This is for everyone who didn't really like most of my suggestions. Don't worry, the two lead exactly to the next chapter, just their events are different is all. Hee hee. Enjoy!

POTIONS II: TIME CHASER

CHAPTER SIX: ALTERNATIVE

ARE YOU SERIOUS?

Chris stepped out of the portal, and was greatly relieved to see his dining room. And there, lying perfectly on the table, was his back pack. He let out a sigh, and then started forward, reaching out for the desperately sought item.

It was such a relief to see it sitting there before him. All he had to do was make sure the demon didn't get it, and he'd be home free!

He took the back pack into his hands, and then held it close. Victory was in his grasp. Now to get home …

"This could be a problem," Chris said out loud, looking around the room. How was he going to get back to his time and fix things? He looked around him thoughtfully, but froze when a demon dark orbed in.

"Well, well," The demon said.

"Eep." Chris backed away, pulling the back pack closer to his chest. So this was the demon that was responsible for ruining his life. Well, maybe he should take care of him. "Geeze, you're even uglier in person," Chris said, grimacing.

The demon just grinned, showing a mouth full of razor sharp teeth – with bits of flesh and such in between. "Eww." Chris shuddered, backing away. "Talk about nasty."

"Where are the Charmed Ones?" The demon demanded.

"Indisposed at the moment. Guess you'll just have to deal with me," Chris said. Now he swung the back pack over his shoulder, and glowered at the creature before him. The demon laughed.

"You? You, are an insignificant little bug. Move out of the way, kid," The demon said.

"Kid!? I'm sixteen!" Chris exclaimed. "Besides, do you really think I'd let you attack the Charmed Ones? Come on, they'll beat you, anyways."

The demon just laughed again. What is with demons and laughing, Chris thought with irritation. "I don't have time for you kid. Move."

"Hey! I can't let you attack the Charmed Ones!" Chris cried. He ran forward, and started struggling with the demon, who held him back. "I don't think so, Puny," He told him.

Chris groaned. What was wrong with this demon. Chris wasn't that young. He pulled back and kicked the demon in the groan. Then spun around and kicked him in the face. Thank you, Aunt Phoebe, he thought joyfully. The demon fell to the floor, grumbling curses. Okay demon boy, how do we vanquish you? Chris turned and darted up the stairs to search the book. There had to be some way to get this demon off of his tail.

He quickly arrived at the book, having to jump over his mother and Aunts bodies before hand. He searched frantically. Evil scary ugly demon, evil scary ugly demon. Ah ha! Grethnic demon. Simple vanquish. The demon had great allergies to … Grimm dust? Wasn't that what had gotten him into this mess in the first place? It would figure. Oh, the irony of it all. Stop being so dramatic, Chris thought to himself with a light chuckle. He looked around the room, and found the bottle of Grimm dust. He took it in his hand just as the demon appeared in the room.

"How convenient," The demon grumbled, looking at the sleeping girls.

Chris hesitated, before popping the lid, pouring some of the dust into his hand and blowing it in the direction of the demon.

It sniffled for a moment, before beginning to sneeze. Seconds later, the demon exploded in a big cloud of smoke.

That was a relief. Chris relaxed with a sigh. Finally – something was going right for him. He set the Grimm dust down and put it away, before gently approaching the book again. Perhaps he could find some way to get out of there. He needed someone else's perspective, but he couldn't exactly wake the sisters. So where could he go?

#Half an Hour Later#

Chris stared with disbelief at the place before him. Was he really going to go here for help? Yes.

He stepped into the hotel and looked around. So this was where his grandfather was staying. He grinned. It wasn't too bad. Better than the Places Paige's Father had stayed when he was running from the Elders. All three times. But that was a different story.

Chris crossed to the front desk and smiled at the receptionist. She looked at him darkly, but put on a false smile.

"Hello. How might I help you?" She asked.

"I'm looking for Victor Bennett. Is he here?" Chris asked hopefully.

She looked over her notes on the computer. "Yes, he hasn't left yet," She consented.

"Could you call him up? Tell him Chris is here."

"Chris …?"

"Umm, better yet, could you give him a message?" Chris asked, realizing that his Grandfather would have no idea who he was.

"What would that be?" The receptionist asked with irritation.

"Uhh, one second," Chris said. He pulled a sheet of paper out of the book bag, and scribbled a quick message. "Could you get this to him?" He asked, after folding it up.

"I suppose." The receptionist said. She called a bell boy over to deliver the message. A few minutes later the man returned.

"Will you come with me?" He asked Chris. Chris nodded, and followed him to the elevator. It didn't take too long to arrive at the door. The bell boy left Chris, only giving the boy a quick look over before stalking away. Chris eyed him, and then knocked at the door.

Seconds later, Victor Bennett appeared at the door, looking Chris over.

"You have news from my daughters?" He asked cautiously.

"Yeah," Chris said.

"Aren't you too young to know them?" He asked.

"Why does everyone tell me I'm young? I'm sixteen!" Chris exclaimed.

Victor hesitated a moment. "How do I know you aren't a … a demon?"

"Because once I explain everything to you, you're probably going to wish I was one," Chris told him.

Finally Victor pulled his door open, and Chris stepped inside. He looked around and then grinned. "Say, this place isn't bad! Sometimes I forget you're loaded."

"What do you need to tell me about my daughters?" Victor asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Well, I'm just going to have to stick to the little stuff. See, I have a sort of problem, and I can't go to … to the girls, because that didn't work out too well last time."

