Thank-you to all your reviews! Please keep reviewing! And if you were wondering, yes, I am a Chris fan. I was heart-broken at his death, but also rejoiced because he died like the true hero I knew him to be.
"The soul takes flight to the world that is eternal... invisible. But there arriving she is sure of bliss, and forever dwells in paradise." –Lady Jane Grey reading Plato
Present-Manor
There he was, dying. He couldn't believe it. He would never go back home, to the future. He would never see how his world had changed; see Wyatt or his cousin Melinda. "God, Melinda," he wept silently thinking of his beloved cousin, "I promised her I would come back, that I would never leave her." So much regret he had now. He would never get to see his mom and aunts again, never see if they were alive in his future. "I am truly dying. This is the end." He thought to himself. A sense of peace rushed over him. "Maybe this is for the best. Somehow this will allow everything to work out in the end." By coming back he had been so blessed. He was able to see and even get close to his mother again. His mother, he loved her so much. "I hope she will be okay. I don't want to cause her anymore suffering." He smiled, "Of course she will be okay. She will never even loose me." Then he thought of how blessed he had been with his father. He grew up resenting this man. He hated him most his life and never really had a relationship with him. But coming back he got a father and had a relationship with him. He had grown to love him dearly. "I just hope he doesn't blame himself for this and he knows how much I love him." He heard a noise in the hallway and looked over to find Paige. He wondered if she knew how much she meant to him. She was the one who always looked out for him and Melinda, especially after Phoebe and Piper died. It had been fun seeing her so young and without worries. Knowing that she was there was a comfort. He wouldn't die alone. She smiled at him, clearly fighting back the tears "Hey hun. How are you feeling?" She stated as she bent down to kiss him on the forehead, then sat down next to him.
He smiled, "Like I am dying."
She frowned clearly not getting the humor. "Chris, I...."
Before she could answer, he replied, "I know. I love you too." He paused for a second looking at her, "You know, in the future, you were the best aunt a guy could ask for. You took care of me and....well you took care of us after the incidents. You were beyond incredible. Thank-you."
She smiled, a hit of mischief in her eyes, "Any chance I could know who the other person is and what the "incidents" are?"
"You never did give me any slack and no I can't tell you. Future Consequences." He answered. His breathing began to become shallower and he knew it was just a matter of time and from the look on his aunt's face, she did too. "You know, I have been thinking. Maybe me dying is a good thing. Like it would be better this way. We both know Gideon has to die and we both know without the power of three you and Phoebe can't vanquish him and we both know, right now, Dad wouldn't kill him. Maybe by my death, it will be enough motivation to get Dad to do something he would never do. Get him to kill Gideon."
Paige clearly shocked "Chris, don't talk like that. We'll figure everything out. And you will be okay." She said trying to smile and fight back the tears.
Suddenly, Darryl and that Inspector came barging through the door. "Paige, times up. Now get out." A cop grabbed her arm and started to pull her out. She was now crying, looking at Christ and pleading with Darryl. "Please, let me stay. He, he is dying. Please, let me stay with him."
Christ just looked at her and smiled. He was getting so tired. He wanted Paige to stay, but not if they were going to hurt her. "It's okay, really, Paige." She was thrown out of the room, crying. He was alone, again. At least he was in his parents' bed, someplace that made him feel safe. He smiled thinking of all the times he slept in the bed with his mom and dad after having a nightmare. It was so soothing. But the cops being there was un-nerving. He could hear Darryl say "He is dying. We should just let him die. Come on lets go." The cops, as suddenly as they came, left. He also heard another voice, his father's. He looked over at the door and saw Leo entering. A wave of relief rushed over Chris. He wouldn't be alone in the end. The end was near now. He could feel it but he wasn't scared. "Hey" he said.
His father was kneeling beside him, begging him to hang on and don't leave. He didn't want to. He wanted to stay more then anything in the world, but he knew he couldn't.
"Please, don't give up." Leo cried, stroking his son's hair.
Didn't his Dad know he wasn't giving up? He was doing what was necessary to save Wyatt. He was letting go. He looked over at his father with pleading eyes, "You either."
