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Charmed has always been one of my favorites that I have always wanted to write about, so thank you for enjoying my story.
FlashFoward-is a flashback, but is Chris & Wyatt's flashback, so its actually from the future, and if you understand that you were doing better than me!
Future-is Chris & Wyatt's present time in the future, which may come up in a few chapters so it will have Piper & more, in Chris and Wyatt's present (future)
(Flash forward)
"Wyatt"!
Melinda Halliwell's voice bounced off the wall echoing through the manor she had grown up in as her eldest brother had found himself on the wrong end of a fireball.
The blonde was knocked off his feet and flung through the air, being blasted through the nearest wall—which last he checked hadn't been that close to him. Wyatt grunted as he attempted to remove the debris that was covering his body, though the first thing he saw was his teenage sister rushing to his aid.
"Where's Chris"? Wyatt asked Melinda as he kicked the last board off of his leg.
Melinda looked over her shoulder, the first thing she saw was the demon—the tall, strong, demon—lying on the floor from the potion she had thrown just moments before. As strong as the potion had been to mimicked her mother's power, it still wasn't strong enough. Even though the struggle when they locked eyes the demon smirked at her.
But, when she tore her eyes from the demon Melinda saw her brother barely propped up in the small space between the stairs, although for a split second she wasn't sure he was even alive.
The blood had soaked through most of his white shirt, some of it new and some of it old, he had spent most of the day in pain. The bruising to his face almost made him unrecognizable, her heart stopped.
But, as the ultimate fear set in Chris winced as he tried to set straight up.
"He's over there, you go get him," Melinda told her brother. "I'll stall".
"No, I will stall, I'm more powerful than you".
"On any other day that might be true but not today, you don't have your powers—the demon does," Melinda told him. "They think I don't have an active power".
"And you don't".
"No, but I am a telepath—if they have your powers and their own, I can channel it, and I'm willing to bet they don't know that, I haven't had the power all that long" Melinda told them helping her brother to her feet. "I can do this Wyatt".
"Your willing to bet our life on that"? Wyatt asked.
Melinda looked across the room to see the demon finally rising to their feet.
"We can still make this work," Melinda told him. "We have to—Chris's life depends on it".
Wyatt looked over at his brother, who was barely alive.
"If that dark lighter poison is in him too much longer he is dead anyways—and so is our entire family," Melinda told him. "What do you want to do"?
Wyatt looked up, the demon was inching closer and closer to them—they were out of time, and out of options. She was right.
"I'll meet you in the attic," Wyatt told his sister and said "give them hell" as he rushed off to his brother's aid.
Melinda had never been looked at as a threat, to anyone—perhaps that's why when Wyatt rushed off the demon across the room paid no attention to her.
Instead, a giant fireball formed in the palm of their hand and sent it flying across the room—directly at Wyatt's back, who was bent over helping his brother.
The demon was shocked when the fireball stopped less than an inch away from the twice blessed witch, as was Wyatt as he let out a sigh of relief.
Melinda smirked as her hand held the fireball steady in its place, enjoying the slight look of confusion on the demon's face. "This might hurt," she said with a smile and sent the fireball right back where it came from.
The teenager didn't wait around to see what or where the demon crashed, she assumed the grandfather clock would need a good fix again—but she rushed to her brother's side.
"Billie knows her stuff," Melinda said with a smile.
"That will keep them down, but not for long—help me, get his other side. We need to get upstairs" Wyatt told her. "Quickly".
Present
Piper laid with her head across her husband's chest, the warmth from the hot sun beating down on her through her open window.
Everything felt vague, all the events from the previous day happened in such fast-paced that all felt like a blur. She could recall the fear, the happiness, the sadness—but through all the emotions the rest was just in scattered pieces across her mind.
All that mattered was she got him back, she got Leo back, no matter what it was all worth it to have him here with her.
Piper opened her eyes and glanced up at her sleeping husband, a slight smile creeping across her face.
In an attempt not to wake Leo, she carefully pushed herself up—sitting up in her bed. The two had slept on their neatly made bed, having been so exhausted they didn't bother with crawling under the covers, the two didn't even worry about changing into something more comfortable. The married couple was still dressed in the same clothes from the previous day, wrinkles and all, though Piper was certain that had been in the same outfit for at least a decade.
Piper stood to her feet, she wasn't sure if it was how long that she had been asleep—or if she was still secretly exhausted but the witch stumbled from her bed into her dresser. She slowly staggered out of the room, careful to make as little noise as possible—though she found the more she walked the sturdier she became.
