Just another short relevation/memory Chris story, but I had a great time writing it and I figured what was the harm of posting it. Hope you enjoy. If you want me to continue I will gladly, so just click the review button

Disclaimer: i don't own Charmed.... but I wish I did!

"Chris?" Phoebe called. For some time now, she had been trying to get a hold of their newfound Whitelighter, but he hadn't been answering. Paige was sitting on the couch scrying for him and Piper was baking cookies downstairs in the kitchen not wanting to be a part of it. "Paige?"

"Yeah?" She looked up across the attic at a frustrated Phoebe. "What?"

"He's not coming. Do you think something is wrong?"

"Do you really care if there is?"

"Paige!" Phoebe scolded. Paige just threw her hands in the air.

"What?! Come on, Phoebe, we barely know him. For all we know he could be in the underworld playing poker with the source!"

"Which is exactly why we made this potion, remember? Look, if he isn't going to open up to us, we are going to make him." Phoebe reminded. Paige looked uncertain.

"That sounds sort of wrong. I mean, they are his memories, we can't just invade his privacy like that." Paige pointed out.

"Paige, are you really willing to risk your life with someone you don't know and trust?" Phoebe stated. "If he's going to be our new Whitelighter, we have to know him whether or not he wants us to."

"Come on, lets just ask him first. I feel sort of intrusive." Paige told her. Phoebe sighed.

"Fine, but he's not going to." Phoebe said, giving up. And then adds, "If he ever shows up…"

"Let me try calling him. CHRIS!" Paige nearly screams. "COME ON, IF YOU CAN HEAR ME YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!"

"Nice." Phoebe commented sarcastically. Almost immediately after, a shower of orbs filled the room and a very scared Whitelighter appeared.

"Is everything okay?" Chris asked. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"We need to talk." Phoebe finally said after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence.

"That doesn't sound good." Chris said very alarmed.

"Geez, don't scare him." Paige nagged. "Look, what she's trying –and failing- to say is that we want to get to know you."

"Wait, what?" Chris laughed. "You can't be serious."

"We need to be able to trust you incase of an emergency. We just want to ask some questions." Phoebe further explained.

"What type of questions?" He speculated.

"Not like end of the world questions, all personal." Paige stated.

"That sounds even worse." Chris backed away a bit.

"Oh my god, would you chill out for just a second?" Phoebe said.

"I can't answer your questions. It'll screw up my future if I tell you anything." He said in an agitated voice.

"I didn't want to have to do this." Phoebe warned. She pulled out a potion and Paige conjured the crystals around Chris.

"What are you doing?"

"It's a memory potion." Phoebe explained.

"We are going to find out who you are whether you like it or not." Paige said sternly. Chris' eyes begged for mercy.

"Please don't do this. I don't want you to have to see certain memories. It's not fair." He pleaded. "Please, I am begging you. My memories are private, you can't just do this!"

"Actually, they can." Leo said, entering the room.

"I can't relive certain memories, please." He begged once more. "I've spent years of my life trying to forget the pain, don't make me watch it again."

"I'm sorry." Phoebe said emotionless. "It has to be done."

"I will never forgive you." Were his last words before Phoebe threw the potion, and everything went dark.

"What just happened?" Chris said quickly after the lights went out.

"I have no idea." Paige responded. She felt around the room. "Well, I can tell you this: We're not in the attic anymore, that's for sure."

"Well perhaps we need to think of a memory." Leo guessed. "Let's see how this works."

"How about one of like, an after school activity?" Phoebe suggested. They waited a few moments before the room started to shift into classroom. At one desk, sat a young boy of about 15 years of age. He was the only student in the room along with a teacher. "Where are we? Detention?"

"I wish." Chris mumbled. "He's… testing me."

"Testing you?" Paige studied the boy. "That's you?"

"No I just happen to have this random kid's memory. Yes, that's me." He looked at himself. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans. His hair was a mixture between scenester and flipped and he was tapping a pencil on his foot, since he had it propped up on his knee under the desk.

"I'm confused, what do you mean by testing you?" Leo wondered. He walked around to the boy and tried to get a view of the test. "I.Q.?"

