatt laughed, "You think I'm that stupid. I know you're not my Chris, but you are Chris."

"Uh...," Chris didn't like the predator gaze he was getting. "Well, then why point it out."

"Because, I know you must be about seventeen. Which makes you seven years younger than me. I'm guessing you're from another future, which means Chris succeeded. But I have you."

"But, I'm not your Chris."

"That may be true. But you know, I already killed one of my demons for you. I guess you get the honor of replacing my Chris. You get his room and what he was going to be to me."

Wyatt looked at the book and then back up to the candles.

"Okay, here goes nothing.

Here these words,
here my cry,
spirit from the other side,
come to me,
I summon thee,
cross now the great divide."

White lights appeared and formed his aunt Prue and great-grandmother.

"Wyatt!" Prue said happily.

"Aunt Prue, Grams, I need your help."

They looked at him with all their attention.

A/N: Longer, definately longer. Your thoughts?