A/N: Alright, this is a flashback to the battle Chris mentioned in the last chapter, the Chris we all know and love will be referenced to as Chris and Christian will be Kit.
Alright? Everybody got that? Well now that's settled… on with the show.
Chapter three
A bloody battle was raging in the streets of San Francisco, although they were winning the Resistance were suffering terrible casualties. It got worse when the tyrant Wyatt Matthew Halliwell orbed in.
Christopher Peregrine Halliwell and Christian Perry were in the thick of it.
"Kit orb out!" Chris yelled at his friend.
"Chris I'm staying. You need my help." Kit reasoned, "You shouldn't even be out here!"
"Wyatt's coming!" Chris yelled as he fired another arrow from the crossbow in his hand, "Kit please. I need you to go."
Suddenly Kit just stopped and there was nothing to fight. Kit stared at him, "What did you see?"
Chris reached out to his friend, "Please. I don't want to lose you too."
Orbs descended before the two men as the battle resumed, "Hello little ones." Wyatt smirked.
Chris waved his hand and when Kit didn't disappear in a swirl of blue orbs the young witchlighter turned to face his brother, "Wyatt no. Please."
"What's the matter little one? You see this all could have been avoided if you two joined me."
Wyatt made a slight gesture and Kit suddenly fell sprawled at the Twice blessed's feet. Chris's hand went to the sword on his hip, "I wouldn't if I were you Chrissy…"
Wyatt wrapped his fingers around the hilt of Excalibur and rose it high above Kit's body, "Please Wyatt. Please don't do this."
"Well join me then. Both of you and this can all go away."
"Don't you dare Chris." Kit's defiant green eyes looked up at his friend, "We won't join you."
"Is that your final answer too Chrissy?"
Chris bit his bottom lip and looked down at his best friend then back up at his brother, "Yes."
Wyatt brought the sword crashing down into Kit's stomach, the dark haired witch bit his lip to stop Wyatt getting the satisfaction of hearing him scream. Yanking the sword from the fallen witch he watched with morbid fascination as the blood ran down the blade and trickling onto his fingers.
He turned to the witchlighter, "Ya know what Chris? I don't think I'm gonna kill you. Me thinks I'll just hurt you a little."
Chris didn't see it coming, Wyatt simply disappeared and Chris couldn't sense him until he reappeared before him, ramming Excalibur through the young witch's stomach.
He could hear Wyatt's laughter as the tyrant orbed away, Chris forced himself to crawl to Kit leaving a blood trail behind him.
"Hey." Kit smiled weakly, blood trickling down his chin.
"Hey, just hold on okay? Just hold on."
"Chris." He said softly, then repeated himself as strongly as he could, "Chris!" Scared green orbs pooling with unshed tears looked down at the relaxed green of his friend.
"Sorry."
Kit's eyes narrowed as he read the witchlighter's face, "I never realised how much it was like looking in a mirror…"
"Twins." Chris coughed, "Always."
"L…It's not your…fault. Finish what we started Chris. He can be saved."
Chris nodded, "I promise." He whispered, squeezing Kit's hand, "I won't let you down."
Kit smirked, "I know."
Kit's breathing started to shallow out, "No, no, no, please Kit. Stay with me. Don't leave me."
Kit gave Chris one last brilliant smile, "You're never alone Chris. Remember that." With that Christian Perry took his last breath and closed his eyes, never to open them again.
Chris felt a coldness wrap around him and could not ignore the block spots invading his sight. He rested his head on Kit's chest and let the darkness envelop him.
The demons were called to retreat and left the Resistance members standing confused but when they turned they saw why the army had attacked, there, in the middle of the street was the crumpled forms of Kit and Chris. Darryl and Leo rushed over, Leo rolled Chris off Kit and tried to heal Kit. When that didn't work he turned his attention to Chris, slowly the wound cleared up and Chris' eyes fluttered open, "Ch-"
"He's dead Kit." Leo said, pulling the lifeless body of Christian Perry into his arms thinking it was his son.
Darryl helped Chris up and helped Leo take Kit's body back to headquarters. His mind was racing, they thought he was Kit. Everyone thought Christopher Halliwell was dead and Christian was alive and Chris, as selfish as it seems, didn't want to correct them.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, "Kit."
Chris looked up into the face of his father, "I'm so sorry Leo, I, I should have protected him."
Leo smiled, "Chris could protect himself. Always could. So much like his mother."
Chris smiled warmly, "Yeah."
"Kit I want you to tell me who killed my son."
"It was Wyatt." Chris said with downcast eyes, "He wanted us to join him. We refused."
He could sense Leo's rage, he reached out and took Leo's hands, a soft blue light emanating from his palms, "Leo. We can save them."
FLASH FORWARD 24 hours
The entire Resistance stood around the funeral pyre and stared at the limp form of Christopher Halliwell (Actually Christian Perry).
Kit (Christopher) walked up to the pyre and gently touched the dead witch's face, "I love you brother." He whispered.
Taking a step back he put the lit torch to the pyre and watched it begin to burn, moving back next to Leo they all began to chant:
That which came from earth,
Has returned to the earth.
That which belonged to the spirit
Has returned to the Ancient Ones.
"As life is a day, so our brother
has passed into the night.
The fire of our life, the memories
And courage, the strength given
to us by our brother blesses
this circle. Let this newfound
freedom be your only concern Christopher.
O' blessed spirit we bid
You await a new destiny."
'Kit' smiled sadly as he stared at Christians body go up in flames, the farewell was for both astral twins, Christopher had disappeared and Christian had finally found peace from his terrible nightmares.
Months passed and for all intensive purposes Christopher Halliwell was dead, this let 'Kit' do all he needed to procure the items he needed to save Wyatt. Chris and Kit had spent countless nights discussing the possibility of travelling back in time to before Chris' birth.
That was where it had all started, both boys were sure of it.
'Chris.' The voice was so soft, so pleading, the young Halliwell looked up and into the pained brown eyes of Bianca Morgan.
He didn't say anything and Bianca continued, "How could you let them think you were dead?" still quiet. Not mad, just sad and curious.
"I needed to be able to exist. If I were me…they would barely let me leave the meeting room. I can't be that person Bianca, Kit's death was a way out. We're so alike no one noticed."
"I did."
"I know."
Chris pulled her into a kiss, pulling back he said, "We need to talk." He sat her down and proceeded to tell her his and Kit's plans and what he needed her help to do.
A/N: Not exactly happy with this but I hope you like it.
