Another story, wow, some may think I have nothing to do with my time xD

Wyatt's powers: Shield, Telekinesis, Telekinetic Orbing, Orbing (now more like Dark Orbing), Sensing, Healing (he's evil so he can't heal anymore ;p), Energy Wave, Molecular Combustion, Energyballs and since he's evil and Source he also have: Fireballs, Shimmering, Flaming and Conjuring.

Chris's powers: Telekinesis, Telekinetic Orbing, Orbing, Sensing, Healing (he have it, just don't know how to use it ;p), very strong Empathy (since with empathy he can copy other powers doesn't that mean he's more powerful than Wyatt? ;) )

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Charmed and it's characters

Lord Wyatt Matthew Halliwell looked around his cluttered office.

"What the hell is that?" he growled at the nearby demon.

"My Lord, you ordered to bring you all the artifacts from the vault," the demon replied with a bow.

Wyatt groaned. Yes, he did, but he had dealt with the problem without needing them and he forgot to cancel his order. "Well, I don't need them anymore, so take it all back. And the ones, that were here before, too."

"Even the glove, my Lord?" asked the demon.

"Yes, the glove, too," Wyatt sighed. He was planning to use the glove on his brother, Chris. Everything was prepared, but before Wyatt could get a handle on the kid, he disappeared. Later Wyatt learned, that he went to the past. It was extremely tempting for the Source to use the glove right away and take Chris's powers, but he refrained from it. Knowing his brother, he got in a lot of trouble in the past and without his powers he would be defenseless. Wyatt wanted his brother by his side, not dead. Technically Wyatt could bring him back without any problems, but with Chris out of the way he could finally focus on getting rid of the Resistance once and for all. So the Source decided that Chris can wait, since there was nothing for him to do in the past anyway. Seriously, he wanted to save Wyatt from what? Boredom? "I'll be back in an hour. I expect everything to be gone by then."

"Yes, my Lord," the demon bowed to the leaving Wyatt.

An hour and some minutes later, Wyatt contently stretched in his chair. His office was now cleaned up and more spacious than it was before. He should order to clean it more often.

"My Lord," the extremely pale looking demon shimmered in.

"What?" the Source barked.

The demon swallowed and paled even more, "The Resistance attacked."

"So what?" Wyatt wasn't in the mood to deal with the Resistance right now.

"They attacked the vault, my Lord."

"What?" Wyatt's eyebrows shoot up in bewilderment. "What did they took?"

"Everything, my Lord," the demon replied.

"WHAT?" the Source yelled. The windows shattered, books flew from the shelves, papers scattered falling on the floor. "This better to be a joke," Wyatt hissed dangerously.

"It's not, my..." the demon didn't finish as he burst into flames.

"Incompetent fool!" Wyatt grumbled and left to deal with the thieves.

"We did it!" cheered the group of members from the Resistance, walking back into the safe house with their prize. Immediately they were surrounded by other people congratulating them and taking care of the artifacts.

"Do you have it?" asked someone excitedly, but quietly, careful of the audience.

"Yes."

"Good, let's meet in my room in a few minutes."

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" asked member of the thieves, handing the glove to the other young man.

"Of course. With this glove we'll have all Wyatt's powers. And we will save the world."

"I don't know," the thief doubted.

"Oh, come on, think! All this powers! We could rule themselves."

"I thought, we will save the world?" the thief smirked.

"Oh, funny," the young man snapped. "Now, where I put the spell?" He walked to the desk and looked in the drawers. "Got it!" he cried in triumph.

"So, let's get it over with," the thief sighed.

The young man threw him a withering glare and put the glove on. He took a deep breath and recited the spell from the sheet. The glove glowed for a moment.

"Did it work?" asked the thief excitedly.

The young man grinned and waved his gloved hand, expecting things to be thrown with telekinesis. Nothing happened. He tried again. And again. And again. And again nothing happened.

"Well, it was worth a shot," the thief patted his companion on the shoulder and left. The young man took the glove off and angrily threw it into the corner.