Chapter five

Chris looked at her as if she were insane, "He couldn't have been here. Even he doesn't have that much power."

"Chris he was here." Prue insisted, "He pulled you over the railing, Chris he saved your life."

I got you, you're safe now, I got you.

Chris shook his head in complete denial, "No." he ran his hands through his hair with a pained expression, "No."

"Chris he was here."

Chris fingered the leather wristband on his right wrist, Prue watched as he took it off and revealed a jade half of a triquetra, "Oh my god, Chris!"

"I know Prue, I just, I couldn't part with it."

The Halliwell sisters walked in and saw the jade pendant, "Ooh that's pretty!" Phoebe chirped, "Can I look?"

"I suppose so." Chris handed the wristband to Phoebe and as soon as she touched it she was thrown into another premonition.

Phoebe's Premonition

Chris sat in the armchair struggling with something around his neck, he drew his hands away with a hiss of pain, "Stop trying to get the collar off Christopher. It won't work."

Chris refused to look at the source of the voice and said, "I was trying to take off the necklace, it's itching my neck, quite annoying."

Wyatt walked over to Chris and undid the necklace, "So what do you suggest I do with this?" he dangled it in front of Chris' face teasingly.

"I don't know." Chris snapped, "It's not like it means anything anymore."

"And we were having such a nice day Christopher." He clenched the pendant in one large fist then his other hand shot out and grabbed Chris' wrist.

"Let me go! You're hurting me!" Chris struggled.

"Shut up!" Wyatt roared and instantly the younger witch backed down, Wyatt undid the leather wristband around Chris' wrist.

"What are you doing?" Melinda asked as she walked in.

Wyatt pressed the triquetra pendant into the leather band and then wrapped it back around Chris wrist, uttering a spell to render it waterproof and so Chris wouldn't be able to tamper with it, "There." He smiled softly at his brother.

Chris glared at Wyatt, "Why do you have to do that?" he asked.

"Do what?"

"Confuse me."

"I don't understand." Wyatt shook his head, feigning innocence.

"One minute you're all Source of all Evil Wyatt and the next you're the Wyatt I grew up with. MAKE A DESCISION!"

"Why don't you go to bed, have a rest?" Melinda suggested.

"Stop looking at me like I'm going to break! Don't think by telling me I should have a rest you're going to get me to shut up!"

Melinda walked over to where the chain connected to Chris' collar was connected to the wall and undid it, glaring at Wyatt she tugged slightly on the chain, "Come on Christopher, come to bed."

Begrudgingly Chris rose from the armchair and followed his sister, Melinda fastened the chain to the wall beside the bed, "Why do you have to do that Christopher?"

"Melinda don't start." Chris rubbed his temples, "Please."

"We're trying to help you Chris! God! Can't you see we're the only ones who care about you?"

Chris lay back on the cushions as Melinda settled herself above him, "If you two cared about me as much as you claim you do, you wouldn't keep me locked up like a prisoner."

Melinda kissed him gently, "Chris." She murmured, "It's all for you, we made this world so we could protect you from all the bad stuff."

He ran his hands through her hair, "Sis, this is the bad stuff."

End premonition

Chris shifted uncomfortably under Phoebe's gaze, "Stop looking at me like that."

"How else can I look at you?" she asked.

"How about like a human being instead of a freak?" he asked sarcastically.

"Pheebs, what did you see?" Piper asked softly.

"Melinda and Wyatt…" she trailed off, "It doesn't matter."

Shaken, the empath walked out of the door and back to her room.

"Would you mind if I slept a little longer?" He asked Piper as a yawn escaped his lips.

Piper nodded, "Sure."

They all walked out leaving Chris alone, slowly the young witch drifted back into sleep and began to dream.

Now it wasn't the most pleasant of dreams but for once it wasn't a dream of his brother and sister. But for once it wasn't the apocalypse his siblings would bring down on mankind but it was a dream of love, Bianca.

Her red hair spilled over her shoulders as she walked toward him, "Hello Chris."

He smiled at the Phoenix, "Come to kill me Bianca?"

The woman walked toward him, holding an athame, suddenly it disappeared, "No Chris."

Chris smiled as Bianca wrapped her arms around him and kissed him hard, "I love you Christopher."

"I love you too." He whispered. The words seemed hollow, he wasn't truly capable of love at nineteen, not after everything he'd been through with Wyatt and Melinda, they had taken away part of him he'd never had the chance to define. But this was as close as he was going to get, he loved her as much as he could. She was his.

He woke in a daze, for a second Chris thought he could feel her next to him, turning his head he almost fell off the bed, there lay his sister, her brown eyes studying his every movement. She leant over, kissed his nose and disappeared.

Chris got up and walked out of the room, his eyes clouded over, mulling over what the appearance of both his siblings meant, and then he knew. They wanted him to go back to the compound, they wanted the three of them to be a family again.

Despite his sometimes-violent objections Chris truly missed his siblings, he'd broken all his ties with Wyatt and Melinda on his nineteenth birthday and managed to escape the confines of the lavish mansion.

The loneliness the broken bonds had created almost killed him, he tried to fill the void with hunting, organising a Resistance and bringing in more people to aid in their efforts. He'd gone crazy in the process and had what was left of his family drag his ass back down to sane-ville kicking and screaming. But it was never enough, he could never, ever stay fully grounded.

Massacring demon hoards kept him focused, and sometimes he felt a flicker of warmth in the empty parts of his soul as he watched the demons burn. But nothing could really replace the hole where his brother and sister had once been.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, turning around he saw Piper smiling sadly at him, "Whatcha thinking about?"

"Wy and Mel." He murmured, "And how much I miss them."

"Despite what they did to you? To the family?"

He looked his mother in the eye, "I know, but they're my family. You don't turn your back on family."