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Chapter 3

The Charmed ones and Leo were fuming; Chris had been lying to them since they first met him. Even Phoebe, who was slightly more trusting and forgiving of Chris than the others, was ready to kill him with her bare hands.

"So what do we do?" Paige asked.

"We should probably…"

But they never heard the end of what Piper was going to say because at that moment, Chris stepped through the wall in front of them. He looked like he had calmed down a bit, and there was even a glimmer of what could have been guilt on his face. They were about to ask for an explanation, when Leo shot a violent stream of lightening straight at Chris.

They didn't have time to be shocked at Leo's actions. They had noticed that Chris hadn't been hurt by the lightening at all. He had put up a shield that was just like Wyatt's, only it was green

How many powers does he have? Phoebe thought incredulously, I've already seen at least 5 and for we know he could have more. Who the hell IS he?

However, she was quickly interrupted from her musings. Leo was advancing on Chris (who had had the sense not to lower his shield yet) with an almost murderous look on his face. She was actually almost afraid; she had never seen Leo so livid. She would hate to be in Chris's shoes right now.

"You son of a BITCH!" Leo yelled at him, "What the hell are you? You're a demon, aren't you? You stole the power to orb from some whitelighter, didn't you? Hell, I bet you KILLED a whitelighter for it." He paused, pacing around the outside of the shield. "WELL? Answer me! Who are you working for?"

Chris, to his credit in Phoebe's opinion, took a deep breath and stayed calm while stating clearly and firmly, "Leo, I'm not working for anyone and I'm definitely not a demon. The truth is I'm part witch, part whitelighter, and I came back from the future to save Wyatt."

"How do we know you're telling the truth? You've lied to us before. We just can't trust you anymore." Paige said, an edge to her voice.

"Ok, fine. Don't believe me," Chris argued, "Can we just vanquish the demon and get out of here and deal with it later please?"

"Why so hasty?" The demon interrupted, sounding, as always, unnaturally cheerful for a demon. "We haven't all got to know each other yet, and you, whitelighter, are starting to seem more interesting than I originally thought. Part witch eh? Shall we see if you have interesting memories to go with those powers?"

At this, Chris visibly paled and began to look quite ill.

"What's the matter Chris? You hiding something?" Leo pressed, momentarily forgetting about the demon.

Chris glared at him and retorted, "Yes actually, there's just something's about the future that you can't know, however much you want to, or even however much I want to tell you. You just can't know."

The demon clearly had other ideas, before they knew what was happening they were stood in a child's bedroom. They looked around and saw that there was a small dark haired boy with green eyes lying on the bed, fully clothed. They didn't have to ask, it was undoubtedly Chris, what did surprise them was that he had a nasty black eye and a split lip.

The Charmed ones and Leo turned to Chris with a questioning look. Phoebe was the one who voiced the question. "What happened to you?"

Chris didn't seem at all perturbed at the question, or at the sight of his injured younger self. He merely said, with a hint of resentment in his voice, "My father dropped in for a visit."

Piper was shocked, "Your father did that to you? I was expecting you to say that you got into a fight at school or something! But you can't be more than 8 years old there, what had you done?"

"Chris sighed, "Nothing much, I dropped a glass of juice and he was already in a bad mood."

The group stared wide eyed at him before Piper sputtered, "But… your mother, didn't she do anything about it?" Before adding as an afterthought, "or did she hit you as well?"

This last question made Chris show a little more emotion, "No!" He snapped at Piper, "My mother never laid a finger on me. And she never did anything about my father… because…" he sighed, "She never did anything because she never knew."

"What?" Paige asked incredulously, "How could she not notice? I mean you are obviously injured and if this happened on a regular basis…"

"No, it didn't happen that much. My father wasn't around much anyway, and he didn't always hit me that hard, and the times he did, well…"

"Well what?" Leo prompted.

"See for yourself," Chris answered gesturing back at his younger self.

They all looked at the boy on the bed and saw that he now showed no visible sign of injury and was now telekinetically making a set of colourful marbles whiz around in the air.

"But what happened to your bruises?" Phoebe asked.

"Glamouring," Chris answered, "By the time I was six I was an expert at it."

"And, how were you making the marbles fly?" Leo asked suspiciously.

Chris looked exasperated, "telekinesis."

"Another power? How can you have so many? Did you steal them?" Leo asked, never letting go of the idea that Chris was evil.

Before Chris could answer, the door began to open. Inside Chris began to panic. This was it, it would be his mum, or another member of his family, and his cover would be blown. By a stroke of good luck, the demon evidently was getting bored with this memory or something, because there was a brilliant flash of white light and the scene was replaced with another.

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to be continued…