Chris couldn't sleep well . He could sometimes. It was more like a toss, turn, and sleep ordeal. He hadn't been able to sleep all night. Here he was just trying to deal with it all.

His mother was set to die. Phoebe's premonition had said that. His mother could die soon and leave him and his brother alone.

At first he had been in denial of it all. Wyatt hadn't. Boy, he had went over the top hysterical when he had heard about the premonition. Chris, well he had been a little late.

His mother. The person he loved, who had taken care of him his whole life and had been there for him whenever he had needed it ... might die. It was just too weird. Here he was stuck knowing this and knowing he couldn't tell his mother.

No, they had all agreed she shouldn't know. It would put her in danger if she reacted badly to it and the stress might hurt her or the baby. He didn't want that over his head and he knew his mother might figure it out sooner or later when everyone started coddling her.

So, they had all gone to bed. Everyone except him. He had stayed downstairs where he and Victoria had pulled the sofa's mattress create an insta-bed and here they were. She was lying in his arm sleeping. Sometimes it was fitfully and sometimes she looked peaceful. He didn't bother her as she laid on the bed beside him. He only watched her sleep feeling more lonely then he thought humanly possible.

He wished she were awake so he could talk to her about everything. He wished he could vent with her about how death always got in the way, of how he hated Wyatt for being such a prick towards her, and of how he didn't want his mother to die. He couldn't though because she was asleep. Which, for being Victoria, was something she rarely did.

After the day they had with the demon attack and her weak fit he didn't want to wake her.

Her weak fit. That had been odd. He didn't want the admit that Wyatt had made sense when he had sarcastically said it was a 'miraculous recovery'. It was true though. When he had been with her she had been dizzy and she hadn't been able to stand successfully.

Then, he had left for a few minutes to vanquish the ambiguously gay duo and then out of no where she was all better. She was using her magic to transport herself home and she was standing on her own two feet perfectly fine. It was just a little weird that her symptoms were completely waxed away. Hell, she had been in good form about making fun of their innocent, too.

God, their innocent. What were they going to do with her? She hadn't woken up yet. He was just waiting for her to scream in the middle of the night and wake everyone up all over again. He hoped she at least slept through the night for her sake at least because his mother hormonally being woken from a deep sleep could vanquish anyone's ass.

He was happy that Wyatt had taken over watching for the girl. Right now she was safe and tucked away in Wyatt's room on Chris's bed. Of course, he was a little possessive on the bed part but he couldn't complain because it only gave him an excuse to be lying down here alone on the couch with Victoria.

Who was beautiful even in her sleep.

She was just a mystery to him still. He had known her for a few months now and she was a complete mystery. At times he thought he knew her so well and other times it was like she was a different person. Maybe, that's why Wyatt didn't trust or like her or whatever Wyatt felt towards her because Chris really didn't know anymore.

Of course, near death and replaying curse every lifetime could affect anyone.

Death.. was there a way to defeat him? He hoped. He had to save his mother. He wouldn't let her die. It wasn't her time. She was still young. He wasn't going to let her go if he could help it.

Maybe, there was a way that the power of three and also Wyatt's, Victoria's, and his powers could combine and stop Death from taking her. Would that set off the future? A chain of new events? Or would they only piss death off a bit more?

Chris turned on his side and stared out the window at the moonlight for a moment. He couldn't help it . He couldn't kill Death. He couldn't stop Death. Death could kill him though. He couldn't stop Death alone and that was the problem. He had heard of Phoebe trying to do it once before and it never worked out.

Even Paige had made a haywire spell once and it had ended up causing no one to die. Then, Death had been really pissed.

Chris tried to push all of his thoughts and worries out of his head It was hard to do but he slowly did it. If anything at all was needed it was some sleep. He could figure something out tomorrow after he had rested and had a few moments of peace.

He moved over to Victoria a little and leaned against her side as he breathed in the sweet raspberry perfume she was wearing.

Chris closed his eyes and took a few breaths and then he was out in an instant.

It all started out so simply. She was walking down a long brightly light glass hallway that was filled with memories. The glass was wavy and it looked like it had been there for ages. It was stained in certain areas and some places were splashed with brightly lit colors that flamed up. At first, she had thought they were her own memories until she caught a few memories that Chris was in that she wasn't any part of.

