I don't own Charmed or else I would be a millionairess.

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I knew that Chris was getting worse. I also knew that he would end up going to the Manor to the Charmed Ones. Piper wasn't slow she would connect his sudden illness to me and I would be in some serious shit. So, I had to figure a few things out very quickly.

I didn't have time for anything right now. I had enough time to get him home before Wyatt had found another bounty hunter to come for both of our heads.

So, about now, I knew that Chris must have hit the Charmed Ones home and now they were devising a plan to vanquish me. So, I knew I had a limited amount of time to get them diverted from me so that I could finally take Chris out of their grasp and heal him before the disease from the power stripping killed him.

So, I knew of only one place in this time that would offer me solace let alone a way to save my own ass.

I could take the Charmed Ones if they attacked me, I wasn't really worried about them and their various potions. I was worried about Chris and he was the one who mattered right now. The more time wasted was the less time he had and neither of the Charmed Ones or I wanted to see him dead.

I quickly shimmered to my home.

I didn't see my child self so I was thankful for small favors since I wasn't really in the best emotional state to see myself still innocent to the world of magic and killing. I didn't want to think about the small childhood I had had when I had a million others things on my mind and a very serious matter of life and death to deal with.

So I shimmered into my living room. It was old home. I looked it over in its sunlit splendor and took in everything I had once cherished. I had loved this place as a child. It had been the only place I had ever lived. It had been the one place my mother had been alive in. It had been my last true home where I was loved and I hadn't had to deal with the rest of the world.

I saw a small orange teddy bear that I had burned alive once accidentally. It had been my favorite bear even when it had been burnt. Sure it smelled like charcoal and it had lost a partial amount of its face after I had burnt it but I loved that thing. When I had moved in with my Aunt Elmira I had never seen it again.

I knew the bitch had trashed it. I just never had had the proof.

I quickly let go of my nostalgia and started ransacking the room. My mother and my child self were no where to be found so my mother probably was hiding somewhere until the coast was clear of Charmed Ones. Even as powerful as she was she wasn't stupid when it came to avoiding a battle with them.

I was happy for the peace and quiet. I barely had had any in forever. So, I started ransacking the house.

It was my old home. I had no idea where anything was. It had been too long ago to remember these things and my mother had always been so paranoid and hid our family Grimoire wherever she wanted to on any given day.

Right now it didn't help that she was paranoid.

I started throwing pillows off the couch and tearing through it, then I went through a few of the end tables looking for something to guide me. Come on. I need something. Anything. More then my destiny rides on this!

But I didn't find it easily. I was still searching and I knew my time was running out. It only took a few minutes to make a vanquishing potion, to scry, and to realize who had done the damage to Chris. Any minute now the Charmed Ones would be here and I would be defenseless. Then, Chris would end up dead.

This was just wonderful. I am the best freaking Phoenix ever. I can't even find my own family's Grimoire.

Okay, okay. Calm down. Maybe, I haven't thought of it yet. Where would she put it? Take a deep breath and figure this out, Bianca. You being hysterical right now isn't helping matters at all.

I calmed down. I took my deep breath and I had nothing. I threw a red vase at the wall in anger as I tried to think of another place to ransack.

Instead of that I kept thinking about the last time Chris and I had been together. It had been the day he had left for the future and the day my life on the run had begun. It seemed like an eternity had past since then.

I eased myself down on the couch and put my head in my hands as I remembered. It was so hard not to. Just by being close to him for the few minutes in the park had been enough to give me an emotional breakdown.

We had came into the Manor with a tour group. It had been the easiest way to get in without anyone suspecting us. We had just looked like a normal bored couple out to see the history of the almighty Charmed Ones.

The tour guide had been the most annoying person I had ever seen on earth. On the way in I had kidded with Chris about killing her. I mean come on the world wouldn't really be affected by the death of one overly perky, fake tour guide.

