Disclaimer : Still don't own Charmed, well dang. I was hoping after I blew out a candle at my friend's Birthday and made a wish I would, but apparently not. Well shucks, who knew? Any who, I don't own Charmed, but the plot is mine, the other Characters are mine, and if you steal any of it I will hurt you, and if you run, I will send my personal hell hounds after you to hunt you down, along with an assassin or two! Please enjoy the story.

Author's note : Please review after you read this, I'm not asking for a million or anything, just a few. That's all the author needs, one little review and I'm happy. I started this one when I was near the end of the last episode, "Any Witch Way They Can," and if you don't read the other stories first, this one wont make sense. -Frowns- or at least it wouldn't to me, and that doesn't take a lot; while I'm not stupid, I can sometimes be slow when it comes to some explanations. Aha, which is kind of true. One time I couldn't remember what a door was called, of all things. And I was like "what's the thing called? The thingy with the handle and the frame," my friends just laughed - and looking back on it, I really can't blame them.

Any input that you have for this series, I will try to include. Like if you want a certain person to come back, request for an episode, or a certain event to happen, I will work it in if I can.

1x05 : Saved By The Spell.

Summary : While Prue deals with the aftermath of her kiss with Caleb, they all must rush to solve a mystery when mysterious happenings and paranormal activity start up at a local hospital.

Chapter Four : A Future Set In Stone

"Elizabeth Halliwell!" Prue scolded as she paced back and forth in her mother's condo, shaking her head at her baby sister. Caleb had dragged her home from the Underworld, which actually wasn't as much of a big deal, she had needed her spare Athame, and she would have gotten it - but Henry and the others needed her help, fine. She could go to the hospital and check it out. That wasn't the problem, nor was the fact that she had lost her favourite Athame in the Underworld. The problem was that she had entered and found her sister and some guy, one that was clearly to old for her fifteen year old baby sister. "I can't believe you," she shrieked. "You brought a guy home!" She raged.

Henry Jr sighed when he noticed how Elizabeth was standing, her head turned down to the left. This is what Emily, Chris and he had orbed in to find, and he had to admit he didn't have much sympathy for Elizabeth. If roles were reversed he would be acting like Prue, but seeing Elizabeth's expression, he guessed it was better to get Prue to tone things down. Just a little. "Prue," He began, walking over to touch his cousin's shoulder, while praying to God she didn't attack him for this. "Aren't you overreacting?" He asked, seeing Prue's gaze intensify he sighed. "As much as we," he said, looking to Chris and thinking about Wyatt, "hate to admit it, you were bringing guys home when you were her age," he said simply, gesturing to Elizabeth who was now nodding furiously. But this only seemed to anger Prue more.

"That is besides the point, Henry!" Prue snapped, causing Henry to roll his eyes. Prue and Chris often complained that he and Wyatt were overprotective, little did they know they were just as protective towards their younger siblings. But Henry knew better than to bring that up. "She is fifteen!" Prue whirled on her heel and looked at her baby sister, "and what if he was a demon?" She asked, not noticing how her sister rolled her eyes and looked to her cousins with pleading eyes. "And a guy, Beth? Honestly, you were alone with a guy in the condo. ALONE! What if something happened to you, what if he wasn't as nice of a guy as you think he is?" She demanded.

"It can't be because I've only known him since Grade One!" Elizabeth said sarcastically, rolling her eyes - and honestly reminding everyone of Chris, and even a little bit of Prue. Elizabeth was the happy-go-lucky optimistic one of the family, just like her mother, but she had the Halliwell stubbornness, and even the sarcasm. But like Grams had once said, A Halliwell without those traits was not a Halliwell, last name or no. "And it wasn't like we were doing anything! We were sitting on the couch and we were about to watch a movie, before you barged in and started throwing accusations!"

"That's how it always starts off!" Prue cried, throwing her hands up in frustration.

"You would know, now wouldn't you." Elizabeth retorted, sending her sister a withering glare, one that Prue easily matched, and did much better than Elizabeth. But that wasn't the point, and neither was going to give up.

And that was the sight Wyatt saw when he orbed in, "Hey," he greeted, only to frown when he saw the two sisters sending each other equal looks of hate - at least what they wanted people to think was hate. Being an empath Wyatt could sense how they were feeling, annoyance was the dominating emotion, but love was there. Not at the surface at the moment because the frustration and annoyance was overrunning everything, but it was there. "What's going on?" He asked, almost afraid to know the truth, something told him he didn't want to know.

