Post by Lexi on Dec 24, 2008 11:16:30 GMT -4
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TITLE: Changed Fate
AUTHOR: Lexi
TYPE (one-shot, chapters, part of a series): Chapters
RATING: (K, T, M, MA): T
LEAD CHARACTERS: Chris, Wyatt, Piper, Leo, Bianca
ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: Brooke, Jackson
SHORT SUMMARY: Summery: Chris changed the future and Wyatt was saved. Years later, when Wyatt is 16 and Chris is 14, Wyatt comes back from the future with a problem, now Chris is the one who’s evil, but what’s the cause for it?
Warning: There is a lot of time jumping in this story, so hope you can keep up.
Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed. The storyline and any characters that you don’t recognise from the show are mine.
2019
“School now,” Piper looked at her youngest son, who sat on the couch, flicking through the channels on the television. The 14-year-old Chris did not move, not even to look at his mother, he just continued to flick through the channels, “Christopher, I said school.”
This time the brunette looked up at Piper with a sigh. He could see the anger in her eyes, he recognised it from every morning that he had school.
The sound of footsteps was heard, interrupting the glare between mother and son as the girls came running into the room.
“Aunt Piper, we’re going to be late.” The eldest of the three daughters of Phoebe Halliwell informed.
“Your lunches are on the dining table,” Piper smiled at her three nieces who lived with her ever since her younger sister and brother-in-law were killed two years ago, “Is Wyatt ready?”
“He’s just doing his hair,” 10-year-old Prudence explained to her aunt, as her two younger sisters giggled with her, “It has to be perfect for Emily.”
Piper could not help but smirk as her eldest son made his way down the stairs.
“What are you lot giggling at?” the 16-year-old Twice Blessed asked, as he made his way down the stairs. None of the four females answered him, which not only annoyed Wyatt but was annoying Chris, even though it had nothing to do with him.
“Something about a girl called Emily,” Chris sighed, standing up from the couch and picking up his school bag, “I’m going to school.” That was all the 14-year-old said as he made his way out of the Halliwell Manor, not even looking at his mother once.
Piper sighed with a frown, all thoughts of her eldest son’s crush out of the window as she worried about her youngest son.
“What are you worried about, Aunt Piper?” 9-year-old Phoenix asked, she had inherited her mother’s power of Empathy.
“It’s nothing sweetie,” Piper shook her head with a smile, “Now you better hurry, I know Chris won’t hold the school bus for you.” As her three nieces ran out of the house, Wyatt was left looking at his mother, biting his bottom lip.
“I wouldn’t worry about Chris, mom,” he said, knowing exactly what she would be worrying about, “He’s just going through a rebellious stage.”
“I know,” Piper nodded with a sigh, “I just wish you would have gone through one too, that way I would know what to do now.”
Wyatt smiled sympathetically as he kissed his mother gently on the cheek, “I love you mom.”
“I love you too sweetie,” Piper smiled as she watched Wyatt pick up his school bag and make his way out of the room, “Have a good day, and make sure you meet your cousins after school.”
“You don’t need to worry mom,” Wyatt smiled and shook his head, “Nothing will happen to them. Just because Aunt Phoebe and Uncle Coop died before their time, doesn’t mean it will happen to anyone else.”
The teenage Twice Blessed walked out of the house leaving Piper to still worry about her family.
---
Chris leant against the lamppost, waiting for the school bus with his school buddies as his three younger cousins ran towards him.
“Oh God,” Chris sighed, taking a drag from the cigarette between his fingers, “Here come the three musketeers.”
“Chris, Aunt Piper said that that’s bad for you.” The youngest of the three girls, at 7 spoke, holding onto her eldest sister’s hand. The male Halliwell looked at his cousins and then at his friends with a slight smile on his face.
“Really,” He said, crouching down as he saw her nod. He took a drag and smirked, before blowing the smoke in her face, “What does she say about that?”
Chris and his friends laughed, just as Wyatt walked over to find his youngest cousin, Peyton, coughing and waving her hand in front of her face.
“Chris, what did you do now?” he asked his younger brother straight away.
“He blew smoke in her face.” Prudence answered, since Chris and his friends were still laughing. Rather than saying something to Chris, Wyatt just rolled his eyes, there was not much else that he could do, after all Chris would not listen to him.
“Are you ok, Pey?” he crouched down to look at her, seeing tears in her eyes. Frowning, he picked her up and held her close, “Whatever Chris does, just brush it off ok. He’s a stupid, angry teenage boy, who gets kicks out of seeing people upset. It’s nothing at you personally, ok,” seeing no reaction from his 7-year-old cousin, he sighed, “It’s ok, I’ll kick his butt later for you, ok?”
