I never thought I would finish this story, but now that I've done the last chapter, I'm a little sad to see it done. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me through all of these chapters and commented, be it good or even bad comments. I'm glad you've all enjoyed it. I guess this would be considered an epilogue of sorts and I do hope you like the way I've ended things. There will not be a sequel to this, but there may be other Charmed stories in the future. I do not own Charmed.

Chris breathed in slowly. His eyes fluttered open, meeting a pair of brown eyes. The eyes were familiar yet different all at the same time.

Wyatt stood over his brother, wondering if he was alright. "Chris, what happened?" He asked. Chris had insisted they check out an old warehouse. When they arrived, they discovered that demons were using it as some sort of safe house. During their attempt to vanquish the demons, Chris had collapsed suddenly.

Chris shot upright immediately when Wyatt spoke. He pushed himself away from his brother and just stared for a moment. His brother had short hair, short enough that you couldn't see the curls that were usually natural to it. He was dressed in blue jeans with a light blue button down shirt tucked neatly into them. "Are you ok?" Wyatt asked. He wasn't sure he liked the look Chris was giving him.

Chris gazed at his surroundings. The warehouse looked familiar. "What's going on? I mean, you're..." He trailed off. He watched Wyatt get stabbed, he watched his brother take his last breaths.

"What?" Wyatt asked curiously. "What is it?"

"You, I mean you're dead. I watched you die and..." Chris stammered. Wyatt wasn't sure what was going through Chris' mind, but clearly he wasn't thinking straight. "This place, this was the warehouse where the resistance was."

"Yes, you dragged me here because this was in one those weird dreams you've been having." Wyatt replied. "When you collapsed earlier, I thought maybe your dreams had decided to affect you in your waking hours. I think this is something you might want to consider talking to Mom and Dad about."

"Mom and Dad?" Chris questioned.

"Yes, you've been having these dreams for months now. You're the one that said they seemed more like memories than dreams and maybe they can shed some light on the subject." Wyatt said.

Chris thought for a moment, remembering the dreams. They definitely weren't dreams. He remembered everything; the dark future, going into the past, saving his brother, his family. He looked at Wyatt and smiled.

"What are you smiling about?" Wyatt asked. He reached a hand down and helped Chris to his feet.

"I did it or we did it." Chris replied.

"I don't follow." Wyatt said.

Chris continued to smile. "You don't need to follow." He said. He also remembered the life he had after he saved Wyatt. He and his brother grew up together in the manor with both parents. He and Wyatt were currently sharing an apartment a few miles away from the manor. His Aunts were alive and well, both married with three kids each. "We should head over to the manor."

"That's where I was trying to drive us earlier, but you decided we needed to check out this warehouse on the way." Wyatt replied.

"Oh, ok." Chris said.

They both walked out of the warehouse into the bright sun. They walked up the long alley like two warriors out to take on the world. They made it to the street where Wyatt's Ford Escape was parked. Chris walked along the sidewalk to the passenger side of the car and a woman came by quickly, bumping into him. A bag of groceries she had been carrying spilled all over the sidewalk.

"Sorry." The woman said as she bent and frantically began reaching for the items that had spilled in every direction.

Chris reached down to help her and their eyes met for a moment. "Bianca?" He seemed to question. His heart skipped a beat as their hands met, reaching for the same item.

She looked up at Chris. "I'm sorry, have we met before?" She asked him.

"I um..." Chris wasn't sure how to answer her question. They had met, but technically that was in what...an alternate future? How do you explain that to someone? "You just look familiar."

She smiled at him. "You do too. Have you ever been to P3? Maybe I've seen you there." She said.

"Yeah, that used to be my Mom's club." Chris replied. She had sold it after she finally got her restaurant up and running.

"Chris we gotta get over to the manor." Wyatt said from inside the car. He was already inside with the car running.

Chris glanced at Wyatt. "Yeah." He turned back to Bianca. "Sorry, I have to go."

"Well maybe I'll see you at P3 tonight." She said as she finished gathering up all of her items and stood with Chris.

Chris smiled. "Maybe." He said. She smiled and walked off. Chris went to the car and climbed in. He wasn't sure if there would ever be a place for Bianca in any new future. Just by chance though, she had found him in the street. They had nearly knocked each other over and that to Chris was a sign, a sign that anything was possible, that maybe there was a place for her in his life still.

Wyatt drove them to the manor. It wasn't a long drive, but they sat in silence. Chris was too lost in his thoughts to talk. He thought about the past and the old future, how things were when Wyatt was evil. Looking at his brother now though, he couldn't see a trace of evil in him. He and Wyatt were close, as brothers should be. They weren't just brothers, they were best friends. They fought evil together and carried on their family's magical heritage.

