Alrightie everyone. I have been riddled with this story forever so I am going to get it out of my system so I can try to repair the sequel to Altered Life...

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THIS IS BASICALLY CHRIS-CROSSED. I DON'T OWN CHARMED, ETC.

I had been there for a small amount of time. I knew what my mission was. I had to find him and I had to bring him home. No matter how close he was to changing the future I had to bring him back in order to save everything he had tried to correct and protect.

It was going to be even harder then I expected since I loved him more then ever now.

I also hated him more then ever now for leaving me there.

I felt as if I were going crazy while I had waited for him to return to me in the future. I mean there I was in the future waiting for my fiancé to return to be with me when he virtually had no way home to me. There I was trapped there in hell of the future while he lived here now in the heavenly past.

He was here where everything was still perfect. God.. That word, that very word... perfect. It was too....I don't know.

It was hard to be here knowing the death of it all was soon to come and no one would ever be able to stop it. I found it hard to come here to the past and then to P3 to wait for him.

How beautiful it was here. How much better it was in this time then in the future. No wonder Chris was taking his good old time to get back there.

I had been standing there in the Charmed Ones attic where the spell had taken me. I had been alone and I had known they wouldn't be home. It was enough to just see that place.

It was just as it looked in the future.

At first I had thought I was going crazy. At first, I had expected a fairy tale possibly. I guess I still have some childlike naivety to rid from myself soon because for one single moment there as I had stood there in the Charmed Ones dusty, old attic and I had half expected Chris to come to me.

As if he knew I were there or something. I had expected him to appear out of the shadows, kiss me like nothing had ever come between us and nothing was being torn away from us, and tell me that he had changed everything.

I so wanted him to come out of the shadows and tell me I could stay with him here. That he had figured out the evil that had come for Wyatt and now he was going to save Wyatt as well as our future. I wanted him to appear out of thin air and tell me that we could go home now to the future and that everything would be all better there.

He never came though. I was there alone and I was bitter and I was angry as hell. I was angry at him for things he didn't know. I was angry at him for truths I could never tell him.

So, I had waited there in the center of the three all powerful witches of all times attic like a fool. That's what I had become over the time he had left me a desperate fool. A fool for love.

I shouldn't have let him get to me. Otherwise, I would be in better conditions then I was in now. I wouldn't be playing a lap dog to Wyatt's sinister anger management Hitler-like ways and I would sure as hell not be here. I would in the future.

Of course, I knew I was being foolish about this. I couldn't help falling for Chris. He had been the first person in the whole world who had let me be me. He had let me not worry about who I had to impress, and who I had to protect myself from to survive.

He was a saint compared to his deranged power hungry older brother who had hired me to do his dirty work. Chris had just been a bystander that had tried to save his brother.

Of course, Chris had managed to change the history books in the time he had been here. I had to give him that even if it wasn't the thing that he had needed to change.

I knew this. I remembered both timelines because of the spell I casted on my own memory so that when the time did come in the future that it did change I would still be able to meet Chris and know him all over again.

Yes, he had changed the history books. No longer did the Power of Three just die out during the fight with the Titans because of Phoebe and Paige's dense, mislead insight.

Now, Paige lived longer and even..

Well, that was in the future that may still change given time.

It was a weird thing to know nothing was truly set in stone. It was a lot more weird to know what had happened in two different timelines.

I had always known that one single ripple in a water puddle could create a larger after effect on the water. My mother had taught me that at a young age in order to explain killing others as fair to me as if being a killer was a wonderful career path.

She had said it was for the better of the universe to stop the rippling effect sometimes and that is what we were as Phoenixes. Watchers, was another term she loved ever so much to call us.

My mother.. Oh, she was alive here in this time.

I must have been barely four or five by now. It was the time before she had made me a killer. It had been the short time I had had as a child because she had always thought it as being easier to teach me to kill as a child then as a morally objectified teenager or adult. Also, it was easier for complete strangers to take a lost child into their own homes and easier for me to kill them off of the face of existence.

