WARNINGS: MPREG, Slash, Slight AU (Chris is not a Halliwell) and probably a few others as well.

If you haven't seen Chris-Crossed, then this will not make any sense to you. There are large pieces missing, whole scenes that you can assume are the same. Slight differences are that the engagement ring is for a male, and there was no funny business in the basement between Bianca and Chris.

Chris unbuttoned his shirt carefully, feeling weak and achy from the hole in his chest. He stared at the wound Bianca had given him, and then buttoned his shirt. He felt betrayed; Bianca had been his best friend. The only way she would have hurt him was if Wyatt had succeeded in turning her back to his side, to the side of evil.

Chris painfully reached down and pulled a ring out of his pocket. He stared longingly at it, thinking back to when he was given it.


Chris and Wyatt appeared in a burst of blue orbs. Chris looked around, recognising the park and the bench for what it was – their spot. He smiled at Wyatt, glad to be back here after so long.

"Why did you bring me here, Wyatt?"

"Because I want to ask you something in private, and I know how much you love this place. We haven't been here in a long time and I miss it." Wyatt smiled lovingly down at him, running a hand through his hair.

Chris smiled up at Wyatt, looking into his eyes. He never grew old of the love he saw in Wyatt's eyes.

Wyatt pulled Chris down onto the bench and turned to face him. "You know how much I love you. I know because I can see it in your eyes whenever I look at you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I want everyone to know too." Wyatt paused and reached into his pocket, pulling out a box. Chris frowned, wondering what was in it. "Chris, will you marry me?"

Chris' breath stopped, his jaw dropped, and his heart missed a beat. It only took a few seconds for his breathing to speed up, along with his heart, and the words to escape from his mouth before he'd even had time to consider the consequences. "Yes! Oh my god, yes I'll marry you!"

Wyatt opened the box and pulled out a silver-coloured ring that looked like flattened rope with three diamonds along the top, and put in on Chris' ring finger.

He hugged Wyatt tight to him, kissing his neck, then pulled back and kissed his on the lips. Pulling back, he rested his forehead against Wyatt's and whispered, "I love you."


Chris felt longing and regret at the memory. The pain he felt whenever he thought of Wyatt was excruciating, so much so that he could barely function. He kept himself distracted most of the time, by killing demons mostly, but this time he couldn't ignore the pain he felt. He orbed.

His first thought was that it looked very different in this time. The stone pillars and statues were all cleaner and the bushes were smaller.

Chris wasn't surprised to hear Bianca's voice from behind him. "You really shouldn't try to orb any more, you know. It could kill you." Chris' heart constricted, she didn't even sound as though she cared any more.

"Is that what you want?" He asked weakly, still trying to get his breathing in order after orbing.

"If that's what I wanted, you'd already be dead." Not true, and they both knew it. But he didn't voice that thought. "All I want is to bring you back."

The thought of going back to the future made him feel sick – he couldn't go back there, he couldn't see Wyatt again.

"How'd you know I'd be here?" Chris asked, showing nothing of the pain he felt.

"Same reason you knew I'd be waiting here. I mean, this is still your spot, isn't it?" Chris hated that he had told Bianca about this place. At the time, she had been the only person he could talk about Wyatt to. She had been his closest friend.

"No. This is what we hoped it would be. This is what we were trying to preserve, for the future. Remember?" Chris looked up at Bianca, seeing the cold gaze burning holes into him as she laughed.

"We were naive to think we could change anything. To stop him."

Chris shook his head, feeling disappointed. "You don't believe that. Or, at least, you didn't."

"Well I do now." Her tone was hard, and Chris turned away, staring at the floor.

"What happened to you Bianca?" Chris turned and looked at Bianca with a frown on his face. "How did he turn you back?"

She dodged the question, of course. "That's not important." But Chris knew Wyatt's methods of torture and knew she wouldn't have been able to resist him for long. "What is important is that I was interrupted in stripping you of your powers, and if I don't finish what I started, you'll die soon."

"You can't strip me of all my powers anyway. Only my magical powers."

"True, but your other powers are useless against his, aren't they?"

"Here or there, I am dead anyway." He turned to Bianca, pleading.