His memories swept back and forth in every direction as they popped out at her like a 3-d hologram. She walked farther backwards down the hallway to see him growing younger before her eyes.

She smiled as she saw him with bushy bleached dirty blond hair in a bowl cut and saw him as he grew younger and younger. It was nice to see him younger; it was nice to see him before he had the whole weight of the world on his shoulders. It was nice to see him when he had been slightly normal kid playing baseball at the park or singing along to the oldies from before the turn of the century.

He was ten and he was playing baseball for the first time with his encouraging dad before Leo's hair had turned white, he was five and going to kindergarten for the first time in his life and his shoe laces were untied and he was nervous because all the big kids around him knew how to tie them while he didn't, and then he was a baby opening his crystal green eyes for the first time.

It was so surreal and so beautiful to see everything. It was like a collage. She had never thought of life being a collage before, but here it was lying out there in front of her. She was seeing a part of Chris now that not many people ever did see. She was feeling things he hadn't felt in ages and probably barely remembered himself. She was seeing memories he had kept locked up for ages.

She thought that his memories would all end with his birth. She thought she was done walking down the color glazed hallway of glass, but then the gleaming golden lit hallway turned black. Shadows cascaded over the walls like black toxic water falling down in a hurricane's rainstorm. A coldness and fear that was not apart of his other memories pierced through her heart as she stopped in her tracks and looked around her.

She had a feeling this was not a place she was meant to discover.

Here the memories were covered with a black film that ran like some form of goo form the ceiling if that existed. There was a chill in the air that never faded as she started to walk again because her own curiosity took over. She needed to know what this was. She needed to know what this meant.

She had to go straight up to a door to see inside. Everything was dark and so unloved here. Roses that were growing on the side of the wall were a dully black color, they were giving off a steely smell, and the dead petals that laid all over the floor were ashes that sparked up as the memories cascaded to light the doorway she was touching carefully.

This was unfamiliar. The Chris see saw here was different. He held a secret and a hardness and a pain that she didn't know about. He was carrying it with him and he didn't dare tell anyone.

She saw him and she saw Wyatt together here. They were still brothers, but even she could tell the difference. Here they were enemies. She saw the hate filled expressions pass through Chris's face as he watched his brother move around the attic of the Manor as he ordered a bunch of gray suited men to do something.

Since when did Chris hate his own brother? Since when did Wyatt have minions? Since when did Wyatt even start wearing black as his signature color?

There were no Charmed Ones here in this dark place that she was walking through. There was only Wyatt for Chris to hold onto as family. Here, Wyatt was wearing black colors and had minions that did everything he said as if he were their god. Here, she knew he was evil.

She guessed Wyatt never really had changed much.

Victoria stepped away from the weird scene unfolding out in front of her. This was not he place she knew. This was a place that didn't exits. It wasn't right here. She didn't like this place at all.

She looked down the hall and then touched another black filmed door and saw a darkness brimming around the memory it enclosed. Then blue clouds surrounded the memory as she leaned into the doorway more to see everything become real and alive and breathing for her.

Here she saw Chris sitting down at a crumbling park stone bench as he looked into another girl's eyes. This girl was a stranger to her. This girl was strong and powerful in this world. He loved her in this world.

"Will you marry me?" Chris asked the girl with a small smile and looked deep into her dark eyes.

" You're asking me now?" the girl asked him incredulously.

Victoria felt like a peeping tom as she felt the deep secrecy to this very moment etched in time. Whatever time it was. Here Chris loved this girl and they were perfect for each other.

Here Chris was in love with this girl. This girl who she could easily relate too since at that moment the look of incredulous wonderment passed over the girl's pretty slightly exotic looking features. Victoria thought that if Chris were to ask her here and now she would probably agree to marrying him after thinking he was insane agreed.

What she saw around her in the background of what Chris was hoping was a romantic spot was a wasteland. This was the place dreams were not made of.

This was a nightmare place.

Somehow though Chris saw something more to this place and this time then she did. Chris seemed to believe it was all going to be okay. Insane, was all Victoria thought as she watched the couple sitting on the bench just a little bit jealousy of the girl he was proposing to as she watched Chris wait for the answer.

No matter where he was. No matter what time he was in he still was a romantic.

" Mm-hmm." Chris replied.

" Here?" was the exact answer the girl uttered in disbelief that Victoria could understand quite easily.

" This is still our spot, Bianca. No matter what he's done to it. Marry me."

