"Chris….No….Chris!!"

Leo suddenly shot up to a sitting position in bed. He was out of breath and disoriented. He looked around the dark room trying to remember where he was. He instinctively reached out for Piper next to him, but she wasn't there. His heart skipped a beat as he couldn't think of where she would be. Then he called out, "Lights," and instantly the room was filled with light. His breathing was now starting to slow down as he looked around and realised where he was.

"Well, that was the worse one so far," he said out loud as he climbed out of bed. Slowly he walked to his rather large bathroom and waved his hand over a sensor near the door to turn on the light. He stumbled up to the basin, still thinking about the disturbing dream he had just had, and waved his hand over another sensor and the water started flowing out of a single tap. He cupped his hands and filled them with the cold flowing water and splashed his face, and then repeated the process. He sighed heavily as he looked at himself in the mirror and saw the same person staring back at him that he had been seeing in the mirror for decades. Too many decades. Angels don't age, he knew that, so on the outside he looked exactly the same as he had done when given his wings so long ago. But the inside was a different story. On the inside his soul felt very old. Tired even, if that were possible. He often thought there would have to be a limit as to how long a soul can remain on Earth before it would start to decay, which would prevent it from ever being recycled. Lately he'd been feeling like he was reaching that limit. Maybe that's why he'd been having these nightmares? Whatever the reason, unfortunately there was nothing much he could do about it, seeing as he was one of the few Elders left in the world, Wyatt having killed most of them years ago. Other than him, the few that were left had gone into hiding, and considering his relationship with Wyatt, he was not surprised that none of them had ever contacted him.

He walked out of the bathroom, waving his hand over the sensor again on his way out. Grabbed a T-shirt from a chair and walked over to a sensor pad near a large glass sliding door with shutters closed on the outside. He put his hand against the pad and then once that was approved he pressed a button at the top of the console, immediately the shutters opened allowing sunlight to stream in through the glass door, and then he heard the door unlock. He opened the door and walked out onto the balcony, staring at the amazing view of the bay. He was grateful that the apartment didn't face the city, which was still in ruins after the many battles it took for Wyatt to gain power. He didn't think he'd ever come out to the balcony if he was going to be reminded of that every time. It was coming up to two years since Wyatt had given him this apartment and insisted that he live here. He had stressed the importance of his Father living in a place appropriate to his stature. Wyatt had gone on and on about people realising the power from which he had been born, and apparently Leo living in this apartment would remind people of that fact. This was no consolation to Leo, though, while so many people were homeless, he had this huge penthouse all to himself, and he felt very guilty about that. He didn't want it when Wyatt gave it to him, and he still didn't want it now. But how do you say no to Wyatt? He had yet to figure that one out.

As he leant over the balcony his mind wandered back to the garbled dream he had just had. It had been similar to the others, but this one had involved Chris somehow. He couldn't remember much about any of the dreams after he woke up, but he did know they were all very disturbing and very similar. He thought about it for a minute, and then made a decision. He needed to contact Chris. Well, first he needed to find Chris. He didn't have a clue where he was, or what he was doing. He was so busy dealing with Wyatt he'd lost contact with Chris many years before and the time just never seemed right to make contact again. Then the answer came to him, "Victor" he said. "I'll ask Victor." That decision made, Leo made his way inside to prepare to track down Victor.

"Leo Wyatt? Sorry, don't know anyone by that name," came the gravely voice down the security intercom.

"Come on Victor, you know who I am, I just…." Leo stopped talking when he realised Victor had switched the intercom off at his end.

"I don't have time for this," he said to himself and then disappeared in a cloud of orbs, reappearing seconds later in Victor's very small, very basic apartment.

"Must be important to…" Victor stopped mid sentence, suddenly fearing the worst. "There's nothing wrong with Chris is there?"

"No or rather I don't know. That's why I'm here." Leo answered him.

Victor's relief was immediately evident, then he became curious, "What do you mean, that's why you're here?"

"I need to contact Chris, urgently, but I don't know where he is. I was hoping you could help me?" Leo asked him.

"Can't you sense him, you used to always be able to sense him?" Victor queried.

"No," Leo said sadly, "I haven't been able to sense him in years. I don't think he wants to have anything to do with me."

"Do you blame him?" Victor asked all too quickly.

Leo looked at Victor and knew he didn't have a high opinion of him. "I know it looks like I abandoned Chris, but"

Before Leo could justify his actions, Victor cut in, "No buts, Leo. You've hardly spoken to the boy since his Mother died. You can try to make up as many excuses as you like to justify how you've treated him, but bottom line is you did abandon him when he needed you most. We all know you've had a special relationship with Wyatt; you always did right from day one. I've often thought about what young Chris did to deserve you treating him like you did. I thought maybe it was the other Chris, the one who came from the future that did it. You two never got along, and I thought maybe you couldn't get past that when Baby Chris was born."

"No, it had nothing to do with the other Chris…" Leo started to say, but Victor continued.

"I know it use to torment Piper when Chris was a child, how you never seemed to be able to make any time for him. We used to talk a lot about that." Victor said, frankly.

"I had no idea she used to talk to you about things like that." Leo said surprised.

"We were very close the last few years of her life. The Chris from the future warned me, you know. He warned me she was going to die when he was fourteen. But I wanted to believe the future had been changed…." His voice trailed off, as he began to have feelings of regret.

"We all did, Victor." Leo said to him, also with a hint of regret in his voice. Then, Leo had a thought, "you've never told this Chris about the other Chris, have you?" "No, of course not." He dismissed. "The last thing I want is for him to go travelling back in time again, just to end up like last time. I wasn't going to be the one to put that idea in his head." He paused. "We did talk about Wyatt, though."

"What do you mean, what did you tell him?" Leo asked.

"As little as I could, believe me. He wanted to know what could possibly have made Wyatt turn out this way. I told him there are so many things that could have affected Wyatt, like when he was attacked as a baby, was just one example." He explained.

"You told him about Gideon?" Leo clarified.

"No, of course I didn't. I was very general. I just told him that one possibility happened before Chris was even born. He just wanted comfort Leo. He seemed to be searching for someone to blame for how the world is today. To Chris that someone can be you, or a demon, or anyone except Wyatt. I think he still believes underneath Wyatt is good, and being his brother he just wants to hold onto that."

Leo nodded, and then an awkward silence fell on the room.

"Well I suppose you'll be wanting his address then," Victor said as he walked over to an old fashioned wooden desk by the window and opened the top drawer. He copied out Chris' address and handed it to Leo.

"Thank you," Leo said looking at the address then putting it in his pocket.

Victor continued to look at Leo, and then asked, "Why do you want to see him?"

Leo considered for a few seconds whether to confide in Victor, then thought he may as well, it wouldn't hurt to tell someone. "I've been having these disturbing dreams lately, well nightmares really. They don't make much sense, but I just feel something's wrong or something wrong is about to happen."

"With Chris?" Victor asked, now concerned.

"I don't know, but the one I had last night definitely had Chris in it. I just really want to make sure he's okay." Leo said.

"He won't want to see you, you know," Victor said honestly.

"I know," Leo conceded.

"Tell him his Grandpa says, hi." Victor said.

Leo nodded. "Thank you." He said and then a second later he orbed out.

Victor walked over to a photo he still had on a sideboard of Piper, Leo and the two boys. They were smiling and happy. He put his fingers out and touched the photo of his daughter, "In some ways I'm glad you're not here to witness all of this, Piper," he said to the photo. He carefully put the photo back in its place and then turned to continue reading one of his old books.