Chris had managed to carry CJ toward the portal, throwing both of them into it; they collided with the attic floor, the glass in CJ's side scraping against the wood as she came to a halt. The brunette launched upward, crawling over to her body, "Leo, she's lost a lot of blood." He placed his fingers on her wrist, "Her pulse is super weak."

"Let's get her to the living room," the blond Elder said, grabbing the woman and orbing her onto the couch, which he hadn't realized was idiotic; Noah Cromwell sat in the foyer, watching in horror as Chris cut open the side of her shirt, fully revealing the glass to Leo.

"Mommy!" Noah yelled, causing the brunette to widen his eyes.

"Go, get him while I heal her."

Chris cautiously approached the little boy, crouching to meet his gaze.

"Is she ok?" Noah asked, his voice breaking as he looked into Chris' jade green eyes, "Is she with Daddy and Uncle Cole, now?"

The man felt his heart crack, glancing back at the ravenette on the couch. He'd never realized just how much Noah had lost in his life, having always been picked on by him since he was Wyatt's best friend. He lost his father, his uncle, and his mother in that timeline, and Chris had hoped he would change that. Not for Noah, but for the himself, because, despite being The Source of All Evil, the world seemed to be so much better with Carina Jordyn Cromwell in it.

She wouldn't be able to be fully healed, considering she was half-demon, but Leo would heal her enough for her to survive. Chris looked back to the boy, a small smile on his face. "She's going to be ok, Noah."

"Did you save her? Are you a superhero?"

The brunette chuckled, looking to his hands, before looking back to the boy. "Actually, your mom saved me, she's the superhero."

"I knew it." Noah smiled, pulling the man into a hug. Chris didn't know what to do, not really being good with kids, but he just hugged the boy back. "You're nice, Mister."

"You can call me Chris," he nodded, picking the boy up and resting him on his hip. They turned to face the living room, where Leo sent them a reassuring smile. "She's ok, now. She just needs a nap." He chuckled, raising his eyebrows when Noah yawned, "And it looks like she's not the only one. Here," he layed Noah onto the couch, right in CJ's arms, "you can protect her while you guys sleep."

Noah shook his head, "That's not how that works."

"It's magic," Chris smiled, covering the ravenettes with a blanket. "Sleep well, alright?"

"Ok!"

...

CJ was thankful that Piper was letting her and Noah stay in the basement, where they were currently playing hide and seek. "Where'd you go, Pumpkin?" She smiled, slowly peering around corners and looking behind dressers. "Noah?"

She couldn't find him.

Panic began coursing through her veins, "I give up! You win, you can stop hiding, now!"

Something fell in the distance, causing the witch to spin and run toward it. "Noah!" She entered that section of the basement, but she couldn't see anyone, until a hand grabbed her shoulder. She spun, going to punch the person in the face, until the sparkle of blue orbs calmed her nerves.

Chris reappeared by the stairway of the basement, a shit eating grin on his face as Noah laughed on his right hip. "We got her good, buddy."

The two high-fived, causing CJ to roll her eyes with a smile. "Oh, ha-ha. Chris, may I have my kid back?"

"Yes, you may."

She looked at her watch, widening her eyes, "Crap! Noah, it's way past your bedtime."

"But I wanna play with Chris!" He whined, jutting his bottom lip out as his eyes began to gloss over. "Please, Mommy? Just a little longer?"

The witch looked at Chris, who was leant against the wall with another smug grin on his face. "Imagine your kid preferring a sarcastic whitelighter over you."

CJ chuckled, "Imagine a witch kicking you out of your charges house because you're brainwashing her son." She looked between the child and the man, "Would you mind playing with him for a little bit? Just until he gets tired enough to go to sleep?"

"I have a better idea," the brunette smiled, approaching the two. Noah looked at him curiously, before the man waved his hand over the boy's eyes and he fell asleep. "There. Bedtime: the easy way."

