This Changes Everything

Summary:

It's the new future where things are better. Wyatt isn't evil. The Charmed Ones aren't dead. Magic isn't exposed to the world. Things are all fine and dandy, right? Wrong. At least for fourteen-year old Chris Halliwell. Wyatt is being pampered like a little prince while Chris stands in the backround. It's all about Wyatt. And then there is always being compared to the "Great Chris" who had changed the future for the better. What happens when all of this along with a few new things pushes Chris over the edge?

Disclaimer: Charmed is not mine. It belongs to a whole bunch of people with a lot of money who I don't feel like naming.

A/N: Sorry for spelling and grammar errors. I'm not the best at English. Title will most likely change....

ilovedrew88: Thanks for the review. I agree, poor Chris. But he has to be treated this way cuz it's such a big factor in my story. I hope that you keep reading.

zoned-out: Thanks for the review! I hope that you keep reading this story. Yeah, I agree, that in the show, it would be a bit over-the-top, but in my story, it's a major factor that they do this. And Chris is going to explode in like the seventh chapter. This story has me really happy because I keep thinking of what I want to happen in the end and that leaves room for a sequel.

Chapter 3

San Francisco. Deserted. Almost completely destroyed. People were forced to live in neighborhoods almost like concentration camps. Demons watched the people constantly. Everyone was forced to visit the Halliwell Manor at least once a year. Magic was exposed and everyone openly feared it now.

And it was all thanks to Wyatt.

Wyatt caused this. At the age of sixteen, he used magic in front of a large crowd. A group of both Whitelighters and Elders came to talk to him, but he killed them all. Already having been in league with demons for many years, he used them as his henchmen, rounding up everyone and forcing him to his command.

But not everyone went willingly. There were many witches, wizards, Whitelighters, and Elders who fought against him. It was long and gruesome, and might not have been for anything, but they kept on fighting.

And right now, the leader of the Resistance was creeping down the dull and abandoned streets. His name was Chris, little brother to Wyatt Halliwell, even though Wyatt hated to admit it.

"Going somewhere?"asked a voice from behind Chris.

Chris straightened up and turned around to face Wyatt. "Yes I am,"he responded coldly.

Wyatt laughed. "Come on now Christopher, why so cold?"

"You're evil,"Chris replied.

Wyatt laughed again. "Not really. I have power and you don't. I bet that you are going to your pathetic Resistance. I could get in you know."

Chris snorted. "Only a few chosen people can let new members in and we aren't stupid enough to let you in Wyatt."

"But Bianca did,"Wyatt sneered.

Chris' eyes flashed with fury. That wound was still to fresh. All he wanted to do was beat Wyatt to a bloody pulp.

Wyatt noticed this and bit back a grin. More than anything, he wanted his little brother to join him. But Chris had to do it himself. And the first step for this to happen was for there to be anger in Chris' heart.

But Chris knew his brother too well. "She means nothing to me,"he said in a restrained voice.

Wyatt shook his head. "Right and I'm not ruler of the world."

"I have somewhere to be,"Chris said,"so excuse me." He sent his brother flying backwards with his hand and orbed away.

The dream changed. San Francisco grew to be even more of a destroyed city. Two figures stood admist a pile of rubble. The rubble used to be a very prominent building, but now it was nothing.

"Well," the first figure, who was Wyatt, said,"this sure is a great present for your nineteenth birthday!"

The other figure was Chris. He snorted. "Yeah,"came his sarcastic agreement,"a fight against my sadistic brother!"

Wyatt put up a hand to his heart. "That hurt Chris,"he whispered dramatically. "That hurt."

"So tell me,"Chris said,"how are your minions?" He laughed. "Oh yes, we're destroying them by the minute."

Wyatt also started to play the game. "I'm dating Bianca now,"he announced boldly. "And she's a great kisser too!"

Chris tried to contain his rage, but he couldn't. Letting out a loud snarl, he sent Wyatt flying in the air. And so the fight began.

Wyatt used all of his vast powers, but couldn't seem to hit Chris. Only having two powers, orbing and telekenisis, Chris had perfected those two powers.

Wyatt soon began to form a plan. He sent a fireball at Chris, who orbed away. He then quickly sent another fireball at the blue orbs.

