A/N: We really haven't seen much of Chris's perspective throughout this story so I'm hoping that you like this chapter. It prominently displays our favorite character and reveals a bit more of what happened to Chris when he was taken. Enjoy!

A/N: Warning: The contents of this chapter may be found to be potentially disturbing by some. Charmed was written for a PG-13 audience, but as fan fic writers we can take a few liberties. I believe that for a demon to be truly evil, they'd have to commit heinous crimes. Rest assured that most of what will be described here will be implied, rather than going into graphic detail, but it may still be upsetting.

Chapter 11- An Angel Among Demons

Chris knocked back his second shot of whiskey and wiped his mouth with the side of his hand. He was staring at the back wall of the demon bar he was currently sitting in, trying to look bored. In all actuality he was skillfully listening in on the many conversations that were occurring around him.

After his stupid mistake he made in front of Piper, he had needed a stiff drink to calm his nerves. He still couldn't believe that he had actually slipped and called LEO his "dad." All the months he had been in the past he had never let on who he really was and now his anonymity was gone with one fail swoop. Not that it mattered. Piper didn't react the way he expected to. He would have understood anger or tears at the very least, but the quiet acceptance she had displayed had been unnerving. He didn't know what to do with that, if anything. For now he decided it was best if he pretended that it didn't happen. If she didn't care, then neither would he.

Chris had debated orbing to P3, but then decided that if he was going to drink at least he could be searching for some answers while doing so. So far this little excursion hadn't amounted to much. There had been a few brawls, at least one demon vanquishing another, and a debate over the proper use of shielding spell against witches, but otherwise it had been fairly quiet.

He had frequented this particular bar so many times now that the bartender had taken to pouring his preferred demon alcohol concoction as soon as he had taken a seat at the end of the bar. They rarely spoke, which suited Chris just fine. It was a welcome change to the friendly banter that human bartenders felt compelled to have with their patrons, hoping to make a bigger tip.

At first he had been nervous that the demons might discover that he was actually part witch-part whitelighter. But he soon found that if he dressed in dark clothing, overlooked general hygiene, and stuck to the shadows they left him alone for the most part. The glamour he cast each time to disguise his features certainly helped as well. Had his identity been discovered, Chris had to simply use his powers or orb to safety.

Surprisingly, he felt almost relaxed sitting there. Demons were even more self-absorbed than humans were; more concerned with bragging about their conquests and pursuits for more power than wondering about the quiet patron who visited the raucous bar occasionally. For all they knew he was some lower level demon- nothing that would garner much attention from these power hungry monsters. Thankfully Chris hadn't had to be on the defensive when he was here. He could simply be a fly on the wall, blending into the shadows.

Unfortunately, there wasn't much for him to learn this evening. His usual contacts hadn't been coming around much and he didn't know what to make of that. Had they caught onto his little game? Were the busy with their own pursuits? Or had they simply been vanquished by some foe? He had no way of knowing and he was growing increasingly more frustrated. One little lead was all that he needed- just something to go on to make all of this trouble worth while. But luck was not on his side.

Sitting there quietly, he slowly came to the realization that this was all rather pointless. If he were honest with himself, he would come to the conclusion that he already held the key that would unlock the mystery he was chasing after. He just didn't want to remember any of it. And therein lay the problem. How do you go about vanquishing a demon that you swore you would never allow yourself to think of again?

He had a headache brewing and he rubbed his aching temples hoping to quell some of the pain. He had to get out of here. That much he was sure of. He tried to avoid the underworld at all costs, but lately his visits had become more and more frequent. Now he wasn't so sure that any of it had been really needed.

He threw a few odd looking stone coins onto the bar as payment and received a nod from the bartender. Strolling to the outer corridor, he orbed to P3 once he knew he was out of sight of any demons.

Once in his cozy little office room, he collapsed onto the sofa, his makeshift bed, and put up his feet. Maybe a couple hours of sleep would do him some good. He closed his eyes, but found he couldn't fall asleep. Someone was calling his name.

"Chris? Chris…"

It was Piper. He felt himself grow nervous, wondering what she wanted. He wasn't so sure that he knew how to face her now that Piper knew that she was really his mother.

"Chris, I need you!"

Fearing that she was in trouble somehow, he took a deep breath and orbed to the manor. He rematerialized in her bedroom and saw Piper sitting on the edge of her bed waiting expectantly.

