Title: Nobody Knows

Summary: Nobody knows about Chris. His secrets, talents, the deep dark thoughts hidden behind his mask. Collection of drabbles and one shots revolving around Chris. Inspired by Pink's song, 'Nobody Knows'.

Rating: T to be safe

POV: Various

Episode: AU Set After the Courtship of Wyatt's Father. No one knows who Chris is.

THANKS: A special thanks to my first reviewer, who is anonymous so I can't thank you personally. You're positive feedback did wonders for my confidence and I hope that I continue to write to that standard. Please review with any requests, comments or criticism!

TIMELINE: Set some time after The Courtship of Wyatt's Father. Phoebe had the vision quest but didn't piece it together. Paige doesn't know either and Piper knows she's pregnant but Leo still left. Hope that clears some things up. ;D


Nobody Knows Part II: The Death of Wyatt's Brother

Christopher Halliwell - Perry to those of the past orbed into the dusty and empty attic, cursing that orbing didn't come with a mute button. Glancing about the room, he listened and waited the patter of feet that would indicate someone had heard him. Nothing. He hastily walked to the door, his cargo pants offering little resistance and the shirt coupled with a hoodie stuck to his skin soaked with perspiration.

His left hand clutched the edge of the door and he waited once more before gently closing the door and casting a silence spell around the room. He couldn't risk anyone happening upon him at this time, especially not with Scather demons on his tail. He had been so close, Chris had practically tasted the name of the Darklighter's employer that is until the Scather demons had shimmered in and ruined his plan with no possibility of recovery.

He turned about slightly and curled his right hand into a tight fist; a sense of accomplishment flooded his body when electricity began to dance about his fingertips. He was ready. The Elder power still frightened the young witchlighter to an extent. Feeling the incredible surge of power, witnessing its devastating effects.

The lightening had appeared the day after his conception. Chris hadhuddled in a dark corner for the majority of the day. No one had noticed. No one had cared. He had known that his actions would alter the future, and obviously Leo's premature promotion had had a more pronounced affect on Chris' future.

Two Scather demons shimmered in, noticing the witchlighter. Stalking towards him, energy balls formed and two identical sinister and sadistic smiles graced their faces. Chris ignored his pending doom and slowly raised his hand, fascinated by the lightning show occurring.

The demons halted and their smiles quickly disappeared to be replaced with fear. Pure, unadulterated fear. No whitelighter could possess that power. Averting his eyes from the electricity Chris looked at the stunned demons.

A smirk slipped onto his face."Now," he clucked his tongue is disproval. "Don't tell me you're afraid of the big bad whitelighter?" he mocked, head tilting slightly to the side.

His arm extended fluidly and bolts of electricity hurled towards his enemies, engulfing them in a brilliant white light before vanquishing them, screaming and burning. The electricity spun around Chris' fingers before dispersing and he slowly let his arm drop.

A murmur from below sparked his attention and the brunette walked to the door, pressing his ear against the wood, straining to hear any movement. Chris dreaded the consequences were anyone to witness this new power, the sisters in particular and especially Leo.

The acceptance of his telekinesis was strained and he avoided using it within their company, but the observance of his lighting would bring to a screeching halt any progress between them. Telekinesis was average, lightning on the other hand would only enforce Leo's position against him and he would become the threat once again.

Chris swallowed thickly and attempted to ignore the building despair weighing heavily apon his chest. It hurt. It always did, the distrust and contempt hidden within the depth of his mother's eyes. Even Phoebe and Paige regarded him with suspicion, and he knew that it was sheer luck that he had managed to keep his secret during that scenario.

Flashback

Chris gulped when the table passed through his body and he continued unchallenged through the wall into the lounge room. This was not good. Fading away wasn't something he had planned on during his trip to the past; add it to the list. Chris made sure to avoid the sisters and Leo, he couldn't explain his situation. Not after everything that had occurred between them, it would only add salt to the already festering wound.

It horrified the witchlighter to an extent, that by attempting to save his family he had effectively lost them, not that he had ever had a father to begin with. And now they would lose him, not that it would matter. He would cease to exist and Wyatt would grow up alone.

A foreign sneer etched itself onto his face. Hell, Leo should thank him. Chris was positive the Elder would be joyous that he never existed. He was a mistake in his eyes, a disappointment. Both in the future and now within the past.

Chris felt wetness upon his cheek and scowled, before reaching up and wiping the errant tear away. How that worked, he didn't know. Ascending the stairs towards the attic, the Resistance member ignored the many family portraits adorning the walls. He wasn't family. Leo had said so himself.