"You're a lifesaver," she smiled, tucking Noah into his blue racecar bed and placing his favorite stuffed animal in his arms. The woman walked over to the couch that she'd placed against the wall, throwing herself onto it with a relaxed sigh. She looked at the brunette, "Hey, I just wanted to thank you."

"For knocking your kid out, or something else?" He asked, sitting on the opposite end of the couch; CJ sent him a smile.

"For saving my life." She replied, her eyes drifting over to her son, "I saw how he turned out. . . I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that I died at some point?"

Chris nodded reluctantly, "Yeah. . . I'm honestly surprised I didn't make the connection that you were his mom. I mean, I've known the guy since I was twelve, and he has so many of your features. I guess, because no one ever brought you up, I kind of figured you didn't actually exist."

"That makes absolutely no sense," she snorted, opening a bottle of whiskey and taking a sip. "You though that a 130 year old demon-witch hybrid didn't exist, even though you met her son?"

"I was twelve!" He defended, a small laugh escaping his lips as he turned to face her. The moment grew serious, despite their smiles, and he took a deep breath. "We do need to talk, though. . . about what Wyatt said."

She froze, her eyes locked onto the bottle in her hands. "What about it," she looked into his eyes, "Halliwell?"

"Look," he began, "I'm not as mad as I thought I'd be. . . but, I just wanna know why you're slummin' it up with the sisters, instead of trying to kill them like every other Source has? Do they even know about this?"

CJ scoffed, "Chris, do you think I would be alive if they knew?" She asked, causing him to send her a tight-lipped look, of course he didn't think of that. "Look, the Source before me, Cole, he was my little brother." She explained, "I was raised by my dad, a witch that had nothing but respect in the magic community, but. . . Cole tracked me down. He killed my dad, before kidnapping me and throwing me into the Underworld. I've done some really awful shit just to survive, and because I knew that Cole would kill me if I didn't. . . when he fell in love with Phoebe, the three of us kind of grew close. He didn't tell me he was the Source,  I was told by the High Priestess that made him the Source. She, for some reason, thought I'd be the perfect fit after he died. So, I, uh. . . I killed her. And every other High Priestess down there, that way I would die being the final Source."

Her hauntingly beautiful eyes drifted to Noah, smiling softly at the tranquil expression he held. "When Cole found out about my husband, Reggie, he killed him. . . but he didn't know about Noah. I made sure he never found out." She looked back to Chris, who was watching her with glossy eyes as he finally took the time to listen to her story, to who she is. "After I killed the priestesses, I knew that those who'd lost allegiance with me would be out to get me. Whether it be my death, that of someone I loved, it doesn't matter. They won't stop until they get front row seats to my downfall; hence why Noah's been in the Enchanted Forest, for the past two years."

Chris looked back over to the kid, downing a shot before he spoke, "Wow. You know, I would've never guessed. You don't have any visible trace of genuine evil in you, CJ. And, yes. I'm Wyatt's little brother, but you have to keep it between us."

"After what I just told you? Obviously I'm gonna keep it hidden."

The man turned his gaze back to her, giving her a small smile. "Thanks. And I, um. . . I wanna apologize for flirting with you while I was engaged. I didn't think it had any impact on anything between us."

"It didn't," she shrugged, the lie leaving her lips as the burning sensation of whiskey stung her throat. "I'm sorry, by the way. . . about Bianca."

He shrugged, "It's ok. If I'm successful in saving Wyatt, then her death should be reversed since the timeline would change."

"Well, that's good. You think you guys are gonna get back together in that reality?"

"I don't know," he sighed, turning to look into the witch's mesmerizing blue eyes. "I'm gonna be the only one from that timeline that remembers this, which means it's gonna be hard to forgive and forget. . . plus, I think I've found someone better."

"Huh," CJ smiled, tiredly leaning her head onto the man's shoulder, "whoever she is, she's one lucky bitch."

As her breathing had grown rhythmic, and Chris was sure that she'd fallen asleep, he smiled to himself. "I think I'm the lucky one."