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1x02 : There's no place like home.

Summary : Upset that the Halliwells survived, The Source sends some to an alternate reality where some may not make it out alive. Meanwhile, a major storm threatens to destroy the city. Will they all survive? And What happens when Chris runs into someone he knew, once upon another time-line?

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Chapter Two : Haunt My Mind.

The Source frowned, sending the ones he had chosen to another dimension, that didn't seem like enough to him. It made appear as though he didn't have the guts to deal with them all at one time - which wasn't true. He did not fear the Halliwells, but he was no fool. Only a fool would take them all on at once.

He needed something to keep the others busy as the others were unavailable. Smirking he waved his hand and Daquin shimmered in and immediately fell to one knee. "Yes my liege," he said instantly.

The Source smirked, he liked an obedient demons just as much as he liked an honest demon. "According to the news," he said slowly, "there is a chance of a storm in the next couple days." Turing to stare at Daquin, he smirked. "Those news reporters are so unreliable," he stated.

"My Lord?"

"I have made many connections in the magical community, Daquin," The Source continued as thought Daquin never spoke. "One of these groups are the Elementals," he stated, "and it is my knowledge that Alana is now in charge," he smirked, "ever since the passing of the old mother nature." He looked at Daquin as he paced, "and Alana owes me a favour, but more than that, she is loyal. Tell her I need her assistance in the current matter."

Daquin shimmered out. The new mother nature, a useful comrade to have, but mostly because he had killed the old mother nature did she take the position. But nonetheless, she would be able to keep the others busy. And that, that was all that mattered. "I hope you everything ready Gith," he said as he sensed the demon lurking in the shadows, "it is almost time."

Chris scanned the cavern he was in as he walked around quietly, the Source had been quiet for the past five days, but Chris knew when someone was being quiet, it only meant they were planning something. He didn't know where this new paranoia was coming from, nor did he know where all the knowledge he now possessed of demons and the like were coming for, and if he was being honest, he was afraid to find out.

Hearing whispering, Chris wandered towards the voices and smirked as he seen a group of five demons talking. He needed answers. If the Source held some grudge against his family, then Chris knew it was his responsibility to find out why. He didn't know why, but lately the feeling that it was his job to take care of everyone, it had been growing in the pit of his stomach.

If had started the same time as his flashbacks, but he didn't know where or why those images were plaguing his mind. He wasn't a physic and he didn't have premonitions, so he had ruled that out. And he knew it could be someone playing with his head, but that didn't seem likely. Though he didn't remember the images, he felt as though he had seen them before. So there was one conclusion - he was going insane.

Seeing the demons, Chris took a deep breath and gripped his hand into a fist and twisted it, smirking as the other demons began looking around muttering to themselves as Chris' chosen victim clutched his chest and fell to the ground, and then, he went up into flames.

Walking out behind the stone, he could practically hear his brother scolding him in his head, telling not to do this. And while it was possible, he knew Wyatt wasn't for Chris was blocking him, he couldn't shake his consciences whose voice was taking on characteristics of his brother's.

"Hey!" He called, smirking when the remaining four demons turned to look at him, all with hateful expressions, and all holding energy balls in their hands, but to Chris' surprise they were all violet. Much like the demon he and Prue had went after, after a demon had tried to use her as a pawn in his game. What was the Source doing to demons? Giving them steroids?

Seeing the ashes, Chris frowned, "I assume that was a friend of yours?" He asked, as an energy ball flew his way. Smirking as two of the demons sent their energy balls at him, Chris waited until they were so close to his face that he could feel the heat from him. And then with a squint of his eyes, he sent them back at their owners and smiled in anticipation. "That all you got?" He asked, he only needed one demon to get information. The rest was for one. Yes, Christopher Halliwell was an avid demon hunter, something that terrified his parents and Aunts to no end, but for what reason, he didn't know. It wasn't like it was going to get him killed, he wasn't the type to obsess over one demon. (A/N: Yes he is, even though he doesn't remember, Aha!)

"I'll wipe that arrogant smirk off your face," one of the remaining demons sneered, his eyes narrowing as Chris yawned and looked at him with a bored expression. "Your brother isn't here to protect you now, now is he?!"

Chris narrowed his eyes, why was it that all demons thought he needed his brother to protect him. Sure, he wasn't the Twice Blessed or the next King Arthur, but he wasn't weak either, far from it actually. Even if he was having an off day he would still be able to kick their collective asses. Wyatt was the brawn, Chris was the brains. And Melinda, well she tried to convince her brothers she was the beauty, but that was way off Chris' train of thought.