Smirking, Prue looked into her sister's eyes. She knew about Wyatt's protective nature, and Elizabeth was the baby of the generation, so everyone wanted to protect her. "Elizabeth had a guy over." She said simply, dancing with glee on the inside when she saw Wyatt's face darken as he turned to look at Elizabeth who winced at her sister's words.

"We weren't doing anything!" Elizabeth yelled, causing Wyatt's face to contort into a look of disbelief. "We were only going to watch a movie," Elizabeth added before Wyatt could get a word in. "I swear, that was all we were going to do."

"That's how it always starts off!" Wyatt retorted, frowning when everyone else started to laughing, all except Elizabeth who crossed her arms and frowned. "Who was he?" He asked, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he thought of all the things he could do to the bugger who had dared went near his baby cousin, unaware of the fact that everyone was laughing because he and Prue had said the exact same thing. Thus proving that the two cousins were more alike than either wanted to admit.

"Okay, now is not the time for this." Chris interrupted before they really got started. "Now, I understand, everyone is pissed with Beth, got it." He said, winking at his youngest cousin who sighed in relief. "But she's fine, and we have something else to do, we can deal with this later." He pointed out, when you've all had a chance to calm down, he thought simply. He looked at Wyatt. "Now, are you safe to leave your charge alone?"

Wyatt nodded, "yeah I have that sorted out," he said, never taking his eyes off of Elizabeth as he shook his head - in what appeared to be disappointment. And in a way, he was. A part of him had known that he couldn't protect Melinda and the others forever, they were growing up. Wyatt sighed, but Elizabeth had always been and always would be the baby. And a part of him was saddened that she was growing up too. Unfair, he knew. But it was how he felt.

"Wyatt!" Chris warned.

"What?" Wyatt snapped, looking at Chris, who shrunk back at the harsh tone of his voice, something that worried Wyatt. It wasn't like Chris to back down, not because of him. If anything Wyatt scolding him was more reason for Chris to rebel, not withdraw. Or at least it had been. Wyatt mentally sighed, he didn't even know his own brother anymore.

Caleb sighed, "well come on, let's get to the hospital," he said, his tone indicating he wasn't thrilled with going, and he wasn't. he hated hospitals almost as much as Emily, so as to why Wyatt wanted to be a doctor and work in one all the time, Caleb didn't understand. But then again, he had always know Wyatt was a freak.

"Do we have to?" Emily whined, "I mean, we know something is going on, why can't we just tell the Elders that and then they can send someone else in!" She suggested, frowning when everyone smirked at her. "What? It's not fair that we're always the ones cleaning up these things, we're not company men!" She said, "or women," she added thinking back to her theory men were suppressing women.

Prue nodded sadly, "yes we do," she said as she patted Emily on the back. "Now, let's get this over with, that way we can move on to more important things." She said simply, sighing slightly. She looked at Wyatt, "so, where is your charge staying?" She asked.

"Here." Wyatt stated as he waved his hands and Jason appeared in a shower of orbs, and as soon as he materialized he reached behind him to grip the sofa. He did not like orbing. Sighing he looked around, o wonderful, glorious, solid ground. "He's staying here," Wyatt repeated, ignoring Prue's look. "Can you baby-sit him?" He asked Elizabeth, smirking at his charge's expression at the term 'baby-sit.' "I don't want to leave him alone while demons are after him."

Elizabeth frowned, "so you'd rather lead the demons to me?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Seeing Wyatt's look she sighed. "Fine," she gave Jason a look and frowned, she didn't like him. But because Wyatt asked her to, she would keep an eye on him. Besides, he didn't need to be conscious for her to watch him.

"But Wyatt," Prue interrupted, looking at Jason with distrustful eyes. "He's a guy," she pointed out, trying to jerk her arm free of Chris' hold as he held onto her arm.

"You'll have to deal with it and trust your sister then," Chris pointed out as they disappeared in a shower of orbs, leaving the remaining people to laugh - all except Jason who felt like a specimen in a jar surrounded by all these Halliwells. He frowned, when Wyatt had said he had a large family, he hadn't thought it would be this many people. The Halliwells were like rabbits!

