Disclaimer- I do not own Charmed, much as I want to. The only thing that is mine is this storyline.

Yay! My exams are over, so heres an update :) Enjoy!

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Previously…

Piper whispered a spell under her breath. Chris whirled round to face her furiously. "What did you do?" He gasped.

"We're going back to your memories of the past." She explained as the scene before them whirled in a mass of colours. They reappeared in the lounge at the manor.

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Piper, Wyatt and Leo looked around as Chris leaned flippantly against a wall, scowling at his family from the other side of the room as a scene unfolded in front of them.

A four year old Chris was hiding behind a couch as Leo was looking for him.

Leo paced the lounge floor like an angry animal. "Come out Chris. I'm going to find you eventually and when I do…"

Piper tried to smack the Leo on the arm, but her hand went through him. "Oh. Right. Memory. Can't touch anything."

Wyatt raised an eyebrow at his mother, turning to look at the memory Leo. He had found Chris, who was now sobbing uncontrollably.

"D-Daddy… I d-didn't mean to bweak the c-cup…" Chris said as Leo advanced on him. Terrified, he went to orb out, but the memory Leo grabbed his orbs and pulled him back down to Earth. He clouted his son round the ear. The little Chris looked like he wanted to scream, but Leo hissed at him to keep him quiet.

However, as he raised his hand to smack him again, a six year old Wyatt orbed in, snatching Chris away from Leo. "Go away, Leo". Leo took one look at Wyatt and orbed out.

Wyatt pulled his brother to his feet. "I won't let him hurt you again. I have your back…"

"And I-I've g-got yours." Chris smiled at his brother.

Leo turned to look at the older Chris. "That never happened!"

Chris looked at him sarcastically. "That's what you were always telling Mum."

Wyatt looked at him. "Dad's telling the truth. That never happened." He waved his hand, projecting him, Chris and his father playing in the park. Chris giggled as Leo was throwing him around in circles while Wyatt was munching on a sandwich from a picnic basket Leo had brought with them.

The older Chris looked longingly at the happy scene. Piper could see the longing in his face; he seemed really starved of attention.

The scene stopped playing. Chris almost immediately snapped back to the nonchalant look he had been wearing later. But Piper knew that they had touched him. The scene in the lounge shifted, Leo playing hide and seek with Chris, rather than the disturbing scene before. The older version of Chris clutched his head. "Get out of my head! You're twisting things! That's not what happened!" He yelled. He tried to force his three family members out of his head, but Wyatt fought back.

"We're staying until we fix what happened to you. We're not twisting things; we're putting them back the way they are supposed to be!"

The scene started shifting again, several scenes flashing past. Scenes of Chris torturing innocents, demons, laughing with pleasure as he used his telekinetic power to choke…

They stood on unsteady feet as they looked around a cavern in the Underworld. An eight year old Chris was chained up to the wall. "Four months today…" A demon taunted. "That's four months since you were brought here. Your family couldn't even be bothered to save you…"

Chris sat up in his chains, glaring at the demon. "SHUT UP."

The demon laughed. "Oooh. Someone has issues!" He waved his hand, showing the Halliwell family sitting in the dining room, laughing and eating one of Piper's meals.

"No one loves you. You're going to die here allll alone." He taunted, prodding one of the many wounds on Chris' body. Chris simply glared at him in return.

Wyatt orbed in. "At last!" He threw an energy ball at the demon, who disintegrated into dust with a shout.

"Wy!" Chris looked relieved. "Leo put me here."

Leo winced, noting that this Chris had gotten into the habit of calling him Leo.

"What?!" Wyatt exclaimed.

"He said he wanted me out of the way. That I was holding the rest of the family back…"

Wyatt looked furious. "We'll make him pay for that." He held his hands over Chris, healing him.

Leo pointed at the memory. "OK. That didn't happen either. That demon kidnapped you and we found you after two days."

The older Chris glared at him. "Oh not that again." However, he didn't stop watching Wyatt's portrayal of events, watching the whole family saving him. He frowned as he saw people that he didn't recognise, along with the cousin Matt he had never seen before… He seemed to have three memories, two where Paige just hadn't had children and another… He grasped onto the memory of watching his cousin Matt come in the door with a tired but happy looking Aunt and Uncle…it seemed that the future had had more children into it after he had saved Wyatt… He shook his head, confused. He had never saved Wyatt. Why would he need to? His mind was spinning…

The scene shifted again, even more suddenly than before. Piper smiled, it seemed that they were making some headway.

