Back to the Past
Chapter 10: Memories You Don't Remember Having.
A/N: That's right people I'm back. Did ya miss me? My holiday, to put it bluntly, was shit. There was no pool and the beach was 1/2hr away and there was bugger all else to do except sit in the local Irish bar (when you are actually Irish, those things aren't as quaint as most people find them) chatting away and playing pool with two wonderfully witty and sarcastic (and lets not forget cute) barmen. Not that that was a particular hardship mind you.
What is my point I hear you cry? I had a lot of time to get my creative juices flowing so basically more chapters have been added as I am sure you will be glad to know. This one is even longer than the last chapter because you had to go for so long without it. just don't get used to chapters this length, ok? Well enough rambling from me, well for one author's note at least . . . on with the show! Lol
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"What?" asked Piper in disbelief.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me," said Chris, worry clearly expressed in his facial features.
"What did you see?" asked Paige.
"We were all at the manor, well our future selves were and Wyatt was standing there, I thought it was you at first," Phoebe said, looking at the Wyatt in front of her. "But then I saw the coldness in his eyes and I could feel the evil and hatred coming of him in waves, it was overwhelming. I knew it had to be the other one, the evil one from Chris' alternate future. Our three future selves were standing in front of him, held back by demons and he had this detached expression on his face when he stuck the athame into me, God the vision was so vivid I could practically feel it," she said touching her stomach where she had seen herself be stabbed as she sat down on the sofa.
"What about me and this Wyatt, why weren't we stopping him?" asked Chris, confused. He knew that there was no way in hell that he would just sit back and watch anyone lay a hand on his mother or aunts never mind kill them.
"I couldn't see either of you," said Phoebe. "It was just so strange. He looked exactly like you Wyatt but different somehow. The way he stood, his facial expressions . . . it was strange."
"Are you sure that's what you saw?" asked Piper, who was hoping her sister was mistaken.
"No," said Phoebe angrily. "I just made all of that up, of course I'm sure! Do you really think I would tell you something like that if I wasn't sure? Besides it sort of makes sense when you think about it."
"Not really," said Paige, who was at a loss to see how any of it made sense.
"Yes it does," insisted Phoebe. "After all we did think that this 'great evil' that is trying to take over was from other Chris' world and in the alternate world, Wyatt was the big evil dictator guy."
"I guess," said Paige. "Erech must have been in that world for a while and worked for Wyatt and told him that there was another possible future because Chris was going to go back to stop him from turning evil. Wyatt then must have decided to make a pre-emptive strike and change worlds so it wouldn't make a difference even if Chris did change the future."
"You know for a woman who didn't think it made sense you do seem be clued up now," observed Chris, who was trying to take the news that he might have to battle an evil version of his brother in his stride.
"What can I say, I catch on quick," Paige said smirking.
"What I don't get is that if evil Wyatt knew that I was going to go back and change things, why wouldn't he just stop me?" asked Chris.
"Cause he grew up with you and he knows you are too god damn stubborn. Once you get an idea in your head there's no stopping you," said Wyatt quietly.
Paige grinned, "Oh I wonder where he got that from," she said looking at Piper pointedly.
"So do I," she said innocently, with a smile on her face. "Sweetie, are you ok?" she asked Wyatt concerned, for he had been relatively quiet since Phoebe's premonition.
"Sure, my evil self is taken over my world and is probably going to kill us all to do it, yeah I've never been better!" he said, looking at her incredulously.
"But why does he want to kill us?" asked Chris.
"Hey, I don't remember being told anything about you two being stabbed," said Paige.
"Fine," said Chris. "But why his mother and aunts? You're his family for God's sake!"
"You see that's the problem, we don't really know much about the whole thing," said Paige.
"What?" asked Chris.
"Your other self was pretty secretive about his background," said Phoebe. "Much to all of our intense anger and irritation might I add. He told us nothing about Wyatt except that he eventually admitted that he was the evil he had come back to stop."
"It took us months for us to find out who he really was. I doubt he would have ever told us if Phoebe hadn't got that premonition! But even when he did decide to come clean, he thought that there were some things that we wouldn't want to know and that knowing them wouldn't make us feel any better," said Piper, a small sense of sadness creeping in at the memories of the son she had lost.