"What is it?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Hi," she said, smiling at him with a bemused expression.

"Hi… now what is it that you needed?" Chris asked, growing a little irritated. He had thought she was in trouble or something.

"I need to talk to you," she said.

"Well, sorry but I don't feel like talking," he replied as he began to orb away. He really did not want to get into an awkward conversation right now.

Chris was surprised when he didn't reappear back at P3 and realized that Piper had grabbed his orbs to prevent him from leaving. Taking him by the arm she pulled him down onto the bed beside her.

"Piper, I don't have time for this," he lied, pulling his arm away.

"So make time. This is important," she said firmly. "You are important."

Chris raised an eyebrow at this. "Now I'm important? Yesterday I was your annoying whitelighter. Just because you found out today that I'm your son, it doesn't change anything," he said, looking away now.

She looked at him in disbelief. "It changes everything!"

"Why?"

"Because I didn't understand before."

"And now you do?" he asked patronizingly.

She nodded. "I had no idea… about any of it. All I knew was that you were a whitelighter from the future trying to warn us that Wyatt would become evil. I didn't want to believe it, and after all things you did…" She paused there, not wanting to sound accusatory. "I just didn't understand then. But now I do. It all makes sense now."

"What makes sense?"

"Why you came back… Why you did some of the things you had to do… all of it."

Chris shrugged, not sure how to reply.

"I meant what I said before. I am sorry for how I treated you," she said softly.

"It's alright," Chris forced himself to say, though inside he still felt very hurt.

"Not it's not. You are my son… I should have known…" she said, shaking her head sadly. She didn't deserve to be forgiven so easily.

"It's okay."

"No, it's not. What kind of mom am I?" she asked herself.

"You were the best…" he said softly, echoing the comment had made earlier. And she was. He couldn't have asked for a better childhood. It was only after her death that everything went to hell.

Chris's comment made Piper smile, until she saw that her son's eyes were filling with tears.

She reached and grabbed his hand, taking it into her own. "It'll be okay, Chris. We're going to change the future. I'm not going to die and leave you alone to face those demons this time around."

He nodded, but it was clear something was still troubling him. Even if they did manage to vanquish the demons responsible, Chris would still be left with the memories of what had happened.

Piper wasn't sure what else to say. She knew that he was probably feeling rather uncomfortable with the situation, so she did the only thing she could think of. She reached out and wrapped her arms around him hoping to comfort him. Sadly, Chris couldn't bring himself to return the hug. He just sat their stiffly in her arms, sniffling to hold back the tears that so desperately wanted to fall. She just held on, knowing instinctively that this was what he needed. Although he never did return the embrace, he finally allowed himself to rest his head against her shoulder, letting out a soft sigh.

That sat like this for a short while, as mother and son. But like with all good things, it had to end.

They were suddenly disturbed by Piper's sisters noisily coming up the stairs from the foyer. The pair reluctantly broke apart and listened to the girls' conversation.

"Ugh! He's driving me crazy," said Paige in an annoyed tone.

"Who Chris?" Phoebe asked.

"No, Richard. I just called his cell again and he's still not answering. I've just got this awful feeling that he's still practicing magic," she replied, as they slowly walked past Piper's bedroom door, oblivious to the occupants within.

"Sorry honey. Do you need something to distract you?" Phoebe suggested.

"Absolutely. What do ya got?"

"I think I know a way to save all of us," said Phoebe eagerly.

Piper and Chris looked at one another and then went out to the hallway to meet them.

"How?" asked Piper.

Phoebe and Paige whirled around in surprise, first for being overheard and secondly because Piper and Chris were standing there together. They had thought after his abrupt departure earlier that they wouldn't be seeing him again for awhile.

"How what?" Phoebe asked stupidly.

"How are you going to save us all?" Piper said pointedly.

"Oh, that," her sister replied. "Yeah, well come on up to the attic and I'll tell you."

After checking on Wyatt in the nursery, the foursome went up the stairs to find both Leo's deep in conversation. The pair stood up in unison when they saw the group enter the attic.

"What's going on?" they both asked simultaneously.

"Okay, that was weird," said Paige, shaking her head at the doppelgangers.

"Phoebe thinks she can save us," Piper replied.

"Really? How?" Leo asked. "Did we figure out the demons responsible?"

"No," said Phoebe. "But I think this spell could help us."