Reaching the door, Chris paused and listened to the hushed conversation between the two younger Charmed Ones. He could tell Paige, or Phoebe? Someone? He choked slightly upon a sob that threatened to bubble over. He didn't want to die alone; he didn't want to be remembered as the neurotic whitelighter. And nephew seemed to be the closest thing he would be acknowledged as before he died.

Beggars can't be choosers.

He raised his hand to the wood and readied himself to walk through, before quickly snatching his hand back from the door. He wasn't ready for this. Not like this, he couldn't tell them. It would end in tears, disappointment. He couldn't handle the rejection especially not in his current condition and any feelings they would claim to have would be out of necessity, not desire.

Chris wondered briefly, if he were to disappear would they notice? Would they care? Feeling his life force ebb and wane was unsettling to say the least and contemplating each of the pessimistic scenarios wasn't aiding him in the slightest. Taking a breath, unsure if the oxygen would pass right through he passed through the door, squeezing his eyes closed before the wood reached his skin.

Emerging into the attic he hesitantly, nervously glanced up to gauge his Aunt's reactions – shock and awe. He resisted the urge to fidget under the intensity of their gazes.

"It can't be" breathed Paige and Chris hung his head, steadying himself for the accusations, the disbelief. "It worked."

His head snapped upwards, what? Looking to Phoebe he was greeted with a large grin and she ran forwards towards him.

"Wh-wh-wh?" his mouth attempted to form words but none came. This wasn't the reception he was expecting. A cold draught passed through him and Chris shivered and started at the sudden change in scenery. Gone were his Aunt's and the many memoirs collected over the years.

A dark bluish tinge coloured the air and before him, regarding him with the suspicion that stalked him throughout his stay stood his parents. Once more words failed him. What was happening? His head began to pound and he felt dizzy, stumbling to the left slightly.

As suddenly as the change had occurred, the colour returned along with the original occupants of the room. Chris craned his head about the room, a growl erupting from his chest and he started towards his ecstatic Aunts. "What the hell is going on?" He strained to keep the resentment out of his voice.

Chris felt guilt pound his body at Phoebe's hurt expression. He half listened to her explanation. They had to be joking. A spell? That's what they believed was the cause of his 'condition'. He turned his head away; breath hitching and Chris felt his eyes begin to water once more.

Had they even entertained the notion? That he could be family? That he was disappearing at the very, the very same time that Leo and Piper were trapped in another realm? Of course not. His actions in the past made Chris doubt whether he deserved the Halliwell name.

"Chris?" Hearing her soft voice, the young witchlighter momentarily forget where he was, and most importantly when. Whipping around, he came face to face with his parents once more. Leo's indifferent stare and Piper's confusion shocked his instincts into action and Chris pulled his hands roughly over his face, obscuring the tears and weakness that had been displayed only moments previous. Gulping greedily at the air, he steadied himself.

And there he was. Christopher Halliwell, the messenger. Ferrying messages between the two parties that hated him. Explaining the final message he winced in pain and resisted the urge to double over. A strong pulling sensation ripped through his body, more powerful and uncomfortable than any summoning spell.

Fear filled his entire being and Chris felt his body begin to convulse; could a ghost experience a panic attack? The world faded to black and sorrow mutated into angst, his final view of the world boiled down to the confusion of Paige and Phoebe's faces. No regret, no fear and no sympathy. Merely confusion.

End Flashback

Chris let his forehead rest against the cool wood and his eyes closed. He had managed to downplay it, his reappearance in the alleyway. Something about the spell taking him to the location of their missing family. It was bullshit, complete and utter bullshit. No one had questioned it. Footsteps ascending the stairs broke through his reminiscing and Chris stumbled back from the door.

He shouldn't be here.

They didn't want him here and he didn't dare risk angering Piper.

His blue orbs tinkled out of existence and Piper entered the attic, her hand still resting on the door knob. For some unknown reason, the Charmed One had felt drawn to the room and she flexed her hands, observing the room and attempting to find any evidence of a visitors.

Finding none she clucked her tongue is disproval, the sound echoing slightly about the empty room. She turned to go, stopping slightly when her skin tingled and Piper whipped her head around to scrutinise the empty and slightly daunting attic.

For a moment, Piper swore that she felt the remnants of powerful magic, magic that rivalled her own and to be honest it terrified and elated the witch. Shaking her head and clearing the cobwebs she left closing the door behind her.

Stepping down the stairs another feeling slinked over her body and seemed to seep about the manor, akin to someone walking over her grave. She stumbled slightly and steadied herself against the staircase, a hand coming down to rest upon her slightly swollen stomach. That wasn't possible; she hadn't died and Piper was positive that her unborn child was still growing inside her - alive and healthy.

She continued down the staircase, another maternal instinct ignored and Chris' near death experience remained undisclosed.

Nobody knows how close he came to dying and nobody cares.


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