Light and Dark (Charmed AU)

Chapter 10

Chris shimmered onto the couch in the backroom of P3, clutching a wound on his stomach.

"Dammit Chris!" Wyatt exclaimed, falling to his knees at the brunette's side to heal him.

Chris hissed slightly as the gold glow touched his skin but relaxed as the injury closed up.

"You know, if you hadn't told them I was evil you could still go to the manor for help."

"Well how else could I explain my worry when a demonic cult wanted to make you their leader?"

Wyatt snorted but didn't say anything else as Chris sat up gingerly.

"Well, that lead was a bust."

Wyatt held the younger man who looked about ready to pass out.

"You haven't been sleeping Chris."

He opened his mouth to respond by was cut off as he heard Leo calling.

"I-"

"You have to go." Wyatt said for him. "I know. Be careful, and if you really want to know, there's a demon that can sense a child's morality."

Chris smirked.

"I thought you said there was no good and evil."

The blonde snorted.

"There isn't. You're so adamant about it, this will prove you wrong."

"Sure." Chris said with a smug smile.

Wyatt pulled the other into a kiss, leaving him dazed.

"You better get going." The twice-blessed said teasingly.

Chris nodded absently and orbed away.

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"Wyatt, calm down."

The witchlighter was pacing angrily in the small room.

Chris had orbed in maybe an hour after he left, hands shaking in a way that could only mean one thing.

"I'm gonna kill that son of a beech." The future ruler of the world growled.

"No you're not. Mellie still won't be born for a few years." Chris said, resting his forehead against his knees.

"I can't believe that even in the past when he doesn't know your heritage, my dad is still a jackass to you."

"To be fair, all he saw was me standing by while a demon was close to his precious angel." Chris said, only adding a tiny bit of sarcasm at the end.

Wyatt snorted and sat, pulling Chris into his lap.

"We're running out of time." Chris murmured after a moment of silence.

"No, you're running out of time." Wyatt contradicted and tightened his grip on the lithe man's waist.

Chris was completely relaxed against his husband's chest, seemingly close to sleep.

"You know, you could always go explain the time limit to Paige."

The sage green eyes peered up at him incredulously.

"You think it could work?"

The blonde man sighed.

"This really matters to you so... I think it's worth a shot."

Chris smiled softly.

"Thank you. I'll be back soon."

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Phoebe took a deep breath and forced herself not to fight the demon that attacked her and sighed in relief as she passed through the light into...

The sun room in the manor. A blonde boy, maybe about ten years old, was sitting in the sun room with a sleeping nine year old with brown hair lying with his head in, who she assumed was Wyatt's, lap.

"Wyatt," Piper said as she entered the room with a basket of clothes. "Did you heal Chris?"

"Yeah, want us to go look for the demons?"

The brunette, who must be Chris, shifted with a content smile, curling further towards the twice-blessed child prompting the blonde to smile. Piper smiled faintly at the pair.

She opened her mouth to say something but at that moment Paige walked in wearing the robe of a Magic School teacher.

"Hey Piper, could you take Phoebe to the doctor instead? I have so many papers to grade, thank you."

"The doctor?"Phoebe muttered to herself.

"Yeah, we've got to make sure our little niece is okay."

She looked down and see that her stomach was swollen. About five months pregnant.

She vaguely registered Piper sending the two boys upstairs but when she looked up she saw Chris' eyes flutter open to look directly at her.

"Aunt Phoebe, we need your help."

As the vision faded it was replaced by an adult Chris crouched in front of her.

"Phoebe, we need your help."

Phoebe thanked the shaman and left, Chris not far behind her.

"Chris."the shaman said before he could leave the cave. "Your parentage will not affect the way they view you."

Chris scoffed at her.

"The sisters may know that I want to protect Wyatt but none of them approve of my methods."

"Perhaps if they met the author of all these ideas they would not judge so harshly."

Chris nodded. Though he was in no way deciding one way or another.

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Phoebe saw Chris moving through the crowd towards the back room and quickly followed.

She had been planning to ask how long he'd really known Wyatt and the rest of them but that completely flew from her mind when she slipped into the room.

She was just in time to see Chris lay down with his head in the lap of a blonde man, much as he had in her vision with...

"Oh my god, Phoebe."

Chris made to sit up but the blonde man smirked and laced his fingers into the brunette's hair. The supposed whitelighter hissed slightly but ended up staying where he was a holding his head as though dealing with a particularly bad headache.

"I am so sorry Phoebe, I swear I was gonna tell you about him being here."

"And how long has he been here exactly?"

"Well Aunt Phoebe, I've been here since I arrived." Wyatt said with a smirk, earning himself a whack in the chest from his husband.

Phoebe sent the two young men an unimpressed look. Chris winced.

"Uhh, since everything with Bianca."

Phoebe sat in a nearby chair and rubbed at her temples.

"So, you're the future Wyatt."

"Nice to see you Aunt Phoebe."

"I don't understand, why are you here? I mean, you definitely don't look like the Paragon of good so, not that I'm not grateful, but why haven't you tried to make Chris leave yet?"

"Well as much as I believe this entire little mission of his is a fool's errand, we've made a deal."

"He lets me keep trying to save him" "though I don't need saving" "as long as he stays to heal me. But if-" "when" "-I fail, then I go back with him."

Phoebe looked at the two of them with a sort of fond exasperation.

"Well, how can I help?"