“B-b-but, w-w-w-won’t Aunty Piper b-b-be m-mad at y-you?”
“Possibly,” Wyatt nodded his head in answer, “But to see you happy will be worth it.” Peyton wrapped her arms around her eldest cousin’s neck with a smile on her face.
“Oh how touching,” Chris mocked, as his friends laughed, “I think I could cry.”
The Twice Blessed rolled his eyes and looked at Peyton, “Ignore him.”
---
Meanwhile, Piper sat looking at a photo of her family, her whole family. When Phoebe and Coop were still alive, before her youngest son became a hormonal, rebellious teen, when the Power of Three still existed and they did not need Wyatt’s help to vanquish the most powerful demons.
She wiped a tear that fell down her cheek, as she looked at the photo. The three sisters stood behind their children, with their husbands. Wyatt and Chris were only 12 and 10 respectively, and Wyatt seemed to be in the middle of playing some sort of prank on Chris. Phoebe’s three girls all sat at the front, big grins on all of their faces. 3-year-old Peyton sat in between her two sisters, they were always so close and their parent’s death just pulled them closer together. Paige and Henry both held one of their 6-year-old twin girls each and 4-year-old Henry Jnr was stood between them, hugging onto his father’s legs.
A crashing sound from the attic brought Piper out of the memory. Was there a demon in the house? There had better not be, she was in no mood for a demon this morning. Making her way up to the attic of the Victorian manor, she was ready to blow the demon to Kingdom come, but seeing a figure laying on the floor, knocked out, blood pouring from an open wound on his stomach, made her stop in her tracks. She recognised who it was straight away and felt her heart beat in her throat as her body shook.
“Paige!” she called out to her half-whitelighter sister, “Paige, I need you,” as blue and white lights filled the room, Piper did not waited for her red-haired sister to say anything to her, “Paige, heal!”
Paige Matthews looked at where her eldest sister was pointing, and her eyes grew wide. Without a word, Paige ran over to the blonde haired male and instantly healed his bleeding wound, from what looked like an athame.
The male slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the red-haired Witchlighter.
“Thanks Aunt Paige,” he spoke softly with a smile and then looked over at the brunette Halliwell at the door, “Mom?”
“Wyatt?” Piper asked slowly, looking at the older version of her son, “What are you doing here?”
“Long story,” Wyatt sighed, “What year am I in?”
“2019, why?” Paige answered, seeing that Piper seemed in a state of shock, as Wyatt pulled himself off the floor, holding his head.
“Which would make me, 16, right?” Wyatt asked, and smiled seeing his aunt nod her head, “Good,” the older version of the Twice Blessed sighed, “So before Chris turns evil then." Piper seemed to be in a trance until she heard her youngest son turns evil, that pulled her out of it.
“What!” she shrieked, “My other son turns evil this time!”
“Other son? this time?” Wyatt asked, but then waved her off and shook his head, “Please tell me he hasn’t met a girl called Brooke yet.”
“I don’t think so,” Piper spoke, looking at her son, who had to be in his mid-20s, “Why?”
“Because I think she’s the one who causes it.”
---
Chris Halliwell walked down the corridor of his school and stopped at his locker, throwing his bag into it.
“So, you’re here.” The 14-year-old heard a female voice behind him, causing him to smile slightly, but not so she could see. Straightening his face, the brunette turn around to see a 15-year-old girl stood there, with red-brown hair, and dark brown eyes.
“I’m not for long,” Chris folded his arms, “I’m walking straight back out, do you fancy joining me, Brooke?”
“Depends what’s in it for me.” She answered, a small smirk on her face.
“Well, I’m sure we can find something to make it worth your while.” Chris replied, pulling the girl towards him, his 5’ 10’’ frame towering over her 5’ 5’’ one. Brooke looked at the Halliwell, smiling slightly.
“Let’s go then.”
Chris slammed his locket shut, and draped his arm around the girl’s shoulders as they made their way out of the school.
“Dude, Mitchell’s looking for you. I wouldn’t go if I were you.” The two were stopped by one of Chris’ friends, indicating Chris’ math teacher.
“Screw him,” Chris shrugged his shoulders, “What’s the worst that he could do to me?” And with that, the two carried on walking out of the school, walking straight past his brother and the rest of the jocks, who watched them.
“I wonder what those two are going to get up to.” One of the jocks said, laughing slightly, as they saw them leaving.
“Hey, isn’t that your brother?” Another one asked, turning to Wyatt, who was glaring in the direction the two teenagers had walked.
“Yeah,” Wyatt answered, "Leave him, he gets in trouble its his own fault.”
