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Chris didn't know what the hell had just happened. He thought back. The last thing he could remember was being stabbed by those demons. What had happened since then? He looked at his stomach and realized that the wound was gone. The sisters knew—otherwise they wouldn't have called Leo to heal him.
So why was he just blasted with all of these emotions? Suddenly he could remember every moment of his life, down to what everybody was wearing. He shivered involuntarily. This was just plain creepy.
He could recall events from when he was barely a year old up until the stabbing and it was unbearable. He raced through his mind, new, fresh images flashing. Wyatt taking his things, stomping on his favorite toys...Leo orbing away in the middle of his lesson in bike-riding to Chris, leaving him to fall headfirst on the pavement, Leo taking Wyatt Up There but not him...And those weren't the memories that particularly bothered him.
He could see everybody's deaths; Piper, Phoebe, Paige, little Prue, Colin, Mel, Bindle, Bailey, Mark, older Prue...Leo...even when Wyatt killed Bianca. (Wow. How many people have I murdered? 11 on my own, 2 on the show. Lol.) He saw the blood, remembered every second of turmoil he'd blocked for so long. Tears ran down his cheeks and fell down hundreds of feet to the cars whirring down below on the bridge.
The anger, sadness, frustration, confusion and loneliness all came back in that one second. Who was he kidding, trying to save the world? He wasn't superman! He was just Chris, the OTHER son. The one that wasn't twice- blessed. The one that failed and let his family die...
Wait. There were some memories he didn't recognize in the least bit...and Piper, Phoebe, and Paige were in them. There was one where he was at the pool, looking back at Brian. He thought he saw them there but pushed it aside. And another, where he was on the bridge fighting a diluted, mind- controlled Leo and he thought he heard Piper scream. In one, he was wounded and going upstairs to make battle plans for Wyatt and thought he heard Paige's footsteps...And a last one. He was healed and in bed, and two sets of sisters were surrounding him, as well as his family...
Then it hit him. The sisters had tried to change the timeline.
He wished he could forget it all, but he couldn't. It had taken him years to recover from these events that had happened gradually, and now they all hit him even more vividly than before. Piper's mangled body seemed to hover stubbornly in his mind, unceasingly mocking him. It hurt so badly he wished he could just die...
Looking down below him he knew he had three options. Jump down to the cars, jump down to the water, or orb back to the P3 and hope that everything would just go away. Screams pierced his ears, blood at his fingertips, watching every single innocent Wyatt ever killed in front of him...Why wouldn't it stop? He orbed to the P3, his eyes shut tightly and hands over his ears.
"Make it stop, make it stop..." he begged. "Stop it..."
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"I can sense for him," Leo offered.
"No," said Piper suddenly. "He'll come back to the P3 when he's ready, and I'll be there when he is. You guys stay here just in case he comes back."
"Alright," agreed Phoebe.
"Should we try to come up with a way to fix this?" Paige asked Piper.
Piper sighed. "I think we'll ask him first. He may feel differently about it and I'm really not the one that should be making decisions for him." She grabbed her coat from the couch and left the attic hurriedly.
The three of them didn't break the silence until they heard the car pull out of the driveway.
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Piper arrived at the P3 and walked quickly out the door of her car, slamming it shut. She opened her purse and fumbled with the keys in an attempt to open the door faster and stumbled inside. Flipping on the lights, she rushed to the office door and swung it open.
Chris sat on the mattress, hands over his ears and eyes shut tight, muttering something through the tears that still escaped his closed eyes. "Stop it..." he was moaning.
"Chris," Piper gasped, walking over to him slowly. She sat down next to him and wrapped him in a hug. "It's okay, Chris. It'll all be okay."
Chris sobbed into her shoulder. "No, no it won't, mom. Those people...they're all dead and I forgot about them! And you...you tried to change my past...and—and everyone was dead..."
"We know, honey, we saw it all...We didn't mean for this to happen to you, we love you, Chris. You have to know that. No matter what's happened to your family before, we'll always be here and you can always turn to us. Nobody's going to die. You came here to change that, remember?"
Their embrace unlocked and Chris looked up at her trustingly, green eyes still wet with tears. "I know. I just don't want to lose you guys all over again."
Piper laughed ruefully. "It's not us you need to worry about losing, Chris...you almost just died! We were so worried!"
"You shouldn't be. That's not supposed to happen in this timeline. I'm not even supposed to be here."
"That's not true, Chris! Just because you came back to change certain things doesn't mean that other things won't changed with it! You can't stop us from caring, Chris, because we all care about you a lot. You need to accept that. You're a part of this family as much as everyone else is, from the future or not."
"Thanks mom."
They hugged quickly before standing back up off of the bed.
"Now, why don't you orb us back home?"
"Sure."
They orbed back home to find an empty attic. Apparently Leo and the two remaining sisters had dispersed and wandered to their rooms. Piper grinned.
"Guess all the action was a bit too much for them, huh?"
"What action?" asked Chris.