Sighing, Caleb placed a hand on Emily's shoulder and saluted Wyatt. "We'll be awaiting your orders General!" He said, shimmering out before Wyatt could say anything, causing Jason to jump back. He - he - he was a demon. He gulped, suddenly he didn't feel as safe. They hung out, they were friends with demons.

Wyatt rolled his eyes and looked at Henry, "he worried me sometimes," he commented as Henry orbed out, and giving Jason one last look Wyatt frowned as he noticed the look on Elizabeth's face. "Behave," he sent telepathically. And then he addressed Jason, "you'll be fine, just don't piss her off," he advised as he orbed out.

Nodding as his white lighter orbed away, Jason looked at Elizabeth and frowned when he noticed the girl was still glaring at him. "So, is there anything you want to do?" He asked, it was her house, he wasn't going to force her to give up whatever plans she had just because he was there. He thought that was the gentleman thing to do, but seeing her glare intensify he wondered if that was the right thing to say.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow as she lifted up her movie case, "I am continuing with my plans and watching A Nightmare Before Christmas," she said simply as she pointed to a chair. "And you will sit there, and watch it, without a complaint or I will turn you into a toad!" She warned, seeing Jason swallow loudly she smirked. "With warts."

Jason sighed as he sat down, were all Halliwells this unstable?

"I can't believe we're back here," Emily muttered as they entered the waiting room that was attached the Children's ward, and she frowned when she saw two people pacing furiously. "It's depressing."

"Oh stop your whining," Prue begged as she rubbed her temples, "there is no need for your feel-o-meter to be going off the charts," she pointed out. "My empathy going out of whack is the last thing I need, it's bad enough that I left my baby sister alone with that dude that I'll have you know, is probably a pedophile," she said, sending Wyatt a look.

"Prue!" Wyatt hissed, looking back at his cousin. "He isn't, and we've given you the benefit of the doubt about some of the guys you've dated," he pointed out. "Don't you think your sister deserves a little trust?"

"Yeah Prue," Henry Jr said simply, not liking the idea more than the others, but Elizabeth was growing up, whether or not they chose to see it or not. It was about time they allowed her to grow up. "I agree with Wyatt on this one, I hate it too, but I give my sisters space when it comes to things like this. Believe me when I say if I could, they would never grow up, but they are, so we have to let them make their own choices."

"Says the guy that followed Ana on a date!" Prue retorted.

Henry Jr opened his mouth to defend himself, but was cut off when a bone-chilling scream sounded through the hospital. "Should we..?" He asked, but the others had already taken off in the direction, and they all froze when they say a young intern slouched up against the wall, her wrists slit and the words 'get out' written in blood on the wall. That was what everyone else saw, but they witches present was more interested in the black and white, transparent form standing by the body.

"Get out!" The form yelled, taking the shape of an eight year old girl wearing a hospital gown. "You don't belong here, get out!"

Chris gripped his head as spots blurred his vision and he fell back against the wall, not hearing how his brother was calling out to him. Chris get out of here, a voice resounded in his head, and listening close Chris realized it was Emily. Wyatt wont be able to come after both of us, you need to get out of here. You're more important than I am, just go!

And with that, the voices stopped and Chris took a deep breath and blinked when he realised that Emily was crouched down beside him. "Hey Chris, are you okay?" She asked, placing a hand on Chris' shoulder, causing fires of jealousy to flare up in Wyatt - the only problem was he didn't recognize them as what they were. "Why don't you go get some air?" She suggested, watching Chris as he walked up the hallway. "He's fine Wyatt," Emily assured, reading her best friend's thoughts. "We talked earlier, when he's ready he'll come to you."

Wyatt frowned as he looked at Emily thought narrowed eyes. "So what?" He asked, "you can talk to Chris now, but you can't talk to me?" He asked bitterly stalking away over to Prue and Caleb who were talking to Dr. Gordon.

Prue ignored her eldest cousin's bad mood and smile, "he said we could check out the records, I told him you were doing an assignment for Med. School," she said simply, her eyes straying over to Emily. "What's going on?" She asked.

"Nothing," Wyatt replied shortly, walking away.

Seeing his retreating form, Emily sighed as she looked up to the heavens. "I really hate hospitals," she muttered as she walked off after her friends as they went to down the stairs. The Elders owed them big time for this.