"No. He gave me his word he wouldn't hurt you. Please Chris; don't make this any harder than it has to be." Chris was well aware of how much Wyatt's word meant. He gathered all the remaining energy he had and orbed back to the manor, hoping the sisters would at least keep him safe from Bianca.

He orbed into the entrance hall of the manor, sensing the sisters and Leo in the living room. The pain increased ten-fold and Chris curled up into a ball to try and stop it. Then, all he knew was darkness.

Chris opened his eyes, feeling almost hollow. He saw an unfamiliar ceiling, and then heard, "Slow breaths."


He turned his head to look at her, anger flowing through him.

"What did you do to me?" he asked.

"I just saved your life." She said this as though she deserved a medal.

"By taking away my powers?" Chris asked sarcastically. She just glared at Chris, then got up and walked towards the wall on the far side of the room. "How are you gonna bring me back, anyway? That spell is a one-way door; it only goes backwards in time." He asked, watching Bianca draw the triquetra on the wall.

"He created a new spell because of you. One that works both ways." Of course he did.

"I'm touched." His tone still sarcastic.

"You should be. He's gone to a lot of trouble to get you back."

"Yeah, I see that." He always did everything in his power to get Chris back.

"You know, you don't have to believe me Chris, but this really is for the best." She was staring at him now, distracted from her drawing.

"Oh yeah? How's that?" He questioned.

"Because this is your only chance to live. If I fail, he'll just keep sending more assassins back, and all they'll have to bring home is a body." Chris felt his body freeze, knowing that Wyatt was willing to kill him to get him back home.

He forced himself to move. "It doesn't matter." He reached down into his pocket and pulled out his engagement ring, throwing it on the table. "There's nothing left in the future anymore anyway."

And that was true. Wyatt could bring Chris to him wherever he was so he could not hide. He was never safe from him. He could never be with any of his family because if he was, Wyatt would find and kill them.

Bianca looked at the ring, then glared at Chris and turned back towards the wall.

Chris shook his head, wishing he could think of a way out of this without going back.

"You know, if anyone else tried what you did, I would kill them on the spot. But you.." Chris stared at Wyatt, seeing nothing of the man he used to know. "I've forgiven Bianca, I can forgive you too if you promise never to cross me again."

They had had this conversation, many times before. "I think you know me better than that."

Wyatt turned to Bianca and growled, "I thought you said you could talk some sense into him!" Chris heard Bianca move towards them.

"Leave her out of this!"

Wyatt brought his hand up, and then squeezed. Chris felt his throat constrict, unable to breathe. Unable to move.

Resolve flooded him. Wyatt had never hurt him before now. Not physically at least. He would always go out of his way to never ever hurt Chris. This was not Wyatt.

"Pardon me?" Wyatt waved his hand and Chris went flying across the room, landing in a pile of boxes.

Chris moaned in pain, getting to his feet slowly. "Thank you." He said, looking at Wyatt.

"Excuse me?" growled Wyatt, looking utterly inhuman.

"Thank you for proving to me that you can be saved. My Wyatt would never have allowed anyone to hurt me, let alone been the one to do it. You are not Wyatt, and you haven't been for a long time."

Bianca ran over to him then, yelling at Wyatt, "You promised you wouldn't hurt him."

"And you promised you would turn him, just like I turned you. Or at least I thought I had."

Bianca grabbed onto Chris. "Chris, please. I didn't bring you here to die." He looked at her, and realised she was crying. Chris felt some hope that not all was lost.

"Don't worry; I know what I'm doing." Chris looked back at Wyatt, who was watching them with a slight smirk on his face. He moved, and the floorboard beneath him creaked. "I think."

Chris got up and ran at Wyatt and pushed him out of the way with little effort. "Have you lost your mind?" Wyatt picked Chris up by the neck and dragged him to the ceiling, holding him there. An energy ball appeared in his hand, and for the first time in his life he felt afraid for himself. There had been many times that Wyatt had scared him, but never had he felt his life threatened. "I don't need you."

No, but I need you, he thought. Chris struggled in the air, his breath being stolen from him. Suddenly, the pressure stopped and he fell to the floor. He looked up to see Bianca with her hand in Wyatt's back, draining his powers.