TITLE: Changed Fate
AUTHOR: Lexi
TYPE (one-shot, chapters, part of a series): Chapters
RATING: (K, T, M, MA): T
LEAD CHARACTERS: Chris, Wyatt, Piper, Leo, Bianca
ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: Brooke, Jackson
SHORT SUMMARY: Summery: Chris changed the future and Wyatt was saved. Years later, when Wyatt is 16 and Chris is 14, Wyatt comes back from the future with a problem, now Chris is the one who’s evil, but what’s the cause for it?
Warning: There is a lot of time jumping in this story, so hope you can keep up.
Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed. The storyline and any characters that you don’t recognise from the show are mine.
Chapter One: How Fate Changed
2019
“School now,” Piper looked at her youngest son, who sat on the couch, flicking through the channels on the television. The 14-year-old Chris did not move, not even to look at his mother, he just continued to flick through the channels, “Christopher, I said school.”
This time the brunette looked up at Piper with a sigh. He could see the anger in her eyes, he recognised it from every morning that he had school.
The sound of footsteps was heard, interrupting the glare between mother and son as the girls came running into the room.
“Aunt Piper, we’re going to be late.” The eldest of the three daughters of Phoebe Halliwell informed.
“Your lunches are on the dining table,” Piper smiled at her three nieces who lived with her ever since her younger sister and brother-in-law were killed two years ago, “Is Wyatt ready?”
“He’s just doing his hair,” 10-year-old Prudence explained to her aunt, as her two younger sisters giggled with her, “It has to be perfect for Emily.”
Piper could not help but smirk as her eldest son made his way down the stairs.
“What are you lot giggling at?” the 16-year-old Twice Blessed asked, as he made his way down the stairs. None of the four females answered him, which not only annoyed Wyatt but was annoying Chris, even though it had nothing to do with him.
“Something about a girl called Emily,” Chris sighed, standing up from the couch and picking up his school bag, “I’m going to school.” That was all the 14-year-old said as he made his way out of the Halliwell Manor, not even looking at his mother once.
Piper sighed with a frown, all thoughts of her eldest son’s crush out of the window as she worried about her youngest son.
“What are you worried about, Aunt Piper?” 9-year-old Phoenix asked, she had inherited her mother’s power of Empathy.
“It’s nothing sweetie,” Piper shook her head with a smile, “Now you better hurry, I know Chris won’t hold the school bus for you.” As her three nieces ran out of the house, Wyatt was left looking at his mother, biting his bottom lip.
“I wouldn’t worry about Chris, mom,” he said, knowing exactly what she would be worrying about, “He’s just going through a rebellious stage.”
“I know,” Piper nodded with a sigh, “I just wish you would have gone through one too, that way I would know what to do now.”
Wyatt smiled sympathetically as he kissed his mother gently on the cheek, “I love you mom.”
“I love you too sweetie,” Piper smiled as she watched Wyatt pick up his school bag and make his way out of the room, “Have a good day, and make sure you meet your cousins after school.”
“You don’t need to worry mom,” Wyatt smiled and shook his head, “Nothing will happen to them. Just because Aunt Phoebe and Uncle Coop died before their time, doesn’t mean it will happen to anyone else.”
The teenage Twice Blessed walked out of the house leaving Piper to still worry about her family.
---
Chris leant against the lamppost, waiting for the school bus with his school buddies as his three younger cousins ran towards him.
“Oh God,” Chris sighed, taking a drag from the cigarette between his fingers, “Here come the three musketeers.”
“Chris, Aunt Piper said that that’s bad for you.” The youngest of the three girls, at 7 spoke, holding onto her eldest sister’s hand. The male Halliwell looked at his cousins and then at his friends with a slight smile on his face.
“Really,” He said, crouching down as he saw her nod. He took a drag and smirked, before blowing the smoke in her face, “What does she say about that?”
Chris and his friends laughed, just as Wyatt walked over to find his youngest cousin, Peyton, coughing and waving her hand in front of her face.
“Chris, what did you do now?” he asked his younger brother straight away.
“He blew smoke in her face.” Prudence answered, since Chris and his friends were still laughing. Rather than saying something to Chris, Wyatt just rolled his eyes, there was not much else that he could do, after all Chris would not listen to him.
“Are you ok, Pey?” he crouched down to look at her, seeing tears in her eyes. Frowning, he picked her up and held her close, “Whatever Chris does, just brush it off ok. He’s a stupid, angry teenage boy, who gets kicks out of seeing people upset. It’s nothing at you personally, ok,” seeing no reaction from his 7-year-old cousin, he sighed, “It’s ok, I’ll kick his butt later for you, ok?”
