Hey guys! Enjoy the Chapter! It's a bit short but ah well…

The loud pounding caused Melissa to jolt awake. Of course, she thought, she was in one of the hottest clubs in San Francisco. She let out a sigh, and pushed herself out of bed. She slowly made her way around the room, making use of the flashing disco lights that lit up the room a bit for guidance. She frowned however, when she noticed a sleeping form squeezed in a couch that was too small for the person; Chris.

Taking in his disheveled hair and rugged appearance, Melissa ideally wondered if this Chris, who looked so vulnerable with the beads of perspiration on his forehead and the dark circles under his eyes, was the same Chris who had found the resistance against Wyatt and gave shelter to thousands of people. He seemed so exhausted, so beaten. She was assured that she had made the correct decision of coming back to the past to help the young man. Her mother had always told her about the savior who saved Wyatt and gave up his life for him. She never told her about a man who was so careless with his own life, so desperate to save the world that he recklessly plunged himself into danger without even thinking. Seeing him like this did scared her. He was always so calm and collected, and the only person who could ever make him this desperate was Wyatt.

Wyatt. The prophesised child. The twice-blessed son. The ultimate force of good. The one person whom could destroy evil, and yet he had let the evil destroy him. His weaknesses were protected by both good and evil, in their own twisted way, for no one was allowed to hurt those he considered his family, no one other than him. Thousands cowered beneath his wrath and cruelty: Thousands except for Chris and a few others.

"What have you done to yourself?" She whispered, sadly.

Chris's eyes snapped open as soon as he heard the voice, and she found herself unable to breathe. However, as fast as the attack came, it left as Chris's telekinetic grip on her loosened when he recognized her.

"Sorry," he muttered, not sounding apologetic at all. After all, he had made it clear to the resistance that he was not to be disturbed at all during his mission. If she were really a member of The Resistance, she would know that.

He caught her shaken form and wide eyes for a split second, before she arranged her expression to one of nonchalance. However, she remained on guard. He subconsciously resisted the urge to wince, for an unknown reason, and chose to run his fingers through his hair instead.

He cleared his throat and sat down, ignoring the fact that she was still standing at the same spot, with her gaze fixated on the wall opposite her. He needed answers: He needed to know what he has changed since he came back.

"Well, Wyatt managed to breach past the first resistance security. The other witches managed to place more walls up to counter his attacks. They deployed a group to break into Wyatt's dungeons and they rescued two families: One wiccan, the other mortal." She recounted.

Chris stood up, glaring at her heatedly. Thank God looks can't kill, she thought. However, she was confused at his sudden display of emotions.

Please don't tell me he chose now to go senile, was her next thought. But his next statement gave her the answers.

"You called him Wyatt, no one in the resistance, except for the Halliwells, calls him Wyatt." He hissed and she cursed inwardly, forgetting that little tidbit of information, but the question directed at her after that was the one that made her freeze:

"Who are you?"

Any guesses on who she is? Yes? No? R&R,