"I hate this," Prue hissed for the millionth time as she went through yet another box of records. "This is ridiculous," she pointed out, "I mean, think about it. We are looking for a ghost with a grudge against the hospital, aged at about eight when they died," she rhymed off, looking to Emily who nodded. "Um, I hate to point this out, but have you noticed how many children have died in this hospital?" She asked.

"To many," Emily added as she flipped through a file looking for a picture of the young girl they had seen. "If I hated hospitals before, I loathe them now," she commented as she rubbed her eyes as she looked up at Wyatt. "If you expect me to visit you while you're on break when you become a doctor, you'll be sadly mistaken," she said, narrowing her eyes. "I would sooner visit Chris at the restaurant," she said, "at least there I get food."

Sighing as he flipped through a file, "seems like you would sooner go to Chris for a lot of things," Wyatt muttered to himself, the fact that Emily trusted Chris more than him hurt. Well, not necessarily trusted more, but whenever he went to her and tried to talk to her, she brushed him off, but she had been willing to talk to Chris, and not him? Talk about harsh, and Wyatt knew he was being unreasonable. Chris and Emily were friends too, but for some reason that didn't take the hurt away.

Henry Jr coughed as he blew dust off a file, "this is insane," he muttered. "There is more dust on these files than under Caleb's bed," he commented, "if that's possible," he added, only to yelp when Caleb whacked him on the back of the head as he walked past. "Just saying," Henry said, sighing as he skimmed through the file. "I don't understand why these files can't be on computer," he whined, "everything else is, who cares if these are old? They should still be on computer!"

Wyatt nodded, "yeah, I think some of these records are older than my mom," he stated simply as he sneezed, "maybe even older than Grams," he pointed out, reading some of the dates on the file.

"But not older than Uncle Leo," Prue pointed out, pausing when that processed, and thinking it through, a shudder went through her body. "Yeah, that is actually kind of gross." She said simply, scrunching up her nose.

"You think? And your dad's a cupid, how old do you think he is?"

"Okay, before we go there!" Caleb interrupted, not really keen on hearing the whole 'whose dad is older' debate, "I think I found something." He said as he handed the records over to Prue, blushing slightly as their hands touched. "Sandra 'Sandy' Martin, born on October 23rd, 1999 died on July 7th, 2007." He said simply as Prue looked at the photo.

"It has to be her," the half-cupid muttered, "if not it's a huge coincidence," she commented.

"How so?" Henry Jr asked heading around the table towards his cousin.

"It says here she was being treated in the children's ward and she was …" Prue trailed off, "being treated for a heart transplant," she said, clearing her throat. "But according to this something went wrong with the transplant," she frowned. "That would explain her anger."

"But transplants go wrong all the time," Wyatt pointed out.

"Maybe something else happened," Emily suggested. "Something that wasn't put in the file," she said, shrugging as she looked at the picture. "And from the picture, it looks like her, it's hard to tell because of the fact she's in colour and not black and white, but it looks like her."

Henry Jr nodded, "when did you say she died again?"

Prue frowned as she flipped the page back, "July 7th, 2007, why?"

Henry Jr frowned, "isn't that when there was that big protest against the hospital?" He asked, "remember, that's why the Children's ward wasn't used for so long. Maybe it had something to do with her?"

Wyatt nodded, "who was her surgeon, maybe he still works here?"

"Um," Prue muttered, skimming through the pages, pausing when the name glared back at her. "It was Dr. Gordon," she whispered, they had been talking to him earlier. He had been right there, and they had let him get away.

Caleb sighed, "looks like it's time we talk to the good doctor again," he said looking at Wyatt, "I think it's time to call Chris back." Seeing Wyatt's hesitant look, Caleb rolled his eyes. "You don't have to force him to come back, just tell him we found something and ask him if he's well enough to come back. We wont look down on him if he's not up for this," Caleb stated.

Wyatt sighed, "but Chris will look down on himself," he muttered as he dialled his brother's phone.

Walking around his apartment, Victor Bennett sighed as he kicked off his shoes and walked into the living room of his apartment and settled down on his worn couch and sighed as he held his coffee in his hands. "What a day," he said simply, rolling his neck back and forth to work the kink out, sighing in content when he heard the intended crack. It had been a long day, and it had only gotten worst when he had went over to Piper's house for supper, and just like she had twenty-three years ago, Piper had told him that something was up with his surly Grandson Chris. Meaning, that once again he was put in the boat of finding out what was wrong with the boy, nothing something he liked doing.