“B-b-but, w-w-w-won’t Aunty Piper b-b-be m-mad at y-you?”
“Possibly,” Wyatt nodded his head in answer, “But to see you happy will be worth it.” Peyton wrapped her arms around her eldest cousin’s neck with a smile on her face.
“Oh how touching,” Chris mocked, as his friends laughed, “I think I could cry.”
The Twice Blessed rolled his eyes and looked at Peyton, “Ignore him.”
---
Meanwhile, Piper sat looking at a photo of her family, her whole family. When Phoebe and Coop were still alive, before her youngest son became a hormonal, rebellious teen, when the Power of Three still existed and they did not need Wyatt’s help to vanquish the most powerful demons.
She wiped a tear that fell down her cheek, as she looked at the photo. The three sisters stood behind their children, with their husbands. Wyatt and Chris were only 12 and 10 respectively, and Wyatt seemed to be in the middle of playing some sort of prank on Chris. Phoebe’s three girls all sat at the front, big grins on all of their faces. 3-year-old Peyton sat in between her two sisters, they were always so close and their parent’s death just pulled them closer together. Paige and Henry both held one of their 6-year-old twin girls each and 4-year-old Henry Jnr was stood between them, hugging onto his father’s legs.
A crashing sound from the attic brought Piper out of the memory. Was there a demon in the house? There had better not be, she was in no mood for a demon this morning. Making her way up to the attic of the Victorian manor, she was ready to blow the demon to Kingdom come, but seeing a figure laying on the floor, knocked out, blood pouring from an open wound on his stomach, made her stop in her tracks. She recognised who it was straight away and felt her heart beat in her throat as her body shook.
“Paige!” she called out to her half-whitelighter sister, “Paige, I need you,” as blue and white lights filled the room, Piper did not waited for her red-haired sister to say anything to her, “Paige, heal!”
Paige Matthews looked at where her eldest sister was pointing, and her eyes grew wide. Without a word, Paige ran over to the blonde haired male and instantly healed his bleeding wound, from what looked like an athame.
The male slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the red-haired Witchlighter.
“Thanks Aunt Paige,” he spoke softly with a smile and then looked over at the brunette Halliwell at the door, “Mom?”
“Wyatt?” Piper asked slowly, looking at the older version of her son, “What are you doing here?”
“Long story,” Wyatt sighed, “What year am I in?”
“2019, why?” Paige answered, seeing that Piper seemed in a state of shock, as Wyatt pulled himself off the floor, holding his head.
“Which would make me, 16, right?” Wyatt asked, and smiled seeing his aunt nod her head, “Good,” the older version of the Twice Blessed sighed, “So before Chris turns evil then." Piper seemed to be in a trance until she heard her youngest son turns evil, that pulled her out of it.
“What!” she shrieked, “My other son turns evil this time!”
“Other son? this time?” Wyatt asked, but then waved her off and shook his head, “Please tell me he hasn’t met a girl called Brooke yet.”
“I don’t think so,” Piper spoke, looking at her son, who had to be in his mid-20s, “Why?”
“Because I think she’s the one who causes it.”
---
Chris Halliwell walked down the corridor of his school and stopped at his locker, throwing his bag into it.
“So, you’re here.” The 14-year-old heard a female voice behind him, causing him to smile slightly, but not so she could see. Straightening his face, the brunette turn around to see a 15-year-old girl stood there, with red-brown hair, and dark brown eyes.
“I’m not for long,” Chris folded his arms, “I’m walking straight back out, do you fancy joining me, Brooke?”
“Depends what’s in it for me.” She answered, a small smirk on her face.
“Well, I’m sure we can find something to make it worth your while.” Chris replied, pulling the girl towards him, his 5’ 10’’ frame towering over her 5’ 5’’ one. Brooke looked at the Halliwell, smiling slightly.
“Let’s go then.”
Chris slammed his locket shut, and draped his arm around the girl’s shoulders as they made their way out of the school.
“Dude, Mitchell’s looking for you. I wouldn’t go if I were you.” The two were stopped by one of Chris’ friends, indicating Chris’ math teacher.
“Screw him,” Chris shrugged his shoulders, “What’s the worst that he could do to me?” And with that, the two carried on walking out of the school, walking straight past his brother and the rest of the jocks, who watched them.
“I wonder what those two are going to get up to.” One of the jocks said, laughing slightly, as they saw them leaving.
“Hey, isn’t that your brother?” Another one asked, turning to Wyatt, who was glaring in the direction the two teenagers had walked.
“Yeah,” Wyatt answered, "Leave him, he gets in trouble its his own fault.”