"I agreed with him there," said Paige. "I can't even imagine the conditions that could drive someone to turn against there own family, so it wasn't something I was particularly eager to find out about, hell I was dead in that future! I died before Chris was even born. Damn Titans," she muttered angrily. "But unfortunately that is the kind of information that would come in handy right about now."
"Great so we know nothing then!" said Chris.
"You know when you think about it you have no one to blame but yourself," his mother told him grinning.
"Oh that's helpful," remarked Chris, rolling his eyes.
"Well when you think about it we don't really have nothing, we have this Wyatt. As much as the other one is evil they are the same person and they should think the same way, that should give us a bit of help," said Phoebe.
"Oh yes, I think all the time about murdering my family," said Wyatt.
"Hey are you trying to challenge me for my throne as most sarcastic or something?" asked Chris.
Wyatt glared at him and realising it was not the time, Chris backed off. "I was just saying."
"Couldn't we just like summon the Chris from that world and ask him what's going on?" asked Paige.
"No, that Chris is 16 as well and things that might be crucial for us to know mightn't have happened yet," said Phoebe.
"Didn't Dad say that that timeline was slightly ahead of ours though?" asked Chris.
"Yeah but the Wyatt I saw didn't look much older than our one, here," said Phoebe. "I don't think it would work. We would really need 23 year old Chris' memories."
"Then why don't we just summon his memories?" asked Piper.
Piper looked around her, waiting for feedback but all she got was four blank stares.
Paige stepped forward. "Uh, I think I speak for all of us here when I say, 'Huh?'"
"Why don't we write a spell that transfers 23 year old Chris' memories to this 16 year old Chris in front of us?" Piper explained calmly and rationally.
"That just might work," said Phoebe thinking it over.
"Uh won't my brain just like suffer a major meltdown with the sudden arrival of so many new memories?" asked Chris, concerned for his own well being. He felt that since it was him they were going to experiment on, he should at least have a say.
"We could word it so that you only get memories that can help us learn what we need to know," suggested Paige. "Plus we can remove them after so that your brain won't explode," she said ruffling his hair in an affectionate way.
"That's reassuring," said Chris, swatting his aunt away before running his fingers through his hair.
"Wyatt honey, are you ok with that?" Piper asked her son who appeared to be deep in thought.
"Yeah, I mean we gotta know what we are up against right?" he said, breaking out of his trance, showing no signs of emotion.
"Right, well I'll get working on the spell, shouldn't be too long," said Paige, picking up a notepad and pen before leaving the room so that she wouldn't be constantly bombarded with distractions.
"You need any help just give a yell," Phoebe yelled after her.
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Not long after Paige's departure for the sanctuary of her bedroom, Chris and Wyatt found themselves alone in the attic as Piper and Phoebe had both gone to the kitchen to work on the potions they were going to need.
"Are you ok man?" Chris asked, sitting down beside his brother.
"I would be fine if people would stop asking me that," said Wyatt.
"Look you can fool mom with this whole 'I'm fine with it thing' though to be honest I'm not entirely sure that she's buying it but you can cut the crap," Chris told his brother, who raised an eyebrow at him.
"Cause in that strange way that can only mean we are Halliwells, I have actually known you longer than she has. She's known you for almost two years, and as a toddler, I've known you for all of my sixteen years, God help me," he said with a smile.
Even Wyatt had to grin at the idea that his little brother had known him longer than their mother had.
"So what's going on?" asked Chris, concerned. Little had ever fazed his brother, he was Wyatt Matthew Halliwell after all; the much prophesised twice blessed one. All their life he had been the powerful one, the one that sent all the demons running once they realised who he was. He was the heir to Excalibur for God's sake! But here he was now in front of him, and he looked confused, lost and scared.
Wyatt let out a sigh. "What you mean apart form the fact my evil self is going to kill us?"
"Yeah, apart from that," said Chris with a small smile.
"It's just weird knowing that somewhere out there is another me. I mean yeah he's evil and all but we are still the same person and I'm beginning to get the impression that I have done some really horrible things," admitted Wyatt.
"But it's not you that has done those things," Chris assured him.