She handed over a piece of notebook paper, which the others then read and passed around. No one seemed to know what to say. Paige, who almost always played the Devil's advocate, was the first to voice her concern.

"We tried to ask the Book before to show us the demon responsible for turning Wyatt evil, and that didn't work. What makes you think that this spell will work now?" asked Paige, clearly believing that her sister was wrong.

"The first spell did work," Phoebe argued. "Not the way we intended it, but we still got the answers we needed."

Paige nodded grudgingly. "Yeah, well what makes you think that this spell will work the way you intend? What if the personal gain consequences cause the spell to go all haywire?"

"Well, we've got nothing else to go on," said Phoebe, looking tired and defeated. "Besides, I wrote the spell in such way so that it's open for magical interpretation. If the demon isn't in the Book, I think it might help me have a premonition or something."

"Magical interpretation, huh? It sounds a little sketchy, if you ask me" Paige muttered, crinkling her nose in distaste.

"What do we have to lose?" asked Phoebe in exasperation. "Why not at least try it?"

"She's right," said Piper. "We really have nothing to lose. I think Phoebe should try it."

"I do too," agreed Chris, looking a little apprehensive about it all.

"Really?" asked LEO. "Are you sure you're ready for this."

Chris nodded. "I don't have a choice, do I? We need to stop this evil from ever happening and I'm out of ideas."

As much as he wanted to run away and never look back, he knew that if there was a chance to save his mother and his aunts, he had to take it. Even if it meant remembering what happened to him. Maybe there was a chance that they could prevent it from happening and thereby alter his memories when he returned to the future.

"Is this a power of three spell?" asked Paige.

"No, I thought I'd try it on my own first and see what happens," Phoebe replied.

"Well, go ahead," Piper encouraged her sister.

Phoebe nodded eagerly and then began to recite the spell she had written. "A troubled past, I wish to see, Reveal the demon that took Chris, Show him to me."

Instead of flipping the pages of the Book of Shadows open to the appropriate demon, Phoebe felt herself being pulled into what she thought was a premonition. Phoebe felt as though she might collapse from the sheer strength of the spell and reached out to the nearest person. She grabbed onto Chris not knowing the affect it would have on him.

Phoebe suddenly found herself in a darkened cave. Chris was standing beside her looking quite pale with shock. Her sisters and both Leo's were no where to be found.

"What happened?" he asked. "Is this a premonition?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "This isn't normally how my premonitions work."

"What do you mean?" he asked, never having truly understood how Phoebe's visions worked.

"I'm not usually apart of them like this. I see them as though I were a third party, not as myself. I'm wondering if the spell brought us somewhere instead. "

"Then where are we?" Chris asked, trying to peer through the dimly lit cave.

"It looks like the underworld… maybe we've been taken to the demon's lair?" Phoebe suggested. Chris seemed to grow paler at that. "Do you remember this place?"

"No," he said, though he wasn't sure if that was really true.

They both looked around, trying to determine why the spell would have taken them here. The cave they were standing in was fairly small, perhaps the size of a small bedroom, with only one entrance. Like all caves, it smelled damp and musty, but there was something else that was fouling the air as well; something almost indescribable, yet familiar as well.

There was barely any light and what little illumination there was seemed to be coming from down the corridor. If Chris had to guess he would have said that it looked like torch light, the way it bounced off the walls as it neared the entrance of the cave. The dancing amber glow was just enough to make the cave appear to be barren. To their knowledge there was nothing else to indicate why they were here.

At least they thought so.

"Should we follow that tunnel?" Phoebe asked.

Before Chris could respond, they heard a quiet cough come from the darkened corner of the cave. They whirled around to investigate, but couldn't see a thing. There was some movement as well and they could hear what sounded like chains rattle against the stone wall as though someone had repositioned themselves. Without another light source of some kind it was impossible to see who was in here with them.

"Hello?" Phoebe called. "Is someone there?"

Whoever it was didn't respond and the cave fell back into silence.

"What should we do?" whispered Phoebe, sounding fearful as she drew closer to Chris. "Do you think it's human?"

"I don't know…."

"What if it's a demon?"

"I don't know…."

As his eyes began to adjust more to the darkness, Chris could see more and more of the cave. He now realized that there were several pairs of chains hanging against the craggy wall from where they were fastened to the rock, revealing that they were standing in a dungeon of some sort. The walls were streaked with some unknown substance, which could only be described as dried blood. Bones were scattered amongst the litter of rags on the floor and the odor that fouled the air seemed to grow stronger. It made them both gag. The air smelled of various bodily fluids and of it smelled of death.

