Gift of the Future

A/N-Hope you enjoy.

-I don't own Charmed.

The wind was lightly blowing. The sun was down and the coastal air was cool. The flashing red lights on the top of the Golden Gate Bridge revealed a sitting figure. Sitting high enough to be undisturbed by the roaring water, traffic of cars, and sounds of the city, nearby.

Most people would wonder how the figure got up there. Most would freak out and wonder who was sitting up on the bridge just to think and try to escape his problems. But Chris was not a normal everyday person.

He was from a long line of powerful witches and a father who was an elder. His mother and his little sister had died on his 14th birthday and his father might as well have been dead. He had lost his big brother to darkness and most of his family to death. Only Chris, his brother and one of his cousins was alive.

Chris sighed sadly and stared unseeingly at traveling cars crossing the bridge. But that was only happening in his time, currently the future. Right now it was 2003 and tomorrow was his 22nd birthday. Usually, he would not care, just another day that had to come and go. He had been able to ignore some of its importance, his birth, for 8 years. Unfortunately he could never forget his sister and mom's death along with the many others that haunted him as nightmares.

Chris mentally shook his head. He shifted his focus to the sisters of 2003, they had somehow had found out about tomorrow and knowing them well and the fact that they currently trusted him (at least somewhat) would want to celebrate his birthday. How they found out, he wished he knew. He hated his birthday and he had a good enough reason to.

Suddenly Leo orbed in with a column of blue lights. Anger and hatred mixed with the current pain and sorrow that Chris was remembering. Chris took a deep breath to calm down. There was no reason to lash out at this Leo. The man didn't know the truth yet, and Chris hoped he would never learn it. Leo didn't deserve to know. Chris shifted to make his face be covered by a shadow.

"Hey," the older man said. It sounded like he was straining to be nice. Chris said nothing but returned an invisible glare. Leo didn't notice the hostilely for he continued.

"The sisters are probably going to do something for your birthday. Thought a warning might help. I know birthdays and stuff like that, might be hard because we are actually dead. It was for me the first time." The glare stayed throughout Leo's little speech.

Truthfully, Chris thought, I'm not even dead. But he was not going to tell that secret.

"I hate my birthday, Leo. And I always will. Dead or alive." Chris said with an emotionless and careless tone.

Leo frowned. Who hates their birthday even if he or she was dead, he wondered silently.

"Why?" he asked aloud. Chris just continued to look at him, no emotion showed. The glare had faded to the mask. "The sisters will probably want to know why."

Chris fought the urge to take out his anger out on Leo, by T-king him off the bridge. He had done it before when he was 16, why not again. It had been funny.

"Leo, birthdays aren't special. I mean yea you're another year older and it's the day you come in to the world, but it's just another day in the year. For me I have nothing to celebrate tomorrow." With that Chris orbed out, back to P3 to catch up on his sleep.

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