Everyone was feeling quite dizzy when the scene settled into the manor kitchen. In this memory Piper was busy stirring the mixture for a birthday cake. Phoebe and Paige were busy hanging the birthday decorations in the other room. Suspicion dawned in the watching Piper's face, especially since Chris on the other side of the room was not glaring. He was watching in a daze, clearly shocked. Leo racked his brains… something about Chris' birthday…

Leo walked over to the stairs, where a fourteen year old Chris, who looked identical to the age Chris was now, was running down the stairs scowling. He threw a piece of paper on the floor. Leo started reading it. It was a letter in his handwriting, wishing his son happy birthday, but he was too busy to make it to his party. Leo frowned, noting the similarities to Chris' other life. In Chris' memories not only was he a child beater, but an abandoner as well. No wonder Chris had shown such contempt for him.

Chris skidded to a stop in the kitchen. "Hi Mum." He flashed her his winning smile.

Piper smiled warmly back. "Hey there Peanut. Happy Birthday."

"Is it chocolate cake?" He asked with pleading eyes.

"Yeeess. But you're not going to stand there and eat all of it before it even gets in the oven." She shooed him out of the kitchen with a flapping of her hands.

"But Muuuum." He whined.

"No."

The doorbell rang. Chris opened the door. Two men wearing suits were standing at the door.

"Mrs Halliwell?" The one on the left enquired.

"Do you mean Mum?"

"Uh, yes."

Chris stepped aside, and the two men invited themselves in. Chris noticed there were several black vans parked outside. He frowned with worry.

"Mum?"

"No, peanut you can't have any cake. I've told you already!" Piper came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a teatowel. She stopped short in the hallway, noticing the men.

"Phoebe? Paige?!" She called. She turned to the men. "What did you want?"

The man didn't reply, instead he pulled a gun out and pointed it at her.

"Mrs Halliwell, you are under arrest on suspicion of being a witch."

Piper shook her head in denial. "A witch?" She smiled nervously. "Such things don't exist." She moved to flick her hands.

The man smiled at her. "You come, or I'll shot the boy." He grabbed Chris, putting the gun to his head.

The projections of Wyatt, Piper and Leo could only watch as the events unfolded.

Piper stepped back, one hand to her mouth.

Paige ran in and tried to call for the gun, but the man's partner shot her first. She coughed blood and looked surprised for a moment before sliding down the wall. She was dead.

Chris cried out as Phoebe tried to run to her little sister. She was shot dead for her troubles.

"Screw this." The man said before shooting Piper in the chest. Wide-eyed, she looked fearfully at Chris as the man roughly threw him to the floor.

Chris clutched for his mother's hand.

"L-love you peanut." She choked out before her head slumped to the door. She was dead as well.

Chris stood up, shaking with fury. He roared. He telekinetically grabbed the guns from the men's fingers and turned them on the men, shooting them. He orbed to the front door, telekinetically lifting the black vans into the air, crashing them violently to the road. Black clouds rolled in, thunder booming around the manor house.

Wyatt orbed in. "Chris!" he yelled.

Chris didn't respond, busy pulling one of the men out of the black vans, causing him to rise into the air with his telekinesis. Chris choked him to death, laughing manically. Wyatt looked at his dead mother and aunts.

He shimmered to Chris, grabbing him. "What happened?" He choked out, tears in his eyes.

"They killed Mum and the aunts. Mortals. Innocents. I'm making them pay." Chris growled.

Wyatt howled with rage. He held his hands out, blasting two of the vans into a neighbour's house.

"Stop this!" The real Chris yelled, clutching at his head, tears in his eyes.

"I can't." Piper said her voice quiet and strained.

The memory Chris shimmered out and reappeared behind another man, stabbing him in the back with an athame he had acquired from somewhere. He and Wyatt worked in tandem, blowing men up and destroying the street in the process. Even though they were only watching the scene, Wyatt, Leo and Piper could feel the raw grief that had manifested as anger.

"THIS ISN'T WHAT HAPPENED CHRIS!" Leo yelled. He had realised that the only way to move onto the next memory was to change the one that they were in now.

"I-I don't believe you." Chris glared at him, but he didn't seem so sure.

Wyatt walked to his 'evil' brother, giving him a hug. Chris leaned into it subconsciously. Wyatt whispered into Chris' ear what had really happened, the demons that had tried to attack on his birthday, and had failed. At how the whole family had been there, including Leo. Chris desperately clung onto his memory though, shaking. "T-that's not what happened… this feels so real…" The memory started to shift as Chris began to remember what had really happened.

