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Summery: The day Chris Perry died his soul was left at an impasse, not able to return to the future unable to stay in the past, and in danger of disappearing, Death offers another alternative. Will eventually be slash.

This is a Chapter that shows I am dedicated to do my best with this story; I wish that it gains the interest of the fans of Charmed and eventually fans of Slash.

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Chapter One: Decisions on which Branch.

PREVIOUSLY:

Chris drew in a shuddering breath, he found it odd that even though he was aware he no longer had a corporeal body; he still felt that nervous breath fill his non-existent lungs.

"What I propose Chris is giving you a life in a different time line, one in which you don't exist."

Chris looked at Death expectantly, waiting for the other shoe to drop; there was no way the 'Almighty powers of Good' would ever allow a dead soul to live unless there was some hidden, unexpected catch.

"Chris, understand that the forces of good reward acts of self-sacrifice, but you are correct in assuming you wouldn't simply be dropped of in another branch of the time line and left to continue your life. Unfortunately it is not that simple."

Chris sighed, releasing his pent up breath, "No it never is 'that simple.'"

Death reached out and grabbed Chris's sleeve, "Come Chris we can not linger here any longer, I can no longer guaranty the integrity of your soul, we must move to the ghostly plane."

The move form the mortal realm to the ghostly one was jarring and Chris stumbled forward and would have fell, had Death not held such a strong grip on his shirt.

The ghostly plane was an eerie replica of the mortal, living plane, everything seemed hollow, empty copies of the originals, every movement, every shift and sound bounced of the walls in a creepy echo. Chris shuddered, great, he was officially dead.

"No Chris, technically speaking you cannot be dead, because on this plane you were just born. Because of this we cannot stay long, the longer you are on this plane, the longer you soul is threatened." Death moved away from Chris, then turned around to face him.

"Chris, you must decide, do you wish for your soul to disappear and be absorbed by baby Chris or do you wish to go to a time line that your soul simply doesn't exist?"

"What happens if I choose this other time line, you said there was a catch, what is it?"

Death smiled slightly, "You're a smart one, and your question is valid. If you choose a different time line, you have to remember that there is no Chris Halliwell, you don't exist and your family will not know you, have never thought of you and you will in effect be completely alone."

Chris's heart drummed in his chest, either he would disappear entirely or he could go to a place where his family doesn't know him, wouldn't love him, wouldn't grieve for him if he died. He clenched his hand over his heart, he had two abysmal choices. If he chose to disappear, he would at least be absorbed by baby Chris, he wouldn't remember his life but at least some part of him would be remembered. However if chose the other time line then while he would remember his life, his family, the people he loved, none of them would know him. Chris frowned "What about my body, what about my powers? If I don't exist in that plane then neither does my body, and neither does my powers, I wouldn't have any in that plane would I?"

Death's emotionless chuckle echoed strangely in the ghostly plane, causing shivers to run up and down Chris's spine.

"I told them you were smart. Yes Chris, you are right, technically your body would have to be different, however your powers are tied to your soul, while you would not be a whitelighter, but you would retain your powers. And as an added bonus the next time you are reborn on that plane, your soul would gain extra powers as payment for your current life's good deeds."

"What about my body?" Chris couldn't help but be worried that he would be shoved into the body of an overweight, middle aged, business man, two minutes before that body had a heart attack. It was then that Chris realised that he had almost made his decision; truthfully he would rather be unknown with the opportunity to be known than to disappear and be remembered as a slightly neurotic visitor from a horrific future.

Death smiled at him, thin lips stretched unnaturally over white teeth. "Yes you're definitely smart. To answer your question Chris, what we would do is search around, find a soul about to die and simply replace that soul with your own."

"Isn't that ethically wrong, or at least ambiguous? I mean here's this family grieving over the loss of a loved family member when 'bam' we come in take the body, make it alive again, and this family wind up with a person they have never really known."

"You see that is one of the catches, the person who's body we acquire must have no family, no friends and ultimately must have been a terrible person with an evil soul."

"I'm going to be ugly aren't I?"

"Didn't you know Chris; the more evil a person is the more attractive they seem to be."

"Really? I had no idea."

"Come," Death stretched out his arm, palm open, "Let us go meet you destiny."

As Chris reached out to take Death's hand, a shining portal opened up before them.

"Do not be afraid; remember I'll be with you every step of the way." Said Death and then the two stepped through leaving the ghostly plane behind.

TBC

That concludes Chapter One; please stay tuned for chapter Two, which should be coming out with in the week.

Love Always Sanie.

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