Memories Of Midnight

Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed.

Takes place after ChrisCrossed. Wyatt is getting very impatient with his brother so he sends another person to the past to retrieve Chris. One person he knows would never fail.

Author's Note: Another Chris story. Im trying something a bit different to develop my skills. So if you read this chapter let me know what you think ok. Also everything that is in italics are memories of various persons. In time all things will be revealed thanks for reviewing.

Walking through the portal, I took a look at my surroundings; everything seemed so different, so new. There were noises all around me that seemed such strangers to my ears. Buildings that seemed inferior, to the place I once knew. But that doesn't matter, nothing will distract me from completing the task that I was sent here to achieve.

Now first things first, to find Christopher.

I gazed down at my attire and realized I stood out. With quick mumbling of words, my clothes changed into something more familiar, something of this century. I was like everyone else.

Chris' orbs appeared in the attic of the Halliwell manor in front of the eldest of the three sisters. He also noticed that there was also the other two sisters and their former whitelighter.

"What's going on?" Chris asked with a bit of shock. None of them replied; Phoebe simply lifted a finger and pointed behind the young man who turned around and followed the direction of her finger. Suddenly the whitelighter turned a white pale colour as he saw the person sitting on his great aunt Pearl's couch. She saw the expression on his face as she stood up and rubbed her greasy hands on her long denim jeans.

"Hello Chris."

His breath caught in his throat. The person before him was one whom he never thought he would see again. After her grueling death, no one spoke her name but here she was, standing before him as beautiful as she had last been when he saw her alive. All he could do was mummer her name.

"Prue, what are you doing here?" Chris asked in a wobbling voice.

"Chris, Chris let me explain." Prue said as she slowly walked towards him. She reached out her hand to touch his shoulder but he moved away as if it burned. Her heart filled with despair; had her decision really had such a great effect on him as she thought.

"No, he sent you didn't he." Chris said as he looked at her from head to toe. "He sent you." The tone of his voice caused everyone in the room to flinch a bit. The sisters had never seen this side of their whitelighter and it partly scared them.

"He doesn't know that I'm here." Chris shook his head in disbelief.

"No you are a liar, you left us." Prue face dropped.

"Chris I am not lying, I didn't have a choice."

"There is always a choice, you betrayed us, you joined him, you watched Mel die." Chris screamed before letting his emotion wall crumble down. He watched as she straightened up.

The sisters and Leo looked at the two with dumbfounded faces. Before them stood the deceased elder Charmed one and apparently she knew Chris and by his look on his face, he knew her too. Piper and Phoebes eyes along with Paige's were filled with tears at the sight of their sister. They were also confused with the relationship and the conversation that were unfolding before them. Things were said which none of them understood, yet they all were eager to find out what it all meant.

Chris slowly tried to regain his composure as he realized where he was. God he hoped that he hadn't revealed nothing. He looked at Prue and could see she was fighting a valiant battle with her emotions, but he saw most clear was guilt.

"I think its best if we go downstairs." Leo suggested sensing the tension in the room.

Wyatt walked through his dungeon with two body guards beside him. This prison, which he called Lazar meaning Pain, was a place where his most hated prisoners were tortured on a daily bases. Screams could be heard from all directions; music to his ears. He came upon an empty room filled with various luxuries, but also with a few good torture devices.

This was the place he had prepared for his wayward brother. Very quiet and quiet painful; just as his brother had always been to him. He tried giving him a chance to join him, but he threw everyone of them back into his face but not this time.

In the corner of the room, sat someone his brother cared for, who his brother loved and would do anything for.

This plan was foolproof. Soon, my brother. Once you return to the future, you will join me, one way or another.