Piper laughed. "You don't remember it. Those demons you were 'safely conversing with' stabbed you and you completely lost your memory. They kidnapped you in your vulnerable state and tried to get information out of you. Fortunately we got there just in time—I froze the scene just as and energy ball was a second away from smashing you to bits, and your thanks was a complaint about us being evil and stopping the energy ball from 'giving you your memory back.'"
Chris blushed. "Um, sorry?"
"It's okay," Piper chuckled. "Now that the demons are vanquished, though, you have NO EXCUSE to avoid us. There's a nice, cozy spot on the couch waiting for you, got it?"
Chris rolled his eyes. "Alright, mom," he surrendered, walking down the stairs to the couch.
Piper smiled and her face remained that way until she crawled into bed, pleasantly surprised to see that Leo was there with her.
"Hey honey," she greeted him.
"How'd it go?"
"Pretty well. I think that Chris won't be as difficult about opening up to us anymore."
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Chris stood next to the couch, staring at it. Dare he go to sleep after all these memories had been restored? He sighed. He was really, really tired. The day had been hard for all of them—and LONG, too. The sisters and Leo saw all of his past, he explained it all to them, got stabbed by a demon, lost his memory, restored his memory and fixed his relationship with Piper all in one day. With that, he knew fighting sleep was pointless and he flopped down onto the couch...since his shoes were still off. (Lol...remember? Anyways, can you believe it? This entire story has taken place in one day!)
—DREAM—
"Mommy? Wyatt?" a four-year-old Chris moaned, shivering in the darkness. He was in some kind of a forest. Every twist and turn of the mangled branches encasing him seemed to mock his every cry. He was hopelessly lost.
"Mommy, Wyatt? Where are you? Hello?"
Something rustled in the trees behind him. Frightened and lacking experience of demons, Chris ran carelessly through the thick wasteland. Branches and twigs of trees and bushes with long thorns trashed at his side, opening cuts in numerous places, but he ran on, crying.
"Mommy?!"
Finally he tripped on a bulging tree root and feel over. His ankle made a sickening snapping noise and he squeaked in pain. "Mommy, Wyatt, where did you go? Why did you leave me here?" He clutched his swelling ankle and tried to decipher all of the shapes in the darkness. He heard the rustling again and turned around, just in time to see a heavy metal object flying at his head. He was too late to duck.
—END OF DREAM—
"CHRIS?! Chris wake up!"
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A/N—I would now like to take this opportunity to announce that Drew and I are engaged! See my wedding ring? MWHAHA! And better yet—guess what? If you're not seeking revenge over me stealing Drew, you're all invited to the wedding! YAY! LOL.
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Chris didn't know what the hell had just happened. He thought back. The last thing he could remember was being stabbed by those demons. What had happened since then? He looked at his stomach and realized that the wound was gone. The sisters knew—otherwise they wouldn't have called Leo to heal him.
So why was he just blasted with all of these emotions? Suddenly he could remember every moment of his life, down to what everybody was wearing. He shivered involuntarily. This was just plain creepy.
He could recall events from when he was barely a year old up until the stabbing and it was unbearable. He raced through his mind, new, fresh images flashing. Wyatt taking his things, stomping on his favorite toys...Leo orbing away in the middle of his lesson in bike-riding to Chris, leaving him to fall headfirst on the pavement, Leo taking Wyatt Up There but not him...And those weren't the memories that particularly bothered him.
He could see everybody's deaths; Piper, Phoebe, Paige, little Prue, Colin, Mel, Bindle, Bailey, Mark, older Prue...Leo...even when Wyatt killed Bianca. (Wow. How many people have I murdered? 11 on my own, 2 on the show. Lol.) He saw the blood, remembered every second of turmoil he'd blocked for so long. Tears ran down his cheeks and fell down hundreds of feet to the cars whirring down below on the bridge.
The anger, sadness, frustration, confusion and loneliness all came back in that one second. Who was he kidding, trying to save the world? He wasn't superman! He was just Chris, the OTHER son. The one that wasn't twice- blessed. The one that failed and let his family die...
Wait. There were some memories he didn't recognize in the least bit...and Piper, Phoebe, and Paige were in them. There was one where he was at the pool, looking back at Brian. He thought he saw them there but pushed it aside. And another, where he was on the bridge fighting a diluted, mind- controlled Leo and he thought he heard Piper scream. In one, he was wounded and going upstairs to make battle plans for Wyatt and thought he heard Paige's footsteps...And a last one. He was healed and in bed, and two sets of sisters were surrounding him, as well as his family...
Then it hit him. The sisters had tried to change the timeline.
He wished he could forget it all, but he couldn't. It had taken him years to recover from these events that had happened gradually, and now they all hit him even more vividly than before. Piper's mangled body seemed to hover stubbornly in his mind, unceasingly mocking him. It hurt so badly he wished he could just die...
Looking down below him he knew he had three options. Jump down to the cars, jump down to the water, or orb back to the P3 and hope that everything would just go away. Screams pierced his ears, blood at his fingertips, watching every single innocent Wyatt ever killed in front of him...Why wouldn't it stop? He orbed to the P3, his eyes shut tightly and hands over his ears.
