Chris sat on top of the Golden Gate Bridge. It was around eleven, it was dark outside and it rained lightly but he ignored it all. All he cared about was the pain and hurt he felt from his family's actions.

FLASHBACK

Chris woke up feeling unusually rested. He took a look around the room and saw that he was in his mother's bedroom.

'What am I doing in here,' he thought. He tried to remember and as the fog in his brain started to leave his memory came back. 'Right, Piper went all mother mode on me and made me go to bed.'

He smiled of the pleasant feeling of Piper caring enough to actually offer her own bed to him even though she hasn't been that pleased with him. 'Maybe it's getting better,' he thought hopefully.

He lay there bashing in the fantasy of his family being alive and his mother taking care of him. But he was soon dragged back to the real world. 'Well, you can always dream,' he though sadly. He put his head on the side and tried to listen only to frown when he didn't hear anything.

'That's weird,' he thought. 'It's to quiet. Aunt Phoebe and Paige can't be quiet for all the gold in the world.'

He got of the bed and walked out from the room, the kitchen being his destination. When he came down to the stairs it was still to quiet in the house for his likening.

A noise from the living room made him walked over and he saw Wyatt sitting in his play pen with some toys scattered around him on the floor. The small one and a half year old looked up as Chris entered.

"Hey, little guy," Chris said and sat down beside him, immediately being offered a yellow toy truck to play with. "Have they left you here all by your self?" Chris asked and declined the toy.

"That's not like mom," Chris frowned. "Do you know where she is?" he asked his little older brother. The boy didn't answer and started playing with the truck instead.

Chris rose but still watched the child. "Hm, I though so," he said and stopped the one sided conversation. He left Wyatt and decided to go to the kitchen where he had seen the sisters the last time. When he walked in he noticed that the food was still there and that four used cups stood on the sink.

Getting an uneasy feeling he subconsciously thought back to the last time the Manor had been this quiet and called out, "M… Piper?" He couldn't hide the little scared tone in his voice and almost said mom instead of her name.

"Take it easy Chris," he said to himself. "She would never leave Wyatt behind if she went outside and if she did one of the sisters would be here and there is no sign of a demon attack so…" he looked up, "… she must be up in the attic."

Momentarily forgetting about his orbing Chris hurried out and walked over to the stairs. There he stopped and turned towards Wyatt. After a brief inner struggle he decided not to bring the child with him. But in case…

"Wyatt, shield," he said and the boys blue shield immediately surrounded him. "Don't let it go until someone comes down," he told the child and began going up.

Each step a mantra repeated itself inside his head "Please let her be all right… Please let her be all right… Please let her be alone or with her sisters."

When he arrived to the attic door he paused outside and listened. Not hearing anything he gently opened the door while holding his breath. He let the air out as he walked in and saw the attic empty, but had signs of use.

He walked in and saw a white paper on the floor. He took it up and read it… and reread it. He blinked and read it a third time. It wasn't until the fifth read that he believed it to be real and no illusion.

Shocked he sat down, not caring it was directly on the floor. His head suddenly felt very empty and he couldn't do anything than stare at the piece of paper.

Then the anger came. He recognizes the handwriting all right. It was hard not to when he had gotten a letter with that writing for his birthdays since he was six years old.

"Leo," he said bitterly. "Of course its Leo. Damn it!"

Why did he do this? Were Piper, Phoebe and Paige also looking through his memories? What did they see?

A horrible though crossed his mind. They would know who he is.

He got up and started pacing. "There got to be some way for them to forget."

He walked over to the Book of Shadows and started looking through it. Near the middle he found a spell to make a person forget the last hour they had experienced. That would do.

In the middle of the attic the air behaved weirdly. It was moving and Chris could actually see it. Then the air materialized into four people. Three that were crying heavily and the fourth looking like he had seen a ghost.

Chris immediately knew which memory they had seen last. Surprisingly he could not feel any sympathy, only betrayal.

"Did you have fun?" he asked them not caring how cruel it sounded. They turned with expressions of sadness, guilt and everything in-between.

He didn't give them time to answer. "I know you didn't like me or trusted me…" he began, "… but going through my memories! That's low, even for you."

Figuring they already knew who he was Chris continued with an angry voice and bitter tears. "It has been so hard being this close to you and yet so far away. You have no idea how many times I just wanted to blurt it out to stop you being suspicious of me, to accept me."

He looked at them but none met his eyes. "I never said Future Consequences out of fun or to annoy you and instead you do this?" his voice raised in volume at the last word.

Leo stepped forward. "Chris, it was I who wrote the spell not them. They came along by mistake."

Chris got hold of some of his emotions and the cold mask he had when he first arrived was back on, "good, now you are going to read a new spell, one that will make you forget this hour and what you have seen."

They started protesting at that but it was Phoebe who managed to be heard. "That won't work Chris," she said reluctantly to her nephew.

"Why not?"

"Because we did the same thing yesterday," she whispered quietly down to the floor.

"WHAT?" Chris yelled making them all flinch. He didn't know what to say, he wanted to yell and scream but he didn't know what.

So he settled with whispering, "what did I do to deserve this?"

No one answered, what could they say.

And Chris, he felt so defeated. From the moment he arrived in the past they had questioned him, his motive and fought him every step of the way. He was just so tired of it all. Losing Bianca had been a hard blow on him; he was still not over it by far and now this. It was just too much, even for him.

"You know what? Forget it," he said coldly and orbed out.

END FLASHBACK

He had orbed to the Golden Gate, one of the few good things he that came from Leo. There he immediately broke down.

He sat there for hours, not caring when it became darker and colder outside. He felt betrayed, alone and defeated.

"Chris?"

No, it couldn't be!

Chris held his breath. He didn't dare to look afraid that it was just his imagination, a wish thinking.

"Chris, please look at me."

He closed his eyes and let the painful breath out.

It was her! But how?

He turned and drew in air sharply when his eyes fell on Bianca standing beside him. She looked as beautiful as ever with her long hair out and the white dress moving with the wind.

"Are you really here or is it my imagination?" he asked quietly.

"Its me," she said with a sad smile.

"How? You're…" he couldn't say it.

"I am," Bianca confirmed. "And I'm here because you need me, Chris."

"But how? Time travel…"

"Time does not work the same when you are dead. When you die the place you go to is out of the time frame. Time doesn't matter," she said and kneeled beside him.

"How did you get permission to come?" he asked caressing her cheek lovingly.

"Your mother can be scary when she wants to. She threatened the Elders. She wanted to come herself, Chris, but thought you might need me more."

"You met mom?"

"I did," Bianca smiled. "I met your whole family. They believe in you Chris. They know you will make it."

Chris' mood immediately changed, "they know, Bianca. They went through my memories. I don't know what to do."

"Oh, baby. You have every right to be upset with them. But maybe it's for the best."

"What do you mean? Our plans…"

"Sometimes the best plans can be the most wrong," his dead fiancë said. "It was wrong forcing you to not tell them, to make you go through everything alone and bear it yourself. I think you need their help, just like they need yours."

Chris looked down not knowing what to say.

"My time is almost up," Bianca said. "Think about it, Chris." She stood and backed up.

"I love you, Bianca."

"And I love you, Chris. Change the future and we might have another chance." With that she disappeared. Chris smiled a little. It had been so good seeing her again. He thought about what she said and came to a decision. He took a look around and orbed away.

To Be Continued…

Bye

Sun