Ok, so this is my first fic on my own. Basically, I don't like flames. You type 'em, I'll probably get my beta curt to post it on her livejournal, and we'll all have a few laughs at your expense. So, this is kinda long, but it was necessary. Remember, I wrote this for people who might like it. No one's forcin' you to read my fic. You don't like it? Don't read it. Then flames won't be necessary. I don't have a thing for reviews, though. You ain't gotta write 'em if you don't wanna. Although it does get me to update faster if you do.

Disclaimer : It aint mine. If it was, Chris would have kicked butt and Piper wouldn't have been so mean to him.

Summary : Wyatt's evil. The world's gone to hell. Two people now stand in between Wyatt and complete world domination. Chris and Shea. Can they stop Wyatt, or will he stop them first? Wyatt/OC. Eventually ChrisxBianca (obviously my OC for Wyatt is Shea, people.). Original timeline.

Shea O'Connor - brown hair almost waist length - chocolate brown eyes - family falls under protection of Charmed One's when she's five, and move in next door as a result - telepathy, telekinesis, wolf shape-shifter, heightened senses

powers for the Charmed Ones remain the same.

Chris - orbing, telekinesis, molecular stability, molecular combustion

Wyatt - anything seen on show, in memories of when he was good ; flaming, fire-balls, energy balls, powers of the source when evil

Melinda (Phoebe's youngest) - premonition, teleport like Coop could, levitate

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"All of my memories

Keep you near

In silent moments

Imagine you'd be here

All of my memories

Keep you near

The silent whispers, silent tears"

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The memories were still crystal clear. He could still see his mother's tears as his father abandoned them to go 'up there' and become a full time Elder. How she had asked him not to, not begged. She was too proud to beg. How he still refused. He could still see the little girl, Shea, who had fallen in love with, and in return, captured the heart of his older brother. He could still remember when she moved in next door and his mother and aunts found out that her parents were witches as well. He could still hear his mother arguing with Wyatt about the new coven he'd joined.

He could still see the look on his brother's face as he buried Excalibur into his mother's stomach, as he killed his aunts. Shea had come upon the scene moments later. Her scream still rang in his ears. The only comfort was that Melinda had been safe through it. His father had been too late to save the others. He could still taste the bittersweet defeat on his tongue, as though it had only been days before that he had gone up against the 'most powerful source of good magic of his time'.

He had lost that battle. Like so many others. Like the ones he knew he would be losing as soon as he opened his eyes, and went after his brother again. But for the moment, he closed his eyes and could picture the memories

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"You can't just leave your sons, Leo," his mother said with a sigh. He was eavesdropping outside their room. She would cry, of course, when Dad left. He knew she would, but she was too proud to cry in front of a man who wanted to abandon her and their children. Chris, after all, was still only four. Still too young not to have a father. As it was, he could practically hear his father shaking his head.

"This is what I want, Piper. Chris isn't. You'll be fine," he said. That had been a mistake. He could hear his mother blow his father into a million tiny orbs, before he reformed.

"Don't you dare make Chris out to be a mistake again. I love them both. Why can't you? He never did anything to you! All he ever wanted was for you to pay attention to him. So if he's such a mistake, then it was a mistake for you to stay with me. Get out!" she hissed menacingly at him. Chris had never been so happy to have Piper as his mother.

"Fine. Call me if you need me," his father said.

"We won't!" his mother replied, before his father orbed out. That was when he heard the flood gates open. She was sobbing, and he hated it. He knocked on the door and went in without waiting for an answer. He might have been four, but he was an intelligent four-year-old all the same. His mother was sitting with her back to him on the bed, furiously wiping her face with the back of her hand. Without hesitation, he walked over to stand in front of her and hugged her tightly.

"Hi, baby... did you hear all that?" she asked. When he nodded, she sighed and rested her cheek on his head.

"I'm sorry, Mommy."

"For what, sweetie?"