Closing his eyes, Victor sighed as he thought of the similarities between this Chris and the Chris that had visited them all those years ago. Sure, he knew they were the same person, or at least he thought he understood it. Chris had been right when he had said that time travel would give you a headache. However, whether he was the same Chris or not, that did not matter to Victor. Well it did matter, there was hardly a day he didn't think of the grandson that had come back to save his family - his brother, only to loose his life to an Elder. And because of that, Victor and his eldest living daughter had something in common. Not only did Victor now hate white lighters, though some were growing on him, he now hated Elders like Piper did. Strange the things that brought people closer together.

All that mattered to him was that Chris, either Chris, was his grandson and he loved him, just like Chris loved him. Or at least, Victor was pretty sure he had lived up to the reputation that he had learned of, but Chris and his other grandchildren always claimed he was 'awesome' so Victor had to believe he was at least doing a half decent job. Yawning, Victor pried an eye open when he heard his doorbell ring. "What the…?" He began as he pulled himself to his feet.

Shaking his head, Victor walked towards the door and opened it, keeping the latch on. However, upon seeing who it was, Victor's face lit up into a grin and he unlatched the door and ushered the young man inside, speak of the devil, Victor thought dryly. "Chris," he beamed, smiling at his youngest grandson. "What do I owe the pleasure?" He asked, Piper's request to find out what was wrong popping into his head. But he quickly pushed that aside, there was no proof that Piper had reason to worry. And the fact that she was the family worry wart, other than Chris, he was inclined to believe she was blowing this, whatever this was, out of proportion. Although seeing the worn expression on the face of the now twenty-three year old man who still had his mop of brown hair and Jade eyes, Victor internally winced when he saw the pain that he had saw in the other Chris lurking in this Chris' eyes. He had forgotten how heartbreaking it had been, he hadn't seen it in twenty-three years. "Everything okay Chris?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as Chris walked around the apartment a little.

"Yeah Grandpa," Chris said, exhaling loudly as he turned to face his grandfather. "I was just wondering if we could talk," He said simply, his mind screaming at him. Don't do it Chris, you wont tell anyone else because you don't want to cause them pain. Grandpa doesn't deserve pain either, his conscience, or whatever it was yelled.

Victor nodded and gestured to the couch, "anytime Chris," he vowed, smiling as his grandson sat on the couch and began twiddling with his fingers - a sure sign that he was nervous. Sitting beside Chris, Victor sighed. "So sport," he said, patting Chris' leg. "Want to tell what this is about? Whatever it is, you have some people worried about you."

Chris smirked and put the pieces together, "mom called you," he guessed, meeting his grandfather's eyes, shaking his head when he saw the grin on the older man's face. "Should've known she would call you sooner or later," Chris sighed, his mind flashing back to when he had seen his grandfather in the past, the time when they had had the conversation about the event - something that thankfully, didn't happen this time around.

"She'll never change," Victor agreed, shaking his head at the thought of Piper. Sighing, he looked at Chris, causing Chris to squirm, he hated it when his grandfather had that look, it was like Victor - despite being non-magical - could peer into the eyes of anyone's very soul. "And after this conversation I would like nothing more than to call her and tell her nothing's wrong."

Chris snorted, "Well, if that's what you want to hear, then it's just as well I leave now," Chris admitted, "if you want to call mom, fine, but don't call her and tell her that I'm okay. Because honestly Grandpa, I don't think I am. So, I'll tell you now and stop us both from what-"

"Chris," Victor interrupted, causing his grandson to look at him. "Why do I suddenly feel the need to take you to a batting cage so you can let out all of this … apparent pent up anger?" Victor asked as Chris looked down to the floor so he could avoid his grandfather's piecing gaze. Frowning as his Grandson avoided his eyes, Victor looked at his watch and frowned. Most restaurants were still open, and with that thought he struck an idea. "Hey Chris, I'm starved, and I'm not going to force you to cook for me, so how about we go out and grab a bite to eat, Sport?"

Chris smirked, "as long as it isn't that restaurant we went to before, because I have no intention of eating that lamb!" He said without thinking, but when his mind caught up with his words his conscience began screaming at him. No, no, no, no, no, no! Grandpa is as bad as Aunt Phoebe, he'll tell! He'll- "Because I know it was over twenty-three years ago, but I have a bad feeling that stuck-up waiter is still there, and I might not be able to control myself this time. I just might fling him across the room."