For the life of her, she couldn't remember when she fell asleep, let alone when she went to bed.
Actually, after realizing that Chris and Wyatt were stuck—unable to return to the future, she couldn't remember much of anything. She was sure she zoned out during one of Chris' freakouts, but she couldn't be sure.
Piper made her way downstairs, and the first thing she saw was Paige—asleep on the couch in front of the fireplace, and Phoebe was sitting at the dining room table, awake—shockingly enough.
"Have you been up all night"? Piper asked as she walked near her.
Phoebe scoffed. "God, no," she said shaking her head. "I slept in my old room, I went to bed not long after you".
"Does Coop know where you are"?
"You mean uncle Coop"? Phoebe asked as Piper sat across from her. She shrugged. "I guess he does, I don't know".
"There isn't trouble in paradise already, is there"?
"No, nothing like that" Phoebe told her.
"Then—what"?
Phoebe pinched the bridge of her nose "I don't know" she said. "I get premonitions—I can see the future, I knew I was going to have a beautiful little girl and I have been searching for the man I'm meant to be with, the man I'm meant to start a family with but knowing—it makes it different, I guess. Kinda strange".
"What do you mean"?
"How would you feel if you went back in time to the day you were first attracted to Leo, and you found out you were going to marry him. Would you cut through all that red tape and go on and marry him, or still go through all the obstacles leading up to that"?
In an instant, Piper finally wrapped her head around what was on her sister's mind.
"You want my advice"? Piper asked, even though she didn't really care what Phoebe's answer was. "Just worry about today, live in the moment with Coop—Don't worry about the future".
"I think that would be so much easier if we didn't have two Halliwell time machine's walking around," Phoebe said but froze. "Did you just give an advice columnist advice"?
Piper smirked, but didn't have time to respond before a shine of bright blue lights caught the two sisters attention, they both looked up to see Paige standing in front of them with her husband—Henry.
Phoebe chuckled as Henry held his balance against the wall "I don't think I'm ever going to get used to that" he said.
"We could always ask Chris or Wyatt," Phoebe said.
"If you're asking anything about the future you'll have to ask Wyatt—Chris is too tight-lipped about the future, and Wyatt can't seem to shut up about it".
"Where are my favorite nephews"? Paige asked smiling, though her husband looked more confused than ever.
"Which version"? Piper asked.
"The babies went with dad and Chris is upstairs, and Wyatt is in the kitchen—I don't think either of them slept last night," Phoebe told them.
"What in the hell are you talking about"? Henry asked.
"Oh," Paige said, looking at her husband. "I was so exhausted when I got home last night I forgot to fill him in on everything".
"I can top that, the first night my husband was home in months and we just slept," Piper said chuckling.
"Is this how you fill people in around here"? Henry asked.
The sisters half smiled, but before any of the three could answer the kitchen door flew open and Wyatt stepped out—covered in purple fumes.
"Honey, are you okay"? Piper asked standing up as Wyatt brushed the scorch marks off his shoulder.
"Yeah, a potion went wrong," he said as he looked up. "Uncle Henry"?
"Uncle—what"?
"This is Wyatt," Paige said taking her nephew's arm. "From the future, he is the three-year-old—the three-year-old is him. Get it"?
Henry had heard many outrageous things, and seen worse since he had met his wife—but this was an entirely new level.
"Actually, I'm twenty-six," Wyatt said with a smirk. "Almost twenty-seven".
"It's great to see that while I have been reading the book of shadows cover to cover, twice—you're talking about your impending birthday" they all heard and turned to see Chris joining them in the dining room. "What the hell is all over you"?
"Too much mandrake root," Wyatt told his brother. "So, as you can see I have also been busting my ass to get us back—forward, to the future? You did this for a year"?
"Over a year".
"No wonder you have migraine's all the time, this confusion would give anyone a constant headache".
"What did you find"? Piper asked her youngest son before he had a chance to reply to Wyatt.
"Nothing that we haven't gone over a thousand times".
"So, nothing that would work," Phoebe said folding her arms.
"Could someone please explain to me what is going on"? Henry pleaded.
"That will be your theme song for the next twenty years," Wyatt told him. "Normally you and dad just go to P3 and down a couple of beers".
"Leo is back"? Henry asked.
"What did I say about future information"? Chris asked his brother before anyone could answer Henry's question.
"Would you relax? It's not like I'm shooting off my mouth about White House secrets or The da Vinci code—you're so paranoid all the time, nothing bad is going to happen just because I mentioned what the only mortals in the whole family do while the rest of the family kicks demon ass".