"For what Daddy said. I didn't mean to make you unhappy," he said, tears brimming in his eyes. His mother immediately pulled back, taking his face between both her hands and looking him in the eyes.

"You didn't make me unhappy, baby. You and Wy, you're the best surprises I ever got. You're my babies and nothing will ever change that. Not even your stubborn, pig-headed Daddy!" she said. Pulling him into her lap, she hugged him again.

"So, you did want me?" he asked, voice almost hopeful. His mother laughed gently.

"I did, yes. You know, some people believe that it's the kid that chooses their parents? That all babies are in heaven, and when a mother gets pregnant it's because one of the babies chose her to be their mother. I like to believe that you chose me for some reason. You may not understand how much that means to me, now, or what it means for that matter, but someday you will," she had told him.

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The little girl sitting on their living room couch had the kind of smile Chris would never forget for as long as he lived. It lit up a room, made the sun seem dull. Her chocolate brown eyes surveyed the two brothers as they entered the room, one finger on her left hand twisting a long lock of dark brown hair. Chris flopped down on the couch next to her and smiled as Wyatt took the chair across from them.

"Hi. Who are you?" Chris asked as the girl shot him a smile.

"Shea. Shea O'Connor. And I'm five!" she said, holding up her right hand, which contradicted her statement, as she was only holding three fingers up. Both Halliwell boys chose to ignore this, though.

"Cool. We're the same age then!" Chris had happily replied as the girl smiled at him, swinging her feet on the edge of the couch.

"So, got any powers?" Wyatt asked, earning a glare from Chris. Six years old and he was already obsessed with power. The family should have seen it then. Chris, instead, shook it off and turned to see the girl nodding her head, a slight look of irritation on her face.

"Mommy says I'm a witch, but won't tell me what my powers are," she said, voice full of annoyance at her mother. Wyatt, however, perceived her tone as annoyance towards his question. Sitting back with a 'humph', he folded his arms over his chest and proceeded to glare at the coffee table. Shea shot him a funny look and opened her mouth to say something, just as the adults walked in.

"I see you've met our new neighbor, boys. I hope you're all getting along. Anyways, we have some business to talk about, so why don't you all go play a game in the backyard?" Piper said in a motherly voice. Shea immediately jumped up, grabbing Chris' hand and dragging him out into the backyard, as Wyatt followed in silent displeasure. That was the day Shea's family officially came under the protection of the Charmed Ones, after three years of being chased non-stop by a demon.

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They had grown up together, and that had caused Chris and Shea to have a older-protective-brother/ younger-reckless-sister relationship. Shea had discovered her powers after her heightened senses kicked in, when she had been scared by oncoming footsteps and the smell of demon and had accidentally shifted into a black wolf with chocolate brown eyes. Who could talk telepathically. She had also discovered the telepathy was on-going, something she could use in human form as well, and it came with telekinesis. This had caused her and Wyatt to have quite a few arguments over games of orb-and-seek.

When they had finally fallen for each other, though, it hadn't taken Phoebe announcing it for everyone to figure it out. She'd, of course, not told the two themselves. Both knew how they felt, but Shea was still only thirteen and Wyatt fourteen. They were shy, scared, unsure. Neither would admit their feelings for fear of being hurt by the other. That was something they would both later regret severely, not spending time with each other while they still could.

That was the year the demon after Shea's family had caught up to them. They had died of fireballs to the chest. She'd never said goodbye. Piper, who still lived in the Manor (since someone had to), took her in and cared for her as her parents asked in their will.

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A year later, all hell broke lose in the Halliwell Manor. It was noon and the sisters and most of their children sat around the dining table, discussing the latest demon threat. Shea, who had homework, was up in her room. Moments after the talks began, Wyatt appeared. Everyone turned to see him, dressed in all black and holding Excalibur in his hand. His face was intense and they all knew, something was wrong.

"Mom, Aunt Paige, Aunt Phoebe," he said, nodding a quick greeting to each of the women as he said their respective titles or names.

