The Mistakes We Make
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed.
Summary: The new future that Chris had strived to create is now here, except for one thing. The new Chris doesn't know anything about magic. It's all hidden from him, but yet he knows something is going on. When something happens, will the Halliwells regret not letting Chris know about magic?
A/N: Please note that this story has nothing to do with my other one, This Changes Everything. It's completely different. Please forgive me for bad spelling and grammar errors.... I hope that you enjoy it!
Chapter 1
Suspicions and Unlocking
Time slowly passed by. Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. And months into years. Chris never received any powers and he never found out about magic. However, when a secret this big is trying to be kept from a person, the person notices things.
And Chris did notice things. When he was four, he asked his mom if magic existed, and she said that it didn't. Chris didn't bring it up again for a while, but he was always suspicious of the way she responded. It was a bit too quick for his liking. Even though he was four, he read things between the lines very well.
When he was eight, Chris started to notice that his family members never got sick, except for him. There had been a few signs of Piper having a cold or Wyatt having the flu, but as soon as they had come, they disappeared. It was almost as if somebody healed them.
And then there was his father. Leo was never around too much. When he was, he would quickly disappear because his bosses always called him to do some job. And even when that didn't happen, Leo spent a lot more time with Wyatt.
Leo wasn't the only one to frequently disappear. At least once a week, Chris would come home to find everyone in his family completely gone. When his mom and brother came back, his two aunts, Phoebe and Paige, would also come with their children, Melinda and Prue, being Phoebe's daughters, and Jack and Bobby, Paige's twin boys. Melinda was three years younger than Chris, Prue was six years younger, and Jack and Bobby were five years younger than Chris. Phoebe was married to a mortal by the name of Will Herley and Paige was married to a witch named Nick Danielson. (Although, Chris didn't know that Nick was a witch. He was just the cool uncle.)
Chris wouldn't have found this so odd except for the fact that every time they came home from their excursions they looked very gross. When Chris was younger, he just put this off as them playing in the mud, but when he was thirteen, he knew that something wasn't right.
Chris began to assume that his grandpa, Victor, was in on something as well, but his grandpa was sealed up. Chris loved his grandfather more than anything, but he felt hurt that what was usually their "tell everything policy" didn't work at those times.
Chris knew that his big family was keeping something from him, but Chris had no idea what. He could never go into the attic, the room that was forbidden to everyone but him, because whenever he got relatively close, his parents would find him and tell him to get away from there.
Other than the feeling that his family was lying about something big to him, Chris' life was great. He was a sophmore in high school with great grades, great friends, and played soccer and basketball. He did a lot of cool things because his mom would never object to it, except if it was with doing drugs or something like that.
But despite his great life, Chris ached to be a part of his family's secret. He wanted to go with them and do whatever they did. He wanted to feel complete with his family. He wanted to be loved as Wyatt was. Sure, Chris was loved greatly by his family, but Wyatt's love was different. It was as if everyone else understood him. But they didn't understand Chris. He wanted that so badly.
This lovely story starts a few weeks after Chris' fifteenth birthday.
"Hey Chris,"Wyatt said, poking his head into his younger brother's room,"Mom and I have some errands to do. We'll be home in about two hours. Alright?"
Chris looked up from his homework. He nodded grumpily. "Sure. Whatever." Chris then went back to his homework without saying good-bye.
Wyatt frowned at this and walked away.
Chris listened to his brother's footsteps sadly. From experience, he knew not to ask if he could go along. His mom would tell him no and then leave quickly. He hated it. When he was younger, his grandpa would talk to him about it, but now that Chris was old enough to stay home alone, his grandpa would only come once a week for their weekly dinners.
About an hour later, Chris walked downstairs to get some food. The house was utterly silent, as usual. Chris compenplated whether or not he should call one of his friends, but decided against it. Piper would always freak out if he disappeared when she wasn't home. Chris never understood why. It was like some monsters might kidnap him or something.
Just then, Chris' Aunt Paige ran out of the kitchen, slightly out of breath. She stopped when she saw Chris and smiled. "Hi Chris,"she said cheerfully, her eyes looking up towards the ceiling. "How are things going?"
Chris shrugged and smiled. "Alright,"he responded. "How's school for you?" Paige taught at some school. Where it was or what it was called he didn't know.
"Good. Well, I have to get something from Piper's room. See you later." Paige ran off. About a minute later, Chris heard a slam of the door. He knew that slam all too well. Paige was in the attic.
"Why I'm not allowed up there is beyond me,"Chris grumbled, walking into the kitchen. "Mom must be paranoid."
"No she isn't,"said a voice from behind Chris.
Chris turned around. "Dad!"he exclaimed. "When did you come home? I didn't hear you come in through the front door." His eyes narrowed a bit from suspicion.
Leo shifted uncomfortably. "I shut the door quietly,"he responded. "Anyways, is Paige here?"
"She's up in the attic,"Chris responded automatically.
Leo smiled. "Thanks son. I have to go talk to her. And don't go snooping around." Leo ran off.
Chris shook his head. Everyone in his family was weird. Chris walked to the fridge, got some food, and then walked back upstairs.
There were two weird sounds that were exactly alike from the attic. Chris froze and listened to them fade away.
What is that? he asked himself. Dad and Aunt Paige are up there! Maybe something happened. I should go look. With that thought in mind, Chris slowly walked upstairs.
