Author's Note:Hello, my fellow fanfiction readers and writers!! Here's my newest story. I hope you like it

The Only Ones

By: Piper Chris Melinda Halliwell

Chapter 1: Broken Bonds

Hearing a yell in the distance woke Chris from his unconscious state. He stood and instantly turned around as an energy ball headed straight for his stomach. He expected to feel pain flood his senses, blocking out most of everything else, but instead he saw his mother drop to her knees clutching her stomach, blood dripping through her open fingers.

"Mom, are you okay?" The fourteen-year-old asked, panicked. He never knew Wyatt's energy balls could be so powerful. Piper couldn't find it in herself to answer as she watched her oldest son advance on her sister, who had her back turned.

"Paige!!" She yelled. Paige turned around just as Wyatt threw an energy ball in her direction; she orbed out and reformed. "Chris…help…Paige." Piper told him in near gasps of breath.

"But Mo—"

"Chris, don't argue; just do it!!" She told him. Chris nodded.

"You know what Wyatt?" His aunt told him as she reformed, missing another energy ball. "This is getting old. I've got all day, you know." Piper couldn't help but smirk at her youngest sister's comment. Paige was always the one who insisted that the boys give everything they have when fighting, except now, Piper realized that it could be the last thing she did.

"Getting old is it?" Wyatt asked, raising his hand, fist clenched. Catching her slightly off guard, he lifted Paige off the floor, as she tried to claw at the invisible force that was cutting off her airway, coughing. "How's this Aunt Paige? This interesting enough for you?" Unknown to everyone except the two of them, Wyatt moved his aunt above a broken table leg.

Out of nowhere, Wyatt was TK'd into the wall, which relinquished his hold on Paige who fell directly onto the leg, piercing her chest, rendering her unconscious. Piper ran to her, as fast as she could leaving a bloody trail behind her, as Chris walked slowly over to his demonic older brother.

"Paige? Paige, come on, wake up…please…" Piper pleaded, tears instantly filling her worry-filled eyes as she dropped beside her, wincing in pain, still clutching her injury. She looked toward her sons.

"Well, well Chris I'm impressed. You actually caught me off guard." Wyatt said standing. "You should join me; you'd be treated well down there."

"No Wyatt, absolutely not; why are you doing this? What's happened to you?"

"Nothing really…I've just given into the overwhelming warlock power that I now possess. It's great, Chris. Witches tremble at the mere mention of my name…demons bow down to me…and innocent blood looks so sweet on my—" SMACK!! Wyatt was stunned and Chris was surprised he hadn't noticed his mother step up beside him. Piper never laid a hurtful hand to either of them, so Chris knew this was bad.

"Wyatt Matthew Halliwell!!" She shouted. "Stop this right now!!" Wyatt just stood there with a smirk etched on his face.

"Is that supposed to scare me Mom?" He asked sarcastically blasting her backward toward her youngest sister.

"Mom!! Wyatt, how dare you treat them like they're your enemies…" Chris told him, eyes turning to ice.

"They are." Wyatt said simply. "They stand in my way of becoming the most powerful being in the Underworld…so they are my enemies." Wyatt said hurling an energy ball directly at Chris, hitting him in the stomach. "And guess what little brother? As long as you're on their side, so are you." He said leaving in black orbs.

"Chris…Chris…" Piper called. With his hands practically glued to his stomach to decrease his blood flow, forgetting he could orb anywhere in a second, he turned and ran as fast as he could over to his family.

Before he reached them, he slipped and fell onto the attic floor. Momentarily forgetting about his injury, Chris placed both hands on the floor to regain his momentum only to realize what caused him to fall. He saw pool of blood forming beneath his mother and aunt. Having no will or desire to stand anymore, shaken, he crawled over to them. Blood was absorbed by his denim blue-jeans, light blue sweater…even his white socks were becoming red over the top of his tennis shoes, but then, at that time, all that mattered was getting to them before it was too late.

"Chris…" Paige called. He almost didn't recognize it as the mentor that had trained him in magic for the past eight years…it was so soft and light…almost like she could…'No, no she won't die…she can't… she can't leave me now…' Was all Chris could bring himself to think as Paige placed one hand over his stomach, and with everything she had, healed him.

"Aunt Paige, you didn't have to do that…you'll be okay." Chris tried to tell her, but more importantly, himself. He knew that wasn't possible…color was fading fast from her face…Chris could almost feel the life flowing out of her body. His mother stood.

"What are you doing?" He asked through tears. Piper looked at him, her face already stained with tears that she couldn't keep back.

"Wh—what does it l-look l-like I'm doing, Chris?" She asked her voice shaking violently with each ragged breath she drew. "Help me."

Silently, he grabbed his aunt's opposite side under her back. He knew there was no hope for her, as bad as he wanted to say there was.

"On three…" Piper said her arms in the exact same position as her son's. They'd all had this type of injury at least once. The trick now would be to pull her straight up as fast as they could and avoid making the injury larger. Chris lifted his foot in attempt to get a better grip, and he nearly fell, but surprisingly, Paige grabbed his arm before he fell.

"Can't…have you…falling…for this…can I?" She said smiling. 'How can she be smiling now?' He wondered.

"One…" Chris started.

"Two…" Piper said.

"Three!!" Paige said as best she could. They pulled straight up and over. Chris kicked the broken leg down with his foot. Together, he and his mom helped her walk a few steps to the middle of the floor.

"Come on, Aunt Paige, just a few more steps." Chris said. Paige shook her head and looked over at Piper, who knelt beside her.

"Chris…you…have to…protect Phoebe. You're the…only one…who can…now." Paige told him.

