There was blood on the bed beneath him. Blood seeping out of his own body. With every ounce he felt a little colder.

He idly wondered what would happen to his body if he died. Hopefully it would return to his time or just fade away, save his mom the dry cleaning bill for the comforter he was ruining.

He tried to take a deep breath and heard the blood in his lungs. A wave of panic swept over him as he realized how little time he had left.

Maybe if he could get to the book he could reverse Gideon's magic. He tried to shift his position on the bed but was nearly knocked out by the pain that radiated from his wound.

"Relax," he thought to himself, "Leo… no… Dad, will fix everything."

Suddenly he heard slamming doors and voices downstairs. He could sense Paige in the house now, and was that Darryl with her? It was getting harder to tell, everything was muddled up in his mind.

His eyes closed on their own and when they opened again he was staring at a gun pointed between his eyes. He didn't feel any panic, it was almost like he was detached from himself.

He drifted out again and this time when he came back his Dad was there.

"Chris…" Leo started as he ran into the room. Chris tried to pull himself together for his dad's sake, "Hey…" But that was as far as he got, the pull was stronger now.

He was fighting to hang on and he could hear his Dad talking to him. "I'm here now, you can hold on. Don't give up."

Chris wanted to tell him he loved him and to protect Wyatt and so many other things swirling around in his head. All he could manage was "You either." And he lost the fight.

He felt his spirit detach from his body. That was a weird feeling. He thought to himself as he watched his body fade.

There was no pain as he floated up through the ceiling and out of the house. He let the pull take over. Up was good, well, it was better than down, he thought.

No sooner had the thought popped into his head, than another force, a stronger one started pulling him back down. His sprit willingly obliged and drifted back down to Earth. It felt like he was being poured through a funnel, swirled in an invisible tornado.

He tried to look around but all of a sudden his vision was gone, along with his hearing and touch and everything else. Then he was solid again.

Hey, this is more like it. He thought. Dad must've found a way to bring me back. He worked to open his eyes and finally they complied, his vision was fuzzy, but he could see white everywhere.

He was still trying to get his bearings when someone hit him. Hard. He heard himself cry out. Ouch! What the hell was that? Who's hitting me? He tried to talk but his mouth didn't seem to want to listen to him either.

His sight was still getting clearer and he could tell he was in a hospital, but why? Whoever had just hit him was picking him up and setting him on a bed. He didn't recognize the face but he looked like a surgeon.

The man was smiling down at him "It's a boy." The doctor said.

Of course I'm a boy he thought irritatedly. Where'd you get your PhD from? He tried to rub the last of the cloudiness out of his eyes and caught sight of his hand for the first time.

Oh no, what's wrong with my hand. That's not my hand. It's too tiny. Why am I in a hospital and why is everyone else so big? Why can't I talk and where is Dad?

Someone shuttled his bed into another room and started bathing him. Oh geez, I'm naked! He was humiliated and tried to roll away but strong hands kept him in place "It's alright little guy, you're okay now. We're going to take very good care of you here, I promise."

He needed to see Leo, he could tell him what was going on. He would orb up and check with The Elders and everything would be fine.

"Do you want to go meet your Daddy?" The woman asked him. Yes! Please, take me to see him. He tried to exclaim, but all that came out of his mouth was an embarrassing gurgle of happiness. This can't be happening he thought miserably as he was wrapped up in a blue blanket.

The same arms that had held him down and bathed him were now picking him up again and taking him somewhere. He saw a set of double doors open and there was his family.

Oh thank God. He thought. The nurse handed him to Leo.

He could hear the doctor talking to Leo "Congratulations, he's perfectly healthy"

Yeah, I'm great Chris thought. What am I supposed to do now? He wondered. He squirmed in Leo's arms, frustrated.

Paige was looking at him and he heard her say "Looks like we didn't lose him after all." Could she tell? No, she was just being sentimental. "Aunt Paige!" He tried to yell. He yawned.

He was moving again. Leo was taking him over to Piper. Mom? Can you hear me? Wow, she really looks awful. This is all my fault. I am so sorry. He wanted to tell her how terrible he felt that she had to have a C-section, apologize for being so much trouble. Leo handed him to her.

For a moment, looking up at his mother's face, he forgot his desire to go back to the future or on to the Great Beyond or whatever else he was meant for. She was beaming down at him and she looked so happy. Maybe this is my second chance…

No way. He dismissed the thought as quickly as it had occurred to him. He was not meant to be a 23 year old stuck in the infant body of his past self. Even if he did want to be with his Mom again, there was no way he was staying like this.

What am I going to do? He thought miserably. This is impossible. How do I fix this when I can't even tell anyone what's wrong. Helplessness surged through his miniature sized body and he did the only thing he could. He cried.