"I am really starting to dread your two's high school years" everyone heard as Leo joined the large group.
"Just for future reference—Chris did it, Chris always did it," Wyatt told his father, half smiling.
"So, just to reevaluate here—we have no new solutions"? Paige asked.
"No," Chris said. "But, I'm going to magic school to see if I can't find anything".
"I'm not sure that's safe—demons have taken over," Piper told him. "We don't know who's there".
"It was clear last night," Billie said as she stepped in from the kitchen. "But, if you want—I can go with him".
Everyone froze, and sympathy for the young witch filled the room—and she could feel it without making eye contact with anyone.
"How are you feeling, Sweetie"? Phoebe asked walking over to her.
"I—I don't know. I feel I don't know if I feel anything—".
"Like your numb"? Piper asked, to which Billie nodded. "I felt the same way when I lost Prue".
"It doesn't feel real, I searched and I searched just to lose her—and it's my fault, if I had done something or if I had—".
"Don't go down that road, it's not your fault" Phoebe told her. "Don't blame yourself over this".
"I really, really don't want to talk about it—but what I do want is to do some good, or help with whatever you need help with so I will go with tall dark and handsome stranger," Billie said.
"Billie, do you know who this is"? Paige asked.
"He was here yesterday wasn't he—they both were, but I don't think I caught any names," Billie told them.
"This is Chris" Piper said smiling taking his arm. "And that is Wyatt, from the future".
"They are our sons," Leo told her.
"From the future," Henry said shaking his head, as he still continued to wrap his mind around it.
Billie looked back and forth from one Halliwell brother to the other "these are your two's sons—from the future"?
"Yes".
"Nice work," Billie said. "I didn't think Leo had it in him—alright, let's go".
"You look at magic school, I'll finish the potion and keep working on the spell," Wyatt told his brother.
"What spell"? Chris asked as he took Billie's hand.
"To get us back to our time, if the potion doesn't work".
"Fine, but I proofread the spell before you start casting anything," Chris told him.
Wyatt rolled his eyes as Chris orbed away with Billie.
"They are going to do that, Phoebe check the book of shadows again—just to see if we missed anything, Paige goes see if the potion is lacking anything—".
"And me"? Wyatt asked.
"You come with me upstairs—I think your dad should have a shirt that might fit, and you can shower," Piper told her son.
Everyone in the dining room quickly disappeared leaving Leo and Henry alone.
"Wyatt mentioned a beer," Henry said.
Leo nodded. "Let's go".
Magic School was certainly not how Chris remembered it—past or future. He stood tightly against the wall, next to Billie—who was slightly younger than him which was a strange turn of events.
"What do you see"? Billie whispered to him.
Chris peered around the corner once more, and he looked—he observed the evil beings that roamed the room.
"Looks like all lower-level" he whispered back to her. "Maybe a warlock or two, a dark lighter".
"Do you think we can take them"? Billie whispered back.
Chris shrugged. "Only one way to find out".
Chris jumped up before Billie could react, she watched as bolts of electricity projected out of the palms of his hands—vanquishing one demon, and then another.
It took Billie a moment to compose herself but she jumped up and assisted Chris, what demons didn't shimmer away were quickly vanquished on the spot. When all was said and done, they were the only two left in magic school.
When the blonde turned around Chris was already diving into the books—many of which had found their way across the floor.
"What exactly are we looking for"? Billie asked as she joined Chris.
"Anything about time traveling, a spell may be—something to send us back to the future"?
"Our of curiosity—do they ever make another sequel to that"?
Chris looked up, and Billie was certain she saw a smile creep across his face—though she couldn't be certain.
"Is there nothing in the book of shadows"? Billie asked.
"There is a lot actually—none of which is working," Chris told her. "And we can't figure out why".
"Shouldn't that be what we are looking for instead"? Billie asked. "I mean if it's in the book of shadows, and it's not working—there has to be a reason, right? So, instead of searching through all these books for another way shouldn't we look for reasons why it wouldn't? You find the reason, you fix it, and then you go back to the future—I am sure they are at the manor right now coming up with spells and potions, what you need to focus on is why none of those things are working".
Chris looked at her, silently wondering how he didn't come up with that himself. Or how no one else thought of that, he wanted to blame Wyatt—and he did, even though he was certain the whole family shared a little of the blame.
"Okay, you look in those books over there I will go over here," Chris told her.