I could do anything in this time. I could start a rippling effect. I could kill Wyatt here and now and nothing would ever be the same. The world wouldn't be in total chaos in the future and everything would be different. It would be the largest ripple in time.

I could save the world by just killing one baby. It was almost a gratifying resolution.

Of course, then the Charmed Ones may not even be alive so I might as well stick to the plan.

Find Chris, take his powers, talk him into going back to the future if I can which I was very cynical about, and then go back to the future with him whether by force or by his own choice.

I knew this was the plan. But as I looked out of the attics large stained glass windows paneling I didn't want to ever go back to that hell.

I saw the world for what it was now. The world that people now a days took for granted. This was the world I had known as a child that I had thought sometimes was a daydream I had created. This was the way the world was supposed to look.

It wasn't a daydream right now. Here it was in front of me. It was beautiful.

I could see a nice suburban neighborhood in front of me. I could see in the distance a dark looming ocean and the golden gate bridge was still in mint condition as it gleamed with the flickering lights of passing cars that went over it on their way home.

It wasn't a daydream.

This had been my world until everything had changed. It had only took one minute to create the disastrous haven that was the world in my future. It had only taken one person to do it too.

Chris hadn't fixed that yet. He had had so much time here. He had been here two years to change everything and he had barely made a dent in time.

He hadn't changed the thing he was supposed to. Wyatt was still evil and preying on others and using me to get to Chris. Chris hadn't changed Wyatt... if anything he had made him worse.

Why Chris? I knew it would be easier for them to just take you in. Especially since you had a family connection with them already, but it was still hard for me. You left me there alone in the future and I had to run away from everything I knew and I had had to hide from your very powerful, very pissed off twice blessed brother.

I couldn't do it forever. He had spies and probes everywhere once he realized what had happened. Only three months after you left he had found me.

Three months, Chris. Don't you realize that for nine months he had had me all to himself and he had been enraged. He was furious with both of us and all he had was me to take it out on. You knew he was evil already and yet you left me there to fend for myself. I know I told you I could take care of myself, but not forever.

You haven't even changed anything.

I shook my head and pursed my lips together as I looked out on the glittering world. I was here apart of it for now. I was so close to it. It was like paradise compared to the one that replaced it in the future. I was so close to it I could almost touch it but I could never live in it for fear of ruining the future in some unforeseen way.

I wanted to stay here forever but I couldn't. If I did then Wyatt would send more bounty hunters out to the past for both of us and it would hurt more then it would help.

No this was up to me.

Wyatt had threatened to kill Chris if he didn't come back with me. I had to somehow convert Chris to Wyatt's reasoning in twenty four hours or else Wyatt would send another bounty hunter out after both of us. This one would not be as nice as I was. This one wouldn't care if Chris was hurt. If Chris didn't cooperate with him he would take him and he would hurt him or even worse he would kill him.

Chris could end up dead fighting him off. Even if Chris did kill this bounty hunter then Wyatt send more and more until the job was done. He had promised me that if I could bring Chris back to the future then he wouldn't harm him. He had promised me that. That was the only hope that I could take with her now.

Now, I had to find Chris. I had a pretty good idea of where he would be too. P3. He would be there playing the white lighter role that he had taken over to get close to the Halliwell family to save them.

So, I shimmered there. I knew he would be there soon. I came into the back alley by the place. I knew it well. It had been the first place I had met Chris.

In the first timeline he had been crying there over how evil and unfeeling Wyatt was to the fact that Phoebe and Piper had died together. In the newest timeline, I had met him there while he had been crying over Paige dying.

It was funny to know that in the first timeline Paige had been the first to go and die when the Titans had come and attacked. Yet in the newest timeline that Chris had created when he had returned to the past Paige had been the last one to go after everything that had hit the Charmed Ones in the new timeline.

Even now, knowing both timelines I accepted the fate of the newest one better then the last. It meant Chris had had at least someone there to protect him.

