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.

Chapter 13

The next morning, the older Chris declared that he had to return to the future.

"But why?"Piper asked.

"I have to."

Piper opened her mouth to reply, when Paige walked down the stairs. "Well,"she announced,"Chris is asleep still."

"How?"Phoebe asked.

Paige shrugged casually. "I slipped him a sleeping potion." She smiled. "He needs his sleep. He had a bad dream and it woke me up. My potion will let him have a dreamless sleep."

"We should go help him after he wakes up,"Piper said mournfully.

"Nah,"Chris said leaning back,"this is something that little me needs to figure out for himself. Anyways, I really must go back to the future."

Paige nodded in understanding. "I bet you have something to do in the future,"she said knowledgefully.

Chris smiled. "Yeah."

"What exactly?"Phoebe asked.

Chris' smile became wider. "Can't tell you,"he said,"future consequences."

"Ooo you neurotic whitelighter,"Phoebe grumbled.

"Hey, what can I say? It's what I do!"

By the time the younger Chris had woken up, it was already night time. Sitting up, he looked around. The room was dark. He sighed as he waved his hand, turning on the light. "At least nobody is in here,"he said to himself.

Just then, the door opened. It was Paige. "Hi honey,"she said cheerfully. "Glad to see that you are awake."

"Hi Aunt Paige,"Chris replied. "What's up?"

Paige shrugged. "Nothing really. I had to call your soccer coach and tell him that you were sick so you wouldn't be at practice."

Chris groaned. "I forgot,"he complained.

Paige shook her head. "It's alright. I told him that you had the flu. He understood and wished you well." She went into her closet, rummaging for something. Her head then popped out. "Oh yeah, the other Chris left. He had to go back to the future. Apparantly, he left at a rather sticky situation. In nine years we should all know. He told you to remember what he said."

"Okay,"Chris muttered sadly. "I still feel like a monster."

Paige sighed as she stepped out of her closet. She sat on the bed and looked Chris square in the eye. "Look honey,"she whispered huskily,"I don't blame you for what you did."

"But-"Chris started.

"But nothing,"Paige finished. "I don't blame you, your mother and father don't blame you, Wyatt doesn't blame you, Phoebe doesn't blame you. In other words, your family doesn't blame you. And that is what should matter. The innocents were well innocent. Your actions don't always make you evil, it is the choices that you make from those actions. I don't know if you know my story."

"I only saw one thing,"Chris blurted out. He took a deep breath before explaining,"I saw your darkest secret."

"The day my best friend died,"Paige finished. She nodded. "I remember it well. Well, that didn't show you anything about me. Before my parents died, I was a terrible person. I smoked pot, drank beer, skipped school, and constantly disobeyed my parents. When they died, I felt like I was being punished. But their death changed me. After I actually thought about it, I felt like their death was like an epiphany. I changed my ways and look where I am now. You have to realize Chris that you could just be evil again if you feel the way that you do right now, but you have to make a choice to look past it. I made a choice to do good and so can you." With those last words, Paige left the room.

Once again, Chris was left alone to his own thoughts.

Chris waited until it was late at night before he went downstairs. He didn't want to make things awkward. Actually, they were awkward at the moment, but Chris didn't want to make things even more odd.

Chris sighed. I don't think that things will every go back the way they were, he thought. It's always going to be like this from now on. I'll avoid them and they'll try to come to me. I just can't do this.

Chris sensed in the kitchen to see if there was anybody in the room. There was. "Damn,"he muttered quietly. "Dad."

It was almost like Leo had heard his son. The door opened at that exact moment. Thinking quickly, Chris turned invisible and clung to the wall. He held his breath until Leo had passed and his bedroom door had shut. Only then did Chris go into the kitchen.

Chris became visible again and made his way towards the fridge. He opened it gently and took out a sandwhich and a bottle of orange juice. He poured the juice into a glass and put the juice bottle back into the fridge. Chris then sat down to eat.

I wonder how I'll be able to live through this, Chris thought to himself. I know that I can't live here for much longer. It's just too much.

The door opened. Chris' head snapped up in panic. I can't hide myself.

"Oh sorry Chris,"said a voice. It was Wyatt. "Should I go?"

Chris shrugged. "Do whatever you want,"he responded, a bit colder than he meant.

"Alright." Wyatt walked into the kitchen and summoned some food to him. He turned to his younger brother and grinned. "I know, I know, personal gain." He sat down and looked at his brother.

Chris said nothing and avoided his eyes. It was just so much easier to see Paige and nobody else. Wyatt was the first family member that he saw, and just thinking about his brother brought tears to his eyes.

Wyatt seemed to sense his brother's distress. "Look Chris,"he said quietly,"I-."

"I almost killed you!"Chris exclaimed, completely cutting out his brother.

Wyatt shrugged. "I seem to recall Mom telling us that I almost did the same to you."

"But it's different,"Chris said. "I was enjoying killing you. I shouldn't be here." He looked at the ground, his food completely forgotten.

Wyatt put his hand on his brother's. "I don't blame you Chris. You were being misled just like my other self was. I don't blame you. No matter what, I love you. You'll always be my brother and whatever one of us does to the other, it can't change that."

Chris didn't respond. He muttered something very quietly that Wyatt barely heard.

"You aren't an evil monster,"Wyatt replied quickly. "The one thing that you can do that I might never be able to is turn away from evil. Well I'm not evil now, but the past Wyatt couldn't. And maybe if I turned evil now, I might not be able to turn away. But you did. Just remember that you aren't a monster if the people around you don't believe it." Clasping his brother's hands for a few more moments, Wyatt soon left the kitchen.

Chris thought about his brother's words. "Everyone is trying to help me,"he whispered. "I just wish that somebody would agree with me and call me a monster. But then I would have a bad reaction as well. I don't know what is better." He orbed out.

The two brothers didn't seem to notice two parents listening in on their conversation. The kitchen door opened to reveal Piper and Leo listening very intently.

Piper smiled up at Leo. "At least Wyatt helped him,"she muttered.

Leo nodded in agreement. "Maybe things will get better with our family,"he said. "Come on. Let's go to sleep." He orbed the two away.

Meanwhile, the Underworld was in a state of panic. With the Council of Demons destroyed, everything was amuck. Demons had no idea what to do because their rulers were vanquished. It seemed that with the heads of the demon underworld cut off, that the body was running around with no purpose.

A few demons were trying to organize everyone together, but they were just vanquished in the panic.

Nobody seemed to know who had completely vanquished the Council of Demons, but a rumor had started. A boy had joined their ranks. Not just any boy, but a Halliwell. And this boy wasn't Wyatt, but Chris. Many demons thought that it was he who had killed the Council of Demons. They wanted to attack him, so many started to join together.

A massive demon army was formed and were ready to attack Chris Halliwell, but a wise demon strode out. He advised the demons to wait for the demon world must nurse their wounds. Only when time is ready, he had told them, will we attack.

A/N: Sorry for the wait. I'll update tomorrow or Tuesday hopefully.......