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Summary: Big Chris saved his family and the whole world from being taken over by his evil brother. Now his younger self has to pay the prize.
A/N: See chapter 1!
Chris awoke from a sudden cold at his legs. He tried to open his eyes and closed them immediately again when a sharp light created a crucial pain in his eyes. He groaned and turned around noticing someone lying in the bed with him. He managed to open his eyes again and got a look a the sleeping naked form of his girlfriend lying next to him. Her sight made Chris smile slightly.
She had the sheet around her lower back and a few strains of her hair were hanging into her face. Chris brushed them out without Bianca waking up and tried to get out of the bed. He groaned at nearly every move and as soon as he realized that he was naked too, he tried to spot his clothes. He eventually managed to put his boxers and a t-shirt on and left the room in search for a bathroom. As soon as he found what he was looking for, he found himself puking into the closet. When he was finally ready he splashed some water into his face and walked downstairs into the kitchen where he found Mike, his girlfriend Kelly and George, another guy from the party, sitting around the table and drinking lots of coffee.
"Hey guys", Chris managed to get out before the sick feeling got him again.
"Hey Chris!" Only Kelly seemed to be sober enough to talk to him. George was lying on the table with his head and Mike looked into space as if he hadn't even noticed Chris' appearance. "Where's Bianca?"
"Still sleeping!" Chris sat down on one of the chairs around the table and positioned his head on the table like George. He looked up again when a cup of coffee was placed near his head and saw Kelly standing next to him.
"You want some coffee?"
Chris made a face. "If you don't mind, I kind of plan to stick on water."
Kelly shrugged. "Whatever you want." She took the coffee away again and placed a bottle of water in front of him.
"Thanks", he mumbled and wanted to put his head back on the table, when a noise from the door distracted him. He looked round and saw Binanca standing in the door frame wearing Chris' pullover and her jeans.
"Hey beauty", Chris greeted her warmly.
Bianca smiled. "You know I don't like it when you call me that first in the morning."
Chris grinned. "But it's the truth, you know. How could I not tell the truth?"
Mike snorted snapping out of his trance. "You ask this after promising your mother to have no alcohol, no drugs and no sex at the party yesterday?"
"How would you know?"
"I was at your house when she gave you the lecture three times, I know what's going on."
Chris shook his head. "You only think you know what's going on."
"So you wanna inform me?"
"I don't think so."
The phone rang suddenly outside the room and Mike got up to answer it. When he returned a minute later he looked at Chris. "Hey man, that was your mom! She wants you to come home immediately! Something about an emergency or something."
Chris sighed. "Damn! This is damn great!" He got up from the chair slowly. "I have to go. See you!" He left the room to go upstairs and Bianca followed him quickly.
When she caught up with him she looked around and whispered: "A demon?"
Chris shrugged. "I don't know. Usually they're not calling me home because the shower is not working!" He collected his other clothes together and suddenly looked at Bianca wearing his pullover.
"You want it back?" She asked and started to pull it off.
"No, forget it", Chris smiled and walked over to his girlfriend standing in the door frame. "Why don't you keep it until we meet again?"
"So you mean until the party tonight?"
The Halliwell laughed. "Yes, that's exactly what I meant." He kissed his girlfriend and turned round, so he stood in front of a big mirror. "Damn", he muttered when he caught sight of his pale face, the rings under his eyes and a love bite on his neck.
He turned around again to see that Bianca had closed the door. "Come on, do it. Your family is waiting."
Chris looked into the mirror and whispered careful: "Spirits fine; Turn image mine; Like it has been; the days I were sixteen." He closed his eyes a second and opened them again to see a perfectly health Chris standing in front of him.
He kissed Bianca goodbye and orbed out, knowing that Bianca would tell his friends a good story of how he got out of the house this fast.
Q—Q—Q—Q—Q—Q—Q
When he orbed into his room in the Halliwell Manor he threw his few things that the had taken with him onto the bad and left his room.
"Mom?" He called in the floor. He heard a noise from the attic and went upstairs very carefully. "Mom?" He opened the door to the attic to find his Mom and his aunts standing in front of the Book. "Hey Mom, what's the matter?"
