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Future Consequences
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Disclaimer: Yes, I own Charmed…and I'm the world's richest, most beautiful person in the world. Ain't life just perfect? If you believed any of what I just said you're even stupider than me…and that's saying something. I am sorry to say that I do not own Charmed and probably never will. Though I won't deny the last part.

Now, so you people don't all get lost, this takes place right after Chris-Crossed. The Charmed Ones don't know who Chris is and they don't trust him. This probably ain't that good a story, but, can you still review? It gives me a reason to check my inbox cuz all my friends are in places like Hawaii drinking out of cocoanuts...or something like that. I wouldn't know cuz I've never been out of Canada, except when I was, like, 4...but do you really expect me to remember that trip? And that's the only time I've gotten out of here...except the occasional trips to America that aren't that exciting cuz it's only to go visit relatives...well, enough bout that, I'm probably boring y'all...so, for those of you who haven't just skipped this part yet, I'll go now and let you read. Hope you like it…

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Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning;
One pain is less'ned by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish.

-William Shakespeare

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Okay, so he might have gone just a little overboard when he'd vanquished that 87th demon, but really, was it really his fault? I mean, come on, his fiancé was just killed right in front of him by his very own power-crazed, evil, overlord of the future brother. I think he had more than enough reasons to go on an all out demon vanquish. And who knows? He might've just accidentally vanquished the demon responsible for turning Wyatt. Yeah, and Leo would suddenly start caring about his younger, less powerful son. In a million years.

He was beginning to doubt that a demon was responsible for his big brother turning…and his mad, obsessive need for power and total domination over the world. Maybe he was just born that way? I mean, he was always a bit messed up in the head…big, ugly, stupid, annoying…oh wait, those qualities didn't turn a young boy into a power-crazed maniac, they just made life miserable for the ones around them everyday, like him for example.

But really, that's not the point. The point being that maybe Wyatt was just meant to be evil. Maybe that was his destiny, just like it was Chris' to be miserable and to try and stop his crazy, delusional brother from going psycho on the world and turning it into the apocalyptic future he'd just returned from. But, sometimes he thought the burden was just too much. What if he didn't want to save the world? What if he didn't want all this weight on his shoulders? What if…he just gave up?

The young whitlelighter sighed as these familiar thoughts filled his mind once again. How many times has he thought these same exact thoughts? But he always stopped himself and reminded himself of how many people were relying on him, trusting him to accomplish his goal and stop Wyatt from turning. And when even that thought didn't help motivate him, he thought of Bianca. His precious Bianca who'd sacrificed her own life to stop his lunatic brother from killing him. But that was gone now, because instead of killing him, his brother had killed her…Bianca…

He quickly blinked away the tears and shook his head. Bianca wouldn't have liked to see him so weak. With that thought in mind, he orbed out of the Underworld and into his shabby apartment. In reality, it wasn't that bad, but with all the empty pizza boxes and lists of demons who might've turned Wyatt strewn about, it was hard to see anything at all in there, let alone how nice it would've been if only a neater, more organized person had rented it. But alas, the apartment was not having a good day the day that Chris appeared. Oh well, maybe next time.

Chris kicked a book about time travel and its possible consequences out of the way as he hurriedly made his way towards his room. It had been a long day and all he wanted to do was go in and collapse on his soft, fluffy bed. Oh, just thinking about it made Chris feel all warm and fuzzy…and sleepy. But, well, that's what he was there for, right?

When he reached his room, he immediately made his way towards his bed, intent on a long, well-deserved nap, when he suddenly felt another being enter the room. The young whitelighter looked around the room warily before he bent down to tug off his shoe. Maybe he was just imagining things, you know, old age and all…or not. Chris suddenly felt a shift in the air behind him and immediately ducked as an energyball flew safely over his head and collided with his newly bought lamp.

Dammit, he'd just bought that! And it was on sale, too. Chris cursed as he turned and saw a demon standing there, bouncing another energyball up and down in his hand cockily. What was he laughing at? Kids these days…the demon sneered at the surprised whitelighter and flung the energyball right towards the young whitelighter's head. Chris managed to quickly duck and throw his own fireball, effectively vanquishing the demon.

Good, now maybe he'll learn not to mess with his lamps, especially that one, all nice and expensive…he just hoped Phoebe wouldn't notice the missing cash from her wallet…

Chris sneered as once again his thoughts turned towards the very mean and rude and stupid and screwed up and foul and smelly and retarded and…well, he could go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on like this, but he's feeling very generous (actually, he just wanted to finally get that nice nap that he's been forever talking about), so he'll give you a break…demon, is that all?

Did that one, measly demon actually think he could kill him all by himself? His thoughts were quickly answered in the form of an athame being roughly dug into his arm.

The whitelighter quickly awoke from his rather repetitive thoughts and flung out his arm, carelessly throwing the demon into a wall and effectively knocking him out. Six more demons then shimmered in, each baring their foul, yellow teeth (and a few worms that happened to get in there) and cockily throwing their respective weapons in the air…chaos ensued.

Chris was desperately trying to protect himself from all sides and at the same time vanquish all the demons in the room (and mind you, there were many…plus there were also the demons waiting in line out in the hallway, but they were slowly dying due to unforseen, uh, accidents (and by that I mean drowning themselves in the sink, choking on a glass of water, trying to stick their heads in the television screen to say hello to the actors and actresses an accidentally getting electrocuted (ok, I don't know if that can seriously happen, but just bare (did I spell that right?) with me, and woah am I using a lot of brackets, but blame my math teacher…he friggin' told us to bracket our moms!), ect.), so that took some of the strain off of the young whitelighter) when he heard a voice calling him at the back of his head.

Not now, he thought. Can't you see I'm busy? Chris blew up another demon, but it was no use. For every demon Chris killed, five more popped in. Don't these demons ever give up? Chris angrily thought as he blew up three more demons and at the same time dodged an energyball aimed directly at his heart. Whew, that was close.

This continued on for quite a while before the demons eventually started to clear out (most had died out in the hallway, poor Chris, another day of hauling out some more fresh demon carcasses…wonder what the neighbours were thinking?). Chris felt hope rise in his chest, maybe now he would finally get that nap. Maybe not, the whitelighter thought as he heard this time not one, but three voices in his head yelling at him to get his lazy ass in the attic NOW!

Chris growled angrily and blew up five more demons when he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a black and very poisonous arrow sticking out of him at a very odd angle. The young whitelighter was silently observing the odd angle at which it stuck out for a few minutes before he finally remembered that this was supposed to hurt. He then fell to the ground as he suddenly felt pain flare throughout his entire being.

He looked up and saw the smirking darklighter responsible for his pain. Chris angrily shot his hand out and fire quickly engulfed the darklighter and all of the remaining demons as his rage finally took over. Echoing voices and shrill screams were the only things Chris heard as darkness creeped in from the edges, effectively blinding the young whitelighter.

Chris slumped the rest of the way to the ground as he felt his eyelids involuntarily close. The last thing Chris heard before he succumbed to the darkness was the shrill voice of his mother, calling (more like yelling) for him (and that's more like yelling at him).

"Christopher Perry, if you don't get your damned whitelighter ass down here right now I'm going to go over there and personally kick your ass so hard you'll be flying back to the future you came from! And I mean it mister! I am sooooo not joking! Why the hell are you not here yet! Christopher!"