"Wyatt, honey, put that thing up. You know you're not supposed to have it until you turn eighteen," his mother stated, voice tinged with slight worry.

"Oh, Mom. Always worried about something. I'm not going to listen, this time. The sword is mine to command and I will do with it as I please," His voice was dangerous and his mother's gaze darkened, effectively covering the worry.

"What's going on, Wy?" she asked, a suspicious undertone lining her words.

"Nothing, mom. I've just finally seen the truth. Soon, you will, too."

"What truth?"

"That there is no good or evil. Only power. And those with power must rule over those without it, to guide them. If they do not bow at my feet, they will die," he said. His mother and aunts' eyes widened as they realized what was happening.

"Chris, Henry, get your cousins out of here and then come back. We'll need your help," his mother said softly, turning to look at Chris. He nodded and took the hands of Melinda, Phoebe's youngest, who was seven.

"I've got the others. Patience, Persia, head for the spot," Henry Jr. shouted to Chris, who nodded his head and orbed himself and his cousin away. Once he'd reached the built in sub-level of P3, a level that Piper had built in case of a family emergency and put heavy protection charms on to ward off any kind of evil, including family members who might be evil, he set Melinda down. Henry Jr. orbed in seconds later, alone.

"He got Prue and Charlotte before I could reach them. Patience and Persia fell right before I left. We have to go back," he said as soon as his body formed. Chris nodded and turned to his cousin, silently casting a spell that would keep her from leaving the sub-level until a good half an hour had passed.

"Melinda, stay here, no matter what. If we're not back soon, find your dad and tell him Wyatt's turned. He'll know what to do," he said. The little girl nodded. Being half-cupid/half-witch with major inactive powers, and being only seven, the girl wasn't likely to find a way past his spell. He hoped. No, he prayed. They orbed out and into the manor.

Just in time to see Wyatt bury Excalibur in his mother's stomach. Shea came down the stairs seconds later, and froze on the last step in horror as the man she loved pulled the sword from Piper. The resounding thud of her body crumpling to the floor, and the quietness that meant death had taken her, was all that anyone could hear for a moment. Then Shea screamed. A scream that would stick with Chris for the rest of his life. Because he hadn't even seen Wyatt move until he heard Shea.

When he finally looked over to where Wyatt stood, the sword had gone all the way through Henry Jr. until you could see the tip, blood dripping from the sharp point. It was his chest he'd stabbed. Center chest meant death for sure. Wyatt had then taken the sword from his cousin's chest and turned to him, but he hadn't run. He had simply looked at his brother for a moment, trying to decide what to do.

"Join me. Both of you," said his brother's commanding voice. Shea stepped down from the last step and walked over to Chris, standing slightly behind him and laying a hand on his arm, giving his sleeve a slight tug. He got the message, but chose to ignore it.

"No," he whispered, voice broken and filled with rage and sadness. Wyatt's eyes hardened, but both Chris and Shea knew he wouldn't kill them. Unless provoked. And Chris intended to do just that. He sent a telekinetic blast at Wyatt that caught his brother off guard and sent him crashing through a wall. He'd gotten up seconds later and swung Excalibur, but Chris backed out of its range. They fought for a long while, though most of it was a blur for Chris in later years, before Chris found himself cornered. Instead of continuing, since he knew the fight had been lost, he orbed to where Shea stood, grabbed her arm and orbed them to Phoebe and Coop's flat.

Quickly, he'd gathered up his uncles and orbed to the sub-levels of P3, where a frightened Melinda ran into Coop's open arms.

"He killed them all," was all Chris said, before collapsing onto a couch and staring blankly at the floor.

That night, Wyatt waged war on the humans and all of good magic. They had to run and hide for 3 years. But soon, Chris and Shea were seventeen, Wyatt was eighteen, and ready to retaliate. After three years, they were ready to fight back...

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"Made me promise I'd try

to find my way back in this life

I hope there is away

to give me a sign you're okay

reminds me again

it's worth it all

so I can go home"

Memories by: Within Temptation