Billie nodded, and she walked over—sitting down on the sofa and began flipping through the first book she found.
"That power—I didn't know Halliwell's could electrocute people," Billie said.
Chris looked up, he knew Billie—but he didn't know this version of her, he didn't know her at this age. But, she was devastated, and he assumed she was just talking to keep her mind from wandering on to her sister.
Maybe that's why he decided to answer her, he sympathized with her.
Wyatt was a pain in Chris' ass ninety percent of the time, but he was still alive to be a pain in the ass.
"First of all—I don't electrocute people, just demons—and my brother from time to time," Chris told her with a smirk. "Second of all Halliwell's don't, it's an elder power".
"You're an elder"?
"No, I'm half—when I came back from the future, the first time, I changed it. Dad was no longer a normal whitelighter by the time I was—conceived, it's a little factor everyone kind of overlooked until I was playing with my tonal trucks when I was six and mom told me to put them up, luckily at the time it was little bolts. As I have grown it's got stronger, but because I'm a witch I can do things that elders can't—now I can radiate it through my entire body if I wanted to".
"That doesn't hurt"?
"I don't feel it".
"So, your brother is this all-powerful witch and you're this all-powerful witch with elder powers"?
Chris chuckled. "Something like that," he said.
"So, you can remember both of your futures"?
"Yeah," Chris told her. "It's a long story, but yes—wait a second".
"Did you find something"? Billie asked.
"Maybe".
Billie rushed over and looked over Chris' shoulder, glancing down at the page he was on in the book—confused. "Lady Godiva"? Billie asked. "How exactly is a naked woman on a horse going to help you get back to the future—I mean unless you're into that sort of thing".
Chris wanted to roll his eyes but he didn't. "Let's get back to the manor".
Phoebe turned page after page, read rhyme after rhyme, entry after entry—all saying the same thing. Or lack of what it was saying, for the first time the book that had once solved all her problems had no answer for her.
Or at least that's the way it felt.
"Anything"?
Phoebe looked up to see Piper walking in with Paige walking behind her.
"Nothing," Phoebe told her.
"Well, don't give up—we have to keep looking, maybe we are overlooking something," Paige told her sister.
"Paige, I'm telling you if there is an answer out there it isn't in this book," Phoebe told her.
"She's right" they heard and turned to see Chris and Billie walking into the attic. "Where's Wyatt"?
"Downstairs" Paige told him. "He was trying a mixture of a potion with a spell, he thought it might give it an extra kick, by the way, his words not mine".
"It's not going to work," Chris told them.
"Did you figure something out"? Piper asked, way too eagerly.
"Other than your son has some weird naked girl horse fetish"? Billie asked, arching an eyebrow.
"What"? The three sisters all asked, looking at Chris.
"Ignore her, look," he said lying the book on the table in the middle of the room.
The sisters walked over and glanced down—
"Lady Godiva"? Piper asked looking at her son.
Phoebe shrugged. "Well, that explains the horse fetish".
"I don't have a horse fetish" Chris cut his aunt off. "Growing up Paige told me a story about some kid that conjured her, in magic school".
"Oh, yeah—Duncan," Paige told him.
"The name isn't important—".
"He says that in a way that doesn't make him sound like a jerk," Billie said sarcastically.
Chris rolled his eyes before carrying on. "When you tried to send her back she couldn't go—right"?
"Yeah, she came with—Lord Dyson, so she couldn't return without him," Phoebe said. "But, when we did send him back with her—".
"I have actually heard the story, a few times just needed a small refresher" Chris interjected. "What if it's the same, she came here with a demon from the past—without you knowing, so what if this is the same thing? What if a demon or something followed Wyatt and I here"?
"That would make sense," Phoebe said. "It's one thing for a spell to go awry when you're from the present trying to go to the future but that's where you're from, it should actually be pretty simple".
"It was when Wyatt came here last year," Paige said. "Piper said a reversal and he was gone—".
"I know you don't like answering questions about the future—can you think of any reason a demon would want to follow you to the past"? Piper asked.
"You mean other than trying to kill us while we are still kids"? Chris asked. "Right now our younger selves are easier targets than Wyatt and I now, I mean our now—the future".
"What do you mean by that"?
"Does it matter"?
"If we are going to help, yes it does," Paige told her nephew.
Chris sat down, relaxing back in his seat—pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
He didn't want to mess up the future he worked so hard for with one wrong answer, but his family was asking all the right questions, and he was backed into a corner.
