Sincerity

A Charmed Fanfiction

Chapter 1: Loss of Control

When confronted by the Charmed Ones in Prince Charmed, Chris lets out a little more than he had intended.

A/N: 2/28/12: Um… hi all! Heh… It's been over a year since I've updated this… Wow. Anyway, I feel guilty. Ergo, I'm going through it again, and trying to improve it, and make it better, and hopefully add a few chapters. Hope you all can bear with me! This is NOT abandoned. By ANY means whatsoever.

A/N: First off, for anyone who has read Key Moments In Time, 1) I have no current plans on continuing Importance. If there are any suggestions or requests for any further one-shots, I'll be glad to give it a whirl.

This is a really dark story. Not for the light-hearted. There is language and gore, and it isn't very pleasant. It's basically what would happen if Chris had a different way of getting Wyatt back from the Order, and if Piper was a tad more pissed than she was in the show. It went way differently than I intended and... well... you'll see.

Also, be sure to check the foot notes. Look out for the (#)s, and when you see them, quickly scroll down and check what it has to say about it at the bottom. K?

"I was only trying to protect Wyatt!" I exclaimed, silently begging them to just drop it, even though I knew they wouldn't. After all, I wouldn't have if I had been in their position. I inherited that trait from my mother, who just so happened to be the stubborn woman I was trying to convince that I was good. Go figure, right?

"By tricking us?" she asked distrustfully, an irritated look on her face.

"I had to," I urged, trying to bite back the retort that was begging to slip off my tongue. The truth that might just shut them up long enough to let me explain my plan on how to get Wyatt back.

"Why?" Phoebe demanded angrily, as if she had been betrayed by me. Seriously, do they not see what is right in front of them? That did it-

"Because the only reason I came back here is to keep Wyatt from turning evil!" I growled before I could stop myself.

Not a second had passed and I already had a sickening sensation filling my gut. Did I really just say that? Their reactions were… painful, to say the least. Phoebe was expressionless, but she looked to Piper for answers. Leo looked almost… hurt and thoroughly suspicious, immediately saying, "Turning evil?"

Paige appeared almost desperate and uncertain as she added, "Wait, don't you mean stopping evil from hurting him?"

But they weren't the worst. It was Piper's open-mouthed stare as she just looked at me with incredulity that rocked me to the core.

I took a breath, and, shaking my head, I said, "I didn't think you'd help me if you knew the truth. I knew you wouldn't." Because I know you… came the unspoken ending. Leo looked at me, demanding an explanation with his eyes. Paige gave this little, well, yeah; you've got a point there, look. Phoebe looked around awkwardly, trying to ignore that I had spoken the truth. But, once again, Piper's reaction killed me inside. Her dumbfounded expression didn't change as she looked first at me, then at her shoes.

Trying to fight back the tears from so many memories that I'd had, and at the same time attempting (and failing) to stop my voice from breaking, I continued. "The evil I came back to stop isn't a demon," I admitted waveringly, before looking up to meet each of their eyes. "It's Wyatt."

Phoebe stared at me with sadness, as if she was picking up on my inner despair, which is impossible, seeing as I took the empath blocking potion. But Piper… she looked heartbroken. She stared at me for a moment before her gaze turned accusatory. "You're lying!"

Looking her right in the eye, I defended myself, telling the complete and utter truth for the first time since long before I had come to the past, "No, I'm not. He's going to grow up and terrorize people with his powers. Take over." I had to fight as hard as I could to keep my gaze level with hers as I continued, "Kill, even."

She looked away quickly; probably having seen the double meaning behind what I had said… who he had killed. I had to fight with everything I had in me to not think of my mother's blood-soaked body as I came home from school on my birthday, of neither my father nor Wyatt – the latter's reason I now knew why – coming when I called them to heal her, of her dying words… of her final breaths…

Leo laughed harshly, like he usually does when he doesn't believe something for a second, and said, "Why should we believe you after all the lies?"

"Because you have to," I said simply, not knowing of a better answer. I had given away far too much.

Piper glared at me and retorted, "No, Chris, we don't, actually."

The moment she finished, I couldn't stop myself, and my mouth acted of its own accord for the second time that conversation, "Fine! Then don't! Either way, we have to save Wyatt now, and I'm the one who knows how to do it!"

As soon as I said the words, I regretted it. Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! They're going to ask how, and then it's game over.

"Oh, really? How?" Phoebe snapped.

"Well, I haven't actually tried it yet in this time, but in the future, before he turns – and it is the truth whether you believe me or not, so don't even start!" I yelled, interrupting Leo as he went to open his big trap, effectively closing it. "Anyway, before Wyatt goes all Anakin Skywalker on us, he and I shared a bond, kind of like your Power of Three, just different and far stronger."

Leo laughed openly at that, and I knew what was coming next. "That's impossible! There is nothing stronger than the Power of Three other than Wyatt. You just gave yourself away! You couldn't possibly share a bond with him! You aren't even blood relatives!"

