So the pretend world wasn't just a make believe land that Chris had dreamed up but something that happened. Chris had studied enough magic to guess that some spell had had unforeseen consequences that resulted in a mess.

He was eighteen when the plan for time travel was formed. Junior was trying to save people, battling a great evil, Chris had his own battles to fight and like Junior he knew his grandfather would be on his side.

Chris wanted to go to college to study theoretical physics, Caltech, MIT, Stanford, and Columbia had all offered him academic scholarships, Chicago University had offered him a scholarship based on his magic achievements, he had been surprised that Chicago was affiliated with the magical community and was incredibly honoured to be offered the scholarship.

His mother would, understandably want him near by, where she could keep an eye on him, protect him. Chris enjoyed the irony of this, all his life he had sent him away to keep him safe and now when he wanted to leave she tried to keep him close.

Victor was incredibly proud of Chris, he had worked hard at school and deserved the recognition his scholarships gave. He wanted to see his grandson succeed and be happy and was ready to fight for Chris. They formed a plan of action.

Piper was hosting a family dinner, Phoebe, Coop and their two daughters, Paige, Henry and their daughter. Wyatt, Leo, Chris and Victor were also in attendance.

It was as cherry pie was being served that there was a lull in the conversation, nodding at his grandfather Chris began to speak, "I've got five scholarship offers, I haven't decided which one to take, yet." Piper looked at him, she was proud, five scholarships, how had she never noticed her boy was a genius. Various congratulations were given and Piper waited until they were finished to causally comment "it's such a shame you'll turn them all down but we're so proud of you for getting that."

"Why?" Chris tried to not to go straight to angry but it was close.

"Why what honey?"

"Why will I be turning down five instead of four?"

Piper sighed Chris hadn't been around demons as much as the other children had he didn't understand the danger he would be putting himself into. Chris broke into her thoughts "don't you dare say it's so I can stay here protected, you kept leaving me with Gramps. How is my being on my own any different from being in the care of a mortal." He stopped, something big was happening, a major battle, a major unpredicted battle, how had Wyatt stopped premonitions of this?

Chris stopped speaking his attention gone, he started shaking his head, he was having on of his fits and by the looks of it it would end in a headache and him locking himself away in his room. Piper needed Chris to know, to see she wasn't being unreasonable. "Chris, this exactly why you can't go, what if you were cooking when you had an attack, there would be a fire and you'd never know. Chris sweetheart, I'm looking out for you, you probably aren't even listening to what I'm saying."

It was only rarely that Chris has two such pivotal moments, clawing for his attention, happening at the same time, with a deep breath he looked his mother in the eye, he had to show her, oh god Wyatt's warlocks were reanimating the dead.

"Mom, when I applied I registered myself as disabled, where-ever I go they'll know and they'll be able to take care of me". The family looked uncomfortable, Chris' condition was an open secret that was never discussed, Paige had always wanted to take Chris to a doctor, get him a diagnosis and some medication. For all they knew Future Chris had the same condition but it had been treated. Paige was proud of Chris for taking charge, his acceptance of what his family seemed embarrassed about, to want to hide away, showed that Chris was an adult and she was going to support him and help him go away to college.

Chris continued, "if you're really worried about demons, I'll go to Chicago, they have a magic faultily. I'll be safe there. Mom, you've got to let me live my own life. I don't want to run your nightclub business with Wyatt, who by the way doesn't either."

Having his desires aired out to the family was strange for Chris and cathartic. He had always felt pushed aside. He was going to fight for college; and six months later Chris, with his family's blessing, left for Stanford. At twenty he went to MIT to do his PHD.