Never Should've Lied

Chapter 3: "…We talked."

"Chris!" The voice was soft, reprimanding. Yet it was so sweet, full of giggles and worry. "Look at you Peanut, you're soaked." Soft, warm hands covered his cheeks. Gentle lips brushed his forehead, "Oh baby boy, please don't scare me like that again okay?"

"O-okay mom…" His voice was hoarse, choked with his own tears.

The warm hands disappeared, the warm lips vanishing, only to be replaced by the cold, harsh wind. His mother's love was gone.

"Well if it isn't Mister Sarcastic himself! Where did you wake up, the wrong side of the bed?" The voice was full of laughter, but he could hear the worry that was etched there. A thump on the forehead, before it became a soft and gentle touch ran across his forehead to his chin. "You need to stay out of so much trouble kiddo."

The laughter and worry was gone, leaving no trace of existing.

"Oh God Chris! You could have been hurt! Why didn't you come home sooner! You had your mother panicking!" The voice was drawn out in a dramatic wail. Worried hands fluttered across his face, eyes taking in every inch of him.

The worried hands left, as if they hadn't been there.

"Little brother, you don't ever have to cry or worry. Not as long as I'm here. I'll always protect you." Protective arms wrapped around him, bringing him closer to the body behind him. "We don't need him; we don't need anyone but each other. I'll never leave you. I promise."

The arms that had kept him safe, made a million promises to him had vanished. Now it was replaced with the cold, harsh reality of the truth.

The reality that he wasn't back home.

He wasn't back home, in the Manor with his family. He wasn't with his mother. He wasn't with his Aunt Paige. He wasn't with his Aunt Phoebe. He wasn't with his brother. He wasn't in the Manor, the only house that he had ever considered home.

He was by himself. In a world that didn't want him. Hell…maybe even a time that didn't want him.

Did he even have a reason to exist anymore?

He knew why he had existed in the original timeline…to go back in time to save Wyatt. So what was his purpose now? Was it to just live? To just exist?

Could he just exist? Without a purpose?

He wasn't sure he could.

Not after everything that had happened.

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He wasn't too sure how he got here. Then again, he wasn't too sure how he was even still awake at this point. All he was really sure of was that he wanted the pain to stop. He just wanted it all to stop. No more pain. No more voices. No more memories. No more feelings.

His fist was on the door before he even realized he was knocking. The sound echoed in his ears, sounding much to loud. For a second, he worried that it would disturb the others on this floor. But, no one answered the door. No one complained about the loud noise.

"Sweetie…" A sweet, motherly voice broke him from his thoughts. Looking over at the elderly woman, who flinched as his eyes landed on her, he didn't pretend to smile. Her eyes filled with tears, her arms twitching to hug him. "Chris are you okay?"

Chris nodded, moving his head back to the door. He moved forward, enough so that only his head would be touching the door. He had a fever, he could tell. He could feel the flush that was on his cheeks; feel how the coolness of the door seemed to relax him slightly.

The older woman moved around him, he wasn't sure what exactly she was doing. He couldn't find it in himself to care either. He wanted to, but he couldn't.

"Here sweetie." A faint 'click' and a gentle squeeze of his arm. The woman's hand stayed connected to his arm as she pulled him from the door to open it. She pulled him into the room, letting him put his weight on here, though he didn't. He may have been out of it, but he couldn't bring himself to let her carry him. That would mean he had to trust her.

And at this moment…he didn't even trust himself.

She pulled him into the apartment. The smell of the room soothed him, bringing a feeling to him that he hadn't felt in a long time. The smell he instantly recognized. One that always made him feel safe.

"So we're close?" His voice was worried, as if scared to hope for it.

"Yeah. You're awesome, Grandpa." He couldn't help but speak highly of the man in front of him. This man, who was nothing more than a mere mortal, was his hero. He had taken in eight children after his daughter's had passed and raised them as his own.

He watched as Grandpa turned to his mo-Piper, his eyes bright and full of pride. "Did you hear that? Awesome."

"Yeah, after the event happened, we got really close." How could he not respect this man?

Gentle, but strong arms pulled him from the main room. He let them. He was still in a place his mind recognized as safe.

Another smell caught his attention; he knew that one as well. It was different than the first, smelling more like himself than the other room.

"But you did say I was awesome, right? You can talk about that?" He could tell, his grandpa loved the idea. He was proud of it.