"You three are the charmed ones, Melinda—our ancestor prophesied it," Chris said. "But, she never said what would happen next. Do you know Wyatt and I were the firstborn Warren's that were not female"?
"So, that's why Wyatt wore pink for the first week of his life," Paige said sarcastically rolling her eyes. "Yes, we know".
"Wyatt is the twice blessed child and I am his half elder little brother, the elders took it upon themselves to give us a name—the absolute power, not as cool as the charmed ones but still scares the hell out of most upper-level demons," Chris said. "He is one of the strongest witches, if not the strongest there ever has been—but he isn't the strongest white lighter-witch, I am".
"Why didn't you tell us all this when you were here last time"? Phoebe asked.
"Because, it wasn't like that until I returned to the future—dad was never an elder until I changed that".
"Okay, so you and Wyatt are this incredibly powerful duo in the future—this absolute power"? Piper asked.
"We prefer the Halliwell Brothers," Chris said sarcastically, crossing his arms. "It makes us sound less like a bad comic book—but yes. We balance each other out, where he is incredibly powerful—our Wiccan side, I'm not. Where I'm incredibly powerful, out whitelighter side, he's not. Don't get me wrong, he is still a very strong witch but he only posses the powers of a whitelighter, I carry the powers of an elder—and I have one Wiccan power. He will always be stronger than me, but don't tell him I said that".
"How is all this relevant"? Billie asked.
"Because, the stronger you are the more powerful your enemies become—when we first started out we had nothing but warlocks coming after us," Phoebe said shrugging.
"Fast forward a few years and we were fighting demons like belthazor, the source, zankou—the list goes on and on," Piper said.
"The more powerful we became the more powerful demons came after us—at first sent by the source, eventually it was a power struggle in the underworld," Piper told her.
"Anyone that could take us out could easily rule the underworld," Paige told her. "But, my question is—instead of coming after you and vanquishing you and Wyatt while he was powerless—which would have been the easier solution, they choose to follow you here, why"?
"And how"? Paige asked. "You cast a spell to take you to where Wyatt lost his powers—how would they know where to go"?
Chris stayed silent, thousands of demons ran through his mind—but only one stood out.
"There was a demon" Chris began—slowly.
"Was"? Phoebe asked.
Chris nodded. "We vanquished it last year—Zorthraz".
"Why can't any of these demons have normal names—like Bob"? Billie asked folding her arms.
"All fear Bob, that will have everyone shaking in their heels," Paige said, with a half-smile. "So, tell us about Zorthraz".
"Zorthraz had been around since—she was one of the first demons—ever".
"She"? Piper asked.
Chris nodded. "She almost took out the entire Halliwell line, all of us—we were successful with our vanquish but barely. You remember how I just told you Wyatt is stronger on his witch side and I'm stronger on my highlighter side"?
The four women in front of him nodded.
"So, that's where she hit us—where it would hurt us the most," Chris told them. "She managed to take Wyatt's powers, she used a power-sucking athame—like the game masters had, she, of course, altered it for his unique powers—and she sent about four dark lighters after me".
"But, you were successful—clearly" Billie noted. "Then why are you bringing her up"?
"Because, in this time—she hasn't been vanquished," Chris said. "She had followers, loyal followers—not like the source. They respected her, they didn't fear her, she didn't go around killing demons—she earned her respect".
"And you think that a demon followed you back in time—to warn her"? Piper asked her son.
"I think it's a possibility, if they did I'm sure they didn't count on us being able not being able to return to the future," Chris said. "We would be much easier targets now".
"Paige, go to dads, get Wyatt and Chris—bring them here, and dad," Piper told her.
Paige didn't hesitate with a goodbye, she orbed out of the room instantly.
"This demon has future information on us—but we have future information on her" Phoebe told her. "What did you say her name was—Zorthraz".
"I wouldn't do that" Chris earned his aunt as she walked to the book of shadows. "I can tell you everything you need to know".
"I'm sure you can," Phoebe said flipping through the pages. "But, it's been a year—for you, there might be something you forgot, we need to know everything, so start talking".
"Phoebe—".
"I found her" Phoebe announced. "Zorthraz is an extremely old and extremely powerful demon, avoid with extreme caution as there is no known vanquishing spell for this demon. She has kills dating back to seven hundred BC, she has been a lover to many different sources over her lifespan, and as well as being the mother of the extremely powerful—".
Phoebe looked up at Chris, in almost a state of paralysis.
"What"? Piper asked looking back and forth between her son, and sister.
"Cole" Phoebe said his name like poison. "It's Cole's mom".