One Chris

Chapter8

Back at home, Chris saw Leo and Wyatt deep in discussion. Wyatt had just returned from a meeting with the Founders. Leo listened intently, his face reflecting the gravity of their conversation.

"They confirmed what you suspected," Wyatt said, his voice laden with fatigue. "Chris's two lives are intertwined in a single soul and body. The shock has pushed part of his memory into the background. But they believe, with time, both will integrate harmoniously."

Chris, who had been standing nearby, couldn't help but interject. "How long will it take? I can't keep doing this."

Noticing him, Leo and Wyatt exchanged a glance. "We don't know," Leo admitted gently. "It could be days, weeks, or even longer. All we can do is be patient and support you."

Chris sighed heavily, clearly frustrated. Leo noticed his agitation and decided to tread carefully. "Chris, if you ever need to talk or if there's anything you need, remember I'm here for you. Where have you been by the way?"

Chris nodded curtly and looked the other way. He was not ready to open up about where he had been or what he had seen. Leo decided to let it go and left the room, leaving Wyatt and Chris alone.

Wyatt turned to Chris, a look of determination on his face. "I've talked to mom and dad. I know now why you lost your memory, and I'm sorry for the pain you're going through. They never wanted to burden us with the specifics of the past, but now... I feel responsible. I want to help, but I'm not sure how."

Chris looked at him, his expression a mixture of confusion and a hint of something else—an emerging sense of understanding. "It wasn't really your fault. The demons are responsible... that wasn't you."

Wyatt shook his head. "Still, I feel like I should do something. I want to help. I just don't know how."

Chris's gaze softened, and for the first time, he saw Wyatt not just as who he was in the other timeline, but as someone trying to reach out. His feelings toward Wyatt were shifting, his old memories of his brother now blending with the present reality.

"I don't know what to do either," Chris admitted. "I'm lost."

Wyatt's face brightened with a thought. "Maybe we could try meditation. Aunt Paige taught us how to use it to explore our memories and emotions. I could guide you through it."

Chris considered the offer. He was exhausted and disheartened, but the idea of exploring his memories with Wyatt's help seemed like a chance worth taking. "I'm willing to try. I don't have much to lose at this point."

Wyatt nodded, relief and determination in his eyes. "Okay, let's start with some meditation. It might help you reconnect with your memories and sort through everything."

As they set up a quiet space for their session, Chris couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Despite the pain and confusion, the prospect of rediscovering his past with Wyatt's guidance offered a small, comforting promise of clarity.

In the sun-room, Wyatt and Chris sat in a relaxing corner, the room bathed in gentle sunlight. Wyatt guided Chris through a meditation session, hoping to help him reconnect with his lost memories.

"Focus on your happy place," Wyatt instructed softly.

Chris closed his eyes, trying to imagine a place where he felt safe and at ease. But instead of a bright and joyful scene, his mind conjured up an image of a dark yet comforting space—a secret hideout that seemed to materialize from the depths of his memory. The place was dimly lit, with just enough light to create a warm, intimate atmosphere.

As the vision solidified, a flood of memories surged back. Chris felt an intense pain in his head, and the familiar sensation of losing consciousness began to overtake him.