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Chris' sobs slowed and he released Leo, wiping his nose on his own sleeve. Leo gently brushed the tears from Chris' face.
"I'm sorry…" Chris said, feeling uncomfortable again. He began to orb out, but Leo called him back. Chris reformed.
"It's okay, Chris," Leo said. "You have to let your feelings out sometimes. You can't keep bottling them up."
Chris nodded uncomfortably, feeling vulnerable after opening up so much, too much, he thought. "Maybe we can talk again, later tonight?" Leo nodded. 'Anything for my son,' he thought to himself. Chris shyly smiled. "Thanks, Dad." Chris orbed out.
Leo smiled and slowly stood up from the magical spot on the sunroom floor and headed to the kitchen, to find the girls and Wyatt.
"Hey," Piper offered gently, hers and Leo's relationship still iffy. Leo grinned a proud father's grin.
"He called me Dad," he beamed. The sisters smiled in surprise and joy.
Chris orbed onto a crossbeam – his crossbeam – on top of the Golden Gate Bridge. He applied his cloaking shield so the people on the streets below couldn't see him, and sat down to become lost in his thoughts and memories.
So much had happened to him over the years. He knew, deep down, that he was doing what he had to do, by coming back from the future to save his and Wyatt's past selves, to change his future.
Chris stared into the Bay as a memory came flooding back to his him, one he had tried to push away from himself but it would always come back to haunt him. The one where Piper died.
Enter Chris' Memory
Chris was 14; Wyatt was 16, and a power-hungry teenager. Chris knew of the evil growing inside of Wyatt, and how his older brother had demon followers waiting on his command. He had returned home one seemingly normal day to find Wyatt and Piper fighting over whether he could have his girlfriend, Katy, a gothic sorcerer, over for the night. Piper, of course, had no clue of Wyatt's evil friends and girlfriend. Chris knew, but he knew better than to double-cross Wyatt. He knew that one, his mom would never believe him and two, and Wyatt would kill him, or at least torture him until he wished he were dead, if Chris told.
Wyatt had glared at his mother, hatred burning in his eyes. "You never let me do anything fun!" he had yelled. "You always say how special I am, but you're so overprotective of me! I'm not STUPID, you know!"
Piper had been stunned by Wyatt's hateful words. Wyatt flicked his wrist and Piper had flown against the wall of the Manor. Several demon guards shimmered in to back Wyatt up. Chris had screamed and went running at Wyatt, seeing his mother on the floor, bleeding freely from a severe head wound. The demon guards had nabbed Chris and Wyatt told them to hold him back.
Wyatt conjured an energy ball, and loomed over his mother.
"Wyatt… how could you?" she had asked weakly.
"You don't love me. You say you do, but I know better. It's all about power now, mother. Love loses in the battle against power. Goodbye, mother." He dropped the energy ball on Piper, and Chris screamed.
Exit Chris' Memory
Chris shivered, fresh tears slowly rolling down his face. He noticed for the first time how late it was and, wiping the tears away, orbed back to the manor.