Light and Dark (Charmed AU)

Chapter 7

In the past, the sisters and Leo were in the attic.

"Is there no way for us to go to the future?" Paige asked.

"How did we do it a few years ago?" Phoebe asked.

"Uh, the Elders made that happen." Leo said.

"Well you're an Elder, make it happen." Piper said.

"It doesn't work that way, it was special circumstances."

"And this isn't?" Paige pointed out.

"Well Bianca's a witch, how did she do it?"

"I'm not sure."

Leo, who was pacing, stepped on a loose floorboard and Piper's head snapped up.

"Leo, fix the floorboard."

"What?"

"What if that's where they were going, to the attic in the future."

"Maybe he wants us to use it. To send him something. Something that he needed?" Phoebe continued, catching onto her big sister's train of thought.

"Like his powers." Paige finished.

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"Wyatt..."

The blonde man kissed along Chris' jawline. He was always the brunette's weak spot, the other man melting like putty in his hands.

"W-Wyatt... I... I can't..."

Chris was breathing heavily by this point, trying to control himself as his shirt was undone.

"Why not?" Wyatt whispered lowly against his chest. "Wouldn't it be so much easier, so much better, if you just came home? I love you Chris. Even though you have betrayed me..."

The false whitelighter's breath hitched and he couldn't hold back his moan as the twice-blessed bit at his hip, still holding him to the wall with telekinesis.

Chris forced himself to think of something to say before his brain could shut down.

"If nothing turned you then what's the harm in letting me be in the past?"

Wyatt growled low in his throat and stood once more, forcefully kissing his husband. While the younger man knew he'd have many bruises in the morning, he still loves the roughness. The way Wyatt gripped his hips so hard they ached, the way the slight oxygen restriction made him almost as lightheaded as the possessive kisses.

"And let you diminish my ranks before I can form them? I don't think so.

"Then... Why don't... You come... With me?" Chris asked between kisses.

It certainly stopped Wyatt in his tracks.

"You want me to go with you to the past?"

Due to his shock, Wyatt's telekinetic hold loosened, allowing Chris a proper breath.

"Well why not? Then you could keep an eye on me and I can still save you."

Wyatt rolled his eyes.

"You always were stubborn. Someone has to run this Empire, I can't just go chasing after you because of some delusions of good vs evil."

"You could always use a decoy. Leave it here to run the typical stuff. Please Wy, come with me."

The twice-blessed stared at him for a moment, searching for any sign of deception before sighing heavily.

"You're so lucky I love you." He murmured as he let go of Chris.

The half demon, half guardian fell into his husband's arms and caught his breath before shakily getting his footing again.

He walked over to the middle of the attic to pull up a loose floorboard, under which was an old piece of paper with a spell written on it.

"Powers of the witches rise, course unseen across the skies, return my magic, give me back, all that was taken, from the attack." He glowed blue as his powers were returned to him.

"Come here Kit." Wyatt called.

Chris shimmered to his side, a small smile on his face which the ruler of the world returned easily.

"If I'm to come with you, I need to know what you've told them." Wyatt said as he pulled Chris closer and brushed some of the hair out of his eyes.

"They believe I'm part witch, part whitelighter. They know I'm trying to save you from evil but they don't know how you've strayed from the path they follow."

"And... Do they know about us?" He asked, caressing Chris' cheek and sending shivers down the younger man's spine.

"Y-yes. I got trapped in a pocket world and they saw us together."

"Pocket world, that sounds familiar. Don't they reflect your deepest desires?"

Chris shuddered.

"Yes."

Wyatt smiled again. He loved the effect he had on the other man.

"Well, I suppose they shouldn't see me. At least not right away. I'll tell you what, meet me in the attic maybe... four hours after you return."

Chris nodded absently as they kissed once more before he moved to the book.

"Make sure you take the spell with you when you come. That way none of your minions can get any bright ideas of trying to impress you by coming back and screwing us all over."

"Done." Wyatt said.

"Hear these words, hear my cry, heed the hope within my mind, take me back to where I'll find, what I wish in place and time."

Chris walked to the portal and paused right before stepping through. Turning quickly, he grabbed Wyatt by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a fierce kiss.

"See you on the other side." Chris whispered with a smirk on his face before jumping through the portal.

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The sisters squeaked as Chris came flying out of the wall, landing hard in a pile on the ground.

"Oh my god!"

"Chris!"

They all rushed forward to help him to his feet.

"I'm alright. I'm fine. Nice spell by the way."

"But we only just put it in there!" Phoebe exclaimed.

"Well you see, the way time travel works is-" Leo started but was cut off by the middle sister.

"Please, Leo. Not now. I already have a bit of a headache."

"Chris, tell us the next time you're in trouble." Leo said. "Trust goes both ways."

Chris nodded solemnly.

"Hey, what about Bianca?" Phoebe asked.

Chris figured it'd be best if they thought the woman was gone so he lied and said she wasn't going to hurt anyone else again. Knowing her, she'd probably fought her way back to the resistance by now.

The sisters shared their condolences and made their way to bed. Leo went back up to the elders, and Chris went back to P3.

Three and a half hours later, after sensing that no one was in the attic, Chris orbed back to the manor.

It was not fifteen minutes later when an adult Wyatt Halliwell stepped into the room. Chris was instantly drawn to his side, though he wasn't sure if it was by the blonde man's telekinesis or how much he missed his husband.

They kissed passionately and without exchanging any spoken words, disappeared with a shimmer.