Memories Of Midnight

Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed.

Takes place after ChrisCrossed. Wyatt is getting very impatient with his brother so he sends another person to the past to retrieve Chris. One person he knows would never fail.

Author's Note: Another Chris story. Im trying something a bit different to develop my skills. So if you read this chapter let me know what you think ok.

"It must look like an accident. Can you arrange that?"

It was an insult. I could feel the anger rising in me. That was a question that would only ask an amateur you picked up from the streets. I was tempted to reply in sarcasm: Oh would like it to be an outside or inside accident. What do you want it to look self inflicted or a simple misfortune of luck. But I knew better than to answer him back like that. All of this man's adversaries who attempted to disrespect or double cross always managed to disappear or have been heard of having a very long lasting and painful death. I shuddered at the thought and answered as simply as I could.

"Yes sir, I can arrange an accident. No one will ever know." I said as he walked up towards me. His 6'4 physique stood a head over mine. I didn't broke eye contact with him one bit and I could see that he was pleased.

"If you succeed, your bounty will be beyond your wildest dreams." He said as he took a seat on his throne. I watched as his eyes followed mine hand which slowly moved to my back pocket which contained an ancient blessed dagger.

"I will succeed." I said with determination as I examined my dagger. I had killed countless demons, witches and whitelighters alike and this one would add to my wall of fame. He let out a low chuckled. I looked from the blade with intriguing eyes.

"Don't get too cocky kid. I have already sent one of my best to do this job but she failed miserably." He said as he let out a sigh.

"If I could ask, how did she fail?" I asked wondering. The woman he had sent had killed almost as much as I did. She was an old friend of mine and we taught each other everything that we knew.

"She let her heart get in the way. He was so close he was right at my fingertips and he slipped away. But you won't fail because you can't afford to." He said as he looked at me. I didn't change the emotion on my face but inside my body I was scared as hell.

"Don't Lord Wyatt, I will bring Christopher back. Dead or alive." I stated watching as he leaned back on his chair with a small smile.

Chris Halliwell or Chris Perry as he answers to in this time sat in the bed as he tied the laces of his black Reeboks. About a week ago, he saw his brother kill his fiancé. No, not his brother; the monster which inhabited his body. Such rage was seen behind his eyes, so much that it sent chills down Chris' spine.

He couldn't believe that Wyatt would send Bianca through time to retrieve him. That must have meant he was getting really desperate or really angry with him. Over the years, Chris had managed to get away with many things with Wyatt. Even after Wyatt had found out that he was the one in charge of the Resistance against him, he still survived.

Chris could see by his brother's action that he was losing his patience. After he had turned evil, he had been trying to persuade Chris to join him. That was the only true reason why Chris was still alive and they both knew it. Maybe what he said was true.

Chris ran towards Wyatt with full speed and was thrown over his back with his older brother's impeccable strength. Chris collided with some of their families old antiques. While he was trying to catch his breath, Wyatt slowly raised his left fist clenched as Chris ascended towards the roof of the attic. As Chris struggled to breathe, he watched as his brother raised his right hand with an energy ball making temporary home their.

"I don't need you." Wyatt said as the energy ball glowed.

Chris contemplated on what Wyatt had said ever since he had returned. He wondered if his brother really didn't need him anymore. And if that was true, what Bianca said also would be true.

"If I fail, he will just keep sending assassins until all they have to bring home is a body."

The young witch whitelighter was starting to feel the strain and pressure of doing his mission. With all this going on in his mind, he still had deals in the present to alleviate. Presently all three sisters were now separated, trying to find their own way and he knew that this would only test the Power of Three. But what could he do; he was just their whitelighter. Well, that was what they thought. He needed to find a way to get all of them together, even his parents.

Chris let out sigh. He had been so preoccupied with saving baby Wyatt that he forgot about his conception having to occur. That might be a little hard considering the fact that he divorced his parents. He just felt like screaming but his minor tantrum was interrupted by a voice echoing in his head. Chris.

He tried to ignore it for another moment so he could get his thoughts together but it began to get more and more harder to ignore so he orbed out.

Chris' orbs appeared in the attic of the Halliwell manor in front of the eldest of the three sisters. He also noticed that their was also the other two sisters and their former whitelighter.

"What's going on?" Chris asked with a bit of shock. None of them replied; Phoebe simply lifted a finger and pointed behind the young man who turned around and followed the direction of her finger. Suddenly the whitelighter turned a white pale colour as he saw the person sitting on his great aunt Pearl's couch. She saw the expression on his face as she stood up and rubbed her greasy hands on her long denim jeans.

"Hello Chris."