"Kind of. It just happens to be IQ this time. I had to take an intelligence test every two weeks. They used them like progress reports after they got my score for this."

"Why? Was there something wrong with you?" Paige asked very sympathetic.

"Hardly." He laughed. "I got a score of 162."

"162?" Phoebe said shocked. Her voice was drowned in disbelief and astonishment.

"Isn't the average IQ 100?" Paige double-checked.

"Please don't make a big deal about it." Chris tried to shut them up.

"What university did you end up going to?" Leo asked intrigued.

"Actually, I didn't get a chance to go. The war…" He trailed off.

"A war?" Phoebe shot up startled. "Can we see it? Maybe we could stop it…"

"No! You can't bring them up. Direct contact with memories that traumatic could trigger a severe psychosis that has taken months to cure. You don't have the psychological advancement as a society to help me if it happens again yet. The only way you be able to do anything at all would be to erase my memory entirely." He spoke quickly and efficiently in the silence they left him.

"I'm sorry. How about your family?" Phoebe suggested. Chris calmed down, but not by much. If his secret was revealed… The room changed to the outdoors, but this time, the entire thing was blurry.

"What's going on?" Phoebe was the first to speak.

"I don't remember this very well." Chris speculated.

"Out of all the memories of your family that could have been clear, why'd they choose this one?" Paige threw her hands up in the air.

"The potion was to get to know me and my life. Including how I deal with problems." Chris explained shyly.

"What does that mean?" Leo pondered for further explanation. Just then, he figured it out. They found him sitting, knees up parallel and to his chest, against a shiny black surface. He took a sip of something. "Are you drinking?"

"How old are you?" Paige squinted to try to find anything that could tell her. He was in a black suit. They couldn't read the epigram, but they could tell he was in the cemetery.

"I'mna kill him, Mom. I promise you, your death won't go unnoticed. Everyone won't be forgotten. He slaughtered them, mom, Patty, Jr, Coop, Henry, my aunts, Penny, Baby Rich, Cole, almost everyone. I'll kill that bastard if it's the last thing I do." Memory Chris slurred. He took one more drink before he put it down and stared at the sky as it started to rain.

"To answer your question, yes and 17." Chris said as he sat down next to himself. He watched as the past him dropped his head in his knees and curl into a ball, crying.

"I don't understand. What do you mean by he killed everyone? Who are all of those people you mentioned?"

"You asked about my family and here it is. My family is about 6 feet under your feet." He said coldly. They all watched with their eyes teary. The image was getting blurrier with every sip the young Chris took. Eventually, the image went black and current day Chris stood up. "Oh, and I'm talking about two different people."

"Now what?" Paige said and her voice crackled.

"The memory isn't over." Chris said bitterly. They began to hear a distant shouting.

"Chris! Chris! Please, oh god." A panicked voice said. "Christopher Perry I swear to god if you leave me I'm going to curse you to hell a thousand times over. You selfish, son of a bitch, wake up! Please. I can't lose you, too. He'll finish me off and slaughter everyone we've ever known. We need you. I need you. Remember me? Your fucking sister! You promised me you'd always be here."

"Whaaa? Mel?" Past Chris groaned. The picture came back completely out of focus even worse than before, they seemed to be moving. It kept going in and out, but Phoebe, Paige and Leo could tell the scenery changed.

"Where are you, now? I'm so confused…" Paige rubbed her temples. Chris stared at the blurry image.

"I'm in the hospital." Chris informed.

"Have you any idea what could have happened to you if we hadn't found you? Honestly, how could you have been so ignorant? We found you past out with an empty bottle with whatever the hell kind of alcohol you chose to consume to the point where you were out cold. I swear you enjoy getting your stomach pumped, what is this, like the fourth friggin' time? Gimme a break! You can only give me a heart attack so many times." The girl who Chris had claimed to be 'Mel' scolded. It blacked out once more, but it skipped over a period of time, because when the image came back it was perfect quality.

"Thank god you're up." A teenage girl around the same age as Chris came over to him. He was laying in a hospital bed and began to sit up. He rubbed his head. "You really had us there."