Chris felt a shiver go down his spine and he wished that Phoebe had never grabbed onto him as she cast that stupid spell. He was beginning to understand why they were brought here and his heart quickened in trepidation.

Suddenly, the torch light that had dimly lit the corridor that led from this room seemed to grow brighter. They soon realized that someone carrying the torch was moving towards them.

"What should we do?" she asked fearfully.

Chris grabbed her arm and tried to orb away but found that he wasn't able to. "I can't orb!" he said quietly, fear beginning to claw at his chest.

Left with no other option, they held their ground. The demon soon entered the cave and placed his torch in a wrought iron sconce beside the cave entrance. He was accompanied by two others, whose appearance was similar to the first. Oddly they did not seem to notice them.

Before either one could move out of the way- not that there was much room to move to- the tallest one had walked straight through Phoebe carrying a tray of some sort.

She gasped in surprise and turned towards Chris. "Is he a ghost?"

"I don't think so…"

They turned around to see what was happening and saw the demon approach whoever was in the corner of the cave. Now that they could see properly they could make out a small teenager huddled in the corner of the cave. He was rocking back and forth, his arms encircling his knees, which he had brought up to this his chest as the demon drew near. He put his head down onto his knees and tried to scoot away, but his movement was restricted. His wrists were bound by heavy iron cuffs connected to long chains that extended from the wall above his head. He was half naked and soiled from lying on the dirt floor, but they were able to see that his torso was littered with various scrapes and bruises.

They watched as the demon approached the boy and knelt down in front of him. They could see that the humanlike creature was tall, with a broad build, and was fairly muscular. He wore dark brown pants and a coarse vest woven from the fur of some type of animal. Like the others, his head was completely bald, but his was adorned with a strange sort of tattoo that looked almost Gaelic in origin. It seemed to signify him as their leader. Phoebe knew that this clue was vital and she tried to memorize the intricate design as best as she could. She was sure that it would indicate which clan they needed to vanquish.

"How are you, my pet?" the demon asked, as he then reached out stroked the boy's mop of brunet hair. "I brought you something to eat."

"Don't touch him!" Phoebe suddenly shouted, instinctively knowing how completely wrong this situation was. She tried to stop the demon, but found that her hand went completely through him. Powerless to stop him, Phoebe looked to Chris and muttered, "We must be in some sort of memory. I don't think we're really here."

Chris didn't respond and could only stare unblinkingly at the scene before him. The teenager had whimpered and tried to move away from demon's touch, but once again the chains restricted him from moving very far.

The demon then attempted to hand feed the boy some sort of piece of meat, but he couldn't tempt him to try it in any way. In frustration the demon then grabbed his face and tried to force the food into his mouth, but the boy spit it out and turned his face back down towards his knees.

"I told you, my liege," said one of the demons still standing in the cave entryway. "He continues to defy us despite our attempts to persuade him otherwise."

This seemed to anger the demon. He threw the tray across the cave scattering the food. It banged against the rocky wall and skittered away. "Why won't you eat? It's been three days! I want you strong."

"He intends to starve himself to death, Zorac," said the other. "He knows that it is the only escape."

"I've already figured that out!" Zorac yelled to his minions. "Go and leave us be. And tell the others I'm not to be disturbed."

The pair in the entryway bowed to their leader and then quietly left. Zorac turned back to the young man, studying him carefully.

"Why does it matter whether or not I eat?" the boy asked miserably, finally looking up from his knees. His green eyes peered at the demon fearfully through the strands of his dark brown hair, seeking to understand why he was being tortured so.

Phoebe gasped as she realized that she knew that battered face. Although his eyes were red rimmed and tear tracks stained his bruised face, she'd recognize him anywhere. "Oh my god! Chris… is that you?" she asked fearfully.

Chris couldn't speak. He could only stand there in shock while his heart raced a mile a minute. He had tried so hard to forget that any of this had ever happened and now here he was confronting it head on.

The demon laughed at the boy's question. "Because I need you strong so that you will continue to fight me, of course. It's so much more fun that way, and I plan on keeping you around for quite a while," he said, with a sadistic smile on his face. "If you won't eat, then I guess it's time to play again."

