A/N: Sorry for the evil way the last one ended. I had to torture Chris a little. Don't worry, he won't be sad the whole story!

This is my 5th story in my series. I have had a couple people ask, so the order of my stories is as follows:

The Sextet of Time

Time Loop

Destiny Unleashed

A Fine Line Between Heaven & Hell

Not This Time (& Never Again) – current story!

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Thunder crashed over his head as the rain poured down in hard pelting sheets, soaking his clothing. He didn't notice, as he stared down at the gravestone. "Maya Elizabeth Halliwell; 2005-2026" the script read. The engraving of two rings entwined forever in stone taunted him. They'd never had a chance. A dark lighter had seen to that.

Chris Halliwell fell to his knees in the freshly dug dirt, feeling mud seep up into his pants. He traced Maya's name with one shaking finger. "I'm so sorry, Maya. I'm so sorry!" Tears mingled with the rain as he cried. Unconsciously, his grief fed the storm as the thunder ripped again, shooting blasts of lightning down. The wind started to howl ferociously, blowing Chris' shaggy hair across his forehead. "I should have protected you. I promised to. God, Maya, I'll fix this. I swear, I'll fix it. I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm so sorry!" His hands flashed, sending a lightning bolt of his own skittering across the empty graveyard.

"Chris!" Wyatt's voice rang through the empty graveyard. "Chris, you have to stop this! Look at what you're doing. Chris, your grief is destroying the city! There are flash floods all over the city, not to mention lightning damage. I know you miss her, Chris. But you have to stop this! You're too powerful to grieve this deeply. Please, Chris, come home with me. We're your family, let us help you."

Chris whirled on his brother. "Leave me alone, Wyatt! My family…my wife is lying there… cold…covered in dirt! What the HELL good is magic, Wyatt? Huh? A dark lighter took a pot shot at my wife, and she died for it. She died on our wedding day! What am I supposed to do, look back on our thirty seconds of wedded bliss before she was assassinated? I can't do that! I have to fix this. This isn't right. This wasn't her destiny, Wy. It wasn't. She…we…Evil wasn't supposed to win this time. It's not fair. It's not right. I'm fixing this. I am."

Chris' voice was filled with tension and pain. The lightning cracked down again, severing a tree limb in the parking lot. Chris was shaking, unable to think about anything except Maya.

"She wouldn't want this, Chris. She would never have let you do this, not for her. The entire thing sucks, Chris. She didn't deserve this. But it happened Chris. Whether or not you believe that it was her destiny, it still happened Chris. The poison was too strong. But Chris, at least she died knowing how much you loved her. Hold onto that, it won't steer you wrong."

Chris stared at his brother bitterly. "Is that supposed to make me feel any better? She loved me. Big deal. Is that knowledge going to sleep beside me at night, is it going to whisper to me when I have a bad day? Is that knowledge supposed to give me the babies that should have been hers? It is going to do any damn bit of good except perpetuate a lie, Wyatt? The knowledge is fine, Wy. But I want her instead." The rain continued to pour down as Chris yelled at his brother.

"Chris, I know how you feel, ok?" Wyatt started.

"NO! NO! DON'T YOU EVEN START THAT WITH ME WYATT! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW I FEEL! ABBY IS STILL HERE! SHE'S WAITING FOR YOU AT HOME." Chris screamed, fully enraged. He orbed away from Wyatt, purposely putting up a shield to block Wyatt from finding him.

"Chris! CHRIS!" Wyatt yelled after him. "Damn it." Wyatt walked over to the gravestone Chris has so recently vacated. "I'm sorry, Maya. Please forgive me. I don't know how to help him with this. I'm so sorry." He whispered to the grave before orbing back to the manor.

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"Quick, I need another bucket over here!" Patience yelled, running with a full bucket of rain water to dump down the sink. The Manor roof was riddled with weak spots and holes due to the many demon fights that had taken place in it.

"Bucket" Paige orbed a pail under the hole that Patience had just found. She looked up as Wyatt orbed back in. "Oh, good, you're back. Where's Chris? He needs to quit with this storm!"

"He's blocking me Aunt Paige."

"What? I thought you said you'd found him!" she screeched.

"I did, but then I guess I pissed him off, because he orbed off, and now he's blocking me." Wyatt rubbed his forehead tiredly.

"Oh, Wy. That's not good. We have to find him. He's got to stop this before he destroys the entire city!"

"Call everyone together. I've got an idea." Wyatt suddenly snapped his head up, and orbed out.

"Yeah, sure. No problem." Paige muttered to herself, before heading downstairs to collect the family.

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"What's going on here?" Piper asked curiously, staring at the assembled family sitting in the attic.

"Wyatt called a meeting, then orbed off. He should be back in a second. I think he has a plan about Chris." Paige answered calmly.

Wyatt orbed in as Piper started to speak again. "Okay, look, here's the rundown. Chris has gone off my radar. He's actively blocking me, because he's pissed at me. His grief, as you all know, is fueling this storm. I just came back from checking with Darryl, and there have already been four deaths associated with this storm. That makes this our responsibility to stop him before he harms anyone else. I've got a plan, but it's risky."

"How risky, Wy?" Leo asked curiously. He wasn't used to seeing Wyatt in this take- charge mode. That was normally Chris' forte.

"Time travel risky."

"Time travel! No, Wyatt, you have no idea what else you might change! There has to be a different way." Piper protested. She herself had time traveled enough to know that the least mistake could cost the entire future.

"Mom, we have to fix this. Chris is a basket case. We're going to lose him completely, and that can't happen. If it does, the world as we know it ends. If we don't get him back, and fix this, this storm is going to continue. And it's only going to get worse. The worse his grief and anger gets, the worse this storm will get. Do you really think that this is the worst thing the weather can throw at us? Mark my words, if we don't get him under control of his own emotions, we're going to see the really bad stuff soon, like hurricanes, tornados, typhoons, earthquakes…"

"Wyatt, to go back in time, just to save Maya will have severe personal gain repercussions." Leo warned.

