(This is just another Chris story that popped into my head from watching the episode 'Brian Drain'. If you haven't noticed, Chris is my favorite character. This story takes place right after 'Prince Charmed'. I don't own anything to do with Charmed: Characters, original story line, etc.)

Golden Gate Bridge – Night

Chris sat on the bridge hours after his father had orbed out following their talk. It made Chris feel a bit better that Leo had said he trusted Chris. Even if Leo was the last person Chris wanted to have on his side, Chris needed to know someone still cared about him somewhat. Ever since he came to the past all his family had done was doubt him, snub him, and, Chris now believed, hate him. He couldn't very well blame them. He hadn't exactly been trustworthy since he stepped foot in the manor. But, everything he did he thought was for the better. He'd never intentionally do anything to bring harm to his family and he wished that they knew that. But, for them to actually believe him without Piper blowing him up would be for Chris to tell them the truth and Chris would rather be blown away bit by bit by his mother than do that.

Scoffing at his own behavior, Chris pulled his jacket tighter around himself, the temperature dropping. He hated the way he sounded sometimes; even in his own head. He was twenty-two years old for the love of god. He supposed it was time he stopped whining about how he didn't have a family anymore and that he was alone. Except for Bianca, he'd been alone in the future. What was so different about the past? Chris knew what it was. In this time his family was alive and walking around. Chris remembered the first time he'd seen his mom again. He just wanted to break down and tell her how much he missed her. But, she didn't know who he was and she probably wouldn't believe him even if he could tell her. Take earlier when Wyatt was taken and the family had turned on Chris. Even though she hadn't yelled at him, Chris knew Piper had been furious when he told her that Wyatt was going to be evil in the future. It had hurt Chris that Piper wouldn't except the fact that her eldest son was evil, yet accused Chris of being evil all the time. And when his mother said that she never wanted to see him again, that just about broke Chris's heart and he'd barely held back his tears until he orbed away.

So many times Chris just wanted to give up and spill everything. Being alone was something Chris was used to. But, fighting alone wasn't easy. No matter how many times he told his family that Wyatt was seriously in danger, they didn't seem to take it seriously. Leo was the only one that realized the gravity of the situation, but spent his time trying to lay the blame on Chris. It seemed every time Chris went back to P3 he was taking pills for some kind of new headache. The Charmed Ones always told him to chill out and take it easy. That was easy for them to say. Who was the one looking up all the spells? Chris. Who was the one orbing through half the underworld searching for information on who was going to turn Wyatt? Chris. Who was the one doing all the work and being stressed 24/7? Chris. He barely had a moment to himself anymore. Yeah, the sisters teased him for being neurotic. But, once your life becomes fighting everyday to stop your evil brother, then going to the past to save him, your every thought pretty much becomes about doing what you have to do. Everything was about Wyatt, in the future or past.

'It makes you mad, Chris.'

Chris spun around, looking for the source of the voice, but saw no one was there but him.

"I'm starting to loose it," Chris mumbled to himself as he checked again to make sure nothing was on the bridge.

Glancing at his watch, Chris rolled his eyes. The one chance he had to get a good sleep and he sits on a bridge until three in the morning. Rubbing his tired eyes, Chris orbed back to P3, just hoping that Piper wouldn't kick him out of there to.

Once Chris's orbs were gone, a demon shimmered in where Chris had been sitting. She smiled, able to taste Chris's depression on the tip of her tongue even if he was gone. It was only a matter of time before she had what she wanted. Her plan was already in action.

"Now here comes the fun part," the demon laughed before shimmering out.