Chapter 3: The Other Chris

A/N: I STILL don't own Charmed. I'm so happy! I got so many reviews! Thank you all really really much. The more you review, the faster I update (hint, hint). On with the show!!!!

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We stood there the four of us (me, Chris, mom and uncle Leo) in stunned silence. No one knew how to react to my statement, even me. All I knew was that it was true. Uncle Leo was guilty. Mom was stunned. Chris was quiet. I decided to take charge since no one else was going to do so.

"Leave now and I won't kill you", I said bitterly. You can't blame me for being angry. Emotions were running high in the attic, and empathy was really hard to control. Chris was still very angry with his father. No one, except me, knew the horrors of what Leo had done. Telepathy and empathy worked very well together. I had a feeling that no one would be able to hide anything from me ever again.

Leo orbed away without another word. Mom sat down slowly on the antique sofa staring at me intently. "Are you sure Leo did that to Kevin?" She asked.

"He thought it", I said shrugging my shoulders, "thoughts never lie".

"I'm going to go get your aunts", mom said slowly , "stay with Chris". I knew mom believed me now. Finally I was alone with Chris. For a moment I wished Penny was there. She was at a friends house, she wouldn't be back for hours. Chris and I needed to do some serious talking. We would start with his disturbing discovery. I waited until mom was gone to speak. I turns out I wasn't going to be the first to speak.

I sat down and Chris sat down opposite me. "Mel", Chris started, "since I was small, I've had these...memories of another life...another life where..."

"Where Wyatt was evil and you went back to the past", I finished.

Chris gasped, "How?"

"I'm a telepath and an empath", I replied calmly, "I know".

Chris recovered quickly. He was really begging to open up to me! Of course things wouldn't really be okay until he talked to aunt Piper.

He said, " Most of those memories haven't come true, but some have. I remember when you fell off the tree and broke your arm, I remember when Penny went Goth, I remember when Fifi, that dog we had, ran away. I also remember things that haven't happened yet. In my other life, mom died on my 17th birthday (A/N: for all purposes of my story this is true, but on the show Piper died when Chris turned 14). That's in 3 months. I'm afraid that this memory turns out to be true..."

He trailed off. I felt my eyes well up with tears. I didn't bother brushing them away. This was what Chris had to deal with, every day of his life. Memories of his mother's death that hadn't even happened. "Oh, Chris", I said, tightly embracing my cousin. I stiffened and let go, for I was being pulled into a premonition...

TBC... only if I get at least 3 reviews. I like reviews. And evil cliffies... they're fun...