"How can it be personal gain when his grief has cost innocents their lives? We are saving innocents here, dad. How many more people do you think are going to die? When even a natural disaster with no magical ties hits, thousands, sometimes millions of people die. What do you think is going to happen when it has a magical force pushing it along? Here's a hint. Do the letters D.O.A ring a bell?"

"I agree with Wyatt." Phyra said quietly. "Look, Chris can't keep going on like this. If he does, he's so powerful, that it's not just the city in trouble, it'll be the entire country, maybe even the world. How long do you guys think the elders are going to let it go on before they step in and recycle him for the greater good. We can't let that happen. I say, we get Chris back, then explain our plan to him."

"The only problem is, I can't find him. He's blocking me. Dad, Aunt Paige, I need you guys to try." Wyatt sighed.

Leo & Paige nodded, and closed their eyes, trying to sense for Chris. Almost simultaneously they opened their eyes, and shook their heads. "He's blocking us too."

"Let me try, Wy." Phyra begged.

"Phy, you don't know how to sense yet. This isn't the time to start teaching you how. We have to get Chris back first, honey." Wyatt said gently.

"But, Wy, don't you get it? This is the perfect time. Chris knows I don't know how to sense. So he won't be blocking me! It's the fastest way to find him, Wy! C'mon, please? Let me try."

Wyatt smiled. "Alright. You have a point. What's the worst it can do? Okay, close your eyes, and concentrate. Think of Chris, think of where he is and how much you want to find him. Then picture a scrying crystal and map in your mind. Let the crystal in your mind spin, and then drop as you're thinking of Chris. Once it drops, look at the location. That's where we'll find him."

Phyra obediently closed her eyes and did as Wyatt instructed. "Cool" she breathed. "He's at the park where they got married."

Wyatt smiled, and put her face in one hand. "Great job, munchkin. Thanks."

He orbed away quickly, returning a few seconds later with an angry, hissing Chris in hand. "What the HELL part of LEAVE ME ALONE didn't you GET?" Chris screamed at his brother.

"Chris, stop, please. We've got a plan!" Wyatt started.

"I don't want to hear it. I don't give a damn about what demon is after whom. All I want it to be left alone! Why can't you just get that?" Chris' pain was obvious. Grief lined his face, and tears ran unchecked down his cheeks.

"It's not about a demon. We're going to get Maya back!" Phyra yelled, seeing him about to orb out.

"Wh…What are you talking about? Even we can't bring back the dead." Chris said dully.

"No, but we can change time to make sure it doesn't happen in the first place." Wyatt answered softly.

Chris turned, the tears drying on his cheeks, but for the first time in days none came to replace them. "We can't do that, Wy. What if it changes things even worse?"

"What's worse than dead, Chris?" Phyra asked quietly.

"Someone else could get hurt instead. Just because I want Maya back doesn't mean that I want to lose someone else instead, Phy. I don't want to sacrifice one of you for the Maya's sake. She wouldn't want that either." The storm outside was starting to calm, the rain slowing to a drizzle instead of the steady downpour.

"Chris, I have a plan. It should work. We go back in time, change this. Worse come to worse, and something else happens, then we can change it again back to this. But at least, then you would have had time to say your good-byes. You would have the comfort of those few days together. Chris, come on, at least try it. We both know that even though you're a little bit calmer now, this isn't over. You're still deeply grieving, and chances are you're still going to have bursts of rage. When that happens, you're going to trigger Mother Nature's wrath. I have no idea why, but it seems to be one of your powers. When your emotions get volatile, so does the weather."

Chris looked guiltily around the attic. "I didn't mean…" he trailed off as he looked out the window.

"Honey, we know that. I didn't mean to do it either after you came to the past before. It's not your fault. We just need to make sure that the storms stop. That's all." Piper walked over and hugged her baby close. She had no powers of empathy, but still felt his pain all too clearly.

"Listen, I've got a spell to take us back, but Chris, you're the one with the time travel powers. I need your help, okay?"

"You're sure about this Wy? This isn't going to backfire on us?" Chris asked anxiously.

"No, Chris, it's not going to backfire. We'll be fine." Wyatt lied. In truth he had no idea how it was going to work out. He just knew it was something they had to try.

"Alright. Since you dragged me back here…wait a second. I know I was blocking you and Dad and Aunt Paige. How'd you find me?" Chris asked, side-tracked.

"I did it! I sensed for you, Chris!" Phyra exclaimed excitedly.

"Wh…How long have you known how to do that?" He asked confused.

"About fifteen minutes. Wyatt showed me how. It was my idea. See I knew that you wouldn't block someone you didn't think could sense for you anyway. So it was perfect!"

Chris smiled, a small little grin, for the first time since his wedding day. "Yeah, perfect. Good for you, Phy." He turned to Wyatt, suddenly all business. "Okay, where's your spell?"

"Right here" Wyatt tapped the side of his head, having memorized the spell.

"Okay, shoot." Chris replied. He grabbed the chalk, and drew the triquetra, using his time traveling abilities to bring open a vortex. The spell would tell them where to go.

Powers unite to re-create fate,

Send us now through time and life..

Let us go, and not be late,

Powers combine to save Chris' wife.

Wyatt finished the spell as he and Chris stepped up to the vortex, and stepped through it. Phyra yelped in fear and surprise as she found herself being sucked with Chris and Wyatt into the vortex. The blue triquetra closed and Paige yelled in denial. "You two better keep her safe." She muttered at the chalk lines.