One More Time - Epilog…

by shjohnso.

Summary: Future Chris risked his life to save his brother from a fate worse than death—evil. But did it work? Or will he have to do it all over again? This is my take on the events that followed his birth.

Rated PG

Disclaimer—I don't own charmed, or any of the characters from the show, so don't sue me because I get no money from this.

On the other side, both were amazed by the drastic change in the attic. No longer was it stale old museum. And gone was the antique looking attic of the past. What surprised them both were the sterile looking walls and the masses of high tech equipment littering the room. The room looked to have been converted into a small office.

Chris wondered around the room in awe, his eyes finally coming to rest on a large frame opposite the desk. "Whoa! Wyatt, come look at this! I always knew you were a geek."

Wyatt scrambled over, grinning widely when he read his name on the diploma. He muttered through the words hurriedly while he read, 'Wyatt Matthew Halliwell…having satisfactorily completed… hereby awarded…degree of Doctor of Science."

Chris smacked him on the chest and beamed proudly, "Wyatt, you're a doctor."

Blushing a bit, Wyatt tried to sound humble. "Well, not a medical doctor. A doctor in electrical engineering…I like the sound of that."

"I wonder what it is I do?" the brunette asked curiously.

Wyatt spoke calmly as the answer popped into his head, "Loaf around the house taking one or two courses per semester—which is why you're still not finished yet." He looked around the room, the sight suddenly looking very familiar as he tried to recall the new memories that came to mind. "I, on the other hand--design things…technology. I think I have a few patents."

Chris retorted with a lazy smile, "Keeping us all well to do. Somebody's got to be the breadwinner in this family. Now that I don't have the weight of the world on my shoulders, I think I deserve a break. "

Wyatt turned toward him seriously, "Well after everything you did for me, you've earned it. I'm not real big on mushy stuff or anything, so I'm just going to say it simply—Thanks, little brother. I owe you one."

"Don't worry, I'll be sure to collect one of these days."

"I'm sure you will. You know, I still don't understand why I don't remember this other life?"

"They said you wouldn't. Who—or whatever it was that sent me back, said that they would remove your memories of that life as soon as it was fixed. Something about it being too traumatic for you and defeating the purpose of sending me back." He clapped him on the shoulder before turning to leave, "Well—enjoy. I've got to go."

Wyatt watched his brother curiously, his hips swaying to a beat only he seemed to be able to hear. He chuckled softly at the younger man, "Where are you going?"

Chris adjusted to his new life very quickly as the new memories floated about his mind. He winked at his brother, "If I remember correctly—I have a party to get to in about five minutes—in the Bahamas. Where there's surf…sand…and large glasses of strawberry daiquiri's with tiny little umbrellas in them just waiting for me."

"Personal gain," the oldest accused in a singsong voice.

"Not for a whitelighter…" Chris replied in tune.

Shaking his head hopelessly, Wyatt reminded him, "What about the message you promised you would send back?"

"I'll send you a postcard," the younger man saluted and orbed out.

Wyatt laughed heartily at the parting form of his younger brother. He pulled out the chair, scrounging around for pen and paper and began to write.

Dear Mom and Dad,

(And Aunts Paige, Phoebe, Sheila, and Uncle Darryl)

I just wanted to thank you guys for all you did for me. We've arrived here, and everything is great. I couldn't have asked for anything more. I still don't remember anything except for what Chris told me, so I guess that's a good thing. I do, however, remember how much you've all been such a supportive part of my life these past twenty-five years. I think you'll be proud of me, but I won't say anymore than that—you'll just have to see for yourselves. Just know that there are many wonderful times coming your way.

All my love,

W.M.H.

As Wyatt prepared to seal the letter, a small photograph was orbed into his hands. He turned it over, laughing when he saw the image on the front. There in a crowd full of people in bikinis and swimsuits, stood his brother sporting a necklace of seashells, swim trunks, and carefree grin as he toasted a drink toward the camera. The back simply read, 'Having a great time…love C.P.H."

He placed the new item in with the letter before creating a door to the past, placing the envelope on the floor. Flicking his wrists, he grinned as the letter telekinetically shot through the portal, and if he had aimed correctly, into the waiting hands of his family.

The end. Finally.