Victor snorted at his Grandson's words. "I agree," he said simply, not clueing into what they were talking about. "He was rather stuck up, and you know I'm not fond of magic, but I think I would have allowed you to fling him across that ro-oo-om," Victor said, dragging the word out. His eyes going wide as he looked at Chris again. Stopping mid-tirade, he was pretty sure he resembled a fish out of water as he looked at Chris, blinking confusedly. "Chris," he said slowly, noticing how his Grandson tensed. "Over twenty-three years ago you weren't born yet, how do you….?" He asked, unable to finish the question. If Chris knew about the other time line, that mean either he was the other Chris, or his Grandson was to smart for his own good. Something Victor hadn't ruled out just yet.

"How do I know about the other time line?" Chris asked, finishing his Grandfather's sentence. Looking at Victor with pleading eyes Chris started talking - fast. "Grandpa, please don't tell my parents. You know how they are, if they know what happened, if they know that I know, they'll never leave me alone! Please don't tell them," he begged with his pleading eyes. "I don't want to hurt them," realising how that sound, Chris back-peddled. "Not that I want to hurt you, but I needed to talk to someone and get this off my chest because the other time line is affecting how I treat people here. I mean I know that Wyatt is good here, hell maybe he takes it to far - but he's not the evil tyrant ruling the world, and dad!" Chris rambled, a small smile on his face. "He was different this time, he was a good father to all of us, and he wasn't absent, he was actually around, but the memories from the other timeline sometime seep through and I don't have patience with them."

Victor nodded slowly as an awkward silence fell over them as he absorbed the knowledge his youngest Grandson was giving him. Chris knew, he knew everything that happened in the other timeline. And he said memories, meaning he didn't just learn the truth, he had the memories. It was like he had lived two lives. But how long had this been going on? And why hadn't Chris come to him sooner? Victor took a deep breath, but other than that he didn't budge. Instead he asked the only question on his mind. "How long," he cleared his throat. "How long have you known the truth?" He asked, almost afraid to know the truth. But looking at his Grandson's behaviour lately, his mother's worry over him, Leo's fears that something was wrong, Wyatt being more overprotective since Chris was unconsciously pushing him away - it all made sense.

Chris shifted slightly as he glanced at his grandfather from the corner of his eyes - the grandfather that still wasn't moving. "Not long," he said quickly, causing Victor to relax slightly. "I found out the day that Kelsey died," he said quietly. Chris mentally winced, he knew the next question, it was going to be how did he find out. And the way he found out, he wasn't proud of it, not at all.

"How?"

Got it in one, Chris thought dryly to himself. "I was in the Underworld," he admitted slowly, causing Victor's mind to whirl as he thought of all the possibilities he could think of - and he didn't like any scenario. Whether he was magical or not, he would have someone bring him down there so he could kill the bugger that had done whatever it was to his grandson. And they would pay. Chris looked away and took a deep breath before looking back and meeting his Grandfather's eyes. "I had been having flashbacks about Wyatt being evil, and they were affecting how I treated Wy, and he didn't - doesn't ­- deserve that. So I went to the Underworld to find out what was going on, and I met a demon." He said, wincing at his own stupidity. "And the demon I met, I had met before and he claimed to know what the flashbacks were, so he gave me a potion, and it restored the memories." He swallowed, "but it had some consequences."

Victor frowned and thought back to the day that Kelsey had died, and then it him. "That's what had happened when you passed out," he said simply, watching as Chris nodded. "You were receiving your memories back." Chris nodded again, "but what was causing the flashbacks to begin with?"

Chris' face formed into a scowl. "Destiny," he said bitterly as he leaned his head back and crossed his arms across his chest. "Apparently me saving the world and Wy wasn't enough," he sighed, "apparently this time around it's my destiny to make sure that nothing happens to Wy."

"But Gideon was stopped," Victor growled, thinking about the Elder that had killed Chris - or at least, sort of killed Chris. It was to confusing to think about, his Grandson had died, but yet he was in front of him alive. With both sets of memories to boot.

"But Gideon was just afraid of Wyatt's power," Chris said simply, shrugging slightly. "He didn't intend on turning Wyatt, he just meant to," Chris' voice cracked as it dropped a few octaves. "Kill him," he mind spinning off to the thought of what life would have been like without Wyatt - and frankly he didn't like it. "Wyatt turning was only because he was to powerful for Gideon to sacrifice, and because of that Wyatt was betrayed of everything that was supposed to be good, effectively planting the seed that there was no such thing as good or evil." Chris let out a huff, "and then when the event happened he went completely side ways, and a year later Wyatt was dead and then hello Lord Wyatt."