"But it could have been, we are the same person, put in what ever situations he was, I would have done those things too," said Wyatt.
"But you haven't done them," repeated Chris, trying to drill into him that it wasn't him, something that was proving harder to do than it was in theory. "You won't do those things."
"That's easy for you to say, you're the good one!" exclaimed Wyatt.
"You know that just doesn't sound right when you say it out loud," noticed Chris, giving a small shudder.
"I know but in that world you were the one who resisted evil, who fought the good fight and gave up your life to try and make things right," said Wyatt.
"Oh come on Wyatt, you need to realise that it's all circumstantial. Even the sisters say that I am slightly different in some ways to the older Chris that they knew from that world. That's because I grew up in a different situation than he did and so did you! I mean god knows, out there somewhere there could be another universe where I turned evil and you had to go back in time to save me!" said Chris.
Wyatt smiled, "That would make more sense that what happened in that world," he said.
"You see, now you're seeing the light," said Chris, pleased he was getting through to his brother. "You could never be evil in this world, you are a regular goody two shoes! The worst thing you have ever done if not rolling your socks up before putting them into the drawer!"
"Stop, now you are making me sound boring."
"Dude," said Chris, putting an arm loosely around his brother's shoulders. "I hate to break it to you but you are boring," he informed him grinning, before getting up and walking away to go see how the sisters were getting on.
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"Are you ready?" Paige asked him.
"As I'll ever be," said Chris, shifting nervously in his seat.
"Sweetie," said Piper walking over to him and sitting down beside him. "You are probably going to see some things that will be hard to accept and deal with. You will probably be disorientated but we are really going to need you to focus and sort through the memories to get what we need to know."
"Let's just get this over with," he said, becoming restless.
"Let me see this spell before you start messing about with magic and sticking things in my son's head," said Piper, motioning for the piece of paper Paige was holding.
She scanned through it quickly before coming across something she didn't like. "Paige! The 23 year old Chris was never in this point in time!"
"Oh he practically was, it's just a couple of months, I'm sure it will work," she insisted, taking the page back from her sister before she over analysed the spell and insisted she re-wrote it.
"It better or else you could end up with a vegetable for a nephew," Chris warned her.
"But what a very cute vegetable you'd make," she said patronisingly patting him on the head in a way that just irritated him more.
"I didn't mean literally," he said shifting in his seat again. "Just say the friggen spell."
"There is not one Chris Halliwell, There is two,
From different futures who have passed through,
This one point in space and time.
Now let their memories also cross the line,
By sending from that Chris to this other,
The memories of their big brother," she read from the sheet in front of her.
As soon as she had finished saying the spell, Chris let out a huge gasp before his eyes flew shut and he collapsed on to the floor, unconscious.
His mother immediately ran to him and propped him up against the wall. "I swear to God, why can't we go an hour in this family without someone loosing consciousness," she muttered, brushing her son's floppy hair out of his face.
The unconscious Chris was receiving images of the other Wyatt in waves, flashing before his eyes. Most of the other people in the memories he couldn't recognise because of the way the spell was worded, so their faces were blurred, but he could make out his family members. But Wyatt, was as clear as anything. There were many memories but a few key ones were standing out.
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His six year old self was in the kitchen, telekinetically getting the cookies down from the top shelf as Wyatt stood watch at the kitchen door. "Hurry, mom is coming!" warned an eight year old Wyatt.
Chris grabbed the cookies and they both orbed into the conservatory, where Leo was sitting.
"Honestly Chris, if I have told you once, I have told you a thousand times, no cookies before dinner!" said Leo, angrily grabbing the box of cookies of his youngest son.
"Sorry Dad," said Chris, hanging his head in shame.
"No playing with your toys for the rest of the day," said Leo.
"It wasn't Chris' fault Dad, it was mine!" said Wyatt.
"Oh really how so?"
"Uh . . . I made him get them for me! I told him that if he didn't I would break some of his toys!"
"Well then, you shouldn't have done that Wyatt but I'll let you off with it this time. Chris, you still shouldn't have done it, if Wyatt told you to stick your hand in the fire would you?"
"No," muttered Chris quietly as Leo left the room to put the box of biscuits back in the cupboard.
"You didn't have to do that," Chris told Wyatt.
