A/N: Okay… I just wanted you guys to know that I kind of glossed over Phoebe as a genie and how they fix that (as they needed Chris in that episode to do it), and skipped ahead to my own little made-up part of Piper and Leo.

Now it is time to thank my reviewers… let's see we have the-raven-angel, bstant, Potterwing, Hellcat1031, Kitty-Witty-Kate, M.J.L.S., shadowhisper, scme, aerohead1980, Charmedp3123, Touch of the Wind, and last but not least petites sorcieres. Thank you, for the kind words of support. If I missed anyone, I'm sorry! Thank you!

P.S… I have no real information about San Francisco (as I'm a Utah girl, born and raised)

I'm just getting stuff off the 'net and hoping it sounds as real as possible.

"So I see you've been demon hunting?" Chris asked, eyeing Alana up and down. The shape-shifter was dressed from head to toe in black… better to blend in with the darkness. Two twin blades, long and razor sharp, were strapped at each of her sides, just above her hips. She wore cargo pants, Chris knew, as she relied on the many pockets to keep various potions in.

Some might have called all of that overkill… but Chris didn't.

Her keen instincts had served her well in this Wyatt-ruled world.

As the younger brother of the freakin' anti-Christ himself, Chris understood all too well.

In fact, he was probably more paranoid than she was.

"So what has everyone been up to?" Chris queried as they walked, cautiously, hiding periodically in spare growth along the roads.

He of course was referring to the rebel group that he had headed, trying to stop Wyatt. It had no real name, just a number of witches, whitelighters, and other magical creatures.

"Our Rebel Alliance?" Alana asked lightly.

Chris grinned. He had almost forgotten about Alana's nickname for them. She had been a Star Wars fan; she had told him, back before Wyatt's tyranny. So was he. They had had many mock-heated discussions on the movies, in fact… during late nights, or when the stress got so bad, Chris didn't think he had the strength to lead them anymore.

"We've been doing okay…" she said, after a moment's pause.

But Chris, of course, wasn't convinced. "You're lying to an empath, Alana."

She was silent for a long moment. "Adam went over to Wyatt's side. But if that wasn't bad enough, he told him where the one safe-house that he knew about was located."

Chris felt her pain, knew what was coming, and clenched his fists tightly.

"We lost about half the people there."

He closed his eyes. The safe-house was a place for ordinary people…men, women… children… who were running from Wyatt, to stay. They usually held 120 people or so.

To wipe out half of them…

"I'm so sorry. I was in charge, and I screwed up." she whispered.

Chris looked over, nearly overwhelmed by the waves of pain that were coming from her.

Her dark eyes were red-rimmed and suspiciously damp.

And when he glanced over at her, one tear, then another, finally escaped.

"What are you sorry for? It wasn't your fault, Alana. It was Wyatt's fault, 100."

Chris closed his eyes. Because even as he said it, he didn't believe it himself.

Not about Alana, no… there was nothing she could've done. She was a powerful witch, but she never would stand a chance against his brother.

Did I do the right… going back? Yes, I was trying to save Wyatt, but I never even came close to discovering what demon turned him. And look where it got me… sent back here, by my own father and I find out that while I was out accomplishing absolutely nothing, 120 people, probably more, have been killed by my wonderful, sadistic, demon-collecting brother.

Alana was no empath, but she could plainly see the hate, the loathing and self-recrimination flare up in Chris's blue eyes, and gently touched his arm.

"Stop. It's not your fault. Nobody blames you," she repeated his earlier words. "It was Wyatt's fault, 100"

"Yes, it was my brother's fault. I went back to the past to prevent this… to change it. And what did I accomplish? Nothing! I never even found a hint as to what demon turned Wyatt."

"Why did you come back early then?" Alana asked, curious now.

"Oh, it wasn't by choice. You see, Leo-"

"Leo? As in Leo your father?"

Chris let out a humorless laugh. "Yeah. You see, I had been awarded the Charmed Ones… my mother and my aunts, I had been awarded their new Whitelighter. Which was a good thing, as I could spend time there, and try and find-"

"Find out what turns Wyatt?"

He ran a distracted hand through his hair. "Yeah. Anyway, Leo caught me a couple times with Wyatt, and so automatically he got a little irate. So this last time, when Aunt Phoebe freed a genie…"

"Oh no."

"He used it as an excuse to get rid of me."

Alana raised an eyebrow. "So they don't know who you are?"

"Uh… well actually, Aunt Phoebe does. She saw me in a vision," he smiled. "She actually argued against Leo sending me away. I think I was growing on her."

"Oh my god." Piper whispered.

They had came out in Union Square, the central shopping district… or at least it had been.

She couldn't help it. As everywhere she looked around her, devastation ruled her once beloved-San-Francisco.

"This is Chris's future? My god, no wonder he didn't want to come back." she whispered softly.

