Disclaimer: Ditto last chapter. Addition: Drew….
A/N: Woo. No author note. Lol.
Chapter Ten
"Oh my God… Chris!" Piper said with excitement. "Are you okay? How is the future? Are we doing everything right? Am I alive? Is Wyatt okay?"
"Mom! Slow down!" Chris said. "Okay… I never really left. So I'm not sure how the future is."
"What do you mean?" Paige asked.
"Well… you saved the future. I think. At least, you changed it. When I died, I didn't go back to my future body as I thought I would have, since there was an alternate me in that timeline. I've been here watching over you, 'haunting' the Book, if you will, and guiding you. This time, though, the boys found the box of my stuff. I couldn't exactly stop them, but I tried. I sent Little Me a ghostly message, but I think all I did was make him – myself – more curious. Both Wyatt and Chris have read parts of my journal — the journal all of you were kind enough not to read, which I thank you for."
Leo, Paige, Piper, Phoebe – and even Lindsey – were all silent. "So… you don't know if we saved the future," Phoebe asked slowly.
"I'm almost positive we did," Chris grinned. "There's an alternate me. And I've been here watching over you all, and you look like you're doing everything right."
"But Chris… should we tell them about you?" Piper asked.
"I think they already know…" Chris trailed off, directing his gaze to the window where little Chris, Wyatt, and Paris were gazing in.
"Uh oh," little Chris said as Wyatt orbed out next to him. He quickly orbed out as well, leaving Paris alone outside, confused.
Chris and Wyatt orbed in at their favorite spot in San Francisco: atop the Golden Gate Bridge. Wyatt cloaked the both of them and they sat, lost in their own thoughts.
They had both heard everything the ghost had said, the one who Mom called 'Chris', and the man who called her 'Mom'. He talked about the journal and he knew they had looked. He talked about the future.
"He looked a lot like you, Chris," Wyatt said to little Chris. "He had the nose freckle and everything."
"I know," little Chris replied. "And Mom called him 'Chris'."
"I think I get it," Wyatt said slowly. He had little Chris's attention. "There's something they're not telling us and I think I figured it out. I think this Chris guy is you. He's you from the future. I think he came back here when we were really little to fix something. I don't know what, but he mentioned coming back to the past to fix something. Maybe he fixed it, maybe he didn't. I don't know. He died when he was here, though, before he could go back to the future. And now, he changed the future in some way, making it so he's a ghost, stuck here in the past, with an alternate version of him living in his time in the changed future. Does that make sense?"
"Wyatt… you are messed up," little Chris replied. He thought his brother was crazy.
"Not so much," said a voice, causing the boys to jump and spin around to find the ghost figure, now corporeal and standing right behind them. "Come with me. I can explain everything." Chris grabbed a hold of Wyatt and his little self and orbed out with them.