"How can I help you? I'm not into that whole 'hocus pocus' stuff," Victor grumbled.

Chris turned around. "Well you're just going to have to accept it if you want to be a part of your daughters lives. Especially when the grandchildren come," He said absentmindedly.

"Grandchildren?" Victor demanded.

Chris turned around hesitantly. "Yeah. Hi, Grandpa."

Victor blinked a moment, and then fell backwards in a faint.

"Huh," Chris said. "Never thought he'd take it that way."

Victor opened his eyes, and stared back up at the boy. Realizing it, he jumped in surprise. "You! What are you doing here?"

"I told you. I needed your help."

"I'm getting too old for this," Victor grumbled, pulling himself into a sitting position. Chris crawled down from the couch and looked his Grandfather over.

"Look, I can't tell you much, but I messed up, big time. The future is a wreck!"

"The future? You're from the future?"

"Yeah, but you can't tell anybody. Especially not the sisters."

"So who's your Mother?" He asked.

"I told you, Grandpa."

"Right, can't tell me. Alright, well, what did you do?"

"I was mixing potions in the attic – don't look at me like that. You just better expect it – and I was transported to this time. I met Mom and the Aunts. And Dad."

"Dad?"

"Don't ask. Anyways, I erased their memory, moved on, jumped around times, found out the future was completely different from what I was used to because I left my backpack here, got lost in the old west, and finally made it back here, got the back pack, but I don't have any way to get back home," Chris cried with desperation.

"Can't you just … you know, cast a spell?" Victor asked.

"Eh, no. The Keepers of time are the only ones allowed to open the gates for me, and I left them back in the west when Evil Leo showed up."

"And who's Leo?" Victor inquired, his mind spinning.

"Uhh … Just … someone. That isn't important right now. What is important is that I really need a way out of here. If I don't get back to the future with this back pack, things would probably get worst," Chris explained.

"But what about this Evil Leo? Shouldn't you take care of him?" Victor asked.

Chris blinked. "Oh yeah. If I leave him in time, and don't change him, he'll make things worst. Probably worst than they already were," He said with realization. "Damn!"

"Hey! No swearing," Victor said.

"Are you serious?" Chris asked incredulously.

"Well I can't exactly think of any other way to take care of my … grandson. Swearing was the first thing that came to my mind," Victor said.

"Let me guess, because you aren't magical, you're just going to try and stick to normal problems. What next, 'The Talk'?" Chris inquired.

"That's not my area," Victor said.

Chris was about to ask him to at least help, when a sudden thought popped into his head. "Is it true you don't like whitelighters?"

Victor's face became irritated. "And how did you find out about that?"

"Aunt Pa -, uh, one of my aunts mentioned it," Chris said.

"Is there a reason I should trust those dirty scoundrels? I suppose you know why I don't like them, don't you?" Victor asked.

"Eh …" And he thinks that just because Grandma and Sam hooked up was bad enough. I almost wish I could see his reaction when he finds out about Aunt Paige. "How about we get to work, hmm? Do you remember anything that might help?"

"Such as?"

"I don't know. Maybe you could help me write a spell?" Chris suggested.

"I can't write spells," Victor told him.

"Well I can write spells – Wyatt could never do it." Chris stopped, though, as the word 'Wyatt' left his mouth. Who was Wyatt? For a moment, the picture of a blond haired boy about two years older than Chris popped into his head, then it disappeared.

"Who's Wyatt?" Victor asked.

"I don't remember," Chris replied. He shook his head. "Someone I used to know. Anyways, we need a spell. Can you get some paper?"

"Sure," Victor said. He got up, and then took a fleeting look back at his Grandson. There was something very familiar in the way he looked – and acted. Maybe it would come to him about which one of his daughters was his mother.

He returned with the sheet of paper, and handed it to Chris. Chris looked at him expectantly. "You know, I came here because I knew you would probably think of something helpful, and you were right. I can't go back to my time until I've brought Evil Leo back. Which means I'm going to need a spell that Time can't refuse, and would work no matter what the circumstance."

"So you'll want to include a plea to all sorts of places," Victor said.

"You do know something about spells. Alright, uh, Portals, Places, Time and Fate," Chris said. "Oh, hear the plea this witch here states!"

"Do all spells need to rhyme?"

"No. It just helps to make them work better. Okay, hmm …"

"An enemy sought in time," Victor filled in.

"That's pretty good. Hey! An enemy sought in time, Help me travel to bring him back,

To make things right."

"Will it work?" Victor asked.

"Only one way to tell," Chris said, standing up. "Oh, Grandpa, I'm sure you can keep a secret, can't you?"

"Of course," Victor replied.

"Great. Portals, Places, Time and Fate,

Hear the pleas we witches state.

An enemy sought in time,

Help us travel to bring him back,

To make things right."

A swirling white vortex appeared, and sucked Chris through.

AN: Yes, I know in the show Sam only disappeared from the elders radar twice, but in the future, he does it again. At least in this story, so there. So, what did you think of Victor, Chris's son, and Victor, Chris's grandfather? Bet you didn't see that one coming, huh? Oh Damn! I just read 'Neurotic' by Sodoto, and it has my plot (with the Victor scene, thing) Grr! And it has more reviews than I did at chapter four. I feel very low right now. Good news, though: Chris is remembering Wyatt! Yay!!!