Then he closed his eyes. He was so tired, he just wanted to sleep. His breathing began to slow, and he began to float away. He could hear his father faintly still and knew he was there. His father was there for him. He then died and faded away, leaving Leo alone.
But Chris, he was suddenly enveloped in a bright light, a light brighter then sun. For the first time since before his mom died, he was happy, at peace and surrounded completely by love. When he opened his eyes, he saw a woman. This woman was clothed in the sun, the moon was at her feet and upon her head was a crown of twelve stars. She smiled at him and stretched out her hand. Chris took her hand and blinked. When he opened them, he was in the sky surrounded by stars. And this woman, this beautiful woman was there. "Where, where am I? And, and who are you?" he asked.
"My child," She smiled at him, "You are where no other has been. You are in my dwelling place. And I am your Mother. I am the Great Goddess, the weaver of fate, the giver and taker of life, the Virgin Bride, the Holy Mother, and the Old Crone."
He smiled at her, wide-eyed, he asked "Then my Great Mother, why am I where no other has been?" "You Chris are a unique case, which has stirred in me some great compassion for you. You see, you have a soul and yet you cannot go to the future because you do not exist and you cannot stay in the present because you were killed in the Great Battle. It is because of your unique situation and your heroic deeds that I am going to grant you a rare gift." She smiled at him.
"A Rare gift?" Chris questioned.
"Yes, you shall be given a new life, a new identity, with no knowledge of who you once were or that you died. Does this please you?" She questioned a clearly shocked Chris.
"Umm, I suppose my Great Mother. But will I still be a witch? Will I still have my powers?" He questioned.
"You shall still be a witch, you will still have your TK but you will not retain your whitelighter powers." She smiled at him, reading his mind, "And you will not have to worry about the Elder's assigning Leo has your whitelighter. I shall command the Elders not do that, since it is I who they answer too. Does this please you?"
He sat thinking, and then replied "Yes. But one more question, you said 'new life' what does that mean?"
She smiled, "soon you shall know." And with that she smiled and waved her hand and everything went dark.
"The soul takes flight to the world that is eternal... invisible. But there arriving she is sure of bliss, and forever dwells in paradise." –Lady Jane Grey reading Plato
Present-Manor
There he was, dying. He couldn't believe it. He would never go back home, to the future. He would never see how his world had changed; see Wyatt or his cousin Melinda. "God, Melinda," he wept silently thinking of his beloved cousin, "I promised her I would come back, that I would never leave her." So much regret he had now. He would never get to see his mom and aunts again, never see if they were alive in his future. "I am truly dying. This is the end." He thought to himself. A sense of peace rushed over him. "Maybe this is for the best. Somehow this will allow everything to work out in the end." By coming back he had been so blessed. He was able to see and even get close to his mother again. His mother, he loved her so much. "I hope she will be okay. I don't want to cause her anymore suffering." He smiled, "Of course she will be okay. She will never even loose me." Then he thought of how blessed he had been with his father. He grew up resenting this man. He hated him most his life and never really had a relationship with him. But coming back he got a father and had a relationship with him. He had grown to love him dearly. "I just hope he doesn't blame himself for this and he knows how much I love him." He heard a noise in the hallway and looked over to find Paige. He wondered if she knew how much she meant to him. She was the one who always looked out for him and Melinda, especially after Phoebe and Piper died. It had been fun seeing her so young and without worries. Knowing that she was there was a comfort. He wouldn't die alone. She smiled at him, clearly fighting back the tears "Hey hun. How are you feeling?" She stated as she bent down to kiss him on the forehead, then sat down next to him.
He smiled, "Like I am dying."
She frowned clearly not getting the humor. "Chris, I...."
Before she could answer, he replied, "I know. I love you too." He paused for a second looking at her, "You know, in the future, you were the best aunt a guy could ask for. You took care of me and....well you took care of us after the incidents. You were beyond incredible. Thank-you."
She smiled, a hit of mischief in her eyes, "Any chance I could know who the other person is and what the "incidents" are?"