Victor winced, "Piper was the trigger," he whispered, fully knowing what 'the event' was.

Chris swallowed and nodded, closing his eyes as the image of his mother dying in his arms flashed into his mind. "She died, and then Wyatt turned to protect us," he said, tears in his eyes. "He just didn't want to feel that hurt, he didn't want us to feel the hurt of loss again," Chris mumbled as though it was one of the hardest things he admitted. In the other timeline, he never would have said that, simply because he didn't believe Wyatt when he said it. Now though, looking back on the other timeline objectively Chris could see the method to his brother's madness.

"Oh, god," Victor breathed.

Chris opened his mouth to say something when his cell phone went off again. Frowning Chris pulled out his cell phone and flipped it open. "Hello?" He said, talking into the phone as he looked over to his Grandpa who was still processing the information he had just learned. And Chris, he couldn't blame him. Learning of all of this had thrown him to a loop, but as selfish as it was, Chris couldn't help but feel a bit of weight being lifted off his shoulders since he had told his grandfather the truth. It almost made him want to tell the others the truth. Almost, but not quite.

"Hey Chris," Wyatt's voice rang from the other end, "hey are you okay? Are you ready to come back? We did some snooping and we're getting ready to go back to the hospital." Wyatt stated, causing Chris to nod despite the fact his brother couldn't see him. "So, where are you?" Wyatt asked tightly, and Chris knew why. He had blocked himself from Wyatt and had his brother on mute, that way his brother wouldn't realise where he was. The last thing Chris wanted was for Wyatt to orb in when he said something along the line of 'Wyatt was an evil tyrant.'

"At Grandpa's," Chris said simply, he wasn't going to lie to Wyatt, not about this. This was one of the few things he could be honest about it, besides it was best not to lie when it wasn't necessary. Chris' other memories had taught him that. Taking a deep breath Chris stood up, "do we know what we're up against?"

It was Wyatt's turn to let out a deep breath, "yeah, from what we found out it's most likely a ghost, or as Prue put it 'an equally creepy thingy,'" He said in heavy sarcasm causing Chris to snort. "So, you coming?"

Chris looked over to his catatonic Grandpa and nodded, "yeah, I'll be there in a minute." Chris answered as he hung up. Smiling at his Grandpa he sighed and ran a finger through his hair, "something has come up and I have to go," Chris said simply as he gestured to the door. "So, bye."

"Chris," Victor called, looking pointedly at Chris when his youngest grandson met his eyes. "I wont tell your parents," he said simply, almost smiling when Chris let out a breath of relief. "That's your job, and it's one that you will have to do sooner or later. But I wont tell them."

"Thank-you Grandpa," Chris said sincerely as he went to orb out, and he had dissolved when his Grandfather's voice called him back.

"But-" Victor began, smirking when Chris reappeared in the same spot looking as though he was a deer in the headlights. "When this is cleared up, I expect to see you on my doorstep." Victor said firmly, "I understand why you wont talk to anyone else, but I'm not anyone else." He smirked, "after all, talking is what we do." He stated, chuckling when Chris' face contorted into an annoyed expression at the fact that his words had been used against him. He hated being backed into a corner. "You and I have some serious talking to do. Besides, you need to get this off your chest. And if you don't agree, I will call your mother."

Chris sighed and nodded, knowing his Grandpa wasn't bluffing. That was a threat that only a teacher or Grandpa would use, and Chris was actually terrified of his mother. Not because she had ever done anything, but Piper Halliwell was creepy. "I'll be back," he said, before finally dissolving into blue and white orbs leaving behind a smirking Victor Bennett, who was to say the least, impressed with himself.

To Be Continued…

Author's Note : Hey! Well, look at that, Chris broke down and told someone. There you go, all of you wanted someone to find out, so there we go. I liked that scene, it was one of my favourite. hah, Chris' words were used against him. Come on, Chris and Victor were destined to be close - so Chris will talk to Victor again. The next chapter will be added in a few days, so be on the look out. And in case you haven't noticed, the Wyatt and Emily one-shot has been added. Please review.