Hi! Once again, I have written this instead of studying - but I actually know the stuff this time so it's fine. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. It has Chris in it again!

Hopefully, I got rid of all the mistakes but if I didn't, sorry.

"Leo," Paige called, orbing into the room.

Leo and Phoebe both jumped. They had both been occupied trying to hear Chris's near silent mumbling. They hadn't expected to be interrupted.

"Paige? What's wrong?" Leo asked.

He didn't miss the side-ways look that Paige shot Phoebe before she said, "there's a situation in the attic. Some people say that they're here from the future. They're Chris' family. One of them needs healing, apparently."

Leo was stunned. Chris's family had arrived from the future. He hadn't imagined that.

"What do they look like?" Phoebe asked. "Who are they?"

Paige gave Phoebe a worried look while Leo frowned. What did what they looked like have to do with anything?

"Leo," Paige pressed. "Healing? We'll stay here with Chris," she added, hastily. She grabbed Phoebe's arm as she said so.

"Okay," Leo nodded. He had a feeling that he was missing something, but Phoebe seemed equally in the dark about whatever was going on so he didn't feel quite so stupid. He looked down at Chris worriedly.

"Leo," Paige insisted. "Piper's alone up there," she reminded him somewhat forcefully.

Leo only nodded, confused, before he orbed upstairs.

"Piper?" He asked, "Paige said…" Leo didn't finish because, at that moment the caged Archer demon was hit in the chest with an arrow. He gave a pained screech as he burned to ash.

Leo spun around to see a horde of demons in the attic. Archer demons, just like the demon in the cage. But why had they killed him then? Leo wondered, but he didn't give much more thought to that. He didn't have time because he needed to focus on the demon attack.

One of the demons headed for Piper, and a young woman standing beside her. The woman, Leo noticed, looked vaguely familiar. Piper and the young woman moved to stand back to back, defending each other on both sides. They both had their hands raised, ready to attack. They could have been sisters. He didn't think much more about that either though, instead he shot lightning at the approaching demon.

There were two more women in the attic. The red-haired girl was orbing arrows out of the air and handing them to the second woman, clutching a bow. The bow wielding woman fired rapidly at every demon in sight.

A young man was crouched down in a corner, holding his head. Leo assumed that he was the one who Paige had called him to heal. A second man was standing in front of him, blocking him from any demon attacks while fending off the horde of demons with a dagger. He was holding up quite well, rapidly attacking and dodging while defended his companion.

A third man was stood in the middle of the fray, shooting fireballs at an alarming rate. Leo nearly froze in shock when he realised that he did know this man. What was Cole doing here?

A demon just behind Leo was suddenly thrown. Leo only noticed him by his cry when he was thrown across the room.

"Pay attention Leo!" The woman with Piper snapped.

Leo took the woman's words to heart, despite also wondering how this stranger knew his name. He wanted a lot of answers once this fight was finished.

Who was the red-haired girl with orbing powers? He didn't recognise her as a white lighter. Paige had said that they were from the future, so was she a future white lighter? And woman with the bow, that wasn't a conventional bow. It was a cupid's bow. Where had she gotten it? And what the hell was Cole doing here? How had the familiar looking woman known Leo's name?

Leo decided that those were questions for later. He shot lightning at the demons surrounding the two young men, seeing as everyone else seemed to be handling themselves quite well. He only needed to shock a handful of demons that were attacking the four women in the room. They held their own against the horde.

He expected as much from Piper, especially with Wyatt downstairs but it gave him another question to add to his list. Who were these people that they were fighting as well as a Charmed One?

~Poisoned~

"Chris."

Chris's head felt heavy. His mind was fuzzy. He couldn't get his thoughts together. He thought he could remember waking up like this before, but the memory slipped away from him before he could examine it. Something… something had happened, he knew.

"Chris, wake up."

Chris knew that voice, but he knew it couldn't be real. He wasn't… He was sick, wasn't he?

Chris had come to that conclusion the last time he woke up. His dad had been there. Or had he? He had heard Leo's voice, but his dad had still been in the future. The Leo who wasn't his father yet had been speaking to him, but that wasn't the same Leo he had heard talking. Had his dad contacted him from the future? Was that possible?

A stab of pain laced through his aching brain. He groaned.

What was wrong with him? He was too hot. He was too… Where was he? Who was calling him? What happened? Something had happened. Something bad. Something important.

Mel was coming but, why was she coming?

"Yes, Chris. I know you know," the voice encouraged.

"Tamora," Chris whimpered. His cousin. His little cousin had died. She had been murdered at his brother's hand.