"What makes you think I need Wyatt to protect me?" Chris challenged, his eyes glazing over white as he starred at the demons, smirking as they took subtle steps backward at the sight of Chris' eyes that looked as though a thin layer of watery paint had been thrown over them. The unnerving part of his being able to influence the weather, and in truth, it reminded it Chris a lot about Storm from X-Men.

"You're only the younger brother," the bigger of the two demons said, and from the looks of him he was the stupid jock that was bravery than the other one. Which was fine by Chris, this demon was annoying him, he could kill this one and get his answers from the other one. The smaller demon wasn't as outspoken, meaning he would probably more likely to give up the answers more easily.

Holding out his hands, Chris sighed as the Underworld shook as he sent lightening at the bigger demon, sending him against the wall where he remained pinned while he was electrocuted. Narrowing his eyelids over his white eyes, the voltage of his electrokinesis increased; incinerating the demon on the spot.

Smirking at the remaining demon, Chris waved his hand and pinned the demon to the wall as the white faded from his eyes, leaving them their normal Jade colour with only a hint of blue in them. "Now," he said, advancing on the demon. "I want some answers, and you're going to give them to me," Chris ordered, he shrugged. "Or you'll end up like your pals," seeing the demon swallow noticeably, Chris smiled, "your choice."

The demon swallowed, "what do you want to know?" He asked, a sheepish smile forming on his face as his eyes traveled behind the younger Halliwell brother, only for them to snap back to Chris as the demon seen Chris make a movement.

"The Source has been oddly inactive over the past five days," Chris said simply, walking towards the demon. "So, what is he planning?"

The demon bit his lip, "I can't tell you," fearing for his life, he rambled on in a rush. "Not because I don't want to, but the Source demands obedience."

Chris starred at the demon, and then he felt himself being pulled into another flashback. This time he was in the Underworld and he could tell from the fact that he was looking up at Wyatt he was younger than he was at the current time.

"Wyatt please stop this," he heard himself pleading with his older brother. "This isn't you!" He shouted, hearing his brother's callous laugh, he shook his head. "Wyatt, what would mom say?"

Wyatt's eyes narrowed into slits, giving his already startling evil appearance to become that much more terrifying to the younger brother, and the one thing he had never been was afraid of his brother. "Why don't you tell me Chris," Wyatt sneered, "considering you were the last to see her alive!"

Chris felt tears spring into his eyes as he looked away from his brother, "she wouldn't want this, Wy," he whispered, a sure tone in his voice as he looked back up at his brother. "You're turning into a tyrant!" He pointed out, "and I know you're this prophesized ruler, but rivers of blood will not bring peace, nor will it bring Utopia!"

"No," Wyatt agreed, "but it will bring obedience!"

Chris was suddenly brought out of his flashback as a energy ball collided with the back of his shoulder, sending him flying with an ear-piercing scream of agonizing pain as he felt himself being thrown into a wall from the impact of the energy ball.

"You were putting up a wonderful fight," a voice sneered from behind Chris as he clapped. Focusing his eyes, Chris frowned as he seen a demon walk out of the shadows, he was tall, and dark, and hell Chris was willing to bet some women he knew would find him, dare he say it, handsome. "Right up until the point you spaced out," the demon chided, shaking his head. "So much for not needing big brother Wyatt," he demon cackled, conjuring an athame, sending it at Chris, where it embedded itself in Chris' arm.

Chris frowned as he used his telekinesis to violently send the athame out of his arm and at the demon, then using his telekinesis again, he brought himself to his feet and smirked. "What was that about me needing me brother?"

The demon smirked as the one Chris had been pinning against the wall, fell to the ground. "Leave now," the demon ordered, "before I tell the Source of your betrayal," he ordered, smirking as the demon immediately shimmered out. Sighing, he looked back at Chris, "demons are so unreliable."

Chris raised an eyebrow, "aren't you a demon?"

Smirking, the demon nodded. "Yes I am, meaning that I must be unreliable. But," he contradicted, "you want to know about the Source," he concluded, "but what if I knew about something more important, hypothetically of course." Seeing he had Chris' attention, his smirk became more pronounced. "What if I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt what was causing your flashbacks?"