"Whatever you're gonna do, do it fast. I can't hold him for long." She stood straight, obviously struggling already to hold Wyatt in place.

Chris ran to the floorboard and pulled it up. Relief surged through him when he saw the piece of paper. He grabbed it, fumbling to unroll it. He read. "Powers of the witches rise, come to me from across the skies, return my magic, give me back, all that was taken from the attack."

His magic flowed through him, glowing blue, at the same time Wyatt gained control. Chris watched him turn and kick Bianca, sending her across the room and onto a piece of broken wood, which went straight through her chest.

Chris screamed, "No!" and threw Wyatt across the room, knocking him unconscious. The first time he had ever used his powers on his fiancé.

Chris felt his chest tighten as he ran to Bianca. "Bianca." He grabbed onto her waist, tears gathering in his eyes. "No, no."

Bianca laughed, "Haven't we been here before?"

Chris smiled, remembering the first time he had met Bianca in a similar situation. That time, Wyatt had healed her. He nodded, "Maybe we will be again."

Bianca smiled, and they shared a look. That was unlikely, at least they hoped. "Maybe."

Chris felt his tears spill over and leaned his head on Bianca, feeling the life leaving her. Her heart beat slowing. Her breathing stop.

She grabbed hold of his hand, and passed him his engagement ring. "You can finish what we started."

Chris looked at it and closed his eyes. He had to save Wyatt, he needed to save Wyatt.

Her breathing sped up as she looked over to Wyatt. "Hurry!" she whispered. Chris looked over to see Wyatt waking up. "Take the spell so he can't send anyone else." They looked at each other. Chris felt the same hope he felt when they first decided to send him to the past. "Go."

Chris nodded and ran over to the Book of Shadows, searching for the spells. He could feel that Wyatt was standing up. He turned the pages until the spell was found and began to chant, "Hear these words, hear the rhyme, heed the hope within my mind," Chris dodged an energy ball sent at him by Wyatt and kept reading, "send me back to where I'll find, what I wish in place and time."

He grabbed the spell, and with one last look at Wyatt he ran towards the triquetra and jumped.

He made a painful landing, right in front of Leo and the sisters. "Ouch." He mumbled to himself, slowly picking himself off the floor.

"Oh my god, are you OK?" Paige asked him, sounding worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He got up, seeing they were all staring at him. He was in trouble. He really didn't want to deal with them right now. "Nice spell."

"Yeah but we just put it in there like two seconds ago."

Chris heard Leo mumble something about time travel. All he could see in his eyes was Wyatt and a dying Bianca.

He focused when Piper started to talk. "You have some serious explaining to do, young man."

He didn't want to explain. He wanted to crawl into a hole and never leave, but he had demons to hunt and Wyatt to save.

"I know. Listen, I'm sorry I lied to you. I really am, but-"

Piper cut him off, sounding like the mother he had known for so long. "No, no buts. It's about time you tell us the truth. Now. "

The truth. Like they'd even believe the truth. He looked at each of the sisters. "I can't." They all looked at him as if to say, 'why?' and he added, "But not because I don't want to, but because there's only so much I can tell you without the future being changed too much."

"Um, isn't that your whole point? To come and change the future?" Asked Paige.

"Yeah, but that was supposed to be more like a surgical strike." He replied.

"To save Wyatt." Leo stated, and Chris nodded.

"To save Wyatt." Always Wyatt. Only ever Wyatt.

"What about Bianca?" Chris was struggling to keep his face impassive.

He sighed, "Bianca won't be a threat to anyone anymore." He looked at the ground, hoping that would still be true if he succeeded.

"I'm sorry." Said Phoebe, and Chris frowned.


She looked unsure then. "You loved her." She was sure of that, he could tell.

Chris smiled and nodded. "She was my best friend."

"Friend? Then who gave you the engagement ring?" Asked Paige. Chris shook his head.

He pulled the engagement ring out of his pocket and looked at it. "It doesn't matter anymore." He said, and walked past them to the door throwing the ring in the bin.

He wouldn't need it. He didn't want to be reminded of the Wyatt he had seen today, and if he succeeded he was hoping he would be given another ring.

He was so focused on leaving that he didn't see Phoebe walk over to the bin.

Should I continue?