I DON'T OWN CHARMED. THIS IS MERELY BIANCA'S POINT OF VIEW FROM THE EPISODE CHRIS-CROSSED.

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It was hard to be at our old spot without thinking about how we used to be. Sure, there wasn't a lot of time for romance or anything really, but we had had one.

The whole time we had been together we had tried to hide it from Wyatt. Wyatt hated more then anything any of his minions let alone his leading Phoenix having a relationship with his brother. Wyatt was the main reason we had had to steal time for ourselves.

Sometimes it was hard to even do that. Once in a blue moon we had been a little less caring towards the rules and had done things behind his back on his own territory. Sometimes we had even taken a few stolen kisses and a few rare long held glances. He had never found out though. He had never known anything was going on between us. Not until we both disappeared from his sight for the short time we had been together trying to figure out how to fix the future.

The best idea had came to me one time we had been here in our very spot in the park. I had realized we couldn't get through to him now so why not try to change that. The only way I could figure out a way to change it was by time travel to the past. Go back to the beginning and stop the events or demon that had changed Wyatt and the future would be a better place.

Chris had instantly grown attached to my idea. He had seen a spell once in the Book of Shadows that would render its caster to the space of time they wanted. However, there wasn't a way home.

He had to hope that once he fixed what needed to be fixed everything would be better and the Charmed Ones would be able to make a spell to let him go to the new, improved future that he had created.

It had been exciting. For once we had had an angle. We could get to Wyatt without hurting him or else without him knowing it. So, we had told the Resistance that we had a way to save Wyatt and the future of the world. The Resistance had agreed to it and after awhile the ball had started rolling.

We had had everything planned. It was then that I had told Chris I wouldn't be coming to the future with him. He had hated that. He had wanted me there with him so he wouldn't have to worry about what Wyatt would do to me once he found me after he knew that I had helped Chris betray him.

I had had to explain to Chris why I couldn't go with him. I knew better then anyone that the Charmed Ones would be paranoid of this new visitor that appeared out of no where claiming to be from the future to save Wyatt when nothing seemed to be after him at the present time.

I had known better then anyone that he would have an easier time going there instead of both of us together. He had the family ties that would make it easier for him to bond with the family. He had known them all and I hadn't. They would never trust us together.

Alone he had a chance.

So, I had chosen to stay behind in hell. He had tried to talk me out of it but I had been adamant about it. There was no point of two people going to the past. He had to go to the past and save our future. I had to stay in the future hell Wyatt had created and try to help anyone I could. That way we both could be doing something productive.

I walked around the park and looked at the place that it had once been.

The moonlight sparked shadows over the Greek looking white marble statues surrounding me. The white benches were all in place and nothing was in a horrible destruction that it was in in the near future. There actually were tons of roses and poppies blooming everywhere. The fragrance of the park wafted through the world around me as I stood in the park.

It was beautiful.

If I had any tears left I would have cried at how beautiful it was. I had none though. I wasn't the type to waste my time with tears. Crying did nothing for a person. It was worthless. You received nothing for crying and it barely ever made you feel better. It made you weak and I didn't have time to be weak. I had to be on top of everything right now in order to make sure everything would work out the way it was supposed to.

Of course, Piper coming into the middle of my fixing Chris hadn't helped matters either. Right now, he was starting to figure out that I had tried to take his powers from him. Soon he'd realize that it wasn't good for his health to do anything magical while the disease leftover from my power stealing was still in his system.

I frowned at the park in worry.

In the distance I could see a couple in another area filled with benches and an extensive amount of poppies that were enjoying a quiet evening in the park. They had no idea that this place would soon be a memory of beauty. It would never be what it had once been for them. It would be ugly and destroyed and nothing they did could save their precious lovers spot from being destroyed.

Nothing.

Why had we believed that we could do anything? Why had we believed that Wyatt would be saved? He would never be saved. He liked being the person he was today even if it made him a horrible murderer and a power hungry tyrant. How stupid we had been to believe that we could have saved him.

I looked at the happy couple as they kissed on the benches in the distance and bit my lip until it bled. Then I turned to the spot. It had been Chris and my spot. It was beautiful and serene in this time. In the future, it still had a partial amount of the beauty it displayed now but only on the edges of its beauty there still was an ugly mess left behind in its destructed wake.

This had been the very spot that he had proposed to me. He had brought me there and told me it was urgent. I had came instantly. I didn't know why he had been panicked when he had told me to come with him, but I had followed him here.

When we had arrived he had sat me down on the middle white stone bench. I had expected him to tell me he was dying or something with the urgency in which he had transferred me from the resistance to our spot.

But no. It hadn't been an urgency for truth. It had been another form of urgency.

After he had sat me down on the white stone bench he had kneeled down before me. While I had looked on at him in surprise he had pulled out a ring and placed it onto my ring finger.