Fresh tears sprang to the younger Chris's eyes, and he whimpered fearfully. "No, no, no, no… please no…"

Phoebe burst into tears herself as she realized what the demon's implications were. "Leave him alone! Don't you touch him, you bastard!" she screamed. She tried to punch, kick, and claw at the demon but only found air.

The sick and twisted scene before her continued to play out despite her pleas for it to stop. Beside her, Chris had squeezed his eyes shut and was mumbling, "No, no, no… this isn't happening… this isn't happening!"

Realizing just how traumatic this must be for him, she wrapped her arms around him as if she could shield him from the pain. She tried to back out of the cave, dragging Chris along with her, but found that they were rooted to the memory and helpless to stop it.

She had avoided looking at the insidious crime taking place beside them, but that couldn't stop the onslaught of sounds that accompanied it. She wasn't exactly sure what was happening, but her imagination was supplying most of the details as she listened to the struggle.

The younger Chris has stopped begging the demon to stop and was now screaming helplessly for his father. But it was clear that his pleas for help were not being answered.

Phoebe sobbed pitifully into Chris's chest willing this memory to end, when suddenly the cave was enveloped in an odd rushing sound. Everything seemed to bend inwards as though all the matter and energy in this small space were being pulled by some strange force. Before they could even comprehend what was happening, an explosion of white light erupted, crashing against the cave walls erratically and then shooting down the long corridor.

Blinded by the light at first, Phoebe could hear a primal scream rip from the young Chris's lips as the explosion took place. When she could see again, she noticed that Zorac had been thrown away from Chris. The amazing display of power had stopped as suddenly as it had began, leaving everything smoldering in its wake. Miraculously, the iron cuffs had popped open during the surge of energy and Chris knelt there, his chest heaving in disbelief. Apparently he had not been aware he possessed such a power. He was shaking uncontrollably and tears were streaming down his face.

Phoebe saw that although the demon had been badly burned and stunned, he had not been killed. He was already beginning to come to. She glanced anxiously to the younger Chris, hoping that he'd run while he had the chance. Thankfully, the teenage Chris rose to his feet, albeit painfully, and hobbled out of the cave as fast as injuries would allow him, stifling the sobs that threatened to escape his grimacing face.

Phoebe then turned her attention to the twenty two year old Chris that she still held in her arms. Looking up at him, she took his face in her hands and gently said, "It's over now. I'm so sorry you had to go through that again."

He finally opened his eyes and looked down at her. Phoebe could see the depth of pain that lurked behind his shining green orbs.

"It's over now… I know the demon that took you. We'll stop this from ever happening," she whispered, hoping that it would relieve some of his pain. In her heart she knew that wasn't possible. He'd always be left with these horrid memories.

They were abruptly pulled back from the memory, and both of them awoke to find themselves lying on the dusty floor of the attic. They both sat up to find the others hovering around them worriedly.

"What happened?" asked Piper. "We were so worried when both of you just collapsed."

Neither Phoebe nor Chris seemed able to respond. Sensing the pain that Chris was in, Phoebe reached over and gathered him in her arms. Unable to contain the flood of tears that were building inside of him, Chris collapsed against her and began to sob.

Phoebe held him closely and quietly whispered reassurances, aware that the others had been stunned into silence at Chris's outburst of emotion. He was normally so stoic that it was almost unreal to see him so distraught.

Eventually LEO and Piper both collapsed to their knees beside them, desperate to understand. They both began to tear up when they saw how upset both Chris and Phoebe were. Paige and Leo held back, not wanting to intrude.

"What is it?" Piper asked tearfully.

Phoebe sniffled and finally looked to her big sister. "I know… I know the demons that took Chris and killed us."

"You saw where they had taken Chris?" LEO asked knowingly.

"Yes."

LEO looked as though his heart was breaking and he reached over and pulled Chris from Phoebe's arms and into his own.

"You're sure?" Piper asked, watching LEO and Chris carefully.

Phoebe nodded. "I saw a distinctive tattoo on their leader, Zorac…I think we can find them."

Piper helped her sister up. "Tell me what happened?"

Before Phoebe could reply, Chris stood up quickly from his position on the floor, his eyes wild with fury. "No! I don't want them to know! No one was supposed to know!" he yelled.

LEO stood up and put a hand on his son's shoulder, hoping to comfort him. "It's okay, Chris. She won't say anything that you don't want her to. Right, Phoebe?"

She nodded tearfully, wincing slightly as though she were in pain.