"Make it stop, make it stop..." he begged. "Stop it..."
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"I can sense for him," Leo offered.
"No," said Piper suddenly. "He'll come back to the P3 when he's ready, and I'll be there when he is. You guys stay here just in case he comes back."
"Alright," agreed Phoebe.
"Should we try to come up with a way to fix this?" Paige asked Piper.
Piper sighed. "I think we'll ask him first. He may feel differently about it and I'm really not the one that should be making decisions for him." She grabbed her coat from the couch and left the attic hurriedly.
The three of them didn't break the silence until they heard the car pull out of the driveway.
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Piper arrived at the P3 and walked quickly out the door of her car, slamming it shut. She opened her purse and fumbled with the keys in an attempt to open the door faster and stumbled inside. Flipping on the lights, she rushed to the office door and swung it open.
Chris sat on the mattress, hands over his ears and eyes shut tight, muttering something through the tears that still escaped his closed eyes. "Stop it..." he was moaning.
"Chris," Piper gasped, walking over to him slowly. She sat down next to him and wrapped him in a hug. "It's okay, Chris. It'll all be okay."
Chris sobbed into her shoulder. "No, no it won't, mom. Those people...they're all dead and I forgot about them! And you...you tried to change my past...and—and everyone was dead..."
"We know, honey, we saw it all...We didn't mean for this to happen to you, we love you, Chris. You have to know that. No matter what's happened to your family before, we'll always be here and you can always turn to us. Nobody's going to die. You came here to change that, remember?"
Their embrace unlocked and Chris looked up at her trustingly, green eyes still wet with tears. "I know. I just don't want to lose you guys all over again."
Piper laughed ruefully. "It's not us you need to worry about losing, Chris...you almost just died! We were so worried!"
"You shouldn't be. That's not supposed to happen in this timeline. I'm not even supposed to be here."
"That's not true, Chris! Just because you came back to change certain things doesn't mean that other things won't changed with it! You can't stop us from caring, Chris, because we all care about you a lot. You need to accept that. You're a part of this family as much as everyone else is, from the future or not."
"Thanks mom."
They hugged quickly before standing back up off of the bed.
"Now, why don't you orb us back home?"
"Sure."
They orbed back home to find an empty attic. Apparently Leo and the two remaining sisters had dispersed and wandered to their rooms. Piper grinned.
"Guess all the action was a bit too much for them, huh?"
"What action?" asked Chris.
Piper laughed. "You don't remember it. Those demons you were 'safely conversing with' stabbed you and you completely lost your memory. They kidnapped you in your vulnerable state and tried to get information out of you. Fortunately we got there just in time—I froze the scene just as and energy ball was a second away from smashing you to bits, and your thanks was a complaint about us being evil and stopping the energy ball from 'giving you your memory back.'"
Chris blushed. "Um, sorry?"
"It's okay," Piper chuckled. "Now that the demons are vanquished, though, you have NO EXCUSE to avoid us. There's a nice, cozy spot on the couch waiting for you, got it?"
Chris rolled his eyes. "Alright, mom," he surrendered, walking down the stairs to the couch.
Piper smiled and her face remained that way until she crawled into bed, pleasantly surprised to see that Leo was there with her.
"Hey honey," she greeted him.
"How'd it go?"
"Pretty well. I think that Chris won't be as difficult about opening up to us anymore."
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Chris stood next to the couch, staring at it. Dare he go to sleep after all these memories had been restored? He sighed. He was really, really tired. The day had been hard for all of them—and LONG, too. The sisters and Leo saw all of his past, he explained it all to them, got stabbed by a demon, lost his memory, restored his memory and fixed his relationship with Piper all in one day. With that, he knew fighting sleep was pointless and he flopped down onto the couch...since his shoes were still off. (Lol...remember? Anyways, can you believe it? This entire story has taken place in one day!)
—DREAM—
"Mommy? Wyatt?" a four-year-old Chris moaned, shivering in the darkness. He was in some kind of a forest. Every twist and turn of the mangled branches encasing him seemed to mock his every cry. He was hopelessly lost.
"Mommy, Wyatt? Where are you? Hello?"
Something rustled in the trees behind him. Frightened and lacking experience of demons, Chris ran carelessly through the thick wasteland. Branches and twigs of trees and bushes with long thorns trashed at his side, opening cuts in numerous places, but he ran on, crying.
"Mommy?!"
Finally he tripped on a bulging tree root and feel over. His ankle made a sickening snapping noise and he squeaked in pain. "Mommy, Wyatt, where did you go? Why did you leave me here?" He clutched his swelling ankle and tried to decipher all of the shapes in the darkness. He heard the rustling again and turned around, just in time to see a heavy metal object flying at his head. He was too late to duck.
—END OF DREAM—
"CHRIS?! Chris wake up!"
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A/N—I would now like to take this opportunity to announce that Drew and I are engaged! See my wedding ring? MWHAHA! And better yet—guess what? If you're not seeking revenge over me stealing Drew, you're all invited to the wedding! YAY! LOL.