Disclaimer: all the norm. I DON'T OWN DREW FULLER.
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"Wait, there is something we can do," Paige muttered, getting up from Chris' side quickly. "The other children...not counting Prue and Bianca, their all half-whitelighters. And my future self..."
"...is a half-whitelighter, too!" Phoebe finished. "Go alert her, they'll be unfrozen since Chris is out of it. Go, hurry!"
Paige nodded and made a dash for her old room. To her sick pleasure, she saw herself and Richard passionately making out in bed. She hated to disturb them, but she knew what she had to do. She sucked in as much air as she could, shouting at the top of her lungs,
"PAIGE MATTHEWS! WAKE THE HELL UP AND PUT ON YOUR CLOTHES!"
Future Paige shrieked and shot up, wrapped in blankets.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Richard asked with a concerned look. He stared at the same spot future Paige was staring at with a confused expression. Little did he know what his wife was seeing.
"Who the hell are you?" she demanded.
"I'm yourself from the past, you have to believe me," Paige said to herself desperately. "We're here on a spell, we were curious about...it's too complicated to explain, but please, we've altered time and Chris is dying!"
Future Paige jumped out of bed. "Where is he? What's happened?"
"The attic, wake up Piper and Phoebe—we don't have much time!"
They tore out of the room, leaving behind a bewildered Richard.
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"Hold on, Chris, hold on," Phoebe pleaded. "Paige is coming, you'll be alright..."
His breathing was short and fast and the wound at his side reopened, bleeding freely. Phoebe looked up, calling "Brian! Prue! Andy! Sam!" as loudly as she could.
In an instant, Brian orbed down with Piper. "What's going—" He stopped short, horror-struck at Chris' mangled form. "I knew something like this would happen! Damn it..." He bent down to heal Chris. "He's still alive..."
Just then, future Piper, Phoebe and Paige flung the door open only to see Brian hovering over Chris.
"Chris!" Piper screamed. "Chris, honey, oh my god! You're hurt!"
The aunts, giving Brian a puzzled look, ran up to Chris as well.
"Brian?" future Paige asked. "Brian the SWIM COACH? Geez, I never would've guessed that Brian would be...a whitelighter. How come you never told us?"
"I couldn't, I was forbidden...Damn it to hell, it's not working! I can't heal him!"
"Do something!" future and past Piper cried out at the same time, "Anything!"
"It's just like Prue, I can only temporarily stop the bleeding...There is only one elder powerful enough to have done this," he said glumly. "Piper...your husband, Leo, is under a spell. He's trying to kill Chris—that's how this happened. I'm really sorry."
"Leo? How DARE you accuse my husband of doing this to Chris! Leo wouldn't, he's a pacifist, he loves Chris just like he loves Wyatt. You're lying!"
"Brian, do something to make them see us," begged past Piper.
Brian sighed. "Only because it's necessary," he said, flicking his hand and uncloaking them from the future world.
"Holy SHIT," future Phoebe exclaimed. "You're me and—and Piper and Paige—oh my god! Where'd you come from?"
"The year 2004," past Paige responded. "In our time, 22-year-old Chris has come back to the past from 2026 to warn us about Wyatt turning evil. Wyatt's ALREADY evil, right now! We're here because we were curious about what Chris was hiding—when we first got to this time, we didn't even know that Chris was Piper's son. We thought he might just be one of Wyatt's little friends or something, not his BROTHER. So we followed them everywhere and found out..."
"...that my future husband and older son are bastards," past Piper finished. "You see, Wyatt's evil, he has been for a while. He's haunting Chris in his sleep, pressuring him to turn with him, and his latest move is putting a spell on Leo. Leo thinks that Chris is the enemy. He tried to kill him! That's why he's dying..."
"My son is NOT dying," future Piper sobbed in denial. "Chris, say something..."
"It's not working. The only one that can heal him is Leo, but the spell hasn't lifted. We can't call him or he'll be killed."
"You guys...are our PAST selves?" future Phoebe exclaimed.
The three of them nodded, then returned their attention to Chris. His eyes were still closed, but he seemed aware of his surroundings. "Mom?" he asked shakily.
"I'm right here," both Pipers soothed. Their eyes immediately met, flashing in anger.
A light smile played on Chris' lips. "How many of you are there?"
"Only two," said both Phoebes, exchanging smiles of relief, "two of all of us."
"What...?"
"Don't confuse him, he just barely evaded death," Brian scolded. "The elders want me. I'm going to have to explain the situation to them...somebody take him to his room, don't let him do anything, he's too weak."
With his final warning, he orbed Up There.
Both Pipers leaned in to lift Chris but future Piper nudged her past self away. "This is MY son," she said with the hostility rising in her voice. "You can wait until he exists in your timeline."
"But he does! Just...he's twenty-two and hard as stone," said past Piper, trying not to cry. "I wish he'd told us about all this."
"Speaking of Chris," past Paige mentioned, "I wonder how he is right now."
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BACK IN 2004...THINGS NOT LOOKING SO GOOD FOR OUR LOVABLE WHITELIGHTER...
"Help..." Chris moaned, doubled-over in pain. It blinded him...whatever they were changing was putting him through immeasurable agony...
"Dad..."
'Stupid dolt!' he thought immediately, 'he's LEO now.'
"LEO..."
Leo orbed in on command. "Chris? Chris, what's wrong!?" He tried to heal him but nothing happened. Something was wrong with him, he knew it—there was a huge wound at his side.
"Chris, you're dying...and I can't stop it..." Leo moaned.
Chris thought to himself, 'He's right. I'm gonna die and nobody that I care about will ever know what happened to me...Is this how it'll end?'
