A/N: Hey guys this is just a little note to clear some things up and to answer some of your questions. For starters this story takes place right before the Ledgen of Sleepy Halliwell so not even Phoebe knows who Chris is. Now for two of the main questions.

"Did Chris jump off the bridge or did he fall?" He fell. In Ch. 1 it says that his body when limp and his world went dark, letting you know that he had in fact passed out. "I don't get it why can't Leo heal him?" Well because Leo can't heal mortal illness or something that occured naturally ( you will all find out what's happening with Chris in the next chapter but in this one you getting a little information) "What happened with Piper?" The pain that Piper was experiencing in the last chapter was the broken heart for Leo and head pain for Chris.

Well I hope thatI've cleared up a few things for you. Thanks for all the great reviews and I hope you all like the new chapter.

Chapter 4

He rushed into his room, slamming the heavy steel door hard with one swift gesture of his hand as he cried out in frustration and fear. He wasn't used to these kinds of feelings nor did he ever want to be and for allowing them to even form within his mind, body and soul the twice blessed son was angry with himself. Not only was he angry at himself for becoming so weak, fretful and emotional, all the things he despised but he was livid with the person responsible for his current state of mind, his brother.

His once best friend had brought about the exasperating sentiments that were taking over his blackened soul as images of blood pouring from the boy's nose replayed themselves over and over again in his mind pushing his already shaky sanity to it's breaking point. He panted heavily into the quiet of his dim and mausoleum like surroundings with worry evident in his being as pictures of his father trying to heal the boy without success flashed before his eyes.

"Shit!" he yelled hating the power his brother had over him.

The bastard had betrayed him and turned his back on everything he had ever done for him. Everything he had sacrificed for him. He should hate him. Loath him, but even in his darkest hour he could never dismiss his brother from his heart, what was left of it anyway or hurt him. No. The events of just a few months ago was only a ploy to scare the young man, not to harm him or cause him any pain and if it hadn't been for that dumb bitch Bianca the two men would have been able to talk things over and eventually he could have gotten through to his younger sibling, this he was sure of.

But no.

She had to stick her nose where it didn't belong and died because of it leaving his brother with an even bigger hole in his heart that losing their family had created and if given the chance he would resurrect the Phoenix and kill her ass all over again for causing his brother so much pain.

Pain.

He grinned at the simple yet complex and powerful word that seems to have taken permanent residency in the lives of he and his younger sibling since day one of their conception and now that dreadful spawn of the English language was rearing it's ugly head threatening to rip his baby brother from his life, just as like it did with his parents and aunts. But Wyatt Halliwell wasn't about to let that happen. He was always in control, always one step if not more ahead of the rest and he wasn't going to let some mortal disease defeat him of his brother.

He had to get to the future where he could put an end to all this nonsense and once he cured his brother the younger witch would owe him and would have no choice but to return to the future with him where he should have been in the first place. The last part made him clench his fist tightly but he soon relaxed and took a deep breath deciding that it was best to keep a level head until the younger male was in better health and they were back in the future.

Walking over to one of the many paintings that covered the walls of his elaborate bedroom Wyatt closed his eyes and concentrated hard causing his out reached palm to glow bright red before changing into a two small potion vials. One of them was a royal blue color with a black cork sticking out of it, keeping its continence trapped inside while the other was the exact opposite. It was black with a barely visible blue cork showing the distinction between it's counterpart which would carry the man to the future while it would open the portal back from the time in whence he came.

The man smiled slightly as he thought about how easy life was for him in certain aspects but the smile quickly faded as he focused on the task at hand.

Saving his baby brother and bring him home.

Chaos.

Confusion.

Panic.

Were three of the descriptive words that flooded her mind as she ran through the doors of San Francisco Memorial Hospital, screaming her lungs out for help. Her baby, her little boy was dying before he even really had a chance to live and she had to do what was necessary to stop it from happening.

"Someone please help me!" she yelled as loudly as her voice box would allow.

From her view point she could see almost thirty injured men, woman and children some serious, some not but they were all bleeding in various areas with tears in their eyes as they too cried out for assist, struggling and praying for their voices to be heard over the frantic shouting of the medical staff as they yelled out codes and medical terms she didn't understand while Leo followed close behind her, carrying the still body of her youngest child.

Suddenly a small voice cried out "Mommy it hurts. Please make it stop. It hurts so much" causing her stop short, momentarily forgetting that her child was a grown man. She started to answer him when her eyes caught sight of a little boy around the age of nine or ten with shaggy brown hair and bright green eyes that held tears as the drops of old slid down his reddened cheeks. Looking over the child that she knew her own would resemble one day her eyes unwilling rested upon the source of his discomfort. She couldn't help but gasp as she watched his right arm dangle just out of it's socket as the worried mother cried while trying to sooth her son's pain and search the room for a doctor or nurse that could help.

Spotting a free gurney just a few feet to the left of her Piper called out to Leo "Leo lay Chris down over there and help that little boy" she said knowing that her husband could get the dislocated limb back into place with little or no effort at all.

