Chapter Five, behind the walls of Christopher:

Chris paced around his room or P3. Everything was falling apart. Now they knew. A part of him was relieved. Now that they knew who he was, they would at least trust him more. At least this way, his job would be easier to get done.

They might even love him. No, no! I can't get attached to them. I can't, it would hurt too much if he lost them again, even Leo. He didn't hate Leo. He was upset, maybe. He left me; he abandoned me when I needed him the most. But I don't hate him. I still love him. Heck, I love them all, even Wyatt. Even after everything he's done to me. Now how's that for dysfunctional?

Chris finally fell asleep debating over what to do.

Unbeknownst to him Leo was watching over Chris making sure of his son's safety. No more would Chris suffer, he decided. I will always watch over you. I'm sorry. I should have known you look exactly like your mom, except for your eyes; you have my eyes, thought Leo.

Leo was snapped away from his thoughts as he heard Chris's frantic moans and screams..

"No…no…mom….dad….help….dad...help...dad," Chris moaned in his sleep tossing and turning as he relived his mother's death.

Leo heard Chris calling for him and immediately orbed to P3.

His son was obviously in a nightmare. He kept tossing and turning calling for his parents, for his dad, tears spilling from his eyes.

"Chris son, wake up." whispered Leo trying to wake him from his dreams.

Chris awoke with a start gasping for air. He clung to his father sobbing.

Leo was surprised. "Chris are you ok?"

Chris started mumbling incoherently. "My fault…she's dead….why did you go….I needed you…he killed her…..he killed everyone…..everyone….hurt…them….Bianca…dead….mom….she's dead…..everyone's dead….I'm all alone….alone…hurts….tired," Chris mumbled weeping.

Leo didn't know what to do, so he embraced his son tightly until his sobs subsided.

When Chris calmed down and realized he was hugging Leo, he pulled back instantly.

Leo felt hurt. "Chris are you ok?"

Chris nodded looking away. "Yeah, sorry for bothering you," he whispered embarrassed for letting Leo see him like this.

"Chris you were saying something about your mom, then Bianca. Do you want to talk about it?"

"I can't tell you future—"

"Yes I know future consequences," Leo finished of for him exasperated. "What about Bianca?"

"Well I guess I can tell you about Bianca. You know she's…dead. Wyatt killed… her when we went back. We...were….engaged," whispered Chris sadly.

He killed her. How is it possible my son Wyatt is capable of such monstrosities, he wondered yet again.

Chris stood up. Why am I telling Leo? He didn't understand. Well he did. Deep down he still needed a dad, as much as he wanted to say no. He did.

"Chris have you thought about coming to live with us. You could have your old room or your future room. Wyatt can stay in our room," suggested Leo.

Chris shrugged. "Why are you trying to be my father? I don't need you anymore!" he whispered trying to convince himself as well. "I'm 22, not 12. I'm an adult! I can take care of myself. I don't need you, I can't! I can't need you, you can't be my dad, and Piper can't be my mom….because it'll hurt too much when I have to leave. And you won't be there!"