By the sudden undercurrent of anger Victoria she heard from Chris she knew who 'he' was. It was Wyatt. He had somehow destroyed their love for each other in this life. Hell, he had somehow destroyed Chris's life as well as the world around them. Surprisingly, in every lifetime it seemed Wyatt was either jealous or very willing to see his brother unhappy and alone instead of with the girl he loved.

She guessed some things never changed yet again.

" On one condition. You come back to me, safely." the girl named Bianca told him sincerely as they stared deeply into each other's eyes.

Whatever was happening now was big. Victoria could tell this. This had a lot more to do with something else was going on in their secrecy then what was being let on. She watched from her corner in the hallway as Chris waited to hear her ultimatum.

"Have I ever let you down before?" he asked her as he pulled her into a kiss.

Feeling a lot more like a peeping tom now Victoria stepped away from the memory. Here she was in this dark hall of memories. She didn't understand how it was apart of Chris's memories though. Here Chris's anyway. It was the right time and it was him, but it wasn't. He was harder here and he had a burden no one else had.

Hell, Wyatt was even pure evil here.

So how could he have memories from a time that seemed to be going on at this very moment and yet he wasn't living this life?

Unless there were more secrets to the family of Charmed Ones then was let on.

She decided to understand this world better and walked down another hallway.

This one was a dull red color. She felt like she was trapped inside a lava lamp as she gained purchase to the place. There was only one door here at the end of the hall. As she got closer she felt her heart beat slow down more then it would regularly and she felt an awkward sealed quality to this memory as if it were the last. As if it were Chris's last memory.

Inside, she knew it was.

In the time Chris had lived in before. Maybe it was a different timeline or something had changed that future for him somehow, but here she felt the finality of his life as she touched the blue colored door.

It glowed a white color as she touched it lightly and then it opened to suck her into it.

She was inside Piper's room. Leo was there and he was looking down at Chris. She looked back at the doorway to the room and saw Paige who was tearing up as she leaned against it. Chris was lying on the bed between them. He was hurt and his breathing was slowing along with his heartbeat. Something big had happened and there was no way to save him.

Leo was losing his son. Leo was drawn over something. Chris was hurt and he was trying to do the right thing. He was scared ...she could tell and she knew he wanted to be with someone. He wanted his father but Leo had to do something important to fix everything.

Victoria stepped closer to see Chris's forest green eyes chip as he stared up at is father lovingly.

"Chris?" Leo said softly as he looked down at his son's face.

Chris used the last strength he could find in himself as he turned his heavy head to see his father hovering lovingly and painfully over him and then he weakly said, "Hey."

Leo finally kneeled down right beside Piper's bed. He didn't move any closer as he stared at his son. Pain was evident as he realized the mortality of Chris's wound.

"Hey. I'm here now. You can ... Hold on, ok? Hold on . Hold on. I'm here," he aid as he brushed his youngest sons hair out of his sweaty face as his heart broke and then he said, "You can hold on, okay?"

Chris nodded. Even now she knew he knew he was going to die. Something was so final about this. Something was still hanging in the air between them. He was trying to be the martyr.

The bond Leo and Chris had in this timeline wasn't like the one they had in the one she was apart of. They had finally gotten along and gotten to understood each other now. Now, it was being taken away.

"Don't give up, okay?" Leo said and watched Chris nod painfully apparent he was dying.

"You, either. "Chris replied heavily. His breathing was so hard for him now and his voice sounded so heavy. He looked away for a second. His breathing slowly stopped as he fell into a deep sleep that she knew not even he could wake up from.

His body vanished from the room leaving Leo alone in it as she watched him grieve for his dead son.

He was dead. He was only 22. He was young and he had died to save his family no less. Some things didn't change.

"No, no, no. Please ... No." Leo whispered as he laid his head on the bed and moved his arm over the place Chris's body had been before it diapered.

She didn't stay long in this memory though. She was thrown out of that memory as a preying pain split through her head. She cried out and opened her eyes to see dawn lighting the red curtains.

She realized where she was as she felt heavy arms laying over top of her move a little as the real world came back to her. She was in the Manors sitting room lying on a bumpy mattress and Chris was holding her. They had fallen asleep on the couch.

"You're a ghost," she whispered uneasily to Chris as he slowly opened his tired green eyes to her.

"Huh?" he asked.