Goddess, this house scared Mahina now; a place that as a child she would have given her left arm to live in. Halliwell Manor, now called Hell Manor by all those who dared, had turned into a dark and evil place since Wyatt Halliwell's change. A perpetual black cloud swirled above it, and there were always tremors in the city that originated from that spot.

So why was Mahina Cromwell standing on the front porch? When she could be fairly, although not completely safe back across the street in her own home? Because there were more important things at stake than her life; she had a child to think about now, and had to get to its father before Wyatt chose to go back himself.

She knocked, and the door just barely creaked open. Wyatt was more likely than not waiting for her, as he always seemed to be when she was the least likely to want him to be. Mahina walked inside the Manor, and headed up the stairs, keenly aware of the quiet around her; it was too quiet, and she feared she would be killed before the deal was made.

The door to the attic was open, and saying a quick prayer to the souls of her mother and the Charmed Ones Mahina walked in; and there he was, just lounging back in his chair like everything was normal. He sat up when he caught sight of Mahina and eyed her, obviously intrigued by her presence.

"Well, well, well," Wyatt said, standing up and walking over to Mahina, "if it isn't my old pal, Mahina." He took some of Mahina's hair and lifted it as he walked around her; it felt like a damn inquisition, but it would be worth it. "Come to try to kill me, have you? Figured that it would happen eventually, but didn't think it would be so... SOON." She couldn't hide her hatred for Wyatt; he'd killed her mother, and her sisters. Mahina knew that even asking him for one favor could mean she'd be his slave for the rest of her existence. Taking a deep breath, she cleared her throat and responded, "I'm not here to kill you Wyatt." Mahina paused. "I'm here to make a deal with you."

Wyatt had walked back to his seat, and smirked back at her – obviously amused by her words. "Go on..." He leaned a bit forward, and ushered for her to come closer to him. Not wavering from her steady composition, Mahina walked about five steps more into the attic.

"I want to go to the past." "To bring back my brother and watch me kill him?" Wyatt kept the smirk upon his face at these words, even though she had made no indication that his brother was her motivation. "I don't think so... I know you're in love with him."

Something in his face told her that it wasn't the only thing he knew, but that was not Mahina's concern at the moment. What WAS her concern was that she had a child's life to save. Going back to the past was the only way that was going to happen. "I assure you, that it is no longer the case." Mahina walked forward some more. "He would be terrible for me, and I realized what a wonderful pair we could be." Goddess, she had never lied through her teeth so much since she was caught by her mother sneaking back into her room one morning. What she would give for a moment like that... but for the situation at hand.

However, it did seem to fool Wyatt quite well, and he nodded. "What would I get in return?"

Wasn't the fact he would get to kill his brother ENOUGH? Mahina sighed, and looked Wyatt in the eye. "I'll marry you and give you an heir."