Wow, it's been a while since I posted anything for Charmed, so I figured I would do an Easter story . . . kind of. I'm gonna do a short little bit on of the major days of Easter. I meant to post this yesterday but the Internet wasn't working when I went to post it. Arghh! The next part I have planned is for Good Friday, but I might do a Holy Thursday piece. I'm focusing more on the religious aspect of Easter with this one. When you think about it, Chris is kinda a Christlike figure. He sacrificed himself to save the world (basically) and "Christopher" even means "Christ-bearer". I doubt the writers/producers of the show thought that far ahead with the connections there.

I wish I could have written this better (I feel like it could go a lot deeper than what I have planned), but I just wanted to get it posted. I'm mad that it's later though...

Disclaimer: Don't own Charmed...

They were standing on a street corner. Just the three of them, making it seem like old times. They were right near the café that their mothers and aunts would go for lunch sometimes to catch up. People were even sitting at the tables outside and walking around the area.

But there was a tenseness in the atmosphere that suggested something wasn't quite right. And it wasn't. No, this wasn't really wasn't anything like old times. Things had changed too much to ever go back to like it had been, especially with what Wyatt had just told his younger brother and cousin.

"Wyatt, how could you?" Chris was the first to speak up after Wyatt's revelation.

"How could I not?" Wyatt responded. "Did you expect me to just do nothing and watch as the rest of my family was killed off?"

"No! But I didn't expect you to join forces with demons! You know, the beings that were responsible for the deaths of our family members. And not just ally yourself with them, but work with them to expose magic! Are you crazy! Exposing magic is what got Aunt Prue killed –"

"And our family members were still dying when it was hidden! Now that it's exposed, we don't have to worry about not using our powers to defend ourselves in public. Everyone seems fine with it – just look around . . ."

Chris couldn't believe what his brother was ranting about. He was looking around and that only defended his point. People were starting to stare at the three Halliwells and were slowly coming to the realization that they were some kind of magical beings. Magic had been exposed for several weeks now, but that didn't mean people weren't still scared of it, especially the manner in which it had been exposed: a massive demon attack that wiped out more than half of San Francisco's witch population. Now that Chris knew who was behind the attack, he was no longer surprised that none of the remaining Halliwells were included in those numbers.

"Exposing magic isn't the answer, Wyatt."

"Oh, so you expected me to take the Elder's approach? Just sit around and complain about how everything is wrong, but never do anything about it? Well, you're wrong, little brother. I took things into my own hands; I did what was necessary to protect you two."

"This isn't neces –"

"What do you suggest I should have done then?"

"Anything but this!"

Peyton simply stood by and watched her cousins argue. She couldn't believe what Wyatt had done either, but wasn't as bold as Chris was to point it out to him. How could he expose magic? That was the number one lesson about being a witch: don't expose your powers. And how could he make an alliance with demons? The very things he – their whole family – had been fighting against since the very beginning.

"Fine, Chris you obviously don't agree with me, but let's see what our cousin thinks, shall we? Peyton?" Wyatt turned to his younger cousin with a slightly insane grin on his face.

Peyton took one look at it before shrinking and moving behind Chris. "W-Wyatt, you're scaring me . . ."

Wyatt's face returned to somewhat normal, but there still wasn't something right about it. "You're scared of me?" he asked, somewhat surprised

"Wyatt, you need to snap out of this!" Chris tried to talk some sense into his brother. "You said you're just trying to protect us, but this isn't the right way to do that."

"Well, it's the only way!" Wyatt's shock seemed to have worn off. "And if you're not going to come with me willingly, then I'm just gonna have to take you by force."

Chris wasn't liking the sound of that, especially when Wyatt gestured with his hand and several of people in the café and scattered throughout the crowd seemed to fall into ranks. Some of them conjured fireballs or pulled athames from hidden pockets. There was no way he could fight them all. Definitely not when he had to worry about protecting Peyton – who had only inherited her mother's passive powers – and defending the mortal people who were all panicking and running for cover at the public display of magic.

So he did the only thing he could to in this situation. "Run, Peyton!" he ordered his cousin, pushing her in the direction of an alley. The demons didn't expect them to give up so easily so were slow to give chase.

Chris thought the head start would allow them enough time to escape, but his hopes were dashed as soon as they ran into the alley. About halfway down, a chain link fence blocked their path.

"What now?" Peyton asked him as they ran up to it.

"Climb," Chris said just as a fireball slammed into the wall beside them. "Quickly!"

Peyton started climbing up. Chris started up right after her, hoping the fence would hold. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an athame heading for Peyton's back. On instinct, he stuck his arm out to block the deadly weapon.

"No!" he heard Wyatt shouting from the entrance of the alley. Suddenly, the athame veered off course and stuck into the wall instead of Chris's arm due to Wyatt's telekinesis. Chris kept climbing; there was not time to stop and ponder Wyatt's actions right now.

"What do you think you're doing! I never told you to aim to kill!" Chris heard Wyatt yelling at the demons as he climbed over the top. As he swung his leg over, he had turned just in time to see Wyatt vanquish a demon, most likely the one who had thrown the athame. "You're orders were to capture them! ALIVE!"

Chris didn't have time to thing about that at the moment either. He had to find a safe place for him and Peyton to hide. They quickly reached the bottom of the fence and started running for the other end of the alley. Chris glanced back once they reached the street to see the demons simply bust through the fence and start stalking towards them.

"Crap, we need to get somewhere safe, fast!" he told Peyton.

"There," she answered, pointing across the street. Chris followed her gaze and saw a church.

"Perfect," he said. "It should keep evil magic out."

As the two sprinted across the street and up the front steps of the church, the demons emerged from the mouth of the alley, still fully armed. People started screaming and running away. Wyatt walked out just in time to see his targets slip through the doors. He narrowed his eyes, knowing that his demons wouldn't be able to enter the building. "Put the city in lockdown," he ordered, "especially this area. They can't stay in there forever; we can't get in, but that also means that they can't get out. And they can't stay in there forever . . ."

BTW, Peyton is Phoebe's daughter, the one that she had all those visions about: Ladybug, if you will. By passive powers, I mean premonitions and powers that really wouldn't be useful in a fight. Please review! It lets me know you care!