This story begins with a scene from the episode "Chris-Crossed" and then back-tracks to follow Chris through his childhood up until the moment he travels back in time. Each chapter is an episode in Chris's life. Some of them are cued from scenes in the television show and some from my imagination. The story is based on facts up until the episode "Hyde School Reunion."
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Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed. This story is a product of my imagination. Some of the scenes have been taken from the script and modified. When this occurs, the episode and writer of the original scene is cited.
Part Six
"You never give up do you?" Chris asks.
"Not when it comes to protecting my son." Leo replies.
"Really?" Chris looks around. "Good job…dad."
-Season Six, Episode 118, "Soul Survivor"
"Chris, get down!" Leo yelled. A large blue energy ball flew up the stairs and straight for him. Chris held out his hand and deflected the ball back towards the demon that sent it at him. The demon screamed and blew up, sending fiery pieces all over the place. The pieces disappeared and Chris jogged down the stairs to his father.
"What are you doing here? We haven't seen you in about six months," he said, not waiting for a greeting. Leo opened his mouth to reply, but Chris barged on. "And you missed Wyatt's graduation…that was two years ago. You know what else that means?" Leo looked like he was about to start talking, but Chris cut him off for a third time. "You missed mine too. It was yesterday. Have anything to say to us? Or at least to me?"
"You need to be more careful. That demon could have killed you." Leo said. He looked at the charred demon remains on the floor and shook his head. "I don't need to lose another family member."
Chris gave his father an unbelieving look. Ever since his mother had died, Leo hadn't been around much. Actually, he hadn't been around much when his mother was alive either, but ever since her death, he'd taken long and frequent "vacations" from the family. Six months was considered to be short. Paige and Phoebe tried, but it wasn't easy for any of them. The power of three had been shattered and Phoebe's life had been thrown into chaos that day. If it wasn't for the almost daily visits from his grandfather, Chris didn't know how he would have survived. And now he was looking at somebody who was telling him that he wasn't going.
"Why would you care?" Chris shot back. Leo looked at him startled. "I mean, Dad, that you've missed some important things around here. And I'm leaving in a few months for college and you can't just show up there whenever you decide to." Chris folded his arms over his chest. "Anyway, if you feel the need to tell either of us to be more careful, tell it to Wyatt. I don't like what he's up to. It's not safe."
"And it's none of your concern," Wyatt's deep voice came booming out from the front door. The light shown from behind him, which gave Wyatt a god-like appearance in the doorway. He brushed his long curls aside and swept into the room, his trench coat blowing behind him. Leo's eyes quickly turned from anger to softness as he gazed at his elder son. Wyatt turned around and motioned to somebody behind him. A tall girl with dark skin, hair, and eyes followed him into the foyer. "This is Bianca. I met her at school. She's a Phoenix."
"A Phoenix? Wyatt, she's not safe." Leo said, his loving gaze growing hard. He clenched his hands into a fist, his knuckles growing white. "Wyatt, I know I'm not home a lot," Wyatt cut him off with a snort. "But you don't need to do anything dangerous to get attention."
"You think this is some kind of attention grabber?" Wyatt snorted a second time and looked at Bianca. Her face remained stony and emotionless. Chris looked at her and felt a flutter go through his chest. She caught him looking and her stony face broke into a smile, then quickly regained its composure. "You have no idea, Father. I need no attention. I haven't seen you in over a year and it hasn't made any difference to me."
Chris started to walk away from the stair case and towards the living room. Wyatt quickly shut the doors to the front of the house and followed him. The two brothers sat down on chairs across from each other and stared. Bianca quickly entered the room and stood near the wall. She folded her arms across her chest looked down at the brothers.
They'd never had a good relationship. Chris had always been jealous of the attention that Wyatt got and Wyatt was angry with Chris for existing. He couldn't stand the fact that he wasn't an only child and the single heir to the power of three throne. Their mother's death had started a rift between them that hadn't healed and most likely wasn't going to.
"What are you doing home, Wyatt?" Chris asked. Wyatt continued to stare at the picture on the wall behind Chris, not bothering to answer. Chris glanced quickly for a second time over at Bianca. She didn't move. He heard orbs in the next room. Leo was gone. He saw Wyatt glance at Bianca and she nodded her head. He heard some thudding noises upstairs and started to get up, but Wyatt waved his hand at the couch and Chris sat back down. He looked at his brother and was surprised to see almost smile.
"This is a big day, Chris," Wyatt began. "I came for your allegiance." He waved his hand over the table and a small book appeared. "I'm starting an empire and I want you to join me. We've been enemies for too long, brother. It's time we were allies." He picked up the book and held it out to Chris. "I want you to see what I found while I was away."
Chris put his fingers around the book, but it jumped from his grasp and skidded across the table. Without hesitation, Bianca waved her hand. The book changed directions midair and landed on the table in front of Wyatt. Wyatt picked it up and ran his finger along the pages. Chris looked at Wyatt, his heart and mind filling with dread.
"Wyatt, you didn't. Please tell me you didn't…" he trailed off. Wyatt let an evil-looking grin slide across his face. He flipped the book open and ran his finger down the wrinkled page, stopping three-quarters away from the bottom.
"There is no good, Chris," Wyatt said. He waved his hand and Bianca stepped away from the wall pulled a something out of her pocket. Chris watched as she handed an athame to Wyatt. "There is no evil." He ran his finger along the edge of the knife and slit the top of his finger. Blood began to trickle down his finger. "There is only power." He gave another nod and Bianca walked across the room and stood behind Chris. She rested her hands on his shoulders. Chris pulled away and Wyatt gave a cruel laugh.
"Wyatt, please don't do this," he whispered. "What about Aunt Paige…and Aunt Phoebe. What about Dad? You can't do this to them. They've lost enough as it is." Wyatt looked at him a second time and cocked his head.
"They're already gone, Chris. There's nobody left but you and me. And soon, it's only going to be me." He looked at Bianca and Chris felt her fingers grip his shoulders, then enter them. He gasped and tried to orb, but Wyatt threw the athame and it penetrated his shoulder. "Bianca is stripping you of your powers. Soon, you'll just be left here. No loss to me. There's only one way to save yourself now, Chris. I think you know what that is."
Chris groaned and tried to pull away from Bianca, but she held fast. He squeezed his eyes shut. Paige, Phoebe, his father…they were obviously gone, just as Wyatt had said they were. His father had always been able to sense his pain and he'd been in the room just minutes earlier. There's no way he'd be able to ignore the sheer panic, pain, and torture that Chris was experiencing.
"Fine," he whispered. Wyatt looked at him, his expression startled.
"What did you say?" he asked. Chris nodded his head, his face contorting with pain.
"Fine. Yes. Whatever it will take. Just leave me alone. Stop the pain," Chris spat out. Wyatt nodded at Bianca and she removed her hand. Chris fell forwards, powerless. He looked up at Wyatt, his eyes tearing slightly. It wasn't enough that he had been tortured as a child, Wyatt wasn't satisfied. Wyatt would never be satisfied. "What do you want from me?"