Yes! Chris exclaimed mentally. The door is open! He quietly walked up the stairs, not wanting to alert his two family members of his presence.
Stop, ordered a voice in Chris' head. This is wrong. Mom has told you not to go in there. So don't.
But I want to see what is in there, Chris whined back.
No. What if something is in there that our parents don't want you to see?
But they let Wyatt see it, so I should be alright.
But what if you won't be?
Mom and Dad wouldn't keep anything dangerous in there, now would they?
You don't know that!
Ah shutup you. Chris tuned out his conscience and walked closer to the slightly ajar door. He could feel the excitement building up inside of him. After all these years, he would finally find out his family's secret! Chris reached towards the handle, to push the door more open.
Bam! The door slammed right in Chris' face!
Chris stood there in amazement. The door had slammed right in his face! And he was so close to finding out the secret of the Halliwell family, and the door had closed in his face.
Wait a moment, Chris thought to himself, getting over the initial shock, doors don't slam by themselves. Only people can do that and I don't think that anybody was in there.
Chris turned around and trudged down back to his room. His mind was racing with a bunch of new questions.
How did the door slam by itself?
What were those two noises that I just heard five minutes ago?
Where are Dad and Aunt Paige?
What is the family hiding from me?
Chris spent so much time trying to make up answers that he didn't hear his family come into the house.
"Hi Chris,"Piper chirped,"how was everything?"
"Fine,"Chris responded, not looking up at his mother. "Same as usual. There's a party tomorrow night at Dan's. Could I go to it?"
Piper smiled. "Alright, as long as there won't be any drugs or alcohol. Well, I'll be somewhere in the house if you need me."
Chris didn't say anything, but pretended to reach for his remote, turning on the tv. He didn't want to watch anything, but he didn't want his mother to look at him. If he looked into her eyes, Chris knew that Piper would immediately know he had tried to enter the attic. There would be some yelling and then a grounding. Chris didn't want that.
Soon, Chris fell asleep. He wasn't even tired. He just fell asleep. If Chris was awake, he would've heard the loud shouts and crashes from the attic. He would've heard a loud thump or even an explosion. But he wasn't awake. He was asleep.
A big white area with a closed box in the middle. Chris now stood in front of the box.
"Where am I?"he asked aloud.
"You're inside yourself,"responded a distant, but yet familiar voice.
Chris spun around. "Where are you?"he shouted.
"Right here,"said a voice in Chris' ear.
Chris turned his head to the left. What he saw surprised him. He saw himself. "Who are you?"he asked, already knowing the answer.
"I'm you,"responded the voice,"but from a different time and place. A more terrible time and place. A time where Wyatt was evil and in charge of the world."
Chirs shook his head and snorted. "You're dumb,"he said. "Wyatt would never be evil. And I don't think that he could control the world. I mean he would have to have some powers, which he doesn't."
"Is that so?"the other Chris responded. "Well then, let me show you." Waving his arm, the white room with the locked box changed into a destroyed San Francisco.
"What is this?"Chris asked, his voice shaky. He saw probes inspecting people before letting them get some food.
"This is my world,"Chris' other self explained quietly,"the one I sought to change. Wyatt turned evil at a young age because of a man named Gideon. He was afraid of Wyatt because Wyatt was too powerful. So, wanting to kill Wyatt, he took Wyatt away from his family. Wyatt had nobody to trust for four months so his heart became bitter. At fourteen, he had his whole family, except me and Grandpa, killed and he took over San Francisco. Now look at the place. Demons run it, people are always frightened, and witches and whitelighters have to hide from Wyatt."
Chris' eyes widened. "Witches? Demons?"he repeated. "Whitelighters? Witches and demons don't exist and I don't even know what Whitelighters are!"
"That's because the wonderful world of magic was hidden from you. You are both a witch and a whitelighter, with great powers I might add. Mom and Dad decided to give you a normal life, trying to give my memory the world I wanted. I died to give you the world that you live, and they wanted to honor me with not telling you about magic. But I did not want your life. I wanted Wyatt to be good, for me to know magic, and for everything else to be the way that it is now." The other Chris waved his hand again, the scene returning to the white room with the locked box.
"Why are we here?"Chris asked his older self, still trying to take in what he had just learned. His family had kept such a big secret like this for so long.
"To set free your powers. Mom binded them until one day she decided you could have your powers. She thought that you would be ignorant and not notice your family's doings. But in a way, your powers seeped through the binding. You recognized all the odd things, although that really isn't a power. You have a magical sense that lets you detect magic and everything with it."
"So how are you going to set my powers free?"Chris wondered.
"The irony of this is that you are."
"But I don't know how."
"You will. It'll come naturally. Just look at the box and will your powers to come to you. It will happen."
Chris rolled his eyes before looking at the locked box. It was black and completely shut. Chris stared at it, thinking that this was stupid, that it wouldn't solve anything. But soon Chris found himself wishing that his powers would break free.
Suddenly, the box opened and a stream of lights flew at Chris. They entered his body, making Chris feel more alive.
"That's it! You won't remember this dream for a while. Though you soon will learn that your powers were too strong for the binding, so they had to escape. You have to find things out for yourself Chris before you remember this dream. Good-bye."
The white room as well as the older Chris vanished.
Chris shot up in his bed, his dream cleared from his mind. All Chris felt was a strange feeling around him.
It took Chris one second before he figured out what the feeling was.
He was burning.
A/N: Oooo interesting. Please review!