"It's ok," said Wyatt, putting an arm around his brother. "I've always told you that we have to look out for each other, remember?"
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His twelfth birthday, he was sitting on his bed, tears spilling down his face. Wyatt had his arm around him. "It's ok Chris, I'm sure dad will make it up to you," he assured him.
"Like he has been making it up to me the past three years when he has forgotten my birthday?" asked Chris bitterly. "At least I got a card for my eighth birthday, even if he couldn't be bothered to come and see me. I hate him! For what he's done to me and what he's done to mom! He just left us, left her to raise us by herself, I hate him for that!"
"Hey, don't worry lil bro. You know I'll always look out for you, right?" said Wyatt, comforting him.
"Yeah, thanks Wyatt. But you don't understand, after all he's never forgot your birthday."
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Now he was fourteen, and in the manor. He was crying again, on his knees on the floor, mourning the death of his mother who was lying dead in front of him. He kept pulling at her arm telling her that she had to wake up, cause he couldn't go on without her.
"Do something!" he pleaded with Wyatt, who was standing above them, looking down on them, a cold look in his eyes.
"I can't heal the dead Chris," he reminded him, his voice showing no sign of emotion, no grief, no sorrow.
"But you have to bring her back Wyatt! If anyone can, it is you, you have to, Wyatt, please, I can't do anything without her Wyatt, I need her. She's my mother, what am I supposed to do without her? Please Wyatt you have got tot try!" begged Chris, who was becoming inconsolable with every passing second that his mom was no longer alive.
"I can't Chris," said Wyatt.
"Wyatt you have to, I . . ." His pleading was interrupted by a swarm of demons shimmering into the manor.
"You," said Chris, angrily getting up, recognising one of them. "You killed my mother you bastard!" said Chris, moving his arm and throwing the leader across the room before frantically mowing his arms about with every bit of energy he contained, throwing all of them about the manor, sending them crashing into various objects.
"Chris stop that!" said Wyatt, walking in front of his little brother.
"Stop? Why? He killed mom!" he said, pointing to the leader who was now standing up again.
"Yes, but I can't have you killing my subjects now can I?" asked Wyatt.
"Your what?" asked Chris, the anger, grief and disbelief seething through him.
"My Lord," said the leader, giving a quick bow, as did the rest of the demons who were now standing also.
"How? What? Why?" asked Chris, at a loss for words.
"I did what had to be done, Chris," Wyatt told him. "She was holding me back, always telling me what I should and should not do with my powers for fear of personal gain. She was trying to stop me from becoming what I was always meant to be."
"What a royal asshole?" asked Chris, who couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Tut, tut Chris, that's no way to talk to your brother, your brother who has so much hope for you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Chris.
"I want you to join me Chris, together we could be great, we could rule as one!"
"You've gone insane!" yelled Chris. "You have completely fucking lost it!"
"Language Chris, language. That's what mom would be saying if she was hear right now," said Wyatt.
"How dare you speak about her! This is your fault isn't it? You had your demonic lackeys kill her because you weren't man enough to do it yourself," he said going to hit the person who until now he had always looked up to.
Wyatt held out his hand and telekinetically held him back. "Temper, temper Chris. Yes I did, but I didn't do it to hurt you Chris. I need to be free of her to reach my full potential, our full potential. Join me Chris, we can over come all of this and become more powerful than you can imagine."
"You are crazy," said Chris, fighting against the magic hold. "After what you've done I will never join you. Why did you give in to evil Wyatt? You are better than that."
"Evil, oh Chris you can be so naïve. It's not about good versus evil, it's all about power. Who ever has it is in control, and I have it Chris, and I'm giving you the opportunity to have it too," he said.
"Go to hell," retorted Chris.
"Very well," said Wyatt relenting. "Have it your own way, enjoy your own pitiful existence Chris for now. But it would have just been easier if you gave in now Chris, cause soon or later you will join me. I always have it my way," he said releasing his telekinetic hold on his brother.
As Chris made a dive for him, Wyatt waved goodbye and disappeared in a swirl of black orbs. The rest of the demons shimmered out as well leaving Chris alone. Looking over at his mother's dead body, fresh tears began to roll down his pale cheeks as he took out his anger on the furniture, kicking and hitting anything remotely solid.