Of course, he had been Mr. Party Pooper and had kept me to the plan. However, I had seen the dark humor glinting in his eyes and he had went into the Manor behind everyone with his hand covering his mouth to make him look interested and thinking about the Charmed Ones. In all actuality, I knew he was trying hard not to let me see the smile he was covering.

Belle, the tour guide, started to inform us of the legendary Charmed Ones as we followed in the back like the bad seeds of the group. "Welcome to the Halliwell memorial museum. A tribute to magic and of course, the Charmed Ones. Please remember there is no digi-capturing, no holographing and most certainly no magic allowed while inside the museum. That's a big one. Don't worry about those probes, folks, they're merely scanning for witches. Now, as we pass through the foyer, note the family portraits hanging on the walls."

We followed closely behind the crowd. The probes came to us last and went to scan us, but before they could Chris merely waved his hand at them and they moved to scan another direction. I loved him for his quick thinking then. Otherwise, we would be in a load of trouble.

I whispered to him my congratulations, "Nicely done."

Belle started up to tell about the Charmed Ones again as we followed her through the main hallway. "Around here you'll notice just a few of the many mythological creatures the legendary sisters transformed into in their demon fighting hay day." she said as she pointed at the superheroes costumes and then the mermaid lying on the table. "Actually, the Charmed Ones were responsible for well over a thousand demon vanquishes before they were finally vanquished themselves. Now, the time is twenty-five years ago. Imagine yourselves standing here on this floor when the Charmed Ones were reborn."

The tour guide, Belle, clicked a button on her remote control in her hand and an instant holograph appeared in the center of the room right over the couch in the hallway by the staircase.

The holograph was of Piper, Phoebe, and Paige as they stood in that very hallway. Phoebe was holding Paige's arm and Piper took her hand and as she did a blue light flickered around them like a fairy light. It swirled around them as Paige looked on in surprise. It was the very moment the Power of Three was reconstituted.

Paige from the holograph looked around and made a confused face, "Okay, what was that?"

Leo from the holograph answered her, "I think that means you're supposed to be here."

Then, in the holograph on the wall, Shax immediately appeared as he barged through the door. Wind swirled around him and Paige watched in horror as Shax gave a devastatingly blood chilling smile to the new Charmed Ones.

Everyone in the Manor that was there for the tour backed up and watched in fear as they watched the scene play in front of them. Belle, gave a curt little smile that I really wanted to kill her for at that exact moment, and then she flicked off the button on the remote.

Instantly, the holograph disappeared and everyone breathed a little bit more easily.

"Scares them every time. Okay, let's head over to the kitchen where many of the sisters' classic potions were brewed. Some of which are available for purchase in the gift shop on the way out." Belle said as she lead them into the kitchen. "Of course, the attic was the preferred spot for potion making, principally because that's where they kept the famed Book of Shadows. Which is where we're headed next. A little background on the manor itself, it was actually..."

The tour group kept going from the kitchen. Chris stood in front of me just staring down at the table. His face was unreadable but I knew what he saw. He saw his own mother the day that his brother and he had come home to find her dead. He saw the memories of everything that had happened in the family in that very kitchen and here he was just staring at the table blinded to the world because of it.

I wanted to comfort him as I stood beside him and watched his face, but I didn't get the chance. An angry guard interrupted me. He came straight over to us after shimmering in behind us.

The guard instantly ordered, "Hey, you two! Move along."

I knew he wasn't close enough to kill yet. He was still a few feet behind us. I knew he would come right up to us and force us to either join the tour group or leave and I was waiting for him to come to me.

"Wait for it." I told Chris.

The guard instantly moved closer after he heard me whisper to Chris. I held his arm to stop him from doing anything and then I let my athame materialize inside of my hand. I waited one more second. I needed him to get one more step in before I made my move.

The guard was annoyed with us now. "Are you deaf? I said..."

