* alright so this is my first attempt at anything CHARMED so I may screw up badly, just FYI but this idea popped into my head and won't go away until I put it on paper so here you are…It's been about a year since I've watched anything Charmed so forgive me if I miss some things. Please tell me right away and they will be fixed as soon as humanly possible. Oh and it is rated T for occasional use of strong language and some situations that may not be good for kids. Oh and before I forget…I own nothing…but man I very much wish I did. LOL there would so have been a charmed spin off series and a movie and a plushie Evil Wyatt because IDK too cute lol anyway…. Enjoy! – Kat *

Chapter 1: Wyatt

Christopher Perry Halliwell. He had used that name for a very long time. It seemed incredible that he would be leaving it behind. But it was worth it. He needed to do this, for Wyatt. What would Wyatt say if he knew about Chris's little mission. They hadn't really been close for a long time but that never stopped them from caring for each other.

Wyatt was hurt by what he considered to be Chris's betrayal. He never imagined his little brother would turn his back on him and the thought alone sickened him. Wyatt had assumed his brother would understand. After all, they both loss their mother to this stupid game of back and forth good and evil had been playing for eons. Wyatt assumed that Chris would be so proud of him for ending that struggle. Wyatt assumed their bond as brothers would transcend any minor missteps that occurred on the way to a world without a struggle, a world where they would both be safe. That was always his goal. That was the reason he started all this. He just wanted his little brother to be safe.

Wyatt never forgot that day when he heard his brother screaming for him. He had been UP THERE with his father at the time and they were training without distractions with Excalibur. They had just finished and he was about to get cleaned up when he heard screaming. It was so loud that he was shocked it didn't penetrate the training area. Immediately he orbed to his brother. The sight he saw he would never forget. Chris was covered in blood. Wyatt's heart dropped at the sight. "Chris! Oh my god are you alright" he had taken his brother and checked him over. He had a very large gash on his face and some scratches on his arms but that surely couldn't account for all that blood. Chris had been frantic to get his attention but now that he had he couldn't stop crying long enough to explain the problem. Wyatt felt himself being pulled by Chris who was having some trouble doing it and sputtering. When they arrived in the kitchen he saw why. The kitchen looked a bit like Chris had upon Wyatt's arrival, blood, broken glass a nasty hole in the wall and the desiccated remains of Piper Halliwell decorating the kitchen table. He immediately threw up. It was the most vile thing he'd ever seen in his whole life. Clearly she was gone, how could she not be. Something big has spattered her all over the room. He never asked for the story from Chris. For one thing, he didn't think he could take it and for another he wasn't sure Chris was in any condition to tell it. He orbed his brother to Magic School, hoping he would be safe there and then called his father down. Leo and Piper hadn't been on the best terms for the last few years but Wyatt knew he was the only one who could help. That was the last time he'd seen his father. Some of the other elders said Leo had orbed into a group of Darklighters and that was that. Others said he was still around but by that point Wyatt no longer cared. He had tried every spell he could think of to make it not true, everything was in vain. He knew that if he was to protect his brother he needed power, power was the only thing that mattered.

As for Chris, well, he saw Wyatt's path to evil as being a direct betrayal of another sort. He still remembered every word their mother had given them on how to be a good witch. It sounded so trite to say it but he had always imagined himself and Wyatt as the new charmed ones someday. He could still remember telling his brother that when he was 8. Wyatt just smiled and gave him a hug. He'd taken that to mean Wyatt agreed but all these years later he wasn't so sure. All his research had led him to believe that whatever changed Wyatt happened before he was even born. Admittedly that little fact had made him self conscious for a while. At one point he was sure it was all his fault. After all, Wyatt hadn't been corrupted before Chris was born and afterwards he was.

Clearly there had to be some connection, at least that's what he had figured out at 16 when the only member of his immediate family he had left had become the source of all evil. To a 16 year old, it didn't matter the reason for Wyatt's conversion. What mattered is that he was alone. Something that was horrifying considering the fact that he was still in mourning for his mother. Sure he had grandpa but the old man had already began to get sick by that point and Chris knew that his grandfather wasn't long for the world. He even tried to beg one of the elders to help but they just gave him the old personal gain lecture and left. To be 16 and alone in the world wasn't something that he had ever imagined when he was a kid, having his little dreams of Chris and Wyatt, the famous Halliwell brothers, the ultimate force for good in the universe.

He had always imagined them like that, he idolized his brother when he was a kid. The twice blessed son. True, Chris had genetically the same advantages, but it didn't seem to matter. Wyatt mattered, a fact that wasn't lost on him as a boy. But neither Wyatt nor his mother ever made him feel like he wasn't just as important. Leo had…his father, well maybe genetically. His parents had begun to drift apart when he was about 3 and he never knew if it was because Wyatt was so special or if maybe he was just too much like Piper but he never seemed to see Leo after that. Leo tried for a while, but he just couldn't make himself care as much about Chris as he did about Wyatt. True, they only formally divorced the week before his 11th birthday but Chris knew from a very early age that "Daddy" was only something Wyatt had claim to. He had accepted it because his mom always made him feel like he was special too. Her little peanut. Even soo many years after he lost her, hearing her call him peanut was the one thing that he missed above all else.