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"Wait, there is something we can do," Paige muttered, getting up from Chris' side quickly. "The other children...not counting Prue and Bianca, their all half-whitelighters. And my future self..."
"...is a half-whitelighter, too!" Phoebe finished. "Go alert her, they'll be unfrozen since Chris is out of it. Go, hurry!"
Paige nodded and made a dash for her old room. To her sick pleasure, she saw herself and Richard passionately making out in bed. She hated to disturb them, but she knew what she had to do. She sucked in as much air as she could, shouting at the top of her lungs,
"PAIGE MATTHEWS! WAKE THE HELL UP AND PUT ON YOUR CLOTHES!"
Future Paige shrieked and shot up, wrapped in blankets.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Richard asked with a concerned look. He stared at the same spot future Paige was staring at with a confused expression. Little did he know what his wife was seeing.
"Who the hell are you?" she demanded.
"I'm yourself from the past, you have to believe me," Paige said to herself desperately. "We're here on a spell, we were curious about...it's too complicated to explain, but please, we've altered time and Chris is dying!"
Future Paige jumped out of bed. "Where is he? What's happened?"
"The attic, wake up Piper and Phoebe—we don't have much time!"
They tore out of the room, leaving behind a bewildered Richard.
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"Hold on, Chris, hold on," Phoebe pleaded. "Paige is coming, you'll be alright..."
His breathing was short and fast and the wound at his side reopened, bleeding freely. Phoebe looked up, calling "Brian! Prue! Andy! Sam!" as loudly as she could.
In an instant, Brian orbed down with Piper. "What's going—" He stopped short, horror-struck at Chris' mangled form. "I knew something like this would happen! Damn it..." He bent down to heal Chris. "He's still alive..."
Just then, future Piper, Phoebe and Paige flung the door open only to see Brian hovering over Chris.
"Chris!" Piper screamed. "Chris, honey, oh my god! You're hurt!"
The aunts, giving Brian a puzzled look, ran up to Chris as well.
"Brian?" future Paige asked. "Brian the SWIM COACH? Geez, I never would've guessed that Brian would be...a whitelighter. How come you never told us?"
"I couldn't, I was forbidden...Damn it to hell, it's not working! I can't heal him!"
"Do something!" future and past Piper cried out at the same time, "Anything!"
"It's just like Prue, I can only temporarily stop the bleeding...There is only one elder powerful enough to have done this," he said glumly. "Piper...your husband, Leo, is under a spell. He's trying to kill Chris—that's how this happened. I'm really sorry."
"Leo? How DARE you accuse my husband of doing this to Chris! Leo wouldn't, he's a pacifist, he loves Chris just like he loves Wyatt. You're lying!"
"Brian, do something to make them see us," begged past Piper.
Brian sighed. "Only because it's necessary," he said, flicking his hand and uncloaking them from the future world.
"Holy SHIT," future Phoebe exclaimed. "You're me and—and Piper and Paige—oh my god! Where'd you come from?"
"The year 2004," past Paige responded. "In our time, 22-year-old Chris has come back to the past from 2026 to warn us about Wyatt turning evil. Wyatt's ALREADY evil, right now! We're here because we were curious about what Chris was hiding—when we first got to this time, we didn't even know that Chris was Piper's son. We thought he might just be one of Wyatt's little friends or something, not his BROTHER. So we followed them everywhere and found out..."
"...that my future husband and older son are bastards," past Piper finished. "You see, Wyatt's evil, he has been for a while. He's haunting Chris in his sleep, pressuring him to turn with him, and his latest move is putting a spell on Leo. Leo thinks that Chris is the enemy. He tried to kill him! That's why he's dying..."
"My son is NOT dying," future Piper sobbed in denial. "Chris, say something..."
"It's not working. The only one that can heal him is Leo, but the spell hasn't lifted. We can't call him or he'll be killed."
"You guys...are our PAST selves?" future Phoebe exclaimed.
The three of them nodded, then returned their attention to Chris. His eyes were still closed, but he seemed aware of his surroundings. "Mom?" he asked shakily.
"I'm right here," both Pipers soothed. Their eyes immediately met, flashing in anger.
A light smile played on Chris' lips. "How many of you are there?"
"Only two," said both Phoebes, exchanging smiles of relief, "two of all of us."
"What...?"
"Don't confuse him, he just barely evaded death," Brian scolded. "The elders want me. I'm going to have to explain the situation to them...somebody take him to his room, don't let him do anything, he's too weak."
With his final warning, he orbed Up There.
Both Pipers leaned in to lift Chris but future Piper nudged her past self away. "This is MY son," she said with the hostility rising in her voice. "You can wait until he exists in your timeline."
"But he does! Just...he's twenty-two and hard as stone," said past Piper, trying not to cry. "I wish he'd told us about all this."
"Speaking of Chris," past Paige mentioned, "I wonder how he is right now."
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BACK IN 2004...THINGS NOT LOOKING SO GOOD FOR OUR LOVABLE WHITELIGHTER...
"Help..." Chris moaned, doubled-over in pain. It blinded him...whatever they were changing was putting him through immeasurable agony...
"Dad..."
'Stupid dolt!' he thought immediately, 'he's LEO now.'
"LEO..."
Leo orbed in on command. "Chris? Chris, what's wrong!?" He tried to heal him but nothing happened. Something was wrong with him, he knew it—there was a huge wound at his side.
"Chris, you're dying...and I can't stop it..." Leo moaned.
Chris thought to himself, 'He's right. I'm gonna die and nobody that I care about will ever know what happened to me...Is this how it'll end?'