Chris raised an eyebrow, "well normally I would ask you what you know," he stated, narrowing his eyes as he tried to get into the demon's head to see if he was legit. Not getting in, Chris shrugged, "but considering you admitted to being unreliable, I think I'll just be leaving," and with that, Chris orbed out, still clutching his arm. With only one thought in mind, Wyatt was going to kill him.

The demon smirked, "you will seek the truth in good time," the demon stated. "All in good time, Christopher."

Huffing in frustration, Emily slowly swung her legs over the side of Wyatt's old bed and used the headrest to pull herself up. She did not care, if she couldn't leave the manor, fine, but she was getting off that blasted bed and getting something to drink.

She was finally permitted to leave the couch, but she was still stuck in the manor - sleeping in Wyatt's old bed, which didn't bother her. Being allowed to walk upstairs meant that they were slowly trusting her, which meant that she was that much closer to getting home.

But the only real reason she wanted something to drink was so she could get some aspirin for her head. The one downfall for being a physic. Seeing things that had been and things that were to be, but the future was confusing to say the least. Nothing was definite, the future could change and with every change she could see it - well, the stuff she picked up on anyway.

She couldn't see everything, that was a Seer's job. She only saw flashes of what were to be, much like premonitions, but they could happen at any point and could be about anything. Whether it was about the weather or her seeing when a test would be beforehand, or even when someone was going to phone her or appear at her doorstep

But not everything she saw was good, some was bad - some was very, very bad and she often found herself waking up with tears streaming down her face. But then a day later she would see the same thing, only because of the decisions someone made, it turned out happy.

So simply, it down right sucked!

Walking into the kitchen Emily's feet made a padding noise as she walked across the flooring, until she reached the fridge and reached up to the top to grab and ice cold bottle of water. She officially hated the Source, his plans that he had for 'if' he succeeded were really starting to put a damper on her night's rest. Which was making her confinement that much more unbearable. Her current prison in mind, Emily opened the drawer up with more effort than she needed to.

Bottoms up, she thought dryly as she twisted off the cap to the aspirin and then tossed the bottle back into the drawer as she went to swallow the pills, meanwhile praying that it allowed her the relief she prayed for.

"Emily?" Wyatt asked in confusion as he saw his friend throw a few aspirin into her mouth and take a sip of water to wash it down. "What's wrong?" He asked as he watched he sigh and slid onto a stool. He could sense great deals of anger, and sorrow from her, but he didn't know where it was from.

Emily smiled a sad smile, "I hate the Source," she said simply, taking a sip of her water as Wyatt came over and sat beside her, their body's closer than they needed to be.

Wyatt nodded at her simply declaration, he had almost had her killed, hell he hated the man. But Emily wasn't like that, that wasn't why she hated him. It was something else, something deeper - and he was willing to bet it was what had woken her up, but he had learned a long time ago not to bet against a physic. It never worked out. "Well considering you're not a merciless person, what has he done to make you hate him so much?" He asked, starring at her in concern.

Emily sighed as she began fiddling with the bottle top to her bottle of water, rolling it back and forth between her hands, only to glance up at the clock. "What are you doing up at 1:30 in the morning?" She asked suddenly.

Surprised to have heard her voice, it took Wyatt a minute to answer her. "Oh, I was up studying for the surprise test next week and then I sensed your confusion so I came to see if you were okay." He said, seeing Emily tilt her head to raise an eyebrow at him, he smirked. "You may see the future, but I can read minds," he stated, tapping the side of his head while Emily rolled her eyes. "So what's wrong?"

Emily sighed, "the Source is so damn aggravating because the future keeps shifting," she said simply. "It's like," she trailed off, while her eyebrows pinched together while she searched for a way to state her thoughts. "The future is shifting around so much," she sighed, "I don't know what is going to happen and what's not going to happen," she groaned. "They're all blurry and vague except-" she stopped.

Wyatt starred at her intently, waiting for her to continue which she surely would in a few moments. This was the one thing he hated, her visions. Not because they made it impossible to surprise Emily, but for the simple fact that they made her suffer. Especially the bad things, he didn't know how often she woke up crying or screaming because of something she had seen.

"We're at a crossroads," Emily finally said. "It is impossible to know which way this is going to turn out," she met Wyatt's icy blue orbs, "but if the Source wins," she shuddered, "it will literally be hell on earth."

Wyatt nodded, "so this is why you hate the Source?" He asked, "you saw what he would do if he had the chance to do whatever he damn well please," seeing Emily nod and rub her temples, he frowned. "What-" he trailed off and sighed as he held her hand, a smile gracing his features as she laced their fingers together. "Are your powers evolving again?"