"Oh my God Chris!" came Phoebe's voice. Upon seeing her sister's lifeless body in the corner she ran and pulled her fuming and grief stricken nephew into a hug, to stop him from hurting himself and above all attempt to console him. But as he sobbed into his aunt's top, he could still see the cold look in his brother's eyes when he had looked upon their dead mother's body.
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Now him, Phoebe, Leo and Victor where in the manor, wearing black, it was the day of the funeral. He was in the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water and he could hear his aunt and his grandfather talking in the living room.
"How is he?" he heard his grandpa ask.
"Not good," admitted Phoebe. "This is the first time he has left his room in a week, he hasn't eaten in days. He barely has said anything since it has happened. He is just completely out of it," said Phoebe.
"Can you blame him?" asked Victor. "He lost his mother and his brother in the same day."
"Now, now Grandpa, I'm not exactly lost. If anything, I've finally found myself."
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Chris stormed into the living room to see Wyatt standing there, dressed in a suit, similar to his own. "Get out!" yelled Chris.
"Now, now Chris, no need to be rude," said Wyatt. "I've just come to pay my respects."
"Respect?"
"Chris. . ." pleaded Phoebe.
"What respect where you showing her when you had her killed?" he fumed.
"Chris, I explained that."
"Well I don't accept it so I'm going to have respectfully tell you to get the hell out of this house!"
"Chris . . ." said Wyatt, taking a step towards his furious brother.
"Maybe you should just leave," said Phoebe, stepping towards her nephew, who had appeared to change a lot since she had last seen him.
"You are just as bad as her!" yelled Wyatt. "Trying to hold me back. I came here hoping that you two would see the light and join me, but all you can do is accuse and ridicule me."
"You killed Piper!" yelled Phoebe. "I can honestly tell you what Chris has told you, I will never join you."
"Very well," said Wyatt, a fireball forming in his hands.
"No!" yelled Chris, making a dive to push his aunt out of the way, but it was too late. He had killed her.
"Phoebe!" yelled Victor, rushing over to his daughter. At that moment, Leo also rushed down the stairs and into the room. He ran over to Phoebe. "You killed her!" he told Wyatt. "I can't heal her!"
"Damn it Wyatt!" said Chris, tears forming in his eyes. "Haven't I shed enough tears because of you and your hurt pride enough for one life time?"
"I just need you to see that they don't matter. It's always been you and me, Chris against the world. I need you Chris, you are my brother," said Wyatt softly, showing emotion for the first time since Piper had died.
"And she was my mother! I needed her and you took her away. I needed Aunt Phoebe and now you have killed her too. As far as I am concerned Wyatt, I don't have a brother."
"That isn't fair Chris," said Wyatt. "I never meant to hurt you."
"Well you have, I have to live with it so you should too. I'm not going to join you in killing more innocent people Wyatt, you might as well kill me now and save yourself some time, cause I doubt I could be in anymore pain than I already am," Chris spat passionately.
"We'll see about that," said Wyatt resentfully. "You will join me Chris," he said orbing out leaving the family to grieve their second loss that week.
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Now it was years later, Chris was about twenty. He was in the manor attic. It was different, dark and cold. He was curled up on the floor writhing in pain. Wyatt was standing above him, pacing. There were two guards in the room, one male, one female.
"You think I enjoy doing this Chris? I don't, you're my little brother. So just tell me what I want to know," said Wyatt, in what he though was a reasonable tone.
"Never," said Chris passionately. Wyatt threw an energy ball at him.
"I'll ask you one more time Chris, where is the Resistance operating from?" asked Wyatt impatiently.
"Or you'll do what exactly?" asked Chris. "Kill me?"
"Maybe," said Wyatt.
"Oh please you haven't been able to kill me yet and I doubt you can do it now. I think you know well enough by now to know I'm not going to give in, join you or tell you anything. You may be able to frighten the rest of the world into following you," he said, gesturing to the guards at the attic door. "But I'm not like that. It's hard to be intimidated by someone you can remember watching cartoons with a milk moustache in his Looney Toon pyjamas," said Chris, giving out another yell of pain as Wyatt hit him with another energy ball, this time increasing the voltage.