No, reminiscing about things he couldn't change wouldn't help him. This was a decision that had taken much of his life for the last two years. He knew, in all probability, he wasn't coming back. Clearly whoever was powerful enough to change Wyatt wasn't going to be too happy to have him snooping about. The past was a dangerous place and even with all his powers there was very little chance of him surviving to make it home. He hadn't told Bianca about that. How could he? It would make her feel like she wasn't as important as Wyatt to him. Truth was, he was doing this for her too. Because she deserved to live in a world not ruined by the tyranny of Lord Wyatt. He did love her, at least he thought he did, but all of this had been weighing on him for too long for it to be over so quickly. She and Wyatt were the only people he still cared for. Everyone else was gone.

Chris had heard rumors a few years back that his Uncle Coop was still alive. He remembered how eagerly he raced to find him and how devastated he was to discover it was just another trap. Rival Demon factions to Wyatt's throne wanted him to use against Wyatt. Wyatt wanted him because he wanted his brother to join him and others simply wanted him dead because he had most of the same potential as his brother and another evil dictator was more than the world could stand. No where was really safe for the younger Halliwell brother.

Knowing he wasn't coming back was actually of some comfort to him. He had set his affairs in order, left messages for both Bianca and Wyatt telling them that he loved them and that he would miss them but what he was doing was for the best. He didn't say what he was doing incase Wyatt tried to stop him but he did say he was leaving and he wasn't coming back. He had written his suicide letters as he called them in his head and that was the end. He came through the portal into the past and whispered "I'm so sorry Bianca" as he dived through the hole.

…..Lord Wyatt had just heard of the burglary at the Halliwell Museum. He knew, before the stuttering buffoons that were SUPPOSED to watch the house even mentioned it, that it was Chris. He sighed in irritation and orbed back to the now closed Manor. His eyes took in every room looking for something out of place in his childhood home. His droids still flew around scanning everything. He could still almost feel his brother in the air, he knew Chris had been here. He had been trying to find him for years, succeeded a couple times but he was never able to hold him or stop him. He entered his old bedroom, looking with distain at the baby pictures dotted here and there along the furniture. Just as he turned to leave he noticed something out of place. Weird, as usually when there is a burglary something is taken, not left. "idiots" he muttered, reminding himself to dispose of them when he got done here. It was in an envelope and simply marked 'Wyatt'. The handwriting looked vaguely familiar and he knew he'd seen it before. But it had been so long he couldn't be sure. He ripped the letter open and began to read. His irritation changing quickly as his emotions make themselves known. He was alone now and had no one to impress. Even so, a letter from his lost brother would've been enough even if he wasn't alone to cause him to drop his mask of irritation and distain. A mask which he used so often it had pretty much become his face. His eyes took in the shaky handwriting.

Dear Wyatt,

You may never see this letter and I wouldn't be surprised if it gets destroyed long before you read this. First let me tell you I still love you. But I can't be with you. I know you still want us to be a family although I can't see how. You aren't the brother I knew anymore, you haven't been for a very long time and I've accepted that. But I can't accept that you weren't made this way. I know you've told me before that this was a choice you made and that no one made you make it but I know that isn't true. I've always believed in you ever since I was a kid and I don't believe any of this crap about 'it's only power'. It isn't just power, Wyatt, it's evil. Surely you know it to. But I know there is still some good in you, if there wasn't you could've killed me long ago.

I'm writing to tell you I'm leaving, Wyatt. And I know in my heart you'll never see me again. Please don't try to stop me, you can't. This is what I want. I know it won't make sense to you, and trust me if there was any other way to do what must be done I would've found it. I know this will hurt you but I thought that it would be better that I say goodbye now and give you some closure. I know after mom died you and I were never the same, I still miss her too Wy and I know that you do.

I'd like to think I know the real you better than anyone, better than yourself sometimes so I know that this will hurt. Just know I'm doing this for you, to save you. Please don't hate me Wy. But this is goodbye. Deep down we always knew that one of us was going to die young and I'd never have the heart to let it be you. You will always be my brother underneath it all.

I love you, goodbye

Chris

Wyatt sat there stunned. His little brother was gone, probably forever. It went against everything he had worked for. He only wanted his brother to be safe. What the hell was the point of all the power in the world if it couldn't save the one person who meant anything to him. It wasn't even that, it was the fact that his brother was killing himself. That was the hardest part. It felt like his heart was being ripped out, which was strange because he had convinced himself a few years ago that he didn't have one. He seen most of his family killed, some by his hands, some by his orders, even some by people who thought it would matter to him. It never had. He had seen the lights leave their eyes, ignored their final desperate calls for some good in him. It hadn't hurt.

But this hurt, more than anything, even more than when he lost his mother. "How could you do this to me!" he screamed to the empty house, his voice echoing in the expanse. He crumpled the letter in his fist, his anger and pain nearly destroying it. But knowing it was the last thing his brother would ever give him made him pause and fold it.

