I leaned over Chris inside my mother's living room. My mother had vacated the premises to let me be alone there or else to go vent on her next target. Whatever reason that had made her go it was fine by me. I was there and I was alone and I was making the most of the time I still had before we had to go back to the future. Until, Wyatt and Chris had their little reunion.

I felt Chris trying to stop me from taking his powers. He didn't want to be powerless when he met up with his twice-blessed, evil older brother. I didn't blame him, but I could do nothing about it. I was doing this under Wyatt's terms to keep Chris alive. I didn't care if he was going to be stubborn about this I was going to win out in the end.

"Just let me finish what I started. You'll feel better soon. I promise. That's it. Easy does it." I told him softly as I pulled my hand out of his chest since I was finished stripping his powers now. "Slow breaths."

"What'd you do to me?" Chris asked me angrily as soon as he had the breath to speak.

I looked at him angrily. You could have said thank you. If I had left you like that you would have died. Then, where would we be?

"I just saved your life," I told him defensively.

"By taking my powers?" he asked as he slowly sat up on the couch.

I didn't listen to his petty argument. Instead, I went to the wall and dropped the hideous painting my mother had bought for our first decoration for the apartment. It dropped and the glass of the frame broke as I brought a piece of white chalk to the wall and started drawing the symbol on the wall.

"How are you gonna bring me back, anyway? That spell's a one way door. It only goes backwards in time." Chris went on as I made one of the loops of the symbol on the wall.

"He created a new spell because of you. One that works both ways." I informed him as I kept on my course of drawing the symbol on the wall.

"I'm touched." Chris replied, sarcastically bitter.

"You should be," I said looking at him as I spoke, "He's gone to a lot of trouble to get you back."

"Yeah I can see that." Chris replied, pointedly.

His comment might have stung earlier, but I had more pressing things on my mind now. I had to talk him into being civil to Wyatt. There was no way Wyatt would accept him and let him go free if he kept acting like this. He wasn't even being mature right now. He was just acting like a jealous child whose favorite toy was in the possession of his older kid brother.

To him now it seemed as if his brother had really converted me to his side, but it wasn't true. I was just trying to survive. I was just trying to keep us both alive until I could figure something out.

"You know you don't have to believe me, Chris. But this really is for the best." I told him as I turned to him.

It was really for the best after everything Wyatt could have done. Wyatt had listed every way he could bring Chris back. A majority of those ways Chris had either been murdered or severely hurt in the process. I had chose to come here after him since I still might have had a chance to talk some sense into him.

At least this way he had his life.

"Oh, really. How's that?" Chris asked, not believing me in the least. His dark emerald eyes glared at me from his position on the couch as he watched my every movement. Everything I did to him or for him right now no matter what would always seem like a betrayal.

This was the last straw.

I was going to let him in on a tidbit of information he wasn't thinking about. His brother was evil and we both knew that. Wyatt was the type to do anything to get what he wanted and right now he wanted Chris. Whether Chris chose to be dead or alive at the time was his own choice.

I walked towards the couch that Chris was glaring at me tearfully from and let him in on something I had been holding back the whole time I had been there. "Because this is your only chance to live. If I fail, he'll just keep sending more assassins back and all they'll have to bring back home is a body."

I saw his face as reality hit him. Sure his brother had been indifferent and had been hurtful towards him at times. This had been the thing he had never expected to hear though. This was the one thing he had kept himself in denial from. His surprised expression didn't last long as I made my way to him. Instead, it was replaced by a hard expression.

"Doesn't matter. There's nothing left in the future anymore, anyway." Chris told me as he pulled out something from his pocket.

Before it even hit the coffee table I knew what it was. It was the engagement ring I had given him in order for him to remember what he was fighting for while he was here. I didn't let my emotions cross my face. Instead, I bit my tongue and then glared at him. He had struck a low blow on that one. I was willing to let him think it over. Especially once he realized what the future held.

I turned away from him so he wouldn't see the slight tears that were coming to threaten my eyes and I stalked over to the wall to get my symbol fully drawn. I wouldn't let him bother me. I wouldn't.