Piper looked up. "Hey, sweetie. Sorry, that I had to call you home. We were attacked by a demon and we thought that we might need your help to vanquish it. But we just figured out that the potion needs at least two hours until it's ready. So sorry for calling you home so early."
Chris shrugged. "It's okay."
Piper hugged him for a second before leaving the attic to go down.
Paige closed the book and looked up. "Hey, Chris. Give your favourite aunt a hug."
"Hey", protested Phoebe. "I'm his favourite."
Paige grinned. "You only think you are!" She went over to hug Chris. "Hey, have you grown since the last time we met?"
Chris shook his head. "I don't think so. Since we met only two weeks ago. How's George?"
"Working a lot. I'm hardly seeing him at the moment. Sara is missing him a lot."
"Yeah, I think so. How is she?"
Paige shrugged. "You know her. Always running around, playing, asking, making trouble."
"Like every five year old, you mean?"
Paige laughed. "Yeah, exactly."
Phoebe went over from the book and pushed Paige aside. "Now, my boy, give your real favourite aunt a hug. And don't listen to anything Paige tells you about being your favourite. I know I am."
Chris smiled. "Yeah, of course."
"So how's Bianca. You're still going out, aren't you?"
"Yes, we are. She's good. We're planning on going our tonight if this thing doesn't need to much time. She'll come over, so if you happen to stay until then, you could talk to her."
Phoebe nodded. "I'd like to."
Piper entered the attic again. "I'm sorry to disturb you but we have a potion to work on."
"Yeah, of course", Phoebe agreed and went back to the book.
Paige nodded. "But we'll talk later, okay?"
Chris nodded. "Do you need me?" He asked feeling rather tired.
Piper shook her head. "No, we'll manage. Why don't you lie down again? I don't think you got enough sleep tonight."
Chris grinned. "Okay, wake me up when you're ready." He left the attic and went back into his room where he immediately fell down on his bed and were asleep nearly at the same time.
"You're really testing my temper, Chris." Wyatt stood in the door and looked down at his younger brother.
Chris was lying on the floor covered in blood, bruises all over his body. His body shook heavily when he lifted his head and looked at Wyatt. "Forget it."
"Oh come on. Tell me where they are and I'll show mercy."
Chris laughed out hard. "Mercy?" He coughed. "I don't think you know what mercy is any longer."
Wyatt kneeled down in front of his brother. "You think so? You would have died years ago if it wasn't for my mercy." He created a fire ball in his hand and stood up. "You know, I think it was a mistake not to kill you. But I'm all powerful, I can change that."
He threw the ball and Chris, who cried out in shear pain and agony.
Wyatt kneeled down again. "You remember the times when Mom always told us that the worst thing that could happen was one of us dying? There are worse things than death. I know it and you know it, too."
Chris forced his head up with all his remaining strength. "Don't talk about her."
Wyatt laughed. "You're still angry? After all these years you're still crying over Mommy's death? I didn't know that the resistance is full of babies. Now tell me where they hide!"
Chris shook his head carefully. "Never."
Wyatt threw another fire ball and Chris cried out in pain.
Chris sat up in his bed. He breathed heavily. He was covered in sweat. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself.
A knock on the door made him hold his breath.
"What?" he asked after a second knock.
"The potion is ready." Wyatt's voice was heard through the door. "We're leaving in ten minutes."
"Okay", Chris managed to bring out. "I'll be ready."
He heard Wyatt leave. Wyatt. Chris noticed a flash of anger coming up when he was thinking of Wyatt. His brother. A dictator. Two timelines combined in him. He closed his eyes again and tried to get calm. When he didn't notice any change he got up shakily and went to a box in the back. He opened it and put a knife out, which he immediately placed on his wrist. His hands shook violently as he pushed the knife on his arms and the blood started to flow. His hands got calmer with every cut and so got he.
Five minutes later he put the knife back into the box and used some handkerchiefs to clean his arm up. When there was no more blood flowing he stood up, looked into the mirror and murmured the same spell he had used in the morning.
After making sure that the bruises were indeed invisible he left the room.
TBC…
A/N: Please tell me if there are horrible language mistakes. I'd like to know and try to make it better.
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