Equally stunned, Paige, Phoebe, and Leo stood beside her, the latter having a look of utter horror mixed with shame on his face.

"And I sent him back to this," Leo said, his voice barely audible. "What in the hell have I done?"

"Nothing that you can't fix yet, Leo, because Chris is still alive. I know it, he's a fighter," Phoebe replied. "How else would he have been able to survive," she waved an encompassing hand. "In this? For so many years?"

Not to mention he's a Halliwell… we're tough.

But that was something she was so not going to mention to her sister and Leo.

But as it turned out, she didn't have to say anything at all.

Because a picture was worth a thousand words, after all.

They all came to a halt in front a all-too familiar building… P3. Which had practically been destroyed. It was little more than a charred hunk of rubble.

Piper had tears glimmering in her dark eyes as she gazed upon the ruin of what could become of her beautiful nightclub, but she refused to let them fall.

Then she gasped; blindly reaching out to snag a photograph which had been placed on the side of the wall. Along with a bunch of others, but this one stood out.

It was a picture of Chris; looking younger than the version than knew, a more beat-up. His eye was blackened, and a vicious-looking gash ran along his cheekbone.

But that wasn't what had caused Piper's startled inhalation of breath.

No, that was the stark lettering on the bottom.

Christopher Perry Halliwell

Phoebe took it from her sister, and scanned it. It was basically an updated version of a wanted poster. It told that Christopher Halliwell was wanted for treason against their ruler…

Wyatt Matthew Halliwell.

Phoebe peeked up from the poster, and into Piper and Leo's stunned faces.

"Uh… surprise!"

"You knew about this?" Piper waved her hands.

"Um, you mean about Chris being your son?"

Piper's dark brown eyes glinted dangerously, and Phoebe unconsciously took a step back.

"What do you think I mean? Of course I meant that! How long have you known?"

"Yeah, um… well remember when I took that vision quest at Magic School during the whole Headless Horsemen deal? I found out then."

Piper stilled. "That was over a month ago, Phoebe. You knew that Chris… our Whitelighter was my son and you never thought to tell me?" Her voice was stiff with anger.

Phoebe winced. "It's not that I didn't want to… but Chris made me promise. Because you two had to get… back together, for lack of a better word, for him to even exist. So anything I said could've had future consequences."

Piper was silent for a moment; then she finally nodded. "Okay. I understand."

She stared down at the wanted poster with heartbreak written all over her face.

"So I have one son that I didn't even know about… and Wyatt…" she closed her eyes. "Chris was telling the truth the whole time, except he underrated it. My oldest grows up to be one of the most evil magical beings in history. Who wants his own younger brother dead," Piper bit her lip, in a effort to staunch back the tears. "What did I do? What did I do that messed Wyatt up so badly?"

Paige wrapped a comforting arm around Piper. "Oh, sweetie, it wasn't you. You heard Chris, it was a demon that turned him."

Piper closed her eyes, but the tears escaped anyway. "Oh god, we were so cruel to Chris. He must hate us."

Phoebe shook her head. "No, no he doesn't. When we talk, he always calls you mom. He loves you."

She carefully danced around the subject of Leo, whom Chris wasn't so fond of. Not that he had told her, but she could always hear the tenseness in his voice when he spoke of his father.

Piper smiled, trying to wipe away the tears from her face. "Really?"

Phoebe smiled back at her. "Really. Now let's go find him, and he can tell you himself, shall we?"

They had made it to their group's headquarters.

Or at least, the headquarters for this week. They were forced to move around frequently.

"Chris!"

He smiled. Apparently, he'd been missed more than he thought.

The current voice in question belonged to Keiko Yamagata, a nineteen-year-old witch who was an excellent Conjurer.

His smile grew as she launched herself into his arms, and hugged him fiercely.

It was nice to know that he had been missed.

"We've been worried… Wyatt sending Bianca." she said, her black eyes moist.

"It turned out fine." he said, hoping she'd leave it at that.

He really didn't want to go into Bianca's death.

She did, but changed topics. "Aren't you back early?"

Alana gave the younger girl a look. "Drop it, Keiko."

The small nineteen-year-old looked hurt. "Okay." she replied softly.

Chris sighed, feeling as though he'd kicked a puppy. "I'm sorry Keiko… it's just a… sore topic. I don't really feel like talking about it right now."

"All right." she said, and promptly dropped the matter.

Meanwhile more voices were calling him, happy and disbelieving.

"Christopher! It was Jack Ellis, who at the age of thirty-three, was one of the older members. Not that he was old, but in this day-and-age, people of the magical community didn't have a terrific life expectancy.

Chris smiled a little, and clasped the other man's hand. "Hey Jack. Nice to see you, too."

He glanced around and the smile vanished. It seemed that many of their group was missing.