"You think you are so wonderful little brother don't you? Forming your pathetic little resistance in an attempt to take me on."
"If we are so pathetic then how come it has got you worried enough to be torturing me for information about us? I suppose it makes sense, after all, you were threatened enough to create those little probes of yours to find witches so you could bring them here and torture them to turn to your side."
Wyatt sent another energy ball at him. "I'm threatened by no one. I could squash you like a bug little brother and don't you ever forget that. Now tell me what I want to know!"
"Do you know what I think is funny? How thick you can be at times Wyatt. God we shared a room for fourteen years and you still haven't got it through that abnormally huge head of yours how loyally stubborn I am."
"No, Chris, I do know that, but I also know that everyone has their breaking point. But don't worry, I will find yours," said Wyatt, increasing the voltage once more of the next three energy balls he threw at Chris in a row.
"No!" yelled the female guard, rushing to Chris' side.
"What's the meaning of this?" demanded Wyatt, irritated that his brother's pain had provoked one of his follower's loyalty to waver. The guard spun round, with her leg out, tripping up Wyatt before grabbing Chris and shimmering out with him.
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In the attic once again, Wyatt was telekinetically throwing Chris around.
"You promised you wouldn't hurt him!" said a woman rushing to his side. Although Chris still couldn't make out her face, he knew she was the female guard who had saved him from Wyatt before, and he knew that he loved her.
"And you promised you'd turn him. Just like I turned you, or at least I thought I had," retorted Wyatt.
"Chris, please," she said. "I didn't bring you here to die."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," he assured her, getting up. "I think," he added hastily before making a run in Wyatt's direction, but with a wave with his hand Wyatt sent him flying in another direction.
"Have you lost your mind?" Wyatt demanded to know, the anger rising in side of him. He telekinetically lifted Chris into the air and formed a high voltage energy ball in his hand. "I don't need you," he insisted.
The woman ran behind Wyatt and shoved her hand into Wyatt's back. Chris was immediately released from Wyatt's telekinetic grip and fell to the ground.
"Whatever you're going to do, do it fast. I can't hold him for long," she told him, the effort of what she was doing evident on her face.
Chris scrambled across the attic floor and removed a and took out a roll of paper from underneath it. It was a spell to get his powers back.
"Power of witches rise, come to me from across the skies, return my magic, give me back, all that was taken from the attack," he read as quickly as he could.
With a surge of strength, Wyatt released himself from the woman's magical hold and kicked her across the room where an upturned table leg impaled her.
"No!" yelled Chris, throwing Wyatt across the room telekinetically and against the chandelier, knocking him unconscious. He rushed over to the woman's side.
"Bianca . . . Bianca . . . no . . . no. . ." he mumbled, his heart braking in two.
"Haven't we been here before?" she asked, with a halfhearted smile.
"Maybe we will be again," suggested Chris.
"Maybe . . ." she said, placing an engagement ring in his hand. "If you can finish what we started."
Across the attic, Wyatt began to wake. "Hurry," said Bianca upon seeing this. "Take the spell so he can't send anyone else. Go."
Chris went over to the Book of Shadows and searched for the spell he needed to get back to the past as Wyatt formed an energy ball in his hand.
"Hear these words, hear the rhyme, heed the hope within my mind . . ." began Chris, reciting the required spell.
He paused and ducked an incoming energy ball the Wyatt had hurtled at him before standing up to finish the incantation.
"Send me back to where I'll find, what I wish in place in time."
Chris tore out the page and dove through the time portal as Wyatt threw another energy ball in his direction.
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Now he could see his twenty two year old self in the attic. He was in the past, pacing, no one was there but baby Wyatt in his crib. He thought he heard a noise.
"Hello?" he said into the almost empty room. He heard the floorboards creek and getting a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach he hurried over to the crib.
"Okay... It's time to get you out of here," said Chris reaching for his brother. As he did so he went flying across the attic. Looking around a figure revealed himself, once again the face was blurred and Chris couldn't make out his face.
"Don't make me sacrifice you both," he said.
Chris telekinetically threw the man away from Wyatt. The figure then conjured an athame and stabbed Chris. "Dad!" he croaked, watching as the man took Wyatt.