"What!" he practically screamed at the woman who nodded in the direction of the mother and son.

"Leo please" she begged.

"Please what Piper? We have to help our son we don't have time for this!"

"What if that were Chris or Wyatt? Wouldn't you want someone to help them?" she spoke with a pleading look as someone bumped into her roughly almost causing the woman to fall over. And she would have, had she not grabbed onto the gurney in front of her in time.

Looking between his son and the boy who could be his twin if it weren't for the age difference Leo laid the boy down and went over to the injured child, gabbing a few wooden sticks along the way for the boy to bite down on while he fixed the injury.

After she made sure that Leo was able to help the child she shifted her focus to the very still body of the son she didn't know she had until now.

He was so pale.

Deathly pale and his already shallow breathing had trickled down to almost nothing, throwing her into a full on panic attack.

She had to get Leo. It these were her sons last moments the man had every right to be there. To say all the things he needed to say so he would be able to stand the sight of his younger self without breaking down with regret.

She was now sorry that she had made the man leave their child after all he was what was most important at the moment. The screaming and yelling in the back ground became almost unbearable as all the voices mixed into to one deafening noise as her world began to spin out of control.

"HELP!" she screamed adding her voice to the madness taking place around her as her eyes filled with salt water once again.

She never felt so helpless and out of control in all her life.

Piper Halliwell, the charmed one, the powerful witch and once wife of an Elder never felt so ineffectual, lost and scared before making the situation even more agonizing.

"It's ok baby. Everything's going to be alright. Just hold on. Please. Just hold on for Mommy" she spoke softly into the boy's ear, hoping that he could hear her.

"Piper" she barely heard the father of her two children call out from behind her.

"Leo!" she replied not removing her hand from her sons' now cooling one. "We have to do something, we're losing him"

She didn't under much of what was going on and she didn't care. All she wanted, all she needed was to know that her son was going to be ok. That she wasn't going to lose him, not at such a young age.

God why was life so unfair to her? To her family? Wasn't it enough that death had taken her mother, grandmother and sister away, now it wanted to take her baby too?

"Move him over here" the familiar voice spoke to her again as she moved her son closer to one of the emergency rooms where three people where already being operated on.

"Someone please help us! Our son's sick. Please, he's dying" the Elder cried out to those around him when only one answered.

"I'm sorry Sir but you're going to have to wait. There was a major accident where a two buses collided with a train and we're working as quickly as we can to save as many people as possible" he said looking over the boy "besides your son doesn't look as bad off as some of the others so I'm afraid he gonna have to wait a while"

"NO! You don't understand" Piper cried out, trying to explain to the doctor that her sons' injury was internal.

But it was no use. The man had already turned and entered back into the room where he was busy helping a man who was bleeding heavily and was missing half of his right leg.

"No, this can't be happening" the woman sobbed into her hands knowing that her son's life was nearing the end. "Leo, Leo please try to heal him again"

"Piper I can't" the man responded not only because they were in public but because he knew it wouldn't work. This was a mortal illness and there for nothing he could do.

"JUST DO IT DAMN IT!" she screamed not understanding his logic.

Why couldn't he heal their son? What the fuck kind of Elder couldn't heal!

"DON'T YOU THINK I WOULD IF I COULD PIPER? Damn it he's my son too! I don't want to lose him either"

Right then Leo spotted a young man running through the doors of the ER while grabbing for medical scrubs. Before anyone could take notice of this Leo ran up the man and dragged him in the direction of his son.

"You have to help our son, please!" the man said pointing to the motionless body that lay on a gurney before him.

"Sir please, I know you're upset but your son is not in need of my help like the others are but I promise the second everything slows down I'll take care of him" the doctor spoke in a solemn voice not bothering to question their youth in comparison to the age of their son.

"No, you will not let my son die damn it!" Piper said having had enough of the smart yet very naïve professionals. "His injuries are internal and if you don't help him soon he will die! Now please Mister, please. Just help my little boy"

"Ok, what were his symptoms?" the blond male said giving into the pleas of the boy's parents.

"He had server pain in his head followed by heavy bleeding through the nostrils" Leo said giving the doctor a knowing look.

"How long has he been having these headaches?" the man asked while opening the closed eye lids of the boy raveling white eyes with red blotches of blood.

"NOOOOO!" the boy's mother screamed out in horror before dropping to her knees. She had never seen anything so awful in her life. Leo quickly rushed to her sides as the doctor called out

"I NEED TWO NURSES IN ER 4 STAT!"

"My baby! Please help my baby" the woman continued to scream as two woman escorted the doctor into the emergency room.

Leo could do nothing but rock the hysterical woman in his arms back and forth as they waited beside the room where the fight to save his son's life was ragging on but deep down, in the mist of the pain, confusion, guilt and hope there was nothing but despair.

The despair that went along with the sadness of watching the life of your child fade away.