Even now I looked down at the ring. It had been a plain silver banded diamond engagement ring. It had been his mother's engagement ring and he had wanted me to have it. It had meant a lot to him.

It was all that he had left of his mother.

"Will you marry me?" Chris asked me as he looked up into my eyes nervously hopeful.

Chris, you are insane. That's exactly what I had thought at that very moment.

Here we were in the turning point of our revolution. He was about to go back into time to save Wyatt and God knows who he would have to kill in order to do that. He was about to leave me here to fend for myself in the future while he did everything he could in the past and here he was asking me to marry him as if we were a normal couple. As if we had the right to marry.

"You're asking me now?" I had asked him and looked at him as if he were crazy.

I loved him so much. He was the person that made me better every day but right then he was crazy. He was acting like a crazy person requesting my hand in marriage on the very day that marked the rest of the revolution of saving Wyatt. Here he was kneeling down before me looking at me with those green eyes I could never say no to and that hopeful look that enticed me more then ever to kiss him until everything else went away.

Here and now wasn't the time to get engaged. We were in the middle of the city's destruction and he was proposing to me as if nothing were at all wrong with the place. Here we were in the middle of hell and he was acting as if everything around us was normal.

"Mm-hmm" he answered nodding his head.

"Here?" I gasped out incredulously.

"This is still our spot, Bianca. No matter what he's done to it. Marry me." Chris requested as he looked into my eyes lovingly.

Chris, you were always the romantic. Even now as I looked into his eyes I really wanted to believe that soon enough our suffering would be over. The world would be whole and safe and wonderful again. Even now, I knew I had to be naïve to believe that. Either that or completely stupid to count my eggs before they hatched.

"On one condition," I told him as I took his warm tanned hand inside of my own, "You come back to me, safely."

"Have I ever let you down before?" he asked.

I looked at him and then kissed him to cover my worry from him seeing it. He had never let me down.

This would be dangerous though. It would be dangerous for both of us..

Chris had never been the strong Halliwell. Wyatt was the twice blessed one and he had the power to kill at a whim and he would do it to whoever betrayed him.

There was a chance Wyatt would kill his own brother for what Chris was ready to do. There was a chance that he would find me once Chris had gone to the past and that he would kill me. Then, Chris would have no one to come back to the future for.

A shrill noise broke through my thoughts as I broke away and stopped a few inches from his face. I looked into his sincere eyes as the noise got louder. "What's that?"

A flying object instantly appeared flying straight towards us. Then it stopped as it felt human beings in its mist. Then, a bright light shone from its steel gray surface and shone into my eyes as I stared at it in surprise. It had appeared out of no where and I had no idea what it was.

Chris looked at it for one second and then instantly flicked his hand at it. The steel machine flew back towards one of the destructed white brick walls behind us and exploded as it hit the surface of the wall.

"Are you okay?" Chris asked as he looked deeply into my eyes with his hands pressing into my thighs as he leaned in to make sure the probe hadn't done any damage to me.

I swallowed and nodded as I looked around myself and then at him, "Yeah. Yeah. I don't think it had time to transmit."

"Ahh. I can not believe he's sending probes after us now. I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch." he promised as he got up from sitting beside me and took a few pacing steps away from me and then he turned back to me.

I instantly jumped to my feet and came up to him. The last thing I needed was my fiancé to get a vendetta to kill his own brother. We had agreed that blood wouldn't be spilt. We had agreed that the strike against the demon in the past would be the best thing to do to save out future.

If Chris went after Wyatt now after everything we had planned over something so small and insignificant then we might as well throw everything away. I couldn't let him go after Wyatt. He had something bigger to do then to go and try to kill his own brother.

He would only end up killing himself in the aftermath. He could do so much more in the past then with his own death in the present.

I had to calm him down before he did something stupid that the world would regret. That the world wouldn't benefit from.

"No! No, you're not. You're gonna stick to the plan," I told him as I held onto his arms. I forced him to meet my eyes in his aggravation as I held him in order to calm him down.

"But he knows." Chris responded.

"If he knew he wouldn't have sent the probe. You have to go back, Chris. It's the only way to stop him. It's the only way to change all of this." I reasoned with him as I held onto him firmly. Then, I took his hand in mine and kissed it loving as I tried to bring strength to myself as well as him.

Come on, Chris. Where is the reasonable Chris that I love so much. You have to go back. Not for us, not for the world, but for your family. In order to save the future, you have to repair the damage done to your family.

I felt him ease in my hold and I took a breath of relief and shook my head to clear it. I gave him a small smile as I looked into his deep emerald green eyes.

Soon he would be gone. Soon there was a chance I would never see him again. I had to make the most of the few small moments we had left together. I kissed his hand one more time and held it to my face as I closed my eyes to our harsh reality of the world.