Emily cringed as she remembered when her physic powers had evolved when they had attended high school. At one moment she was laughing as she got changed out of her gym clothes and into her street clothes, the next it felt as though she was sitting in front of a computer with the different information passing before her eyes at lightening speed.

That had been when they had evolved to the point she could see anything, anywhere. But when it had first happened, she had seen everything. Every time a classmate had changed their mind, which was quite often in High School, it would flash before her eyes. Which had caused her to pass out and remain in a coma for three days as her mind tried to suppress the invading images.

"No," Emily said quietly. "I know it's basically our responsibility to stop the Source," she said simply, tightening her grip on Wyatt's fingers as he went to pull away. "I don't care Halliwell, I just saw what you were going to say," she said smugly. "But we're all in this together, as a team." She promised. "But seeing what would happen him he isn't stopped," she shook her head, "it's terrible."

Wyatt sighed, knowing that Emily was telling the truth. Even though it was his and the next generation of his family's responsibility to take over, Caleb and Emily, even Kelsey were in this with them. Whether he liked it or not, and he really didn't like it. "Are your visions really that bad?" He asked carefully, this was the one thing he couldn't relate to her one. Whenever he tried to get into her mind, to see what she say, she would always concentrate her mind on some random fact until he stopped.

"About the Source? Yeah," Emily said nodding slowly, "but when it comes to the other stuff," she shrugged. "It varies with the more practical things, whether someone asks someone out or not, whether they decide to take a short cut and walk down an alley, and some things," she smiled, "some things are nice."

Wyatt chuckled, "a blessing and a curse," he said simply, watching as Emily's blonde hair fell into her face as she nodded. "So, how do you deal with the terrible things then?" He asked, "I only ask because you block it out from me, so you don't talk to anyone about it," he said slowly, as if daring her to say she confided in someone other than him.

Emily chuckled, "it's hard sometimes," she said slowly. "But I would never burden you, nor anyone else with the things I see," she said honestly, causing Wyatt to shake his head. It amazed him, but Emily found a way to be to selfless. "And the good things, they're nice to see," she said, smiling slightly as she leaned against his shoulder.

"And the terrible things?"

Emily scrunched up her nose and pursed her lips together, "they're not so pleasant. So I tend to cry sometimes," she admitted, "that helps sometimes. Which is why you may see me with tears in my eyes when I wake up sometimes," Wyatt nodded. He remembered when they had gone on a school trip she had fallen asleep on the bus, only to wake up crying - that had been the first glimpse he had gotten at how bad the images really were.

Wyatt nodded as he seen her yawn, smirking he orbed them up to his old room and pushed onto the bed gently. "Time for the 'ittle physic to get to bed," he teased, smirking as she laid on the bed, but something was troubling her. "What is it, Em?"

"You do realise the reason I'm awake is because I had nightmares, right?" Seeing Wyatt nod, she rolled her eyes. "And what's to make the big bad visions stay away!?" She demanded, crossing her arms in defiance.

Shrugging, Wyatt waved his arms and the blankets disappeared in a fury of blue and white orbs, only to reappear on top of her. Seeing the fear in her eyes, he smiled, remembering all the times as children that he had done this. "Scoot over," he ordered. Seeing her raise an eyebrow, Wyatt raised the blankets and slid in beside her, memories of her parent's divorce popping into his head. "Night," he said quietly, kissing her head, as he draped an arm over her.

"Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis," Emily murmured quietly.

"What?"

"It's my motto for my visions, 'all things are changing, and we are changing with them," she said sleepily. Snuggling into Wyatt, she smiled. "Night," and within minutes the two friends were fast asleep.

Standing in the doorway, Piper shook her head as she quietly shut the door. Emily and Wyatt sharing a bed would have beother some mothers, their son in bed with a woman. But not Piper, not when that woman was Emily. They had done that countless times as teenagers, Emily sleeping over and her and Wyatt falling asleep watching horror movies. Sighing Piper shook her head as she walked back into her room, those two were perfect for each other. Sliding into her bed, she sighed again. To bad they didn't know it.

The Source nodded at Alana, "Have fun my dear," he said as he leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Make me proud," he said simply, and nodding Alana disappeared in a swirl of wind, but as she left, the spot where she had just stood covered in ice. The Source Smirked, "well I guess hell just froze over," he stