This story begins with a scene from the episode "Chris-Crossed" and then back-tracks to follow Chris through his childhood up until the moment he travels back in time. Each chapter is an episode in Chris's life. Some of them are cued from scenes in the television show and some from my imagination. The story is based on facts up until the episode "Hyde School Reunion."

None of this story could have been written without the help of the website www.thecharmedones.com

Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed. This story is a product of my imagination. Some of the scenes have been taken from the script and modified. When this occurs, the episode and writer of the original scene is cited.

Note: Part of this chapter was taken from the episode "Chris-Crossed," which was written by Cameron Litvack.

Part One

"Welcome home, Chris." The guards part to reveal a tall man standing in the shadows. Chris looks up and immediately recognizes him. "Hello, Wyatt."

-Season 6, Episode 121, "Chris-Crossed"

            Wyatt took several steps forward, his foot hitting a creaky floorboard. He looked towards his demons and waved his hand. "They're no threat to me." His demonic guards shimmered away as soon as the last word left his mouth. "Of all the people to betray me…my own brother." Wyatt glared at Chris, his eyes full of hatred. Chris stared right back. He couldn't see his brother in this man anymore. It was like the Wyatt he had grown up with no longer existed.

            "You think it was easy? Wyatt, I didn't go back to betray you, I went back to save you." Chris took several steps towards Wyatt. The person he'd once respected and looked up to now loomed before him. Wyatt wasn't going to show or have any mercy for him, not after what he had done.  "Big brother gone evil. What an example you're setting for me."

            "Save me? From what?" Wyatt stepped away from Chris. The two stared at each other across the room that Wyatt had created to remind all of the family that he had been born from. He never cared to tell people that there had been another. It had always been that Chris was simply a follower, never a brother.

            "Whatever evil that turned you." Chris shook his head and tried to find his brother in the man standing in front of him. It didn't work. There was no sign of the little boy who had refused to share toys. "I don't know why it just slipped by me. I was right there. Did it have something to do with Melinda? Or was it Mom?" Chris could see Wyatt wincing slightly at the mention of each of their names. He had never found a legitimate reason to blame either of their deaths on his brother, but he was sure that it had been Wyatt's fault. Just like he knew for a fact who had killed his father and aunts. Wyatt would happily take credit for that one. 

            "That's always been your problem, little brother. There is no good or evil. There is only power and those who are strong enough to manipulate it. That's why I've created this museum. To remind those of the power from which I was born." Wyatt opened his arms, beckoning to room around him. Chris looked at him. Wyatt had used those words on him more than once. It seemed like Wyatt was reading from a script. It was almost as if he didn't believe in his own words anymore.

            "You mean the power from which we were born. Not just you. Not just me. Our whole line." Chris retorted. "Just because I'm not as strong as you…"

            Wyatt turned his head and chose to ignore the last remark. "If anybody else tried this, I'd kill them. You know that. But-"

            "-So kill me now."

            "-I have forgiven Bianca. I can forgive you too. You just need to promise never to stray from me again."

            "Stray from you? How could I stray from you? You're always there! I tried to save you. I thought you knew me better then that." Chris remembered the time when Wyatt had forced him to choose between death and evil. He had wanted to die so badly that day, but for some reason he had chosen to live.
            Suddenly, Wyatt's anger got the better of him. He held out his hand and began to telekinetically choke Chris. As Chris was lifted into the air, he caught Bianca's eye. She was standing off towards the wall, scared and unsure of what to do. She was so different from the Bianca he known long ago. She had been emotionless and a follower, explicitly following her orders and never questioning anything that Wyatt had told her to do. Somehow she had broken away from that mold, but she was frozen again. She had no idea what to do. He tried to will her to push Wyatt or scream or do something that would cause Wyatt to lose his concentration.

            "I thought you said you wouldn't hurt him!" Bianca yelled out, causing Wyatt to release him. He tumbled to the ground, hitting his shoulder on the floor. Chris pulled himself to his feet just in time to make another run at Wyatt.

            "I thought you said you'd turn him…are you out of your mind?" Wyatt easily pushed Chris away and hurled him against the wall. "I don't need to remind you that I don't need you. I can kill you right now. It wouldn't make a difference to me." He picked Chris up in a second telekinetic hold. Chris's throat began to close as he was lifted into the air.  Wyatt held out his hand and formed an energy ball, but just as he was about to throw it, Chris fell to the ground and the ball disappeared. Wyatt gave a yelp of pain.

            "Whatever you're going to do, do it fast. I can't hold him for long." Bianca called out, her voice strained. Chris rushed across the room and pulled the floorboard up and removed a spell. As his powers reentered his body, Wyatt managed to free himself of Bianca's hold and threw her across the room. Chris felt a sense of dread enter his body as he ran across the room and knelt next to her.

            "Haven't we been here before?" she said weakly. Chris felt tears welling in his eyes. He had to stay; he had to do something for her. He had to protect her. But there was no way. Maybe something good would come of this.

            "Maybe we'll be here again," he whispered back.

            "Go!" she commanded. Chris gazed at her one last time and dashed to the book of Shadows. He flipped through the pages until he found the one with the time travel spell. He began to read it, watching in dread as Wyatt stalked towards him.

            Wyatt threw an energy ball, but Chris ducked and it shattered the window.  The wall lit up and Chris ran for it, ripping the page out of the book. He turned towards Wyatt, who was coming towards him at a very quick pace. "I'll save you, big brother. Whether you want me to or not, I will save you."  He jumped through the portal and back into the future. There had to be some way to save his brother. Maybe he could save his past self the anguish of growing up with Wyatt. Maybe he could save the world.