The inside of the Halliwell manor had changed very little over the years, in fact the only really obvious change that Chris could see as he ran down the stairs was that his father was stood in the foyer.

And that rarely happened in the future.

Chris skidded to a stop, throwing out a hand to grab the banister at the foot of the stairs. "Dad?" He asked weakly.

If the situation hadn't been so downright weird Chris would have laughed at the look on his dad's face. Shock was the easiest way to describe it but Chris really thought that he looked like he might throw up.

"Chris?" His voice was even weaker than Chris' had been. And then he was across the foyer and throwing his arms around Chris.

Chris felt his entire body tense up and he hesitantly put his arms around his father's shoulders. "But how?" Leo asked, finally disengaging himself and stepping back to look properly at his son.

Chris shrugged. "If you're thinking I came back from the dead then sorry, not so much."

Leo frowned in confusion. "Then I don't understand…"

"Chris!" Wyatt bounded down the stairs, closely followed by his aunts. He caught sight of his dad and froze, his eyes, his father's eyes, wide.

Unfortunately his Aunt Phoebe failed to notice that Wyatt had stopped and she went careening into him. Pitching forward Wyatt flew into Chris, who, used to his brother barrelling into him after two decades of play fighting, immediately orbed out, causing Wyatt to fall to the floor.

Phoebe grimaced from her position on the stairs, where Paige had managed to grab her arm. "Sorry."

Chris reappeared next to his brother, a grin flashing across his face for an instant before he caught sight of Piper again.

He sighed heavily. "Okay, maybe running away into a past that I have no idea about wasn't the best idea ever."

Wyatt picked himself off of the floor, shooting his Aunt Phoebe a glare. "You think?" he said sarcastically. He looked over at his father, who was watching him warily. "Hey, Dad."

Leo raised a hand to pat baby Wyatt's head, his little arms reaching happily for his father from his mother's arms. "Hello, Wyatt," his voice was cool, "You cut your hair."

Chris looked at Wyatt. "What?"

"Erm, Leo," said Piper, slowly, "time travel, remember? This Wyatt was never evil and this Chris isn't our Chris."

"Well, he is our Chris, just not our Chris," interjected Phoebe. She opened her mouth to continuing talking and Paige waved her hand.

"We get it," Phoebe shot her an annoyed glance. "We really get it."

"Yeah, so maybe we should be getting back to our own time," Wyatt suggested, looking warily at his younger brother who was still watching his mother, "You know, there are people to see, demons to vanquish…"

"…girls to propose to," interrupted Chris.

"Propose to?" Phoebe asked gleefully.

"No," said Wyatt, lightly batting Chris upside the head.

"No?" said Chris, fully in younger brother mode now, "Ah, she'll be so disappointed. I mean, just yesterday she was asking if I thought whether she'd look better in cream or white for the dress and if lilies were an appropriate flower for the bouquet."

Wyatt's eyes were wide. "She didn't?" he croaked out.

Chris laughed and the sound was so foreign to the sisters and Leo that they actually looked shocked. "Of course not! Like Bianca would talk flowers and girly crap like that."

"Bianca?" Paige asked quickly.

The brothers looked at her and Wyatt groaned. "Oh God, let me guess. She was the Queen of my Underworld or something wasn't she? All evil, with black eyeliner, pointy heels and leather whips?"

"Leather whips?" Chris questioned, a gleam in his eyes. "Didn't know you had it in you, Wy."

"You shut up," Wyatt warned, light-heartedly.

The others all glanced at each other. "Erm, well she did wear leather. Can't say I ever saw any whips." Paige offered warily.

Chris grinned happily. "She wore leather?" he said, excitedly as though he was being told there would be two Christmases that year.

"You shut up," Wyatt warned, less light-heartedly.

Phoebe walked over to the boys. "Chris? You never, you know," she glanced warily at Wyatt, "had feelings for Bianca?"

Chris and Wyatt looked completely shocked. "Bianca?" Chris said, his voice higher than normal. "Wyatt's Bianca?"

"Yes," Wyatt said tersely, "Wyatt's Bianca."

"So no feelings?" Paige asked.

"Erm, no," Chris said, as though it should be obvious. "She's like five years older than me!" He glanced quickly at Wyatt. "I mean not that an older woman is a bad thing. Three years is just fine. In fact maybe I should stop dating girls that I go to college with and look for an older woman. Because it's worked so well for you…"

"Quit while you're ahead, little brother."

"Okay, I'll do that."

Piper looked between the pair. "So, Chris, you would never, say, propose to her?"

"Propose?" If possible, Chris' voice was even higher. "I'm like twenty-two!"

Wyatt cleared his throat. "As amusing as it is to find out that my little brother got it on with my girlfriend in a different time line, I think we'll be leaving now."