So when I had first met him he had been crying over his last family member Paige dying. He had been alone in the world except for Wyatt at the time. He had hated that.

I walked into the busy club and around moving dancers. It was a whole different place now then the one I had become acquainted with. Everyone was having a good time here yet in the future it was such a hell-bent serious time when a person would come here.

I knew where the backroom was. Wyatt had used it before to give me my orders on who to kill and why. So, I knew the layout of the club very well by now. I just wasn't used to it being like this.

It was like jumping into the hole like Alice had to find Wonderland only I was finding the past. There were people here. Happy go lucky people who had come for a good time and a drink and had no real bothers or worries in the world yet anyways.

It was a nice place.

Music was playing loudly. I could see Piper and Phoebe sitting at the bar as I came in. In the flesh, they were two very beautiful women who didn't at all look as if they were the carriers of the worlds weight and future on their backs. They barely looked like they could even lift a heavy box, but I knew better. Looks could be deceiving. Especially, when it came to magical beings.

I always had to be on my lookout and I always had to watch my back. There was no way of telling what was always laying in the shadows behind me waiting for a good day to slip in.

So, I moved through the crowd and the flashing red-blue-green-yellow lights coming from the ceiling of the club and flickering over the dancers. I didn't make any contact as I went. I might as well have been a ghost.

I moved into the back room of the club to see what was there. As I had thought, there was a cot laid out next a desk and a few pieces of clothing strewn in a few places all over the room. I moved into the room and shut the door behind me. I didn't even look for a light I just let the darkness into my eyes.

I waited till my eyes adjusted and then I went to a shirt strewn over a chair. There I picked it up and picked at the seam of it.

It was the shirt he had worn the day he had left to come here to the past and save the future for his family, for all innocents who were effected by Wyatt, and for our future together. I felt the soft material over my fingertips as if I were blind and trying to tell what I was holding. Then, I held it to my face and breathed in his scent.

I couldn't help it. It had been a year. A lot had happened in a year and it had been forever since I had last seen him.

It smelled just like him. It smelled so good. I just wanted to believe this wasn't happening to me. That I didn't have to come back here to the past to get my fiancé and then betray him by taking him back to the very person he hated in life more then anything.

I wanted to close my eyes and let the reality of it all wash away. Instead, I dropped the shirt as if it were nothing and walked slowly around the room to see what else was here of his. I scanned the barren room for anything at all that may tell me what exactly he had been doing in his time here. I didn't have to look far.

I found a paper on the desk. It was list of demons or powerful beings that could be after Wyatt. Half of them were crossed out, and the other half he had a few different vanquishing potions beside them or other ways to kill them. He also had a few names of underworld sources that he had and then he had some rumors he'd heard about the demons in question from his underworld spies.

He was getting around awfully well in this time.

So he wasn't wasting time. So he was actually doing something productive.

Whatever he had found it was too late now. He had had his time and now it was time for him to go back to the future with me whether he wanted to or not. I had a mission I had to do that had a lot weighing on it and I wasn't going to let Chris's stubborn mentality ruin it.

I looked around the dark room and thought back or forward however one would think of it on Wyatt and Chris's relationship. I had come in pretty late to it but I knew the abridged version well.

Wyatt hadn't destroyed the whole Halliwell family like Chris tried to blame him for. He hadn't really cared about them. Well, most of them at least. His mother he had loved.

Of course, he had always been the type to say the one with the most power and insight in the end would win. His family hadn't understood his reasoning. So, he had went out on his own once Piper had died.

Piper's death had affected him a lot more then Chris believed it did, but I had always been able to tell what types of things rattled a person. It was a part of the whole Phoenix kick since I had learned that these very things that riled others could be used to weaken them before killing them.. Chris didn't like to believe it but it had affected Wyatt.

Chris wanted to believe that Wyatt was just one evil son of a bitch but he wasn't completely. He hadn't killed their mother. Fate had. No one could have foreseen what was to come and no one was to blame for it but the evil that had come and destroyed her.

