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Summary: The sudden appearance of someone from Chris' time could cause all of his secrets to be revealed.

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Charmed > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Chris HalliwellIceBlueRoseFR1812,9312273,0317 Sep 087 Sep 08No
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Charmed. They belong to Joss Whedon and Constance M. Burge.

Spoilers: Buffy: through Chosen, Charmed: through The Courtship of Wyatt's Father (just to be sure you know who Chris really is) but no one knows who Chris actually is so this takes place before The Legend of Sleepy Halliwell.

Warnings: AU. And while I'm sincerely hoping none of the Charmed characters are OOC, there's a possibility since I haven't seen season six in awhile.

After Sunnydale, Buffy thought that her life was going to be training new Slayers, going from place to place and talking to them. Part of her was even okay with that, at least for awhile. But it hadn’t taken long for her to realize that normal just wasn’t for her. She needed to be out there, fighting and helping to save people. And she wanted, so badly, to find someone who would fight by her side.

She’d gotten the offer from The Powers That Be, by way of Whistler, only five months after Sunnydale had collapsed. Buffy liked to think of the entire thing as a second chance.

She could leave and go someplace that was having more than their fair share of problems, someplace that needed a Slayer. Of course, there was a catch.

She’d be going almost twenty years in the future.

“You’re not going alone,” Dawn said, crossing her arms over her chest. Buffy raised an eyebrow.

“It’s dangerous,” was all Buffy said in reply.

“I’m going with you.”

She sighed. “Dawn—“

“No, Buffy. You’re a Slayer, right? And a Slayer needs a Watcher. Which I just happen to be qualified for. So, I’m going with you because if you think you’re going to an unknown future that is bad enough that the PTB are willing to send you there to fight by yourself, you’re completely insane.” Dawn let out a breath when Buffy opened her mouth to reply. “You’re my sister. Don’t ask me to stay behind.”

“That’s just fighting dirty,” Buffy muttered. Dawn smirked and nodded causing Buffy to groan. “Fine. Fine, you’re coming with me.”

Dawn grinned and leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “I knew you’d see it my way. Do we get to take any of our stuff with us?”

Buffy nodded. “Yeah. Whistler said I could take a couple bags with me. I’m assuming the same goes for you.”

“Okay,” Dawn said, nodding and already mentally packing. She paused and then brightened. “Hey, do you think we should find a place to hide some of our other stuff and then try to see if it’s still there in the future?”

“Somehow, I have a feeling that with the way our luck usually goes, they’d build a mall over the place we decided to hide it.”

“As long as it’s not a gas station or something.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Just make sure that whatever you bring is the stuff you absolutely don’t want to leave behind.”

“Oh, sure, be all logical about it.” Making a face that had Buffy grinning, Dawn left the room and went up to her room to begin packing.


“Hey, Slayer,” Whistler said. He nodded at Dawn. “Hey, kid.”

Dawn scowled. “I hate when people call me that,” she muttered to Buffy. Buffy’s lips twitched as she nodded back at Whistler.

“Whistler.” Buffy reached out and wrapped an arm around Dawn. “How are we going to do this?”

Whistler turned to his left and waved his hand, stepping back as a portal appeared. He turned back towards them. “Have you said your goodbyes?” he asked.

Buffy nodded. “Yeah. We did.” She let out a breath. “Just walk through?”

“Just walk through. Once the higher ups are sure you’ve made it there safely, they’ll make sure you know everything you need to know in order to make it in that world.”

“How? Are they just going to download the information into our minds?” Dawn frowned as she tried to imagine what that would be like.

Whistler pointed at her. “That’s a pretty good way of putting it, actually.”

“Oh fun,” Buffy sighed. She glanced at Dawn. “Ready?”

Dawn nodded and tightened her grip on her bags. “Ready.”

“Okay then.” Glancing at Whistler, Buffy gave him a slight smile, for once not feeling the need to beat him. “See you around.”

“Stay safe,” was all he said as they walked through the portal. He let out a breath. “And good luck,” he added as they disappeared.


“Holy crap,” Dawn whispered as she looked out over the wreckage that was San Francisco. Buffy didn’t reply, she couldn’t, as she looked around. She let out a breath and closed her eyes as the information she needed came to mind.

Wyatt Halliwell. He was the reason for all of this.

“We need to find a place to stay.” Buffy glanced around. “Those probe scanner things are going to be showing up any second and I’m betting that we really don’t want to get scanned.”

Dawn nodded. “We really don’t. Who knows what would pop up? I mean, yeah, human but neither of us is exactly normal.”

“More of a reason to get out of here,” Buffy said with a small shudder at the thought of what Wyatt could, and would, do if he ever found out what the Key was and he managed to get his hands on Dawn. “Let’s go.”