I scowled at him, and shook my head, "That's what you said when we were young and it was starting to develop. Or, at least the first part. That's when the two of us decided to research more about fra-magical bonds and we figured out how to use it. We can sense each other's emotions, hear each other's thoughts, and we can always sense each other – even when one of us was in the Underworld. Now, can the Power of Three do that? Nope. I guess, if we're still going with elusive Star Wars terms, the force was strong with us," I continued, trying to keep the mood light, even if it was anything but.

Leo cocked his head, thoroughly skeptical, yet still slightly curious. "So, what you're saying is, not only do you know us in the future, but you are such close friends with Wyatt that you share an empathetic, telepathic, and sensing bond? That makes no sense, and is completely implausible."

"But it is possible?" (1) I asked, even though I already knew the answer. His lack of a reply confirmed it.

"So, wait," Paige chimed in. "You can use this supposed 'bond' to find my nephew and bring him back to us?"

"Yes, I can," I said, relieved that someone had finally gotten the message.

"NO WAY!" Piper yelled, making my victory short-lived. "Why should we believe you anyway?"

"Because it's the only way to save him," I insisted, looking at her pleadingly. A small part of me wished I could just tell her the truth right then and there, but I knew I couldn't. "Please, let me help."

"Chris, we don't need your help," Piper replied harshly after a moment of silence. "I will get my son back and when I do, I don't want to see you anymore."

Her words cut a hole through my heart, and for just a moment, I let my barriers down. Suddenly, I really wished I hadn't taken that empath blocking potion, because if Phoebe knew the pain I was in right now, they'd think twice about what they were going to do next. But, I had, so all I could do was look at each of them pleadingly, as I finally let an ounce of the pain I felt show in my eyes.

But, I couldn't give up. I had to save my brother. "Please, Piper. You have to believe me!" I urged.

Unfortunately for me, that seemed to be the final straw for her, because she then did something that surprised us all.

"No, you know what? I AM FREAKING TIRED OF YOUR BULLSHIT! I am done. Done. DONE! With all of it! SO GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE! And stay away from my son," she screeched, trying to blow me up with nearly every other word (2). And worse… succeeding. With every blast I took, the pain in my abdomen got bigger and bigger until, with a sickening splat, a large glob of blood rushed to the floor.

As the other two sisters and Leo (who had obviously forgotten about his fancy-shmancy healing power) stared in shock at Piper, I fell to my knees from the sheer agony of the hole in my chest, as well as the nerve wracking pain of who put it there (although I bet the blood loss wasn't really helping). After just as few seconds, I was finding it awfully difficult to breathe, be it from the fact that the lower half of my lungs were probably mush, or withholding tears was just a tad too hard.

Pressing a hand to my chest to try (vainly) to stem the flow of the hot, sticky liquid seeping out of my chest and through my fingers, I managed to cough out, "If you wanted me g-gone… all you had to do w-was… ask. Just… do me a-a favor. Stay away… from Leo around Wyatt's… birthday. Then… I'll never be able t-to…bother you a-again." And then, before the wetness in my eyes could overflow, they could digest my words, or I could pass out, I orbed away.

I'm not sure what part of my mind decided to bring me to the Golden Gate Bridge, but that's where I ended up. Instantaneously, I started coughing, blood spurting out of my mouth in addition from in between my fingers now. Simultaneously, the tears I'd been holding back fell full force, mixing with all the blood and making it impossible to breathe.

That's when it hit me. I was going to die. And the last words I had said to my family were telling them how to stop me from existing. And, even worse, I had been sincere.

A/N… again: This is might receive a few negative reviews due to the canonical accuracy. For one, why would Wyatt put his shield up around Chris if they still share a bond? Easily answered, and I addressed it in the story. Chris hadn't tried to access the bond in this time, and technically, since he wasn't born yet, Wyatt doesn't know about it, or what it is, so he can't access it unless Chris does first, thus bringing it into fruition between those two. It's kind of complicated, but there it is. If you still have questions, tell me in your review, and I'll happily answer.

FOOTNOTES! :D:D:D:D

1) I REALLY wanted to put, "But possible it is?" but I thought that would be pushing it a tad with the Star Wars references. When I put the "pulled an Anakin Skywalker on us" and then "the force was strong with us" I KNEW I couldn't stop it just there, but I had to!

2) So, it's like this: "No, you know what? I AM FREAKING BOOM! TIRED BOOM! OF YOUR BOOM! BULLSHIT! I am done. BOOM! Done. BOOM! DONE! BOOM! With all of it! BOOM! SO GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE! BOOM! And stay away from my son! KA-BOOM!" Got it? She fired at him a bunch of times, and by the end of it, he was pretty much on the verge of a mental breakdown from being blasted at by his mom. Not to mention… well, just go back up there and read on.

A/N: 2/28/12: Really, though, I will finish going through this. I fully intend to. I have a LOT of intentions to fix this huge stupid mess of evilness... So... yeah!