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"I'm not going to ask again. What is going on?" Piper Halliwell was not one that you wanted to upset and that is just what they were doing. Cole looked to Wyatt, hinting that he should tell her. "Why me?" Wyatt hissed. "Because she won't kill you. Me on the other hand." He left the rest of the sentence unspoken. Before Wyatt could say anything Chris started speaking. "Mom this is Wyatt and Cole, from the future," he explained lamely. "Wyatt?" Her eyes widened as she looked at her son. Her son the would torture people. Her son that would kill his family. Her son that would take over the world.
"Not that future. From the changed future. The better one, the good one," Wyatt ammended. "Changed future? It works? We save the future?" Chris smilied at her and nodded, "Apparently." She went over to him and pulled him into a hug. He would never know how much she loved him and how proud of him she was. "Ahem!" Cole raised his eyebrows pointedly. "Sorry, Chris apologized before letting them out. "Hi Mom," Wyatt said as he hugged her. She turned to Cole, "Why are you here?" "He's good Mom. He helps me," Chris spoke up before something got broken or someone got hurt. "Fine. Why are you here?" She asked her oldest son as she turned to face him. "We told Chris. He just failed to mention it to you. Chris dies in the past saving me. It's affecting him in the future. He's dying," he finished sadly.
Chris was watching him the entire time. It was weird seeing a good Wyatt, and on top of that a Wyatt who cared about him. "Wh-what do you mean dying?" Piper asked, shocked. "Mom," the brothers started at the same time. The oldest backed off knowing that his mom needed his brother right now. Chris held his mom as she dealt with the conflicting emotions and thoughts that were swirling in her mind. She was finally able to sort one thing out. "Call everyone together. We need a meeting." "Are you ok?" She turned, suprised, to Cole, who had asked the question. "Yes," she answered unsure. "Ok. I'll be right back," Chris told her. In a shower of blue orbs he disappeared going to get the rest of their family. The younger Halliwell brother wasn't sure what was going to happen or what they would do. What he was sure about was that this meeting wasn't going to go well.
Two hours later and everyone was nursing headaches. As predicted the meeting didn't go well. They had gone down a list explaining what was going on: 1. Don't kill Cole 2. Wyatt is good 3. There are two futures 4. Chris succeeds 5. Chris dies 6. Future Chris is dying.
Each topic brought the expected reactions: 1. Uncertainty (after Phoebe and Paige attacking), 2. Uncertainty followed by happiness, 3. Confusion, 4. Joy and pride, 5. Shock and sadness, 6. Shock and sadness again.
Chris wasn't sure what to do when he found himself with an armload of crying aunts. After he was able to get them settled his dad came and he had to repeat the process. All he wanted to do was go to bed. He and Wyatt were sharing a room. Everyone headed upstairs. They were to emotional and shocked to do anymore tonight. "So when did mom and dad tell you what happend?" He asked his big brother. "Earlier today." "So they told you the whole story? Including who did it?" Wyatt looked sheepish at the question, "Well yes," he answered slowly. "But," he said as Chris started to get up, "I was in shock and frantic so I don't remember." He had expected Chris to be angry, but he just laughed. "Are you ok?" "Ya," he said still chuckling. "You sure? You're not mad?" "Nope." "You're laughing at me," Wyatt complained. "Yep," Chris smiled at him. "Go to sleep."
The younger didn't dodge the pillow the older threw at him. It smacked him right in the face. Chris felt happy as he went to bed. After watching his brother all day he knew that he had succeeded. Joking with Wyatt had helped him put off his worries. He wouldn't let anyone see it but he was worried. Scratch that, he was scared, and there was nothing he could do to change it.