"You never did give me any slack and no I can't tell you. Future Consequences." He answered. His breathing began to become shallower and he knew it was just a matter of time and from the look on his aunt's face, she did too. "You know, I have been thinking. Maybe me dying is a good thing. Like it would be better this way. We both know Gideon has to die and we both know without the power of three you and Phoebe can't vanquish him and we both know, right now, Dad wouldn't kill him. Maybe by my death, it will be enough motivation to get Dad to do something he would never do. Get him to kill Gideon."
Paige clearly shocked "Chris, don't talk like that. We'll figure everything out. And you will be okay." She said trying to smile and fight back the tears.
Suddenly, Darryl and that Inspector came barging through the door. "Paige, times up. Now get out." A cop grabbed her arm and started to pull her out. She was now crying, looking at Christ and pleading with Darryl. "Please, let me stay. He, he is dying. Please, let me stay with him."
Christ just looked at her and smiled. He was getting so tired. He wanted Paige to stay, but not if they were going to hurt her. "It's okay, really, Paige." She was thrown out of the room, crying. He was alone, again. At least he was in his parents' bed, someplace that made him feel safe. He smiled thinking of all the times he slept in the bed with his mom and dad after having a nightmare. It was so soothing. But the cops being there was un-nerving. He could hear Darryl say "He is dying. We should just let him die. Come on lets go." The cops, as suddenly as they came, left. He also heard another voice, his father's. He looked over at the door and saw Leo entering. A wave of relief rushed over Chris. He wouldn't be alone in the end. The end was near now. He could feel it but he wasn't scared. "Hey" he said.
His father was kneeling beside him, begging him to hang on and don't leave. He didn't want to. He wanted to stay more then anything in the world, but he knew he couldn't.
"Please, don't give up." Leo cried, stroking his son's hair.
Didn't his Dad know he wasn't giving up? He was doing what was necessary to save Wyatt. He was letting go. He looked over at his father with pleading eyes, "You either."
Then he closed his eyes. He was so tired, he just wanted to sleep. His breathing began to slow, and he began to float away. He could hear his father faintly still and knew he was there. His father was there for him. He then died and faded away, leaving Leo alone.
But Chris, he was suddenly enveloped in a bright light, a light brighter then sun. For the first time since before his mom died, he was happy, at peace and surrounded completely by love. When he opened his eyes, he saw a woman. This woman was clothed in the sun, the moon was at her feet and upon her head was a crown of twelve stars. She smiled at him and stretched out her hand. Chris took her hand and blinked. When he opened them, he was in the sky surrounded by stars. And this woman, this beautiful woman was there. "Where, where am I? And, and who are you?" he asked.
"My child," She smiled at him, "You are where no other has been. You are in my dwelling place. And I am your Mother. I am the Great Goddess, the weaver of fate, the giver and taker of life, the Virgin Bride, the Holy Mother, and the Old Crone."
He smiled at her, wide-eyed, he asked "Then my Great Mother, why am I where no other has been?" "You Chris are a unique case, which has stirred in me some great compassion for you. You see, you have a soul and yet you cannot go to the future because you do not exist and you cannot stay in the present because you were killed in the Great Battle. It is because of your unique situation and your heroic deeds that I am going to grant you a rare gift." She smiled at him.
"A Rare gift?" Chris questioned.
"Yes, you shall be given a new life, a new identity, with no knowledge of who you once were or that you died. Does this please you?" She questioned a clearly shocked Chris.
"Umm, I suppose my Great Mother. But will I still be a witch? Will I still have my powers?" He questioned.
"You shall still be a witch, you will still have your TK but you will not retain your whitelighter powers." She smiled at him, reading his mind, "And you will not have to worry about the Elder's assigning Leo has your whitelighter. I shall command the Elders not do that, since it is I who they answer too. Does this please you?"
He sat thinking, and then replied "Yes. But one more question, you said 'new life' what does that mean?"
She smiled, "soon you shall know." And with that she smiled and waved her hand and everything went dark.