When Chris woke the next morning, he found himself lying in his underwear, covered with 4

blankets. How had he gotten there? Chris couldn't remember. He did notice that his injuries

were gone. How had that happened? He didn't give himself time to contemplate the issue

before getting dressed and ready to go to the underworld. Chris needed to save his useless

older brother from himself, and the only way to do that was to vanquish as many demons as

possible. Just as he was about to head out, he heard the sound of orbing. Leo appeared

behind him. "We need to talk" was all he said before crossing his arms across his chest. Oh

great, what is it I'm suppose to have done now. "What is it Leo" Chris asked. "Maybe you

should sit down" was the only answer he got from his future father who was now looking

town at his feet. Sit down, why the hell should he sit down? And was his father nervous, since

when was his father nervous? He didn't know did he? No. Chris discarded that idea

immediately. Nobody knew. "Why don't you just tell me what you want?" Chris could see

Leo struggling to find the words. Something was not right about this picture. "Christopher"

Chris flinched at the use of his full name; his parents would always use it when they were

mad. Leo didn't seem to notice. "Christopher was my father's name" Chris felt a knot form in

his stomach as his face expression changed from annoyed to stunned in less than a second.

This isn't happening. "And what has that got to do with anything? Many people name their

kids Christopher, it's a nice name. What exactly are you insinuating? He rambled on.

Leo watched amused as Chris got more and more agitated. He looked so much like his

mother when he was stressed. How could he not have seen it before? He must have been

temporarily blind. "Chris, we both know what I'm talking about so why don't we stop

pretending." Leo went and grabbed Chris' shoulders. Chris cringed under his touch. "I know

Chris. I know. I'm okay with it. You don't need to worry." Leo could sense the kid tense as he

was talking. This was not going to be easy. Chris pulled away abruptly and moved away from

him. " I need to go to the underworld Leo" the kid said as he moved as far away from his

father as possible. "Now? Its 7 am Chris. I really don't think..."Leo began apprehensively.

Chris interrupted him. "Now Leo okay, I need to go and vanquish some demons to keep

Wyatt save" he said before orbing out, leaving Leo to stare at the spot where he had just

been. Great, his son was going to the underworld alone at 7 o'clock in the morning. At least

there was one less thing on his list of things to do for the day. Number one had been to tell

Chris, who wanted him to stay as far away from him as possible, that he knew he was his son

which had caused said son to disappear to the most unsafe place on the planet. Number to:

make up with his wife so Chris wouldn't die before he was even born. Number three: give his

son some fatherly advice: Tell him to stop hunting demons alone, to eat at least three meals

a day and sleep no less than six hours per night. Number four would be to pick up some ice

for the black eye he was sure to get while performing task number three. This was going to

be a long day.

Piper was cleaning up after breakfast. Every now and then she glanced at Wyatt who was

sitting on the floor playing with his toys. He was getting so big, almost two, and everyday he

reminded her of his angelic father. God, how she missed Leo sometimes. Even though she

was dating Greg, Leo somehow always managed to weasel his way into her mind. Speak of

the devil Piper thought as her husband appeared in a flurry of orbs. He greeted her with a

smile. She smiled back. About two seconds later he grabbed her and kissed her passionately.

Piper pulled away quickly before she glared at her soon-to-be ex-husband. "What do you

think you're doing" she nearly shrieked. "Kissing my wife" was the only answer she got

before he pulled her close to him again. No, no, this is not happening. He is not doing this to

be. I'm with Greg. I like Greg. I…I love Leo. Her mind finally decided as they continued kissing.

When they finally pulled apart, Leo wrapped his arms around her. "I love you Piper Halliwell,

you know that don't you?" he asked. There was a distant worried look in his eyes. Something

was troubling him. "Of course I do. I love you too, Leo Wyatt, but why are you doing this to

me? You're still an elder. You're still going to leave." Leo only pulled her closer. "I spoke to

the elders this morning. I'm on hiatus." Piper inhaled slowly. Was this really happening? Was

everything going to be okay again? "I want my family back" she could hear him whisper. " I

want you back to" Piper said as they both stood there in each other's arms. She had missed

him so much. He'd better not be messing around, because I swear I'll blow him up till our

son's 18th graduation.

22 years in the future

Wyatt was in the attic staring at the black marks on the wall. Had he really thrown a fireball

at his little brother? You don't throw fireballs at your little brother. It all seemed so vivid. He

had tried to strangle Chris and he had killed Bianca. He could still see the devastated and

scared look on his brother's face. It made him queasy. God, what am I a wimp? His brother

was a big boy. He could handle it. Chris was probably pissed though. Well he better get in

line! What the hell was he thinking going to the past? "I didn't go back to betray you, Wyatt.

I went back to save you." Chris's words echoed in his mind. Save me? I don't need fucking

saving. You're the one who needs saving you little brat. Anything could have happened to

the kid and as much as Wyatt hated to admit it he was a bit worried. Chris was his

responsibility. He had promised his mother, mere hours before she died, that he would take

care of the spoiled little brat, and that was exactly what he was going to do. Chris was

coming back with him, voluntarily, unconscious or kicking and screaming. It was Chris'

choice. Besides who knows what he might screw up, stuck in his good vs. evil morass? Chris

was the only family he had left, except for his dead beat stuck up father of course. Enough

was enough. His brother's childish rebellion had been going on long enough. Chris would just

have to face the fact that the world wasn't perfect. Time to wake up, little brother. You're

coming home.