Both Jack and Alana followed his gaze, and Jack quietly echoed his thoughts. "Yeah… we've lost some people why you've been gone."

Alana's eyes shot downwards. "I'm sorry Chris," she began to repeat her earlier words. You left me in charge, and I-"

He placed a finger gently on her lips, and took her over to the corner to have more privacy. "Don't even finish that sentence. I know what you're going to say, and you did not let me down in any way. We would've lost people, even if I had been here," he shook his head. "You have too much faith in me. I'm not some kind of superhero. I'm just a idiot who couldn't even figure out what demon turned his brother in order to save-"

"Stop it! Stop it right now!" Alana ordered, dark eyes flashing.

She took his hand, squeezed it. "You're no idiot, Christopher Perry Halliwell. And perhaps you're no superhero, but you are the closest thing we have to one around here. You're just as strong as Wyatt-"

"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of." he whispered

Alana's heart wrenched as she heard Chris's nearly inaudible confession.

She was one of the few people who knew how deeply the guilt… and fear of being Wyatt's younger brother weighed on him.

The two of them had been involved… it felt like another like another lifetime ago, sometimes, but the memories were still so warm and clear to Alana…

As she still loved him.

Their relationship had began shortly before Wyatt's oppressiveness had begun, and had lasted a little while after.

But then Chris had formed their underground movement… and had met Bianca Hayes.

But before their break-up, Chris had talked to her… opened up to her. Which was a rare occurrence, Chris didn't trust easily, and talking about his feelings was difficult for him.

She remembered now... one conversation, shortly after Wyatt had taken control.

They had been lying in bed, arms wrapped around each other.

But she could tell that Chris had something weighing on his mind. His blue eyes were distant, and unfocused, even as he stroked her hair.

She sat up, the sheets pooling around her waist. "Chris, baby, what's wrong? And don't try to tell me nothing, because I can tell. You've been acting strange all night."

Chris stood and walked to the window, purposely keeping his back to Alana. So she wouldn't see him struggling with his emotions. "Wyatt… he killed five Whitelighters tonight."

Alana felt sickened. "Oh my god… who were they?"

"Michael Blackwood, Nick Morrell, Katie Patterson, Sara Gavin," Chris was silent for a moment. "And Zack Silverman."

Alana got to her feet to go to Chris's side. She didn't think it was possible to feel any worse than she already did, but as Chris said the last name, she felt the bitter taste of acid flood her throat.

Zack Silverman, like Chris, was half-Witch, half-Whitelighter. They were both the same age, and had met when they had first gone into Magic School at age four. Chris being Zack's protector from the bigger kids, as he wasn't as strong.

They had kept in touch, no matter what. Best friends forever, they had vowed.

Then Wyatt came into power…

"I should've watched out for him more… I should've known this was going to happen. Wyatt knew Zack was my friend," Chris closed his eyes. "I messed up, and got my best friend killed."

Alana hadn't known it then, but their relationship was over that night.

Chris, having already lost his best friend, wasn't about to lose the girl he loved.

So as gently as he could; he broke up with her two days later.

And four months later, he started dating Bianca Hayes. A witch who was a former assassin… she came from the group called The Phoenix, which were very elite and very powerful.

They went after whatever bounty they were after, and were born with a very distinctive birthmark on their arm. A red bird, a Phoenix which represented the rise from Salem's ashes.

And although Bianca said she had left the Phoenix group, everyone was still wary of her.

Even Chris.

Alana had always wondered why Chris had broken up with her with to be with Bianca; a woman that he obviously didn't fully trust.

But now she knew.

He had thought, that with Bianca's assassin background, she had a better chance of surviving.

In short, he was scared.

He thought if he continued to date her; Wyatt would use their relationship, and Alana would end up dead.

Just like Zackary Silverman, still to whom this day Chris didn't talk about.

Well, she'd make him understand that she still loved him and wanted a relationship with him.

If he wanted it, that is.

She had a feeling she'd have to prove to him that she was just as tough, if not tougher, than Bianca Hayes.

After all, she was still here, wasn't she?

And Bianca was not.

Piper, Phoebe, Paige and Leo continued to peruse the wanted posters. All of them were obviously fugitives from Wyatt.

There was a picture of a twenty-two-year-old, stunning raven-haired young woman named Alana Cassidy. She, too, like Chris, was wanted for treason, and if caught, would be put to death.

There was a lot of them too. A nineteen-year-old girl named Keiko Yamagata.

And the list went on and on…

There was also a familiar picture on the wall.

Bianca Hayes, aged twenty-seven.

Now deceased.

Like many of the people on there.

Gazing at the long line of wanted posters, Piper whispered. "We need to find Chris, now. Before something bad happens to him."

Okay... hope this is good. I'll be working on the next chapter, if you guys want it...