Wyatt wasn't saying much because he was horrible at keeping surprises and secrets and there was one waiting for Chris back at the manor. Today was Chris' twenty-third birthday and his family had a party planned, despite Chris insisting he didn't want one.

Wyatt pulled up in front of the manor and parked. They both stepped out and walked up the stairs to the manor. Wyatt let Chris open the door and step in first, since everyone was waiting for him. When he stepped in they all shouted "Happy Birthday" to him.

Balloons and streamers filled the home. Chris smiled when his eyes fell on his parents. They were both standing close to one another with smiles. He walked up to his mother and embraced her in a huge hug. "What is this for?" She asked him.

"Because I never got to say goodbye to you." He replied as he pulled away.

"What are you talking about Peanut?" Piper wondered. Something seemed different as she looked into her youngest son's eyes.

"It's nothing Mom." He said.

"You remember, don't you?" Leo asked. When Chris said he never got to say goodbye to Piper, he immediately thought about the night of his son's birth, the night when his adult sons were taken from them both. The Angel of Destiny took Chris away from them before Piper had gotten out of surgery. She was devastated at the loss of her boys, but she knew she would meet them again in the future.

"Remember what?" Piper asked Leo. She looked at Chris. "What is it?"

"Chris, it's time to blow out the candles." His sixteen year old cousin Peyton said. Her twin sister stood next to her. Behind them in the dining room was a huge cake on the table. One of his closest friends, Jake stood by the table. Jake was the most unusual friend he and Wyatt had, being that he was only half human. His other half was manticore. His father, Derek, fought to save him from the other manticores with the help of the Charmed Ones.

Chris walked over to the table. The cake had written in blue frosting 'Happy birthday Pean.' Piper nudged him. "Sorry, ran out of frosting." He smiled and everyone sang the birthday song to him.

When they finished singing, Chris stared down at the cake for several moments as the candles burned. "Aren't you going to make a wish?" Paige asked.

He looked up at his Aunt and then back down at the cake. "I've already got everything I want." He said before blowing out the candles.

A short while later, his father pulled him into the kitchen alone. "There's something different about you, Chris. What you said to your mother earlier...you remember don't you, remember coming to the past?" Leo asked.

Chris took in a deep breath before answering. "It started with dreams, nightmares. Then today Wyatt said I collapsed during a demon fight. When I came to, I remembered everything. Why didn't you tell me that I came back?" He wondered. His parents had told him and Wyatt that a demon and Elder had been out to harm Wyatt around the time of Chris' birth, but they never mentioned that someone had come to the past to warn them about any of it.

"We thought about telling you, but we weren't sure how you or Wyatt would react to any of it. If you had told us about these dreams sooner, we would have told you right then and there." Leo replied. "I'm sorry we didn't tell you. It's not everyday a parent has to tell their child that he came back in time to save his own family."

"Dad, how did you stop Gideon?" Chris asked curiously. "You were made a white lighter again, but you used an Elder power on him."

"I was curious about that myself, so after you left I talked to the Elders about it." Leo explained. "When they made me a white lighter again, they said they never took away my Elder powers until after you left. They thought I might need them to help protect my family and fight Gideon."

Wyatt stepped into the room. "What are you guys talking about?" He asked.

"Um, nothing." Chris said. "I'll explain later."

"But aren't you going to P3 later?" Wyatt shot back. "I heard you and that girl talking."

"What girl?" Leo asked.

"Just someone I bumped into on the street earlier." Chris replied with a smile. The thought of Bianca almost made him feel giddy inside. He wasn't sure she would be a part of any new future of his and seeing her on the street earlier just filled him with joy. Maybe they still had a future together.

Chris stepped out from the kitchen with his brother at his side. They were both prepared to conquer the world together. They were both warriors for the side of good, ready to rid the world of any evil that got in their way, ready to do whatever it takes to protect innocents and to protect their family. This was the way the future was meant to be all along, two powerful brothers fighting side by side instead of against one another. Two powerful brothers standing tall for the force of good, with a purpose and destiny that was meant to be all along. As long as they stood tall and strong, the demons would cower in the shadows, fearful for their lives while the forces of good continued to grow stronger and stronger.


So that's the ending. I always hated how the show never really gave us any glimpse of the new future. They never really gave us closure after Chris' death on the show and I hope that by writing about the future, I have done that. Feel free to comment. Thank you all so much for everything.