"Yeah. You're the best, I love hanging out with you." He tried, really he did, to keep the joy from his voice. But he couldn't. Being with his grandpa was the best. He loved being with him. It was almost as fun to be with him than with Wyatt. Almost…nothing beat being with Wyatt.

"Don't worry sweetie, I'll tell him when he returns that you're here." After she pulled the blanket over his wet body, she placed a kiss on his forehead and left the apartment completely.

Curling up into a ball, Chris finally let his tears fall. "G-grandpa…" He clutched the pillow under his head and pulled it closer to his chest.

"What did I do? You gotta tell me because I am crashing here." His voice sounded so stressed, Chris couldn't help but spill.

"Nothing. You just... we talked."

"Oh." He could see the way the man's eyes shifted away from him, this was not a subject he was used to.

He was home, he wasn't sure how he had arrived without him noticing. But he had.

"Chris…" Grandpa's voice was soft, pleading. He watched as his grandson lay in his bed, eyes wide and dull. He bit his lip, trying not to flinch as the green eyes of his grandson moved to him.

Chris made no move to acknowledge the old man other than continue to hold his gaze. Grandpa didn't ask what was wrong, didn't try to pry answers from him. He knew, eventually Chris would tell him. Because he trusted him.

Victor moved closer to Chris, his fingers moving through his grandson's soaked bangs. "Sleep son, we'll talk tomorrow." There was no reason to pry, he would tell him once he woke up.

Looking at the man who reminded him o much of his grandpa, he couldn't help but remember that this wasn't him. For the first time since he had laid eyes on the man, he was finally realizing that this wasn't the man who had taken him in after his Aunt Paige had died. "Look, we should just get back. I'm under cover with some demons who are gonna be looking for me very soon."

"No, no, no, wait. Let's talk. We need to talk." M-no Piper wanted more information from him. 'Couldn't she just be happy with one secret?'

Reviews:

Star Mage 1 – Thank you for the review! Oh wow…nice idea! Hmm I think I might do that. I know I love E. Wyatt/N.F.(New Future) Chris interactions. They are interesting! I know I want him to crave that timeline and that Wyatt, because in a way to Chris it would be the only place he would feel safe. I might make that how it all ends…hmmm.

Mclaughlin – I agree, also don't worry about rambling. I'm sure I do it plenty in the story haha. I am glad you like this and it's prequel. I always thought that the storyline of season 6-8 was pretty messed up. I loved Chris' storyline, it made Charmed so interesting to me. But I was beyond disappointed with my once favorite characters (ie. The sisters and Leo).

You know it is sad that they felt that way. I mean in the series itself, I constantly couldn't help but think, "Okay…so when is Chris going to get some attention?" It literally was like they just had to create Chris just because of Holly's pregnancy, which is heartbreaking. Because looking at everything he went through…he deserved so much better. If Wyatt, the guy who ended up taking over the world, was considered "The Twice-Blessed". Then what the hell was Chris' title? Cause let me tell you, he deserved something more than "The Brother of the Twice-Blessed".

Yeah, I feel the same way. Piper definitely took Leo's place. In a way I feel bad that I made her the bad parent, considering she is my favorite. But at the same time, all I am really doing is taking what I saw from the actual series and bringing it to fanfiction.

Yeah, Chris is sensitive, and he constantly wears his heart on his sleeve. Especially with his family. It's going to be hard, I mean, could you imagine finding out your whole existence was practically a lie?

Yeah I hope she does too. I'm not sure where this story is going. I mean, originally I had no plan of making a sequel to the original story. I was just going to leave it as it was, since it sort of fit with how seasons 7-8 went.

See I rambled on too haha! Thank you for the review!

(A/N): Wow…so I read both of your reviews and I instantly got inspiration. I had to write this chapter. Not gonna lie, I had no idea where this chapter was going all ALL. But once I started writing, I realized/remembered there was one person who really didn't change how they treated Chris. One person he seemed to love and know loved him back. Grandpa. Please R&R and tell me what you guys think of this new one! I…I don't know where to go after this. I would like for Chris to be with his family in the end, whether that is with E. Wyatt or maybe someone else. Oh and if you want another character to be added in, like maybe Prue or heck even Billie or Darryl, then just say so. I love doing the whole "Darryl from the ATL world worked with Chris" thing haha.