"Bianca," Both past Chris and present few said at the same time. The present Chris was tearing up and walked closer to her. "I-"

"Chris!" A younger teenage brunette girl burst through the door with a smile on her face, dropping the coffee she was holding. She had electric blue eyes and was about 14. As she got closer, the expression went to disappointment. "What were you thinking?"

"I'm sorry." Chris said genuinely.

"I just don't get how someone so smart could be so stupid. You could have died, does that not mean anything after our family?" Melinda said in a mere whisper. She pulled him into a hug. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I love you guys, don't forget that. I wouldn't leave you. You're all I have left." Past Chris said, ending the memory. Present day Chris was in tears watching both his baby sister and fiancé leave him again.

"Are you okay?" Leo walked over to him and Chris just pushed him away.

"Why are you doing this? Do you find pleasure in making me suffer? They're all dead." He gritted through his teeth. "Everyone is dead!"

"Let's conjure a happy moment, shall we?" Paige decided. After a few minutes of waiting, she looked around to find Bianca and Chris in what seemed like the basement of the Manor. She was wearing a white silk skirt and red boots and he was wearing the same thing he joined them in the day the titans attacked. "What are you doing in our basement?"

"This must be right before you time traveled. Your hair and clothes are the same." Leo observed. The Chris in the memory was sitting on the bottom stair looking at her. She turned around to face him and he swallowed.

"Now what?" He asked as he stood up. She smiled and began to unbutton her shirt. He walked towards her and stroked her face.

"We say goodbye," She finished it off, but luckily to Phoebe, Paige, and Leo, the Past Chris was so close to her all they could see was her back and the black bra strap carefully being undone by Chris.

"God fucking dammit." Present day Chris cursed. He ran his hand through his hair and didn't look them in the eye.

"Are you going to do what I think you're about to?" Paige blurted out. Phoebe squirmed uncomfortably as past Chris took his shirt off as well as began to feel Bianca up. Those from the present quickly turned around to face the wall. Chris was sitting on the stairs where the memory him had just been. He had been looking a little, sort of forgetting about those in the room. "Chris!" Paige scolded.

"What?" He looked at her disgusted facial expression. "It's me! And it's not like I haven't seen it loads before… Bianca, I mean."

"Still. I'd rather you not have an orgasm in front of us, thank you very much!" Paige said. Chris went red as a tomato, brought his hands to his face, and then looked at Phoebe.

"Can you not?" Chris yelled towards Phoebe, who was slightly peeking.

"Okay, someone think of a different memory." Leo said, joining the raised voices after hearing very disturbing noises from the couple. He was facing the wall and losing his temper.

"Uhhhh…" Chris tilted his head to get a better look, when Paige slapped him. "Something the least bit sexual we can find." Paige suggested. "I think we've lost him…"

"What about class?" Phoebe came up with. They all relaxed as the memory shifted to a Magic School classroom. Chris looked around the age he had been in the memory at the hospital. The present day Chris snapped out of it and stood up. He didn't face his aunts or father. As awkward as that'd been for them, it was about ten times worse for him, considering he knew he was related to them. The past Chris stared out the window and was listening to some sort of futuristic iPod. Paige wasn't looking at him, though. She was looking at her.

"Christopher, pay attention." The future Paige scolded him. The teen looked up at his aunt, who was towering over him as he sat in the desk. She took his iPod from him and made her way back to the front of the classroom. "You can have it back at the end of class, but if I ever catch you again I'm calling your father, do you hear me?"

"Yes, professor," He spat the word at her

"Paige, that's you!" Phoebe pointed out. "You look pretty good, you know, for being in your 40's."

"You attended Magic School?" Leo asked the witch lighter.

"Yeah, my dad had me transferred after the event."

"Event?" Paige wondered.

"When my mom…" Chris trailed off and there was a silent understanding. Paige went back to teaching something at the front of the room.

