FYI, this fic came into being after I read "Betrayal of Blind Love" by The Black Rose - taliapen23. It was very inspiring. This will probably be mostly AU from now on though, unlike BR's story.

A tall blonde haired man was walking along a high-street, with a small brown haired woman on his side. They stopped outside a window, pointing at something in the display. They smiled and nodded at each other, walking into the shop.

They spoke to a salesperson, who pulled a ring from the window and showed the blonde. It was silver-coloured with a rope pattern and diamonds. The blonde took one look at it and nodded, a smile on his face. He turned to the brunette and she was smiling too.

It was perfect.

The sales person boxed the ring, and the couple walked out of the shop looking very pleased.

Phoebe gasped as she was pulled from the vision.

"What did you see?" asked Piper.

"I'm not sure. It looked like Bianca? And, I can't be sure, but she was with Wyatt? I think it was Wyatt – blonde hair and blue eyes; he looked like Leo. They were buying this engagement ring." Phoebe looked unsure about what she had seen.

"Why would Chris have Wyatt's engagement ring?"

"Maybe they know each other in the future?" said Paige.

"Maybe." Phoebe just seemed confused.

"It makes sense. Why else would Chris come back to save Wyatt? Maybe they were friends or something?" Paige tried to sound positive.

"Maybe we should ask Chris that question." Piper replied.

"Guys, it's late and it's been a long day. Maybe we should allow Chris to sleep before interrogating him about something he obviously doesn't want to talk about since he threw the ring in the bin." Leo put in.

"Leo's right. I'm gonna hit the sheets. Night!" Paige walked out of the room. The rest decided to call it a night as well.

Chris had orbed back to P3 and fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the couch. When he woke, he had a splitting headache. He groaned and rolled over, standing shakily and stumbling to the bar where he grabbed a glass and filled it with water.

Why did he feel like he had a hang over?

The day before came rushing back and Chris almost bent over with the pain of the memories. He pushed them away straight away and felt resolve fill him again. He would figure out who turned Wyatt if he had to kill every single demon in the underworld.

He sighed, knowing that was not possible. The future had shown him that. But he would try everything he could to find as many leads as possible.

Chris then grabbed an energy drink from the fridge and chugged it down. While his headache was ever present, he at least felt as though he could move without falling over.

Chris was about to head back to his room to work on the leads he had when he heard Piper calling him. He orbed over to the manor, ending up in the attic. He was unsurprised, but a little unsettled, at seeing the sisters and Leo stood around the book.

They were watching him slightly guiltily, which made Chris shift and ask, "What's up?"

"Paige." Said Piper.

Paige waved her arm, "Crystals! Circle!" Chris saw the crystals create a circle around him. Alarm filled him.

"What are you doing?" Chris asked, wide-eyed.

"I got a premonition off of the ring you threw away." Chris rolled his eyes. What had he been thinking, throwing it away in plain sight of the nosiest person he knew? He must have been even more out of it than he thought. "We just want to ask one question, and then we'll carry on like normal. We just need to know the truth, Chris."

Panic flooded him – what had she seen? Any number of visions could have come from that ring. Chris did not want them to know he was Wyatt's fiancé in the future. If nothing else, Wyatt had the right to disclose that kind of information himself.

"What did you see, Phoebe?" he asked, his voice a little harsher than he had intended.

She didn't answer; instead she turned to her sisters and nodded. As one, they chanted.

"For those who want the truth revealed, opened hearts and secrets unsealed, just one question we need to ask, Chris' memory of his past, from now until it's now again, after which the memory ends."

A blinding light filled the room before all went dark.

"What the hell have you done?" He asked, panicked

"It was a variation of the truth spell. It was supposed to let us ask one question and get the truth before the spell would be over. We needed to know if we could trust you." Phoebe replied.

Chris sighed. He really hated when the sisters messed with magic like this.

"Well, I suppose you need to ask your question then. Please word it precisely; god knows how the spell will answer."