Sure, Chris blamed Wyatt for not healing her when they had found her. Of course Wyatt had been in shock. Here was their very mother who had been with them forever lying on the floor bleeding.

He had been in shock. He had never seen his mother hurt badly before. Piper had made it a key rule that her own children never saw her hurt badly. So Wyatt had always believed that she was invincible. Once or twice a scrape or two was all he really saw. That and if she was half bad their father would come and heal her.

But they had come and found her not healed lying on the kitchen floor without their father in sight and she was badly hurt. It had been that moment that had triggered Wyatt's power morass. He had then decided to shield himself from hurting emotionally like he had when his mother had died.

He had left Chris with their mother and had destroyed the whole pack of demons associated with the demon who had killed his mother as well as the demon itself that had killed his mother just for revenge.

Then, he had left the manor forever it had seemed.

I sat down and waited for Chris in the back room. I knew he would be here sooner or later. I knew that he hadn't been alerted to my presence and if he had he wouldn't know why I was here. That would make it easier on me to get close to him and do half of what I needed to do before I could take him home.

As I sat in the chair and stared into space I thought over Wyatt and Chris's life yet again. Only this time I remembered the true fate of all the Charmed Ones along with it.

Wyatt had went off on his own after Piper had died. Some of it had been because he couldn't stand being inside the very house his mother had been murdered in and the other half was because it was easier to face the fact that he couldn't have saved her alone.

Without his family with him, he could easily forget what had happened and that way he never had had to really deal with the outcome of it.

Phoebe and Paige had tried to deal with Piper's death, they had tried to help Chris since he had still been a child trying to deal with the fact that his mother was dead and his brother had just runaway from his own family in pursuit of becoming evil, and then they also had to deal with their own lives.

It had been too much. Demons, knowing they were weak, had attacked them when they were down. They had held out for a few months without any causalities but the time had eventually came when the family slowly dwindled in number. Phoebe's two newborn twin daughters had went first.

Once that had happened, she had lost hope of ever being able to live happily if not peacefully. So, when a demon had shimmered into the house a short time later she had let her death wish win. She had barely even fought the demon off that had taken her life.

Then, Paige had tried to do everything for her own daughter and Chris on her own. She had actually been able to deal with it all for two years. Sure, they had had to do a lot of magical protection on the house but she had tried very hard to keep it together for all of them. It had worn her down though. Eventually she and her daughter had been murdered by a dark lighter.

Chris had blamed Wyatt the whole time.

Wyatt had been getting all kinds of evil forces on his side as his own minions as this all had happened and hadn't even bothered caring about the family's dwindling numbers. Chris had tried to reason with him, but Wyatt had just basically told him to get over it. They were weak and didn't deserve to survive anymore was Wyatt's theory. Chris, of course, hadn't taken that last betrayal lightly.

Wyatt had let Chris deal with it alone while he had slowly gotten stronger with more legions of demons. He had hired me last. He had found me while I had been out for a kill and we had struck a deal that I couldn't resist at the time. I was a killer. I had been okay with it. I had been willing to kill for Wyatt. To me, it was better to be on his side then against him since he was so powerful.

Then, I had met Chris and my world had turned upside down.

Just as I thought this the lights in the room switched on. For a moment I was blinded as the silhouette that had once been in the doorway became real in the light. A person I had become very familiar with was now in front of me.

It was show time. I had no time to spare either. I had to do this right and fast before any interactions came in and spoiled it.

I slowly got up out of the chair in one languid motion and went straight towards him. He looked taken aback for a long moment. He looked as if he wondered if he were dreaming the whole time. Then, he quickly closed the door behind him shutting off any of his interactions with the outside world while also making it so that there would be no eye witnesses to what was to happen very soon between us.

It only made my job a little easier.

"Bianca." Chris said in a soft dreamers voice as he walked over towards me. "I don't understand. What are you doing here?"