"I.. I- I gotta go… I c-can't stay here," Chris stuttered, obviously still reeling from the memory they saw.

"It's okay, Chris," Piper tried to reassure him, reaching out to pull him into her arms. "You don't have to leave-"

She was surprised when he maneuvered out of his grasp. "I can't stay," he muttered, wiping furiously at his traitorous tears.

"I'm coming with you," said LEO, grabbing his son's arm.

And suddenly the pair was gone, orbing away in a shower of brilliant blue and white lights.

"What happened?" Piper asked Phoebe, desperate to know why her son was running away from her after they had reconnected earlier. "Tell me!"

Phoebe looked torn between abiding by Chris's wishes and wanting to share with her sister the awful pain she had witnessed. She never was good at keeping secrets and she felt herself being tugged towards her sister's demand.

Leo stepped forward and thankfully saved Phoebe from revealing anything. "Chris doesn't want you to know, honey…"

"But why? I'm his mother," Piper replied, crying now. "I need to know what was so awful that my son didn't feel like he could stay."

"He's hurting…" said Leo. "Whatever happened to him, he wants to protect you from knowing about it."

"But why? What happened?"

"I don't know…" said Leo sadly.

Suddenly, there was a cry on the monitor. Wyatt had woken up from his nap and was crying out for his mommy and daddy. Taking Piper's hand into his own, the despondent pair went down stairs to check on their son- knowing that even if they couldn't help one son, they still had an obligation to another.

Phoebe and Paige were left alone in the attic, the sudden silence stretching before them only added to the obvious tension.

"Are you alright?" Paige finally asked.

Phoebe shook her head, wiping away the tears that were still falling down her face. She stilled her movements and clutched her head when she realized that any such movement would only cause her an immense amount of pain. She had a migraine coming on. "No, I'm not…" she said finally.

"What happened?" Paige whispered, hoping that her sister would share what she learned.

"I can't… I just can't-" Phoebe said, pushing past her and rushing to the toilet downstairs.

Her head was killing her now, but she was determined to make it to the bathroom before she got sick all over the floor. She barely made it.

After she had lost the contents of her stomach, Phoebe sat back against the coolness of the tub and closed her eyes, willing the pain in her to stop. Paige followed her inside, turning on the light to see properly.

"Don't!" Phoebe cried, covering her eyes.

"Don't what?"

"The light."

"Oh," said Paige, flipping the switch off. "Migraine?"

"Mm-hmm."

Paige ran a wash cloth under cold water and placed it on her middle sister's forehead head before sitting down beside her. "Can I get you anything? Tylenol? Potion? Xanax?"

Phoebe sighed and rubbed her temples. "Won't help… I just need to sleep this off…"

The thought of sleep made her whimper and she began to cry once more.

"What is it honey?"

"I'm afraid to go to sleep… I don't want to see what happened to Chris again. I can't get it out of my mind!" she said desperately.

"That bad, huh?" Paige asked softly.

Phoebe nodded, but then stilled her head when she realized once again that it was stupid to move like that with a migraine.

"C'mon. Let's get you to bed. I'll stay with you and wake you up if it seems like your having a nightmare," Paige said, helping her sister to stand up.

"Really?"

"Sure. What are sisters for?"

"But I need to draw the picture of the tattoo," Phoebe argued, as she was led to her bedroom. Her hands were pressed tightly over her eyes to prevent any light from penetrating them.

"Do you still remember what it looks like?" Paige asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, then it won't matter if you draw it now or later. Besides, you can't even open your eyes right now."

"Fine…" Phoebe relented as she crawled into bed and under the covers.

Paige lay down beside her, not sure if she would be able to fall asleep at this early hour. She reached out and massaged the back of Phoebe's head. Her sister sighed in appreciation and soon fell asleep, leaving Paige alone with her thoughts. The wheels were turning in her head, putting the pieces of the puzzle together. If what happened to Chris was as bad as Phoebe said it was and if she were correct about her assumption that Chris had been cutter, she could only imagine the awful things that been done to her poor nephew.

And so the Halliwell family was separated this evening, divided in pairs to handle their pain and misery in the only ways they could.

A/N: I haven't gotten many reviews for the last few chapters so I'm a little worried that the dark nature of this story is turning people off. If it's not your thing, that's fine, but if you are enjoying it or have something you'd like to see let me know your thoughts in a review. Thanks!