They both glanced up at the sound of something flying through the air and Dawn’s eyes widened as she saw the two probes heading straight for them. “With pleasure,” she said as they both turned and began to run. Buffy glanced over to the side and grabbed Dawn by the arm, yanking her through a doorway. She held a finger up to her mouth when Dawn opened her mouth to protest and they moved back, watching as the probes flew passed them.

Buffy let out a sigh of relief. “Close one,” she muttered. “Now, let’s go find a place to sleep.”


“Not good,” Chris groaned as he slammed into the dumpster. His eyes narrowed and he waved his fingers slightly, sending the demons flying. He pushed himself up and glanced towards the entrance of the alley, hoping that no probes were on the way. That little bit of magic shouldn’t have attracted them but if he orbed, he was most likely screwed. There was no way that that wouldn’t attract attention.

He jumped to the side, kicking out and sending the nearest demon stumbling backwards. Silently, he sent a thank you to his Aunt Phoebe for always insisting he learn martial arts. She’d said he never knew when they might come in handy.

She’d definitely been right.

He grunted as he got hit, shoving the demon backwards while trying to avoid being knocked down by one of the other demons.

“Hey, ugly!”

Chris blinked as he watched one of the demons jerk backwards as if they were being pulled by something. It was shoved to the side to reveal a small blonde holding a weapon unlike any he’d ever seen before. On one end was a red blade, edged in silver, while the other end was wooden and sharpened to a point.

She spun and shoved the pointed end into the chest of one demon before twirling the weapon and using the other end to behead a second demon. As he turned to punch a third demon, he opened his mouth to shout out a warning as a fourth started towards her from behind. He didn’t have a chance to make a single sound as a bolt embedded itself into the demon’s chest. He ducked and used the movement to flip the demon over his back and glanced up to see another young woman, this one brunette, already reloading a crossbow.

Shaking his head, Chris turned, not taking the time to wonder who they were. Instead he turned his spin into a roundhouse kick, getting ready to move forward when the blonde stepped forward.

“Mind if I finish it?”

Chris glanced at the demon and nodded. “All yours.”

She smiled and turned, not wasting any time in swinging the weapon down and slicing through its neck. She watched as the head rolled and hit the wall before turning back to him. He shifted so that he could keep both the women in his sight.

“So, do demons attack you often?” the blonde asked. His lips twitched.

“You’d be surprised.”

She smirked. “I doubt it.”

He glanced between the two women, considering the two of them. It was obvious they could fight and if they were running around, going into alleys to save people, then he had to believe that they were good.

He had to believe that because they could use all the help they could get.

Thinking of this, he came to a decision. “I’m Chris,” he told them. He raised both his eyebrows when he heard the brunette mutter,

“I like calling him Hottie better.”

The blonde rolled her eyes. “I’m Buffy. And the one who doesn’t know how to keep those thoughts to herself is my sister, Dawn.”

Chris let out a breath, hiding his amusement. “Do you two have a place to stay?”

Buffy stared at him, tilting her head slightly as if she were thinking of something. “Empty building a couple blocks over,” she finally said.

“Nothing else?”

“It was the best we could find,” Dawn told him, joining the conversation. He nodded. With the way Wyatt had various witch hunters, and now demons, patrolling the city for anyone that even seemed against him, he didn’t doubt it.

“There’s somewhere safe where a lot of us are staying, if you’re interested.”

Buffy and Dawn looked at each other, looking like they were having a silent conversation. Chris watched the interaction and felt a pang of sadness as he remembered the days when he and Wyatt were able to do the same.

They turned back to him. “As soon as we get our things, we’ll be willing to go with you.”

Chris motioned to the entrance of the alley. “Lead the way.”

Two Years Later

“I think it’d be safer if I went alone,” Chris said. Buffy looked up at him, a frown on her face.

“Not a chance.”


“You know as well as I do that the second you say the spell, demons are going to show up. If I go, I can hold them back while you go through.” She reached up, sliding her hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down so that their foreheads touched. “I’m going.”

“If Wyatt gets his hands on you...” Chris trailed off, shaking his head.

“He won’t.” She tightened her grip. “He won’t,” she repeated. “I’ll shatter a window and jump out before I let that happen.”

For the first time since they’d started talking about that, Chris smiled. “I don’t doubt it.”

She kissed him softly. “So it’s settled. I’m going.”

Chris shifted and pulled back slightly. His smile grew when she gave him a confused look and he reached into his pocket as they sat down on the bed. Never taking his eyes off of her face, he pulled out a ring, watching as her eyes locked on the ring and widened. Quickly, she looked up at him.

“Will you marry me?” he asked.

“Why now?” She didn’t have to explain what she meant, he already knew and he took her hand in his, slipping the ring onto her finger.

“Because I’m coming back to you.”

Buffy stared down at the ring and then looked up at him, smiling. “Damn right you are,” she said. “Because we’re getting married.” She didn’t wait for a response, choosing to push him back onto the bed instead. Chris grinned.

