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 Seven
"You can't just pop in from the future like this and play with people's lives because your big brother picked on you!" said Phoebe.
"He picked on the world!" Chris retorted.
Season Six, Episode 126, "I Dream of Phoebe"
Chris was running when he heard his name being called. Instead of stopping, he ran even faster. He didn't even want to think of the consequences that would occur if he were caught. He would be punished; not because he was disobeying, but because Wyatt would know. Wyatt always knew.
The voice started to get louder, but it didn't stop Chris from running. He was almost there… just need to go another mile and he'd get to his destination.
Chris, he heard. It was the loudest of all the calls, but still, he tried to ignore it. Things hadn't been going so well since Wyatt had almost killed him. He'd started to tiptoe around his older brother, never trying to upset him. He'd entered his first year at college, but was living at home. Wyatt's favorite thing to tell him was that Chris wasn't any good to him if he was more than a two-minute orb away.
"Chris." That time it was a command. Chris stopped running and looked at the blurred world around him. It was a grayish color, but he accounted that to the eye injury that some demon had given him a couple days ago. There were no healers. Not since they'd fled. Wyatt's powers were growing and his forces were multiplying. Everybody was getting out while they still could, before Wyatt staged a full blown take over.
"Wake up, Chris. Now." Chris shook his head and tried to look more closely at the landscape around him. All shades of gray. It wasn't his eyes. He was back to the place with no returns. Finally he'd see his mother again, for the first time in six years. He started to jog again. Something was pulling him forwards, towards something…special. Something that he had wanted to get to for a long time. He just couldn't figure out what it was.
"Chris, I'm not letting you go," the voice called again and Chris felt his body being yanked away. He tried to hold on, but the feeling was too strong.
"Dammit," Chris whispered as he opened his eyes to the colors of his room. Wyatt was standing next to his bed, his long hair stringy and unkempt. Bianca was standing next to the door, her stony face not hiding the fact that she was clearly scared. "What happened?"
"We were attacked, Chris. And you fell. A warrior cannot fall. Haven't you been training?" Wyatt chastised. Chris took a deep breath and slowly let it out. He had almost died and Wyatt had barely broken a sweat. Wyatt started to pace the length of the bed. "I cannot accept weakness Chris. Maybe I should just end this right now…" he held out his hand and an athame appeared. Chris winced. This was the end.
"No." Wyatt whipped around and even Chris pulled himself into sitting position. Bianca looked stunned by her outburst and tried to pull her face back into its normal expressionless state, but it didn't work. Some sort of emotion started to hint on her face. Wyatt frowned as the emotion's identity dawned on him.
"No?" Wyatt countered, his voice reaching a dangerous level. Bianca straightened her pose and looked Wyatt directly in the eye, her stony gaze matching his.
"We can't afford to kill our followers," she said. Wyatt's gaze started to soften. "And also, he is the last of your family." Wyatt's expression hardened again. Chris sank back into his bed and looked anywhere but at the witch standing across the room from him. Wyatt was going to kill him now. There was no way around it. That was one of the rules of his followers. Nothing could ever develop into any sort of caring. No love. It hurt too much.
"Fine. He's in your care," Wyatt swept from the room, but not before giving Chris a look that clearly said that any problems that occurred would be fixed with his life.
As soon as the door slammed shut, Bianca took several large steps across the room. She looked at Chris's wounds and sighed to herself. "I hope you're happy."
"What?" Chris looked up at her with disbelief. "I'd rather be dead than stuck in this hell with him. You've just succeeded in putting my life on the line. And lemme add, it's a very thin line."
"I can end it for you right now, if you want me to," Bianca said, raising her hand. Chris shielded himself and Bianca lowered it.
"No," he said. Bianca went back to examining him, poking her fingers into a wound on his arm. Chris cringed and tried to get his mind on something else, but no distractions worked. All his thoughts kept going back to one thing. Her.
"Why'd you do it?" he whispered. Bianca raised her eyebrows and pulled back, sitting down in the chair next to Chris's bed. She rested her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. Chris hadn't ever seen her look this confused. He hadn't seen her ever show any emotion to speak of. He didn't quite know what to do.
"Well…" she trailed off, "I've seen Wyatt do a lot of stupid things. And this, by far, would have been the stupidest…" she trailed off again. Chris could tell that she wanted to say something else, but held himself back from asking her. "And I know that he would have regretted it. He regretted having his men kill your aunts. And his father. I know he did…he'll just never admit it."
"So this has nothing to do with the way you feel about me?" Chris blurted out before he had the chance to stop himself. Bianca looked taken aback and her face lost any emotion that it had held a moment earlier.
"I don't know where that came from, but I can assure you that there is nothing between us. You are Wyatt's brother and now under my care. You mean nothing more to me." She stood up and walked back to the door. "I should go." Her fingers lingered on the doorknob, but she didn't turn in.
"Are you sure there's nothing else?" Chris asked, his voice dropping to a whisper. Bianca turned around and looked at him.
"You're the only other one who thinks like I do," she whispered back. "And I need your help. Nothing more that that. Wyatt needs to be stopped. I can't do it alone." With that, she turned the knob and slipped out of the room, once again leaving Chris with his thoughts.