"Now will someone please tell me the name of the demonic ability to transport?" Paige asked the class. Chris wrote something down on a sheet of paper under the desk and then orbed it over to Bianca while Paige wasn't looking. The folded note landed in Bianca's bra and she shook her head in fake disappointment while looking at a grinning Chris. He made a fist in conquest. Bianca waited until everyone looked the other way, and then grabbed it. She opened it behind the book they were supposed to be reading.

"You orbed it to her bra?" Paige said in disbelief. "I am so going to write a note reminding myself in the future to catch and punish you!"

"That could drastically change the future, Professor." Chris teased.

"I can't believe I knew you!" Paige studied the teenager. "You must have hated me… Oh god. I was your teacher? That last memory must have been worse than I thought!"

"Please don't bring that up. Ever." He closed his eyes, trying to forget the moment that just scarred his life. "How many memories do we have to go through? This one is a bit pointless. I'm just asking Bianca to the movies."

"What did you guys make the potion thinking about?" Leo asked them.

"We just wanted to get to know him and if we could trust him." Phoebe admitted.

"Then let's pull up a memory about hobbies or trust, not my sex life." Chris yelled a bit agitated that he didn't know this information before.

"Chill out. Okay, what was your favorite thing to do after school?" Paige asked.

"Skateboarding, demon hunting, hanging out with friends or snowboarding." He replied nonchalant.

"You enjoy demon hunting? How am I not surprised?" Phoebe laughed.

"I was a teenage boy. Anything I could blow up, set on fire, or kill without serving consequences for, I loved." He reminded.

"True, very true." Paige commented. "Let's see some fire then!"

"Why don't we just start off with friends, shall we?" Chris stuck to the simple, less traumatic events. The high school classroom shifted into the streets of San Francisco. The present day people watched as the memory showed them Chris on a skateboard, going towards the building on the corner. His backpack was slung over his left shoulder and his hair unruly as ever. "Shit."

"What? Where are you going?" Leo tried to figure it out by location, but came up blank.

"I'm going to my friend Darren's apartment," He said. "I'm 14. Can we not watch this memory?"

"Why not?" Phoebe asked worried.

"Darren's going to tell me something that changed our life forever, and I told him I'd keep it a secret." Chris admitted. "I can't betray his trust like that."

"Technically it hasn't happened yet." Leo said snippy.

"Let's just say people have gone back on their promises enough times for me to be that heartless to another." Chris snarled at him.

"It's just not that big of a deal. Sometimes promises need to be broken for the greater good. There are circumstances..." Leo didn't finish his statement as Chris punched him in the face.

"Chris!" Paige looked at him in horror. "What the hell?"

"You son of a bitch," He growled at Leo. His anger started to come over him as the last 15 years of compressed hatred broke through his emotional barriers. The scene drastically changed from memory to memory of every time Leo and Chris fought. Paige and Phoebe watched in awe. Behind the quarrels of their Chris and Leo, they grew from little Chris' to more recent ones.

"You promised!" A little scared 5 year-old boy snarled at Leo with a slight lisp. His eyes mirrored his fathers' and his lip trembled.

"There was an Elder meeting. I couldn't come. It was just your party, Christopher, it wasn't very important. I'll make it up next year, I promise." Leo said nonchalant.

"You said that last year." A hurt Chris cried. "Why don't you like me?"

"Shut up. You selfish little brat." Leo's emotion turned sour as he yelled at the child. Chris blocked himself as Leo's hand hit his cheekbone. The room changed again, this time to an older Chris, probably around 12.

"Holy Mother of God!" Chris screamed as he felt the bone in his arm snap under impact. He endured the pain and stood up to face the attacker, Leo. "What's your problem? It wasn't me! Damn it, it was Wyatt! Why would I total the car?"

"You good for nothing stupid piece of shit." Leo smacked him in the already bleeding cheekbone and the image went dark. More scenes flipped through and present day Chris and Leo were still at it.

"I trusted you. I forgave you every single time!" Chris punched him again.

"What are you talking about?" Leo cried.

"You're a pathetic excuse for a man." Chris gritted through his teeth. "You don't even recognize me. I fucking hate you."

"Recognize you? You're from the future! How could I possibly recognize you?" Leo said, spitting out blood.