"Wh—why can't you?" Chris asked even though he thought he knew the answer. Right now he wanted to be wrong more than anything.

"Chris, we can't do anything about this." Piper told him, steadying her voice through streams of tears.

"I can…I'll heal you…like you healed me…" Chris said, tears splashing onto his aunt's t-shirt. He placed his hands over the injury and focused…nothing happened. "I—I don't understand…if you healed me, then why—" Paige brought a hand up to his face, trying to wipe his tears away, but only making them increase.

"It's supposed to be this way…even you can feel it; I know you can." Paige said, tears increasing ten-fold as Chris grabbed her hand as it was falling to the ground.

Piper sat in a shocked state. How could her little boy be killing them…murdering innocents…? What happened to him? A hard cough from her youngest sister brought her to the real world. She tried to move, but she knew she'd lost more and more blood as she was sitting there.

"Chris…" Paige said in barely a whisper; he turned his attention to her. "Can you…move me closer…to your mom, please?" He nodded, lifting her and placing her in his mom's arms, crying bullets the entire time. "What…are you…doing now?" She asked as he placed his hands over her stomach once more, looking at the ceiling.

"Look, I understand that this is supposed to happen, but please can I just decrease it a little bit?" He asked, his hands glowed golden and the jagged edges of his aunt's wound disappeared. "Is that better?" His aunt nodded.

"Hey…Piper…" Her oldest sister turned toward her.

"Yes…?" Piper asked, breath coming shorter now. She knew what was happening; all three of them did…she just couldn't believe it. She tried to keep her tears back, but what was the point now? Neither of them were going to get up and walk away; they didn't have the strength or the energy. She grasped her sister's hand like a lifeline that went between their hearts, only to realize how weak her sister's grip was becoming. "What is it?"

"Tell me, what's Prue like?" She asked softly; Piper almost had to read her lips to know what she said.

"She's strong…stubborn, and can probably control her powers in her sleep. She protects us, like Mom and Grams do. Is that what you wanted to know?" Piper asked through rivers of tears. She could practically hear Prue saying "Wait and you'll see."

"She had telekinesis like me, Aunt Paige." Chris answered.

"Mind…reader…" She said smiling.

"She had astral projection." Piper finished.

"Mom, if you couldn't stop him, what makes you think I can?" Chris asked. Wyatt was powerful, and so was he, but if he could kill his mom and aunt, what could stop him now? There would be no Power of Three anymore and that thought scared him. The Power of Three was what kept everything in order… without it everything would fall into chaos.

"Not just you Chris Phoebe too. You forget, she's an Empath, and her powers could be the key to restoring peace in this world…" Piper told him, wiping her eyes on her blood-stained shirt.

"Chris…take…my hands…" Paige instructed and he did as she asked. Chris could feel his body rising, but he wasn't moving; he looked at her confused. "Now you'll…always have…me beside you. You have my Whitelighter powers."

"Paige…I know you can't hang on much longer…you don't have to…" Piper said as her sister's breath became shallower. Chris pulled her to him.

"I love you, Aunt Paige. Thanks for everything." Chris said as his tears dripped on her shoulder. Piper knew she should feel worse, but there wasn't really a point when she'd see her soon enough. "Mom, do you want to hold her again?" Chris asked situating her in his lap.

"No Chris, its okay…I'll see her soon enough…" Piper told him. 'How can she be so calm about this? She's dying and that's all she says?'

"I love you too. Tell Phoebe…tell her…I'll be watching…" With those words, Chris felt the remaining life in her slip from his grasp. His mom reached over and closed her eyes.

"Wh—what do I do with her now?" Chris asked his voice shaking. Piper gestured to the floor and Chris gently laid her down.

He looked at his hands that were dripping with the hot sticking fluid, and moved over toward his mom.

"Why are you calm? You're dying, Mom…"

"I know…I'm going to miss the three of you so much…can I just lay here?" She asked. Chris shook his head tears running down his face. He pulled her into his lap.

"Why?" He asked.

"Why what?"

"Why did you have Aunt Paige heal me and not you?"

"You and Phoebe are the only hope for future…I can't reason with Wyatt anymore…" Piper said coughing blood into her hand.

"But what can I do? I need you…I need your help…" Piper reached up and wiped a tear from his eye.

"You and Phoebe can do this; I believe in you. You have to help her perfect her powers of Premonition, Empathy, and Electro Mental Ignition… When she can use any in the blink of an eye, then you can choose…"

"Choose?" He asked.

"To save Wyatt or destroy him. I know I'm not usually like this, but that is a choice that the two of you must make when the time comes…" She brought her hand to his neck.

"H—how do y—you know all this?"

"Go to the last page of the Book and you will find the answers you want and need. You'll really have to help Phoebe, Chris; this is going to destroy her emotionally. You know that right?" Piper asked as she placed her hand on top of Chris'. She could feel her pulse getting slower by the second, but she didn't want to worry him.

"Yeah." He answered. He saw her eyes begin to look distant. "Mom…Mom. No, not yet!! MOM!!" He screamed.

"I love you, baby. Never…give…up…" She told him as her life drained from her body completely.

Chris felt like his heart was breaking in two. He couldn't bring himself to let go of her. It felt like he sat there for hours until he heard a door slam. Taking a deep breath, he gently placed his mom on the ground, kissing her cheek. It was time for the real battle to begin…

Author's Note: So what do you think? How will Phoebe take this news and what was Piper referring to in the back of the Book of Shadows?

Next Chapter: Chapter 2: Anguish

Please R&R.

Piper Chris Melinda Halliwell