Everything swirled into blackness as the four of them where whisked into a blank room, everything was grey, the floors, the walls. There were no windows. Piper looked around, confused. This was not a past memory. It seemed that the spell had come to a natural end.

Chris was sobbing in the middle of the room. The normally unemotional Chris was rocking, holding his knees to his chest protectively. He looked lost, confused. There were three sets of memories fighting for dominance in his head. It was hard enough for him to deal with two sets of memories, but three? He couldn't deal with this. He started shaking.

"Chris?" Wyatt asked tentatively.

Chris looked at him, tears falling down his cheeks. "G-go away." There was a storm raging in his eyes as the astral versions of Wyatt, Piper and Leo were forced out of his head.

Phoebe ran to her oldest nephew, sister and brother-in-law, giving them all a big hug in her relief. Then she stepped back, looking at her younger nephew, Chris. There was an expression of worry on her face. While Chris was normally able to block her empathy, she could feel mixed emotions. There were too many for her to distinguish, although confusion was the main one. It took her a lot of effort to stop the emotions taking hold of her.

Chris was lying in the centre of the cage, still sleeping as Leo had used the rest of the family supply of sleeping dust on him, which had been quite a lot. She watched as his eyes blinked open. The emotions in those eyes… Phoebe took a step towards him, concern etched on her features. There was the Chris she remembered from the past, detached and focussed, hiding his emotions from the world, then there was the young Chris she knew, looking lost and confused. Just as suddenly the eyes switched to the cold, evil look in them that had prevailed hours before. She was lost in a whirl of emotions.

"Y-you've got to help Chris." She gasped.

Wyatt kicked one of the crystals away from him, stepping out of the protected cage. Piper moved one of the crystals from the cage holding Chris. Wyatt ran into the cage, holding his brother into a very protective hug. His mother and father held back, knowing that in all of the memories Chris had, Wyatt was the one thing that had remained the same, in one form or another.

Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief as the emotions calmed down significantly.

Piper turned to Paige. "We need a potion. That's the only way we can get rid of the rest of Chris' false memories! A spell would be too risky."

Prue stepped forward. "I've already made one, Auntie Piper." Matt made faces behind her back before his father Richard noticed and elbowed him in the ribs.

Piper smiled at her. "Thanks, but can I have a look at the recipe? I don't want to risk giving Chris something that might wipe all his memories!"

Prue handed her the piece of paper, knowing that her Aunt had confidence in her Potion making abilities, knowing her Aunt was checking.

Piper looked at the ingredients along with Richard, who nodded his approval at his niece's prowess. She had added some ingredients, to help Chris sleep and to boost the power yet keep the gentleness of the potion.

Piper handed the potion vial to Wyatt, who took it carefully.

"Chris?" Chris looked up at him, tears shining in his eyes along with confusion.

"Wy? I-I'm so confused. What's h-happening?" He asked.

"Shhh. Just take this… it'll make everything alright." Wyatt put the bottle to Chris' lips, pouring the contents gently down his throat. Piper and Leo smiled at the unflinching trust Chris had in his brother as Chris swallowed.

Wyatt ruffled Chris' hair as Chris slowly fell asleep. His eyes flickered open as he fought against the urge to sleep. "You've got my back and I've got yours." He murmured, before succumbing to sleep.

Phoebe hugged her daughters, smiling and trying to resist the urge to awww at the scene unfolding in front of her. Paige smiled at her oldest sister. Wyatt remained completely focussed on his little brother.

As usual, when there was a 'moment' in the Halliwell manor, it was interrupted. Several demons shimmered in on the previous orders of Chris. The Halliwell twenty-four hour spell had expired, allowing demons back into the house. Wyatt put up his forcefield around Chris and himself, as everyone else made short work of the demons with potions and powers. Some shimmered out, realising that their master was not in commission after all, definitely not worth risking going against the Charmed family for.

When the last demon was turned to ash, everyone focussed their attention on Chris, who was still sleeping in his older brother's arms. His face was more peaceful than it had been for a long time. Wyatt whispered to his Dad that he was going to orb Chris to their bedroom, let him rest in his own bed. Leo nodded and Wyatt and Chris disappeared in a flurry of orbs.

Wyatt used his magic to change Chris into his pyjamas, without disturbing him and tucked the duvet in. Chris' chest rose and fell gently. Piper and Leo walked into the room, settling down to keep watch next to Chris, along with Wyatt.