“I like the way you think.”


Buffy closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms around Chris. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent and committing it to memory.

Who knew how long it would be before he was able to come back?

She opened her eyes and stepped back, lifting her hands to the chain she wore around her neck. Chris frowned.

“What are you doing?”

“You gave me something,” she said, slipping the chain over her head. She lifted it, letting out a breath as the light glinted off the thick silver cross. She slipped the chain over his head. “So I’m giving you something of mine.”

Chris glanced down at the cross around his neck and smiled slightly, clenching one hand around it. He didn’t need to say anything for her to know how much he appreciated the gesture. He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned down, kissing her forehead.

“I don’t want to go.”

“I know.” She tilted her head back so she could look up at him. “But going back might be the only chance you’ve got at changing things.”

He sighed. “I know.” He squeezed her shoulders briefly and stepped back, stepping up to the hologram of the Book of Shadows. Staring down at it, he pulled out a piece of paper and began to read.

“I call upon the ancient power to help us in this darkest hour. Let the Book return to this place, claim refuge in its rightful space.”

They stared at the stand and they each jumped as the Book fell from above and landed on the stand. Chris looked up at Buffy.

“It worked,” he said. She let out a sigh of relief.

“We don’t have much time. Find the spell now,” she told him with a small smile.

Buffy glanced around as Chris flipped through the Book of Shadows, looking for the spell he needed. They’d nearly gotten caught earlier when she’d fought the demon in the kitchen. Thankfully, Chris had gotten the door to the basement open so she could knock the demon down the stairs and they’d followed. The fight hadn’t lasted long before she’d managed to break the demon’s neck. And any second now, more demons would show up.

The fact that Chris had summoned the Book was going to be enough to alert Wyatt that something was up.

The turning of the pages stopped and Chris glanced up at Buffy one more time before saying the spell that would turn the drawing of the triquetra on the wall into the time portal that would take him back to 2003.

“Hear these words. Hear the rhyme. Heed the hope within my mind. Send me back to where I’ll find what I wish in place and time.”

They watched as the drawing lit up, swirling blue and white. Chris took a deep breath and walked around the stand, pausing to squeeze Buffy’s hand. She smiled at him and nodded as he let go, walking up to the portal. Just before he was about to walk through, he glanced back. His eyes widened as a demon shimmered in and made a grab for Buffy.

She spun and kicked him back, grabbing a metal rod that was lying on the floor. She twirled it and stabbed the demon before looking back at him.

“I’ve got this, Chris. Go!”

Chris looked at her one last time before turning and walking through the portal.

Four Months Later

“So, why aren’t we just doing the protection spell?” Piper asked. Chris glanced up.

“Because we want it to offer the strongest protection possible and in order for that to happen, this spell needs to be said when the Sun and Moon are at a certain position.” He scanned the charts he’d drawn up. “I’m sure of the positions though it wouldn’t hurt to double check them.” He shook his head. “What I wouldn’t give for the Antikythera mechanism,” he muttered.

“The Anti-what?” Pheobe turned to look at him.

Chris returned her gaze. “Antikythera mechanism. It was used to calculate the positions of the Sun and the Moon as well as other astronomical positions.”

“Wow.” Paige nodded. “Impressive.”

Any response that was going to be made was cut off as a portal in the shape of the triquetra appeared on the wall. Immediately, Piper moved so that she could freeze whatever came through if necessary while Paige and Phoebe grabbed a couple vials of potions. Chris sucked in a breath as the shape of two women appeared in the light before the women fell to the floor.

Dawn looked up from where she was cradling Buffy to her and locked eyes with Chris. “She’s hurt,” was all she said before Chris, in a rare show of emotion, pushed passed the sisters and rushed to the two women.

“Buffy.” He reached out, gently turning her over and froze at the sight of her slightly rounded stomach. He looked up at Dawn, the question clear.

“She found out about a week after you left.”

“What happened?”

“He nearly found us.” Dawn licked her lips. “And with her pregnancy...can you imagine what he’d do if he got his hands on this baby?”

Chris began to run his hands over Buffy’s sides. “Dawn?”

“Her back,” she told him. “She got hit on her back and after all the fighting in the past few weeks, it was too much.”

He turned Buffy over onto her side, gently moving her jacket and shirt up. He sucked in a breath at the sight of the large burn that could only mean she’d gotten hit with an energy ball.

“Call Leo,” Chris choked out, looking at the sisters. “Hurry.”

Even as Piper shouted Leo’s name, Phoebe looked between Chris and the two women. “Who are they, Chris?”

For a moment, she thought Chris wasn’t going to answer but then he tightened his grip on the blonde and let out a breath, gesturing to the brunette. “This is Dawn.” He kept his eyes on the woman in his arms. “And this is her sister, Buffy. My fiancée.”

The End?

You have reached the end of "Bring Truth To Light" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 7 Sep 08.

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