Chapter 4 – Maybe it's For the Best

Chris looked out onto the city. He had a perfect view from the top of the Golden Gate Bridge. He loved sitting here. It was so coming and relaxing. It always helped get his thoughts together and think clearly. This place was sacred to him. Even in the future Wyatt didn't bother to disturb him when he was here. Unfortunately, he couldn't seem to collect his thoughts.

Maybe the elders are right. Maybe they should just all forget about me. I could just go back to the future and do what mom told me to do. I could kill him.

Chris laughed to himself. He knew that he could never kill Wyatt. Not only did he not have the capacity for that great of an evil, but Wyatt was his brother, evil or not.

Maybe I could find a way to save Wyatt and then erase their memories before I leave. No, that wouldn't work. Mini-me would jog their memories. Of course, I could kill mini-me after I save Wyatt. Then I could just sprinkle them with memory dust right before I kill mini-me. I would disappear and they would never have any chance of remembering that I ever existed. It could work.

"Don't even think about it, young man!"

Chris looked up to see Piper standing over him, except, she wasn't the Piper from this time. This Piper had a few more wrinkles and a few more grey hairs.

"Mommy," Chris said slowly, afraid that he was hallucinating. This couldn't be the woman that had died in his arms, yet every bone in his body was screaming that she was.

She smiled and nodded at him.

"I'm here to help you."

"What do I do?" asked Chris, becoming very vulnerable – something he hated.

Ghost Piper gathered her son into her arms.

"You are going to stay here, save your brother and defy the elders."

"How can I defy the elders?"

Ghost Piper smiled down at her baby boy.

"Do you remember the floorboard where this timeline's version of me and your aunts put that spell to restore the powers Bianca took from you?"

Chris nodded his head.

"Take a look in there."

"Why?"

"Just trust me."

Chris nodded his head and then laid it on his mom's chest. He slowly fell asleep. Ghost Piper sat there for the rest of the night, just holding her son, wishing that she could stay with him. When the sun came up, though, she lowered his head down, placed a kiss on his cheek and then disappeared.

Chris woke up when he felt lips pressed to his cheek. He smiled, remembering that his mom was there. He opened his eyes, but she was no where to be found. He sighed, but then remembered her words about the floorboard and orbed to the Manor.

Piper hadn't slept all night. All she could think about was that her baby boy had gotten himself hurt, or worse. Leo had stayed with her all night to try and comfort her, but it wasn't helping. He was too upset himself. He had tried to sense for Chris last night, and had thought he located him on the Golden Gate Bridge, but when he orbed there he saw no one. He thought he had heard voiced there, but couldn't track them down. He figured Chris had found out a way to throw of Leo's sensing powers.

Piper was now sobbing into Leo's shoulder. He was just about to comfort her when he sensed that someone had orbed into the attic. He grabbed Piper and they both orbed to the attic door. They picked in and saw Chris kneeling over the lose floorboard and taking out a piece of paper. Next thing they knew he was standing up and chanting a spell.

"Elder magic is not set in stone,

Aid me in changing their tone.

Give me back all that was taken,

So I will never again be forsaken."

With that a surge of power ran through the house and settled in Chris. It was then that Chris realized he was being spied on. He didn't even look or motion at the door, but he still slammed it shut with his telekinesis. Piper and Leo backed away feel very perplexed and hurt.

"Leo, what was that?" Piper said, looking up at her ex-husband.

"I don't know," said an equally confused Leo.

"She would go talk to him?"

Leo shook his head, "No, I think he needs some time alone."

Piper nodded and Leo orbed them downstairs.

Once Chris sensed that he was alone again, he visibly relaxed and sat down in a chair. There wasn't just one piece of paper in floor, there were two. He set the one with the spell aside and unfolded to other one. His eyes welled up with tears as he read it.

My Darling Chris,

I know you well enough to know that you read the spell before you read this, so congratulations, you have all your powers back. Your Aunt Phoebe, Aunt Paige, Aunt Prue and I wrote that for you. We hoped you were strong enough to cast it. I have no doubt that you were.

I miss you so much. I believe that what you are doing is the right thing, though. Also remember that you are a Halliwell and one of the most powerful Halliwells ever. The elders answer to you. If you strike against them, they have no one to fight their battles. Use this against them.

Remember that your brother loves you, also. He is not really Wyatt right now. He is corrupt. I know you will bring back the real Wyatt, though. Don't worry; I have it on good authority that everything you are doing there is going to help a lot. So please, please don't give up and don't get yourself killed. I love you too much and you have every right to benefit from the life you've created. I'll make sure you do. Always remember that I, your father, your brother, your aunts and your cousins love you very much.

Love forever,

Mom

P.S. Give your father another chance. Remember that the Leo you are dealing with now is not the one from our timeline. He is trying to help. Please, let him help.

XOXOXO

Chris put the letter down and looked out the window.

"I promise you mom, I will save Wyatt."