Leo nodded, his expression still a little shell shocked. "That's probably a good idea."

A loud crying filled the room and Phoebe's face lit up. "And there's baby you!" She pointed happily at Chris.

Wyatt's face lit up. "Ooh, this is gonna be fun."

Piper smiled. "Leo, can you go get him?"

Nodding, Leo left the room, barely taking his eyes off his youngest son.

He reappeared a few minutes later, shushing a small baby boy, dressed in a pair of dungarees that matched Wyatt's larger pair.

"I picked out those dungarees for you too, Chris." Phoebe said proudly.

Wyatt and Chris exchanged a glance.

Wyatt spoke first. "Never would've guessed and, oh yeah, Aunt Phoebe?"

"Never going to forgive you for that," Chris finished

Leo went to stand beside Piper and baby Wyatt glared at baby Chris, leaning forward to hit him on the head.

"Wyatt!" Piper scolded.

"Yeah, Wyatt!" Chris said, bashing his chuckling older brother around the head.

Leo rolled his eyes. "Anyway maybe you should get back. Because it seems that the timeline is actually kind of okay," he smiled at Wyatt, "and maybe we should keep it that way."

Wyatt nodded slowly, his eyes on his mother. When he spoke, he sounded unsure. "You're right, we should get back."

Chris stared at him like he'd gone insane. "No! We have to try and save her!"

"Chris…" Wyatt started.

"No! Don't give me any crap, Wyatt! She's my mother!"

"She's mine too!" Wyatt yelled. They both froze, staring at each other.

"Chris," Piper said softly, depositing baby Wyatt with Paige and coming to stand in front of Chris. "I already know that I'm going to die when you turn fourteen," they stared at her, shocked. "You told your Grandfather," she explained.

"And we'll try and stop it," Paige said.

"But sometimes you can't," Phoebe said softly.

"Well this time I will," Chris said firmly, orbing out of the manor.

"Chris!" Wyatt yelled, grabbing hold of nothing but a blur of orbs. "Dammit!"

"Where would he have gone?" Phoebe demanded of Wyatt.

"Where do you think?" Wyatt asked, "He's gone to kill the demon that kills Mom."

"Oh, God," Piper looked faint.

Wyatt stood still for a moment and closed his eyes. "Dammit!" he swore again, "the idiot's blocking me!"

"Blocking you?" Leo asked, curiously.

"I can normally sense him," Wyatt said angrily marching around the foyer.

"A Twice-Blessed child thing?" Paige asked.

Wyatt shook his head. "A two very powerful brothers thing."

"Erm, shouldn't we be trying to go and save Chris' life?" Piper asked, angrily. "Chris is going to get himself killed."

"Oh, he'll be fine till I get a hold of him," Wyatt said.

"But we were always saving Chris' ass," Paige said, curiously.

Wyatt looked at her, looking honestly surprised. "But Chris is the son of a Charmed One and a Whitelighter. Of course, he's powerful."

"Well, he didn't act like it."

Wyatt's brow furrowed in thought. "I guess most of his powers developed after he was fourteen."

"After I died," Piper said softly.

Wyatt glanced at her. "Yes," he said sadly, "and I guess if I was evil then there wasn't really anyone around to teach him how to control them."

"What about us?" Phoebe asked, sounding alarmed.

"Well, sure, you're around," Wyatt said quickly, "but you've all got your own stuff going on. And if Chris couldn't control a power completely, he'd never use it. Anyway, don't worry, Chris will be fine dealing with a few demons. That's not even an issue. What's an issue is that he's messing with a past that he shouldn't be."

"What about me?" Leo asked quietly, holding baby Chris closer to him, "Why wasn't I around to help Chris?"

Wyatt swallowed and looked sadly at Piper. He closed his eyes briefly and when he reopened them they were glistening. "Just imagine losing her."

Paige walked up to him slowly, placing a hand on his arm. "Wyatt, from what you're saying, maybe it's a good thing that Chris is killing this demon."

Wyatt sighed. "You don't understand."

Phoebe echoed his sigh. "Now you sound like your brother!"

"Look, when that demon attacked," he swallowed heavily, "when Mom died, there was a group of them," he sighed again, "And we were losing. And, well, Chris didn't have that great a control on the link between his emotions and his powers then and when he saw Mom dead he just pretty much lost it," he paused, looking at the tiny baby in Leo's arms. "Blew them all up with a thought. An entire brethren of demons."

Phoebe let out a low whistle as Leo tightened his hold still further on the small baby and Paige put an arm around Piper. Wyatt walked away from them and stood with his back to his family.

"And if Mom doesn't die then I'm scared that…" he looked over his shoulder, tears in his eyes, "And it's not that I don't love you Mom. But… but he's my brother. And killing that demon, as crazy as it might sound, might kill him. And he's my brother. And I don't think I could deal with that."