Wyatt.

Chris's eyes shot open. "Wyatt," he muttered staring at the man before him.

It didn't matter though. This wasn't real. Wyatt wasn't really here. Yet, Chris could still see him standing in front of him.

His long blonde hair was unbrushed. His eyes were wild and his grin stretched across his face. Blood splatters covered his face and neck but the blood didn't show up against the blackness of his clothes. Much like the blackness of his soul, Chris mused.

"Oh, Chris. Ouch. I'm hurt," the hallucinate of Wyatt said, feigning hurt.

"You killed her," Chris replied.

"Are you referring to little Tammy? Or to your pretty Bianca?"

If this Wyatt weren't a hallucination, Chris would have strangled him where he stood. Even with his body shaking with exhaustion.

"You killed our family," Chris hissed.

Wyatt snarled. "Actually, Christopher, that was you. Who was it that couldn't save Mom?" The vision started to move, circling Chris like he was a lion and Chris was a downed gazelle, waiting to be killed. "Didn't you love her, Chrissy?" Wyatt asked rhetorically. "Did you want your Mommy to die? What is so wrong with you that you can't heal? Which one of us is really the monster, Chris? You say I'm evil, but I was able to love enough to heal." The hallucination hummed. "Would you be able to save little Mellie if I hurt her, I wonder? I'll have to test that."

"Don't you touch her," Chris growled, shaking in rage now. "Don't touch any of them."

"Oh, Chris," Wyatt sighed, pitifully. "Don't you know?" He grinned revealing rows of sharp, inhuman fangs "She's already dead."

"What?" The word dropped from Chris's mouth before he could stop it. His heart fell to his stomach. "No."

"Yes, Chrissy. We caught her trying to sneak into the Manor. She was trying to go back to save you, can you believe that? Even our little sister knew that I'm beyond saving, but you refuse to accept it. And now it's got her killed! Oh, how she screamed!" Wyatt sucked in a breath. "You should have heard her, clawing and kicking at every demon that came close. But," he sighed, "it wasn't enough in the end. She died like a true Charmed One did. Not like you, lying on a bed, wasting away."

Chris inhaled slowly, even as he felt a pressure grow on his chest. "You're wrong."

"What?"

Chris faced Wyatt head on. "You're wrong," he repeated. "You're not even real." Chris tapped a finger to his heart. "I can sense my family, I know she's still alive. You're not even here."

The hallucination laughed, bitterly. "Oh Chris. I'm not here right now," he darkened, the shadows that Wyatt liked to lounge in making him appear far more menacing as they wrapped around him like a cape. "But I will be," he promised.

Red and brown blobs hovered over him. His blurry vision made it difficult to make much else out. Was he dead now? Was he seeing Tam and his mother? No, Chris decided. His mother had been starting to go grey the last time he saw her alive. The perks of raising three witchlighters with an absent, Elder ex-husband, he supposed.

Chris pushed that thought away. Thinking of his mom still hurt, even in the past where he could see her – younger and not his mom – walking and talking, and living. He didn't want to be mad at Leo anymore, either. Either Leo. It probably wasn't good for his current state, however that was at the moment.

Who was over him? He wondered. Why was he lying down? He knew he was sick but… was he on a bed? That made sense.

"Chris?"

For a second, Chris panicked, but then he got a hold of himself. Wyatt wasn't here, he wasn't real. And that had been a woman's voice. A familiar woman's voice.

"Phoebe?" He croaked.

A cool hand over his forehead was the reply to that. He sighed in relief. Phoebe and Paige. And Wyatt. Little Wyatt. Chris could feel the tiny baby hands of his older brother poking at him earnestly, now that he knew he was awake.

He was safe. He was with his family. At least his family in the past.

Phoebe gasped when Chris shot up straight. "Mel," he gasped, then he slumped into himself, too weak to sit up straight. Phoebe caught him before he could fall and gently lowered him down. Or tried to.

"No," Chris murmured weakly but lucidly, unlike last time. "I need to… she's here, Phoebe. Here."

"Who's here, Chris?" Phoebe asked, still trying to push him down and stop him from hurting himself.

"My sister," Chris groaned as pain shot through his body from the sudden movement. There was a crashing sound upstairs and an inhuman shriek. "She's here," Chris moaned. Mel was in the past, and so were a whole load of demons, by the sounds of it. Fantastic.

Yay! Fighting! Or, my version of fighting which involves very little actual action because writing action is incredibly hard. Next up, everyone meets properly and Leo has many questions.