Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or any of the characters….blah, blah, blah

This is my first fanfic ever. This idea popped into my head and I just had to write it down. I'm not sure about the rating though. I made it T just to be sure, but I guess it could be K+. Please tell me what you think!

It was a normal day in the Halliwell manor. Well, as normal as it ever would be. Leo and Piper had decided to take the kids out for a walk in the park, Phoebe was at work and Paige, who had started to feel the pressure of being principal of Magic School and had been working overtime, had been forced to take a day off by Piper.

So after helping Piper and Leo get the kids ready and seeing Phoebe off to work, Paige decided to go into town and catch up with the non-magical world. But the problem was, she couldn't find her phone. So Paige retraced her steps and realized that she'd left her phone in the attic after Piper had phoned her while she was making potions the previous day.

So Paige went to the attic and saw her phone lying on the table between all the potion ingredients she had been too lazy to put away. Paige put her phone in her bag and started to clean up the ingredients. Piper would have a fit if she saw the state that Paige had left the attic in.

All of a sudden Paige felt someone else's presence in the room and turned around to look at the book.

There was a young man standing there. He was in his late twenties. He had shoulder length, curly blonde hair, he was well built and was wearing a plain white T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans.

It was Wyatt.

He was standing over the book with a pen in his hand as if he was writing something, but the book was closed. He had a very confused look on his face. He looked up and saw Paige standing there.

At the same time Paige started her attack on the stranger. She saw an athame lying on a table nearby.

"Athame", Paige yelled. The athame disappeared in a swirl of blue lights and started making their way towards the young man. The man was startled by the attack and waved his hand at the orb lights as if he was trying to wave them away, but nothing happened.

He had fast reflexes and managed to jump out of the way of the athame just as it was about to stab him.

"What did you attack me for?" Wyatt asked Paige while he was getting up. Something very odd was going on here.

Paige didn't attack again, since the stranger didn't seem to know what was going on. And demons normally did actually attack. This man hadden´t. But she kept her defensive posture ready to attack again if it was necessary.

Wyatt had stood up and got his first good look at Paige. His mouth dropped.

"What do you want?" Paige asked rather brutally.

"What happened? You look really young." Wyatt said in disbelief.

If this demon was trying to flatter her, it wasn't going to work. But Paige couldn't help but relax just a little bit." Look buddy, if you don't tell me who you are and what you want, I'll vanquish your sorry ass."

And it suddenly clicked in Wyatt's head. He didn't have his powers, Paige didn't recognize him and she had suddenly lost about 30 years. He dreaded asking the question that was in his mind because it would confirm his suspicion. "What year is it?" he asked.

Paige was caught slightly off guard by this question. That was a pretty strange question to ask. "It's 2005" she said cautiously.

"Great! Just great!" Wyatt said sarcastically as he slumped into a nearby couch. It was going to turn out to be another very long day.

" And I'm still waiting for an explanation, because that vanquishing offer still stands!" Paige added.

Wyatt pondered his response. He couldn't change the future in any way, so he had to be careful of what he said. Very careful. His parents had always warned him and his little brother of the consequences of time-travel. They had forbidden him and Chris to ever try such a thing. For some strange reason Chris´ 22nd birthday had been the day they had both been given an especially long speech by their father about it. He could still remember the speech and it came back to him in this moment. Although Wyatt was 28, he still didn't want to disappoint his parents, and if they ever found out that he had been back in time…

" My name's Matthew. Matthew Cullen." He replied. " And I'm a witch."

A witch. Paige knew that she shouldn't believe that he wasn't a demon just because he said so, but she couldn't help but believe him. He didn't really look like a demon either. For starters, demons liked to wear black. And blond hair and bright blue eyes didn't really fit the demon description either. He looked somewhat familiar too…

"I'm Paige. Paige Matthews."

"So is there any reason why you decided to drop by?" Paige added with a hint of mocking in her voice.

"I don't know how I got here…"

He was of course using ´here´ as in 2005, not as in the attic. He knew very well why he was in the attic. He had been adding something to the book when the shift occurred.

Wyatt realized that he would probably need Paige's help to figure out how he got there and how to get back. He'd at least need to tell her when he was from.

" I'm… I'm from the future." He said rather hesitantly.

This sounded strangely familiar to Paige. And she couldn't help but sigh..

"You're not by any chance some relative that is yet to be born that has come back to stop someone from becoming evil, are you?"

Wyatt knew his aunt Paige very well, and knew when she was joking or being sarcastic. But he wasn't quite sure now.

"Um, no" He said the last part rather long and looked at Paige questionably, but she didn't elaborate.

All of a sudden Wyatt felt a burning feeling in his shoulder and he brought his hand to the place where he had felt the pain a moment earlier. Someone was in trouble. Someone had been hurt. And that someone could only be one person…

"Chris…" He whispered.

Paige saw Wyatt reach to his shoulder in pain and went over to him to help. She heard him whisper a name. Did he really say Chris? Or did she just imagine it?

" My friend's hurt, we have to find him." Wyatt crossed the room to the scrying table with a determined expression on his face.

"How are you going to find him? You need something of his to scry with." Paige said.

He picked up the scrying crystal and took of his wristband.

"This is his. He has mine. This way we can always find each other if something like this were to happen."

"Wow, you guys must be really close to be that prepared" Paige marveled.

"We are." He held the wristband in his hand and lent over the map while he concentrated on finding his brother. If anything had happened to Chris…

Paige watched him as he scryed.

The crystal dropped. It landed somewhere in an alley in San Francisco.

"Let's go" Wyatt said urgently as he held out his hand to Paige so that she could orb them there.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on there. I'm not orbing you anywhere. I don't even know you. This could be some kind of…" Her words faded away as she looked at his hand. It still held the wristband.

And on it was the triquetra.

This could only mean one thing. She had heard correctly.

"Chris? Chris is in trouble?" She asked, not daring to believe it.

This man's friend was Chris. Chris was back. And he was in trouble.

Wyatt looked at his hand and realized how she must of figured it out. He mentally kicked himself and noted that he had to be more careful. But he had no time for explaining. Chris needed their help.

"Yes, he is." He held out his hand more urgently.

This was surreal to Paige. Chris. Chris. The name brought up the painful memory of the day he died. She could remember how helpless she felt as she watched him struggling to breath in his father's arms…

But now was no time for memories. Chris needed her help and she wasn't going to stand around and watch this time around. She walked over to the potion's table, picked up a few filled vials and handed them to Wyatt.

"Here. You'll need these since you won't have any active powers because of the time-travel thingy." She nodded to him and took his hand.

They disappeared in a swirl of bright blue lights.

TBC