He didn't get another chance to say anything more to us. He took the last step necessary for him to be in swinging distance of me. I quickly turned towards him and rammed the knife into his chest. He was so surprised. The pain and the surprise spread over his face like a fever and then he blew up in a brief golden light.

I instantly went towards the cellar door. We didn't have time to waste. He might have other guards that came and did this room every five minutes and they soon would realize one of their people was dead. I opened the cellar door and turned to Chris.

I couldn't believe he hadn't followed me. Did he want to get caught before we got anything done? Did he want to get caught and killed before he ever had the chance to change the future for us?

I turned to him annoyed that he wasn't right behind me. I tried to ignore the surprised expression on his face.

He knew I was a trained killer. Sure, he had barely seen me do it before but still he knew. He knew that's what Wyatt paid me to do so for him to be surprised now that I killed someone in order to survive and have him save the future without any hitches was just plain stupid.

I didn't have time to explain my actions to him so I just hurried him as best I could, "Come on."

He followed me then. He had no other choice. I galloped down the stairs in front of him. The whole time I surveyed the area to see if there was anything down there that could hurt us. I saw nothing. I saw no one there.

Obviously, the cellar wasn't that important for them to guard. So, we were safe for now.

I let the athame in my hand dematerialize and turned to Chris. He had stood on the bottom stair.

I turned to him and said, "We should be safe here until the museum closes. Then we'll go get the book."When I saw the look of questioning on his face I knew something was wrong. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing. It's just sometimes I forget who you really are." He said.

Oh, no. I am not that person that you met a year ago. I am the person that you see today. You changed me. When are you going to realize that? You changed me and I am better now and I am not the bloodthirsty killer I had been before you found me. Just because I killed one guard doesn't meant anything. It was that or never have the chance to save our future.

I think the future was far more important then one of Wyatt's henchmen will ever be.

"Hey." I said softly as I pulled him to me. "You mean who I used to be, Chris. Before I met you."

He had to know the difference by now. He had been the reason there was a difference. I had to ground that into him so he would know.

"So what do we do now?" he asked changing the subject as he looked around the mildew smelling cellar.

The only thing we can do. The only thing we have left to do.

I looked into his eyes and replied, "We say goodbye."

He looked deep into my eyes and my focus never wavered from his as I started to slowly unbuttoned my red top. Each button that I took off I saw him understand what I was doing. Seducing him was the best part of loving him. So, I was damned well going to make a good effort at showing him I loved him before he left me to do one of the most important things a person could ever do for the world.

I took off my top and kissed him fiercely as I let it drop from my hands. God, I was going to miss this.

I walked over the cabinet and started searching through it. I threw out all the things I didn't needed out of my way onto the floor created a mess and a lot of noise as things shattered. I broke a few of my mother's favorite antiques, but I didn't care. She would be dead in a few years it wouldn't really matter anyways.

Now, where was the damn book?

"Who are you and what do you want?" a voice grumbled from behind me in anger.

I knew the voice. I took a breath and looked down at the floor for an instant as I gained my strength. I hadn't wanted to meet up with her again. I hadn't wanted to see her. It would hurt me too much after everything that had happened and everything that was soon to come to pass.

She was mother. I loved her though she barely had ever given me the childhood or even the love that I had needed. I had killed her. To see her again would be the worst part about this.

"Where's the Grimoire?" I asked with a quick glance to her but I barely looked at her. Not even at her eyes. I then went back to looking for the Grimoire in the cabinet.

My mother wasn't one to not get the answers she was looking for. She would be a great asset to the Gestapo if it had been in our time. She instantly created an energy ball in her hand.

"One more time. Who are you?" she asked me.

Fine, I tried to protect you from the truth of who I was. But you wouldn't have that, now would you? Then, I hope you like what you see mother because you created me to be this person that's standing before you today.

"Who do you think I am?" I asked angrily. I held up my wrist to show her the red birthmark in the shape of a Phoenix. "Mother."