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"He looks like he is coming to," observed Phoebe. They had all crowded around Chris since he had fallen unconscious five minutes ago. Since then he had been stirring and his face had contorted expressing many different emotions.
"I hope so," said Piper. "For his sake and yours," she said glaring at Paige.
"Hey, this is so not my fault!"
"You were the one who cast the spell!"
"Will you two stop bickering?" asked Wyatt. "Honestly you two must be some of the most hypocritical people in the world for as much as you are always telling us of for our sibling arguments you two are constantly at it as well!"
Phoebe watched on amused as Piper and Paige both looked slightly sheepish.
"Do you want us to go to our room?" asked Paige smiling.
Wyatt didn't get a chance to retort because Chris was waking up.
"Chris . . . Chris!" yelled Wyatt, gently shaking his brother in an attempt to wake him up faster.
Upon hearing the voice, Chris' eyes shot open. He recoiled in horror at seeing the cold blue eyes that had haunted his new memories and instinctively waved his arm sending Wyatt flying across the living room. "Get the hell away from me!" he yelled before orbing out.
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A/N: Ok was that the longest chapter ever or is that just me? ok now for you sweet reviewers of mine. Sweet god I should threaten you people more often! 23 REVIEWS!!!!!! I was completely overwhelmed!
Why is it though, that when people like your story they keep threatening to hunt you down? It's pretty weird. I'm going to have to get those armed guards to come and protect me!
Aldrea7: Clever little you then! You should continue getting sugar into system cause I liked the little happy dance, lol!
PIperHalliwell025: Damn straight you should have added me earlier, what where you thinking, lol. Thanks for reviewing.
Ibpapasgirl: I did! All I did was sit down and type it up and post it as ordered! Hope you didn't go crazy waiting!
Angel Black: Lol, yeah he pretty much is but thanks, I'm glad you like my story!
Calen: Nope, he's not allowed to use it til he's eighteen, remember?
Rhia: Thanks, will try.
Karen: (takes a bow) thank you! Yeah I left those hints in there for the sharper of you, lol. Glad you picked up.
Queen Isa: Yeah it is like that, that was kind of the point! Him are in this century. What is it now, the 21st? well yeah it's this one.
BuffSpike: Well now you don't have to wait for this chapter! You've just read it!
Zeria: I thought it was good and twisty myself. Don't expect it to be the only one though! You won't have to wonder too much longer though. You find out in a couple of chapters! By the way since I have you here, UPDATE YOUR BLOODY FIC!!! (smiles sweetly) please?
Lone Cat: are you trying to say that my story wasn't interesting before I added evil Wyatt? Hmm? Lol, thanks and well you will just have to wait and see.
Charmed Sisters: Thank you very much.
No Alias: Thanks, just think how good it will be by the end then, lol. If you were pleased with how long the last chapter was you must have loved the length of this one!
MrsHellfire: Shame on you! Reading all along and not reviewing! Tut Tut! I expect more reviews from you young lady!
Rafiki: Thanks. You are one of the people that make me want to hire armed guards! Lol, I'm a little glad you don't know where I live! You will just have to wait and see about the other Chris though.
Fiona Halliwell: Uh thank you. I'm generally sarcastic by nature and it just kind of flows into my writing. It was really one big happy coincidence that Chris was a sarcastic character! thanks for reviewing! Do it again!
Flephanie: No need to apologise, you are absolutely right, wounded Chris is extremely cute! Hope you managed to survive the two weeks! And you'll just have to wait and see about the other thing. oh and update cursed!
Huge Fan: Guards!
Wickedwms: why thank you. there will be a Leo/Chris moment in here . . . somewhere.
Ruth: woo hoo! Got two reviews from you! lol, that rhymed! Glad you like my story!
Shaedow Cat: Chris wouldn't be much of a character in the sequel if I killed him off! And seeing as he will be the main character, I'm sorry but that isn't going to work for me! but there will be a whole big thing when it comes to that point! Yeah no probs, I'll give your fic a read once I get this posted.
No name: well mr. no name I'm glad you like my fic but if you had read my author's not you would know I was away for two weeks and couldn't update.
BlueNight: Lol, thanks.