"Right. Why did you come back from the future?"

Chris groaned. That was far too open. Chris opened his mouth to answer, but before he could speak a word the darkness around him became light. Chris looked around, recognising the manor from the future.

"No. No no no. What did you do?"

"Chris, what's wrong?" Asked Piper.

"Don't you notice anything different about the manor? Look around you!"

They did as Chris suggested, and he watched as their faces grew confused and slightly horrified at the manor/museum they had stepped into.

"What's going on, Chris?" Asked Piper.

Chris didn't get a chance to answer. They all turned towards the attic door as it opened. Chris was horrified to see him and Bianca walk through.

"Don't tell them anything. Just stick to your cover story; the less they know about the future the better."

"But what if they find out who I really am?" Memory Chris asked, following Bianca into the room.

"They won't, not as long as you can pass yourself of as their whitelighter." Bianca replied.

"And you're sure I won't lose my powers when I go back?" Memory Chris questioned nervously.

"Yeah, not with this spell, that's why we need it."

The memory continued just as Chris remembered it, but most importantly it contained Bianca telling Chris to protect Wyatt, to protect the Charmed ones.

This answered their question and didn't tell them who he really was. He shifted a little when Bianca said, "You have to make it back. We have a wedding to plan, remember?" But that made it sound as though it was his and Bianca's wedding and he had already told the sisters that she was just a friend.

Chris felt a little relief – hopefully this wouldn't be anywhere near as bad as he thought it would be.

The memory ended after Chris walked through the portal, and the room turned to black again. Chris could see the sisters and Leo, but nothing else.

He glared at them, and questioned, "Happy now? Did that answer your question?"

Phoebe and Paige nodded, but Piper looked at him suspiciously. "I don't understand what that had to do with Wyatt. And why was the Manor turned into a museum?"

"That's a good point. Why did the whole world seem evil?"

The light came back again, and Chris looked around with a sinking feeling as he saw they were back in the attic of the Halliwell Museum.

"What happened? The spell said one question!"

"I don't know. This wasn't supposed to happen Chris." Said Leo.

There was a bright light from the wall, causing everyone in the room to look around. Chris realised this was from just yesterday when he had been dragged to the past.

Chris watched as the demons closed in on them. He cringed at the deep voice that filled the room.

"Welcome home Chris."

He watched as the crowd parted and Wyatt walked through. He saw himself glaring at Wyatt while returning, "Hello Wyatt."

The sisters and Leo gasped. Chris closed his eyes in resignation. They knew. He hadn't wanted them to know what Wyatt would become. Now they would be forced to accept it.

He watched as Wyatt dismissed his demons, glad to at least be rid of them.

"Et tu, Chris?" Et tu – even you. As though Chris had been the one to betray Wyatt. He felt sick at the sight of Wyatt. He had hoped never to see Wyatt like this, and now he had been forced into it twice in two days.

Chris refocused. "I didn't go back to betray you Wyatt, I went back to save you." He hated how pathetic he sounded, how betrayed and heartbroken he looked.

"Save me?" He laughed. "From what?" Chris couldn't understand why Wyatt couldn't see that something had turned him evil. It was as though it was a virus that had taken over the shell of Wyatt, leaving nothing of the person behind.

He turned away, trying to force the gathering tears away.

"That's always been your problem Chris. Stuck in the old good versus evil morass. I'm so past that. It's all about power; it's as simple as that."

"And whoever has the most power wins, is that it?"

"That's it. That's why I keep this museum intact. To remind everyone the power from which I was born and that which I possess."

The memory went on until he heard Wyatt choking him. He could only shake his head at the memory.

Darkness filled the room again. Chris just stared into the darkness, arms folded almost around himself. He couldn't bring himself to look at the sisters and Leo. He knew this would lead to more questions that they wouldn't be able to stop themselves from answering.


Short chapter. Had to finish it there, sorry. Chapters will be longer in the future.

Any questions? I know there are a lot of plot holes right now and I don't want to miss anything.