Chris cried out in pain and fell to the ground. He struggled to get up as Wyatt walked closer.

"You can never win little brother,"Wyatt whispered softly. "I will always win."

But Chris wasn't paying attention. He had stood up with all his pain gone. And then a moment later, he felt himself getting weaker again.

Wyatt looked at his brother in horror. "What are you doing?"he demanded.

Chris looked down and was surprised to see blue orbs coming out of his body and forming in front of him. He couldn't respond.

Wyatt got angrier. "Why didn't you tell me you had other powers?"he snapped. There was a hint of fear in his voice.

"I didn't know I had any other powers!"Chris cried out.

Everything was getting dimmer. Chris didn't seem to notice the orbs leaving their place in front of him. He didn't seem to notice them enter Wyatt. Nor did he notice Wyatt scream out with agony and fall to the ground. All that Chris saw was the smiling figure of his mother.

"Mom,"Chris whispered, reaching out as he fell backwards.

Piper just smiled and then everything went black.

Chris awoke with a start. He shot up in his bed and looked around with horror. Upon seeing his surrondings, he calmed down a bit. Chris then remembered his evil brother and looked at Wyatt in panic. He sighed with relief again. Wyatt is not evil, he told himself. Without another thought, Chris went back to sleep.

A few weeks had passed since the dream. Everyone was as normal as it could be for Chris. He had school, Magic School, soccer, vanquishings, and family fun nights. His healing power was a bit of a problem though. Every single injury, no matter if it was a paper cut, or a broken bone, was healed. He had a few close calls with his family, but everything was alright.

Chris still had dreams constantly. So much was shown to him. There were some dreams of the other Chris' early life, his teenage years, his years as a leader of the Resistance, and even some dreams of the time he spent in the past. Chris just wanted to know why he was getting them.

Wyatt kept on getting pampered. It seemed that with his new power that it tripled. He had gotten a new and expensive car a week ago. Chris was a bit peeved that his parents hadn't done anything for him.

Paige sensed this and told Chris that for his sixteenth birthday, that she would get him a car. Chris cheered up at this fact.

One day after school, Leo had taken Wyatt "Up There" for some training. He didn't ask Chris because there was some sort of strange rule that if you had less than three powers, you couldn't be trained. Chris thought about the irony at this rule. If the Elders were smart enough, they would've realized that Chris had more than three powers. It always caught him that the Elders didn't know his powers when it was they who gave powers to witches. Sometimes he wondered if it was a higher being. Or maybe the Elders were just ignorant, sending him his powers without realizing it.

Like tradition, Paige took Chris to Magic School for some bonding time. It had started when Chris was six and was still going on now. Paige always spent her time here helping Chris develop his powers of orbing and telekenisis. Thanks to his wonderful aunt, not his good-for-nothing father, Chris was very good with his powers.

"I don't think that we have to train today because you have it down,"Paige said as soon as they were in the Great Hall. "I do have a surprise for you though."

"What is it?"Chris asked mildly.

Paige grinned. "You'll see. Right now, I'll get us some ice cream." She walked off.

Chris walked over to the books, absentmindedly running his finger across the spines. He loved the smell of the books and the feeling he gave him. Chris always found himself at the time-travel section. It just seemed like a part of him.

"Here we go,"said Paige, coming back into the Great Hall. She held up a vanilla ice cream cone and a rocky road cone as well. Handing Chris the Rocky Road, she started to eat her vanilla.

"Thanks Aunt Paige!"Chris exclaimed happily.

"Your welcome kiddo,"Paige replied.

After Chris had finished with his cone, he asked,"What is my surprise?"

Paige grinned. "I have a favor to ask of you,"was her response. "Mrs. Beniger has a terrible cold so she had to stay home. I don't have anyone to teach her class, so I thought that you might like to do it."

Chris immediately shook his head. "No way Aunt Paige."

But she didn't listen. She grabbed his arm and dragged him to the Beginners' Class. Grinning, she shoved him in the open door.

Chris wanted to shout at his aunt, but he was the main attention of a lot of four and five year olds. "Hi,"he said nervously.

A/N: Just thought that you would like some of Chris' other life and to see him do something fun. And for the dreams, they'll be explained later.