He took himself back to his place, vanquishing everyone in sight made him feel a little bit better. He was alone for a little while, he smoothed out the page and put it in his locked cabinet where he normally kept the book of shadows. This was more important to him right now. He murmured a few locking spells and set down to collect himself.

His hands ran unbidden over his face, where he found tears. He couldn't remember the last time he cried. He was sure it hadn't been for a long time. He had even forgotten what it felt like, probably why he hadn't noticed he was crying. It seemed like some kind of joke. It wasn't possible. The source of all evil doesn't cry. It was as simple as that.

This time had to be different. It just had to be. He had more power now than he could've ever imagined and surely there was something it was good for. What was the point of all the power in the world if it couldn't change anything. His mind whorled as he tried to be logical about everything. He tried to think about this like any other problem he had faced. He hadn't become the source by not understanding how to pull off big things. He'd done them before. He had orchestrated his take over with the precision of a master strategist, anticipated most every eventuality and used it to his advantage. Sure, his brother was the best when it came to planning but you don't live with the little squirt for most of your life and not picked up a few things.

But every time he closed his eyes all he could see was Chris as his mother was, his remains on the kitchen table. His blood all over the kitchen. He had murdered that demon a long time ago but the brutality of the attack was something he never understood. Why not simply kill her? Why did he have to rip her to pieces? And, not that Wyatt ever wanted that to happen, but why not kill the kid. Chris had been thrown into the wall in the kitchen, he was knocked out before the demon finished with Piper. It would've been too easy to just kill him to. But he hadn't.

Wyatt had demanded an answer from that demon as he slowly tortured him. Wyatt made sure to inflict the maximum amount of pain before he killed it, the demon's tortured screams fed his wounded soul. He relished it, he enjoyed it and it awoke in him a love of brutality and pain. It wasn't evil, it was justice. He could still see the demon's face when he made him eat his own finger. He thought of that part himself. As that hand he had used to rip his mother to pieces, it seemed only fitting that he be forced to make it disappear. It hadn't brought his mother back. It didn't change the pain he felt. He had wished it would, he hoped that once he removed the monster than he could sleep again without that image haunting him. But as the demon died, and he saw himself covered in the demon's blood, suddenly it didn't seem like such a great idea. He promptly threw up again then cursed his weak stomach and then orbed directly into his shower at home. Chris hadn't needed to see that. But it wasn't until a couple days later that he realized Chris never came home from Magic School. He found him sitting in the library, reading every spell book he could find trying to find out if there was some way to change what had happened. Wyatt had taken the book and sat it on the table only to see Chris orb it back. He looked so lost and Wyatt cursed his thoughtlessness. He had been so intent on tracking the demon down he hadn't been there for Chris. Sure, Chris would never blame him, probably hadn't the nerve for it.

After everything he had been through, Chris wouldn't spare a thought to where was Wyatt when he needed him. Truly he hadn't thought to call him when the Demon first attacked, true he was defeated quickly and only heard his mother scream before he lost consciousness. He hadn't had time to get help really but he still blamed himself. He hadn't been prepared. Piper and Chris had been making cookies when the demon shimmered in and Chris had gone into the pantry for more chocolate chips. He heard a crash and the bag of chocolate dropped from his hand as he hurried back into the kitchen. He had tried to tk the demon into the dining room only to find that it didn't move. It was too late for second chances as he was thrown across the room and smashed into the wall. It had been over an hour later before he had regained his senses. He had rushed to his mother's side, refusing to believe he couldn't help her. He screamed for Wyatt and Leo constantly while shaking her saying "mom, mom wake up the demon's gone mom mom please mom" and so on. He had just resolved to try scrying for Wyatt when he appeared. It had been a long time since he'd started screaming for Wyatt and Leo and he lost his senses when he tried to explain himself. He had eventually just dragged him into the kitchen, not knowing how else to make him understand. Wyatt knew it was much to late from the moment he entered the kitchen. Chris knew it too, but he had been unwilling to accept it until Wyatt truly arrived and couldn't help.

"This time I can change things, I know I can" Wyatt announced to himself. He called for a few of his top demons, then after waiting a while he realized he probably killed them earlier. Unfased, he kept calling out names until one of them appeared. "finally" he muttered. "Lord Wyatt, how may I serve you" the demon, Belkindo, bowed low, his humanoid but green face remaining parallel to the floor. Anyone who had been invited to meet the source knew that you never turned your back to them. That is, if you wanted to live. "Bring me Bianca." Wyatt scowled. Belkindo thought for a moment he saw tears in Lord Wyatt's eyes. Shocked he looked a little too closely and Wyatt orbed his arm away from his body. Belkindo screamed, the immense pain to regrow an arm for his species not withstanding, having it severed in such a manner was horrific. "I'm sorry, did you not hear me the first time?" Lord Wyatt mocked "don't make me take your head, I know that doesn't come back." Belkindo bowed again and shimmered out "Moron" Wyatt muttered, tossing the now torsoless arm across the room and into the fireplace.

* Well….any thoughts? This kinda popped into my head so you will forgive me if it seems a little wonky. If you don't think it's a good idea, please don't hesitate to tell me. Honestly, I value criticism just as much as compliments. *