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Chris was whimpering softly in his sleep, as the potion came to the more tormenting memories, sifting through for the false ones. Unfortunately for Chris, there were plenty of real ones, from his previous timeline. While the potion softly erased the evil memories, it made him face his worse ones in the process. Wyatt squeezed his hand gently, as Piper stroked his hair out of his face. Leo felt his pulse. While it was racing, it was racing from stress, which he could do nothing about, and the efforts of Piper and Wyatt were helping to calm him down.

"Muuum." He moaned softly, turning slightly in his bed and going a shade paler. Piper realised he was being forced to see her die again. She whispered comfortingly in his ear, reassuring him that she was alive. It seemed to help.

They sat like this for several hours, comforting Chris through his nightmares until his breathing levelled out again. Chris smiled gently in his sleep, and snuggled into his brother's arm. "Wy…" He whispered in his slumber, causing his parents to smile at one another. Wyatt had fallen asleep on the bed next to his brother, not that there was much room for him, being a single bed. Leo gently shifted Wyatt and Chris next to each other, realising that Chris was taking comfort from his older brother's presence. Piper and Leo smiled, settling in their chairs in order to keep vigil.

Chris slowly opened his eyes to find Wyatt sleeping soundly next to him, snoring slightly. His mother was sleeping in the chair to his left, while he noticed his father asleep on his right. He smiled, but then winced at the headache he had. He couldn't remember what how he had gotten into his bed. Thinking harder, he noticed that he couldn't remember anything since he had started feeling sleepy when he was eating, after Wyatt had been grounded for using magic to try and get a DVD rather than walking to the shop to get one instead. He desperately tried to remember, but the headache was stopping him from concentrating.

Wyatt stirred, waking up as he could sense his brother's confusion and pain. He nudged his father's hand as he sat up, waking him up as well. "Chris?" He asked worriedly.

"W-wy?" Chris looked confused. But not evil. Leo sighed a sigh of relief.

Wyatt hugged his little brother. "Good to have the real you back!"

Chris frowned, even more confused, but also with the headache. His empathy was showing him the vast amount of relief his brother and father had, but he couldn't remember why. And Chris didn't like feeling like he was left out of the loop. He tried to sit up, but his arms shook with the effort. Why did he feel so weak? His right arm in particular ached as though he had been given several injections. Leo noticed and held his hand over the arm, letting his healing power wash over it, while Wyatt, noting that the lines etched in Chris' forehead were probably caused by a headache, held his hand over his head, soothing the headache away with his healing power. Chris smiled a shaky smile, as it was relief tinged with confusion.

Wyatt looked at his mum who was sleeping soundly in the chair, rather than look at Chris. He was still ashamed at having learned that for all his life, Chris had been dealing with his personal consequences as well as his own. Chris noticed this and his smile faded. "OK. What's wrong?" He demanded, his voice a little croaky.

Leo nodded to Wyatt, who used his power to project what had happened.

Chris gasped. "I was evil? I did all that?!" He leaned back into his pillows, exhausted as he had been through a lot.

Wyatt smiled nervously at him. "You look good in black." He joked.

Chris smiled broadly back. "Did you see Mum's face when she saw you wearing those leather pants?"

"Well it wasn't as daring as hiding a darklighter wound from us! And you do realise that the runes you burned off the floor are supposed to be able to confine even gods and titans?!" Leo retorted.

"About the personal consequences thing…" Chris said softly.

Wyatt winced, looking very guilty. "I-I'm so sorry."

Chris held up his hand. "Don't be. Saving you was worth it. And I would do it all over again."

Wyatt looked at his brother. "Well I'm not going to do any more spells with personal consequences."

Chris snorted in disbelief. Wyatt nudged him gently. "Really. I mean it." He said.

Chris looked him in the eyes. "I know. I felt as your younger brother, the snort of disbelief was a requirement." He teased, his voice trailing off as he fell asleep again.


Barbas looked into his pool. "It's nearly time…" He announced to himself. "Soon I will bring Chris' worst fears to life… and with his death; the other Halliwells will be ripe for the killing… easy to pick off. Or maybe I can kill a few using Chris' fear against him…" He smiled creepily. He had studied Chris for long enough to make his fears seem more convincing than any other fears he had portrayed to any of his victims. Chris was special, requiring more than the normal reading to trick him into believing that what he feared was coming true… it took more effort to fool the smart twice-blessed one... but at last, he was confident… Barbas laughed, his laughter echoing around his cavern.

A/N: Barbas will attack soon, as in next chapter soon (Just incase you wanted to know!)