Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or any of the Characters (however, if I did there would already be a spin off)

Note 1: Please Review and even though this is my first fanfiction II want to know what people think. please do not hold back.

Note 2: There are four chapters in this story.

Warning: There is the use of one swear word

Background: After the seventh season when the sisters vanquished the suxen (nexus spelled backwards), they thought that it was destroyed forever. So they removed the shadow and the spell to vanquish it from the book with a spell. What the sisters didn't know is that you can't destroy nexus because it is always a nexus, you can only damage it for a period of time and 19 years gave the nexus plenty of time to recover.

It is now 20 years later. Phoebe and coop moved out once their youngest hit the age of the troubled 2. Paige and Henry moved after the twins were born because they needed the space and Paige thought it would be safer for Henry to be away from magic. Piper and Leo moved into magic school when Chris was 20 and Wyatt was 22. This way Leo could get to work easier. So Chris and Wyatt are the only inhabitants of the manor.

The story begins…

Chapter 1: The Recognition

Ever since Piper and Leo left to live in magic school, Wyatt and Chris had taken over things at P3. However, since Wyatt already had a job at The Bay Mirror as a reporter, so Chris was basically in charge.

It was mid-afternoon; Chris was pacing up and down the hall of the manor, waiting for Wyatt to come home. Soon, the door opened and Wyatt appeared. Before Wyatt could say a word, Chris impatiently said, " There you are, where've you been? You know that I have to be at P3 before five."

"Calm down bro, I got into work and they wanted me to do a story about the Earthquakes that. Besides, you could've left without me being home," replied Wyatt.

"I've told you before, I don't want to leave the house unprotected. If a demon comes in and steals the book or finds our potion stash, we are the ones who will be in trouble, not them," explained Chris, "If you would just…."

"Chill…OK… Listen, I'm here now, just go to P3, and do whatever you have to do. I'll stay here," said Wyatt interrupting Chris quickly.

"Fine, but we are not finished with this," said Chris as he walked through the open door and closed it behind him.

Once Wyatt heard Chris's car door slam shut, he jumped over the couch, grabbed the remote to the TV, turned on his laptop, and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. Then Wyatt just said to himself, "He's got to learn how to relax."

It was later that night and Wyatt had fallen asleep on the couch. The TV was still on and his laptop was on the table. He was just able to finish his story and hand it in before eleven. Chris just came home from the club.

"Wyatt wake up!" said Chris, hitting him on the shoulder, "You fell asleep on the couch again. C'mon wake UP!"

Wyatt gave a small groan and said, "Whaaat?!… Let me go back to sleep."

"You are not going back to… Do you smell that?" asked Chris suddenly.

"Smell what?" replied Wyatt still half asleep and rubbing his eyes.

"It kind of smells like gas," explained Chris.

"I can't smell anything right now. I'm orbing upstairs to my room and going to sleep. 'Night," said Wyatt as he was disappearing in light-blue orbs.

"I'll check it out tomorrow," decided Chris and with flash of blue light he was gone.

It was the next morning and Chris was making breakfast. Wyatt could not even make toast without it being burnt but luckily Chris had inherited his mother's cooking genes. Then Wyatt asked, "So what were you saying last night?"

"I was trying to get you to go up to your room and I thought I smelled something strange. All I can smell now are these eggs. You want some?"

"Uh…Yeah, I can't smell anything either. So what time do you have to get to P3 today?" asked Wyatt, sitting down in order to eat his eggs that Chris pushed in front of him.

"I have to be there at about four so I can setup everything for the band tonight. Remember to be here before then, because the house needs to be protected," Chris pressed Wyatt, while sitting down to eat his own eggs.

"Why don't just put crystals around the house and leave, or cloak the house for just you and me," replied Wyatt.

"Are you serious, I just told you yesterday! There's the book, the potion stash and if there is something wrong with the house, we need to check it out together," explained Chris.

"If there is anything wrong, just call for me and I'll orb to the house as soon as I can and help you check it out. Okay," said Wyatt trying to talk Chris into his way of thinking.

"Fine, but if anything goes wrong, it'll be your fault. Got it," agreed Chris.

"Fine, but if nothing happens, you will have to admit that I was right."

"Deal," said Chris.

"Okay, well I'll see you later bro. Call me if you need anything," said Wyatt as he pushed his plate aside, stood up, and headed for the door.

Chris finished eating, picked up his plate and what was left of Wyatt's, and placed them into the sink. The aroma of the eggs had faded, and Chris was able to smell the gas scent again. However, Chris wanted to wait in order to give Wyatt a chance to get at least some work done. He tried to relax himself although it was becoming harder as the gas scent grew stronger.

An hour and a half passed before Chris could no longer try to relax and he had to call Wyatt. "Wyatt, it's back," yelled Chris.

However, nothing happened, and the only movement in the kitchen was Chris looking up for the slightest sign of his brother.

"Wyatt, get your ass down here!" yelled Chris.

Then, there was a bright blue orb, and Wyatt appeared with a smile obviously trying to hold back laughter. "Man, you sound just like mom."

"I wouldn't need to if you just came the first time I called you," said Chris impatiently.

"I was in a meeting. So I had to sneak away, and if you would just chill for a minute, I would have been here before you went all mom," explained Wyatt. "What's that smell?"

"That's what I have been trying to tell you. The smell is back and I think that it's gas, so I want to go down and check it out, but I want someone in the house just in case."

"Go right ahead. I'll be right here working on an article. Call if you need anything." mentioned Wyatt as he opened up his laptop and sat down at the table.

On that note, Chris headed for the basement door and started to descend down the steps.

To be continued...