I couldn't help it though. I kept seeing the ring on the table and the memories of before kept reoccurring in my restless mind as I drew the symbol.

I was inside the Manors attic all over again. I was drawing the very same symbol on the attics wall and I was worried about everything that could possibly go wrong. I had to hope that the powers that be would keep Chris safe.

I finally finished the symbol and sighed as I threw the chalk back to where I had found it before. It was time for him to try out his luck in the past. It was time for him to leave and save the future for everyone who lived in it.

I didn't want him to go though. I wanted to keep him here with me. I wanted to beg him to stay with me and we could run away. We could run away somewhere where there had to be a sanctuary away from Wyatt's watchful eye and we would find it and stay there.

But I didn't do anything. I didn't beg him. Instead, I took a breath and started towards him knowing this was more important than our love.

"It's time," I told him as I met him in the center of the room.

He met me and we held onto each other. "I don't wanna go. I don't wanna leave you."

I don't want you to go either.

If I could I would make you stay. I would tell you not to go, but this is bigger then the both of us. This is your destiny Chris, and I can't stand in your way of you saving your family. I can't stand in the way of the world being saved not after everything that has gone wrong in it. Not after everything I helped go wrong.

I looked down not knowing what to say because anything could betray me right now and one of us had to be strong or neither of us would do what was needed to be done.

I remembered the ring he had given me. I pulled it off my ring finger. I wanted to keep it for myself to remember him by but I couldn't. He needed it more then I did right now.

I gave him the ring. "Here. This will remind you of why we're doing this, what's waiting for you here."

I folded his hand over the ring as tears threatened to fall. I couldn't fall apart though. There would be time to later but right now I couldn't. I had to keep up and keep the ball rolling before we were caught. I had to let him go. This way I could even save a little bit of him by letting him change the future.

Maybe when he came back to me he wouldn't be as haunted as he was now. Maybe, he would know happiness.

We both held each other as hard as we could. I could feel his heartbeat against my cheek as I let myself fall into him for one moment of goodbye. His hand rested over my head protectively and I breathed him in.

This was the one moment of peace that we could afford one another.

"Just make sure you take care of the guards, okay?" Chris asked breaking our moment of peace. "Then, get out of here. Because if he finds you... if he knows you betrayed him... he'll kill you."

I knew that. I knew that ever since we had started this whole thing. Sure, at first it had been so surreal but now I didn't know what to do about it. Now, I had to help Chris. I didn't care about Wyatt. I cared about Chris and he needed me to do this for him and I was sure as hell going to help him.

"Don't worry. I can take care of myself." I told him.

Chris's green eyes looked blue as he looked deep into mine. He rested his forehead on mine as I held onto him for a little bit longer. I just wanted to be with him forever. Why did that have to be so hard for us to accomplish?

Chris parted from me again and I stood for a moment in place. I took a breath and then I pressed down my hair nervously before I followed him to the books holograph image on the stand. Chris stood right in front of the book where he could easily read the pages when the real one came. I stood opposite of him watching him the whole time in my own feverish nervousness. Chris pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and started to read it.

"I call upon the ancient power to help us in this darkest hour

Let the book return to this place

Claim refuge in its rightful space."

As soon as his words were uttered the real Book of Shadows appeared right in front of him. "It worked." he cried.

"The spell, find the spell," I replied as I waited impatiently for him to find the spell.

Relief from the book appearing had entered my system. Now, it was being replaced by nervousness knowing that time was counting down now. Also, I was afraid of what would happen next when Wyatt's henchmen did finally enter the picture.

Chris leafed through the pages of the book and instantly found the spell we needed. He gave me a quick look as I nodded to him to start and he did.

"Hear these words

Hear the rhyme

Heed the hope within my mind

Send me back to where I'll find

What I wish in space and time." he called into the air around us.

The portal beside us opened in rays of white and blue light pealing through the attics dark room. It was time. We had did it. I was so happy we had done what we needed to do and it had worked.

The only thing that had brought me down was the plain, simple fact that it was time to say goodbye though.

Chris who had leaped out from behind the podium turned back to me to find the words to say goodbye. I couldn't even think of anything to say let alone do now. Chris's eyes opened larger then they had before as his eyes saw something behind me.

"Bianca!" he cried in warning.

I turned in time to see the demon who had just shimmered in behind me. I grabbed his hand and flipped him onto his back so that I had the upper hand. I knew that Chris was still standing there watching me as I did so and that had not been part of the plan. I couldn't watch his back and my own at the same time. I needed him to get his side of the plan done. I looked up to him from the demon.

"Go! Go!" I cried as I pressured him to leave.

Chris looked at me one last time not knowing what to do. As he did the demon tripped me and I went sprawling on the ground beside him. From there I kicked him. As I did, Chris took one last glimpse knowing that he needed to go to the past and save Wyatt. He was drawn for a moment between helping me and going, but he finally chose as I fought off the demon.

Then, he walked into the portal and out of my life.

I had had enough time to get up from stabbing the demon with my athame to see the blue with light from the portal close up and I knew he was gone.

It had been the last time I had seen him until I had come back to the past to retrieve him for Wyatt. I had been living off of memories to keep myself alive with Wyatt's inconstant torture.

"You really expect me to jump into this thing like before?" he asked.

I almost laughed at him. It wasn't as if he had had that hard of a time going into the last time portal. Hell, he had stayed in this time for nearly two years. He had liked where the portal had landed him. He hadn't given it much of a thought to where he would end up or where I would end up when he had left me. He had just jumped into the other one.

I didn't bother to stay on the subject as I turned to him. I still loved him so much that it was hard to breathe. He didn't love me now he hated me for my betrayal. He just didn't understand.

"Not without a fight, no" I replied I had a feeling I would have to treat him like all the other unwilling victims that I had killed in my past.

"How can you be so cold? How can you just stand there and pretend like we never meant anything to each other?" he asked in pain.

You don't know how it was for me to be alone and running. You don't know how hard it was when I had found out. When I had found out about our baby. The last time we had been together you and I had gotten something more then we had expected.

I had been pregnant and trapped on the road living from day to day. Then, Wyatt had come. He had known about everything, Chris. He had seen a Seer and she had told him I was with your child and he used that against me. He was still using that against me now and that's why I am here.

And you aren't making this any easier on me.

I have been through hell and back. I have done everything humanly possible to save our son and your life. I have tried everything to get you to realize I am your last hope and all you do is spit on me.

"I don't have a choice," I said in a hard voice.

Wyatt has our son. He has him and he will do anything he wants to him if I don't bring you back to the time and the place he wants you. Right now I love you and I want to save you, but God help me if you provoke me I will make you go through that godforsaken portal with me whether you like it or not because my sons life depends on it.

Chris tried to beg me then, "Bianca, please don't do this."

I looked down at the floor and didn't meet his eyes. I couldn't meet them or else he would find out everything and I didn't need him to go through that time portal knowing his brother had his son in his clutches and then get himself killed. I wouldn't let him commit suicide.

"Don't give up on everything that we fought for." he tried.

I wanted to scream at him. I had given him time. He had had two years to do what he needed to do to save baby Wyatt. He had done nothing and he still hadn't changed Wyatt. What more could he ask from me now?

I looked at him then, "I'm not. I'm just hoping we can find another way. Ready?"

Just then my three favorite witches in the whole world orbed my mothers living room ruining our moment together. Piper, Phoebe, and Paige appeared right before us. I turned to them as I saw them out of the corner of my eye. I was already prepared for their attack and so when it came I was light on my feet.

"Hey, future girl." Piper called out.

As she did, she threw a vanquishing potion straight at me.

I didn't hesitate.

I threw my athame straight at them to divert their attention. As Piper froze the athame in the air a few inches from her throat, I shimmered in right in front of it where I made it lay resting against her exposed pale white throat.

Now, who had the upper hand?

"You were saying?" I asked her victoriously.