"Please, calm down and let's talk about this!" Paige yelled breaking them up. Chris was heavily breathing and Phoebe could tell he had let a tear slip through his exterior.

"Why would I care about you? I don't even know you. You're nothing to me. You've never given me the chance to even talk to you. You came here with me already marked." Leo breathed out. The scene took place to the top of the bridge. Chris was there, crying, a pain filled scar across his cheekbone reopened once again by his father.

"Nothing to you?" Chris's eyes were watered as he voice cracked. "I've given you hundreds of chances. I always forgave you. Every time you didn't come to dinner, birthday parties, graduation, competitions, beatings because it was for 'the greater good'. I spent years blocking it out of my mind, pleading that one day you'd make it up, but you know what? I'm tired of it. I learned a long time ago to not dream too far because eventually you need to wake up."

"Why would Leo come to those things?" Phoebe demanded. The scene changed for a final time. They were in the park. It was Leo and Chris alone. They looked carefully at the two memoir versions. Chris was 14. He was sobbing and Leo was flaming.

"How could you let her die?" Leo shocked Chris with the electricity coming from the upper half of his body and Chris let out a shout in protest. "It's all your fault!"

"I'm sorry. I couldn't, I could heal her." A very distraught Chris said.

"Couldn't? Or wouldn't!"

"You think I'd kill Mom?" Chris started attacking back. A wave of telekinesis came from him and threw Leo into the statue. "She cared about me. She loved me. She was always the one to comfort me when my heart broke. She took care of me when I was sick. She went to parent teacher conferences, never missed one soccer game, she taught me everything I know while you sat 'up there' doing shit!"

"I can't chose you over the world, Christopher. People need me!" Leo stood up.

"You never came when I needed you."

"You need to deal with your ego, Christopher. I have more important things to do than deal with you."

"How about when I was in a coma for three weeks? You didn't visit once. Or the time I broke four ribs? Ma and I called you for weeks. Three minutes of your time to heal me wouldn't have killed people. Somehow whenever I was injured the world seemed to be ending, but when Wyatt got a paper cut you were there in a matter of seconds! You didn't have the decency to heal Mom while she bled to death!"

"You could have healed her." Leo responded bitterly.

"You know I don't have that power you self absorbed demon." Christopher threw an energy ball directed at Leo's chest.

"Face it, you just don't want to live with the guilt."

"SHUT UP YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Chris orbed in front of him and threw the hardest punches he could. He kicked and magically attacked him. Chris conjured a dagger and held it at Leo's neck.

"You going to kill me? You don't have the heart. I'm your father." Leo smiled wickedly with blood coming out of the corner of his mouth.

"You lost that title when you didn't save her. I called for you countless times. You're the reason my mother is dead. You killed Piper Halliwell." The memory ended with the dagger still at Leo's neck, leaving Leo, Chris, Paige, and Phoebe in a heavy room. The darkness faded and they ended up back in the attic. Leo was white a ghost staring 5 inches in front of him. Phoebe had terrified looks upon her, and Paige was staring in shock and Chris had tears in his eyes and his jaw locked.

"You're my son." Leo stated.

"More like one night stand. That's all I ever been to you." He spat the next words. "A mistake."

"I don't believe you." Leo accused.

"Leo, don't make it an worse than it already is." Phoebe warned.

"You really can't see it? You must be the thickest person I know." Chris let out a humorless laugh. "I'm half witch half Whitelighter! Look at my eyes, or my hair, or how about going back my powers? I have telekinesis, orbing, electro-kinesis, freezing time, blowing things up, and glamour."

"There's no way. I would never have done that to my son."

"Good god, man! Get over yourself. You're a failure of a father. You know one year I gave you a mug that said 'worlds worst father' for father's day? Oh wait, you wouldn't, you never came down to receive it. You were 'up there' doing something for the 'greater good'."

"You killed me," Leo swallowed hard.

"No, I didn't." Chris said it in an apologetic way. "Paige knocked me out before I had the chance."

"Chris, are you telling us, that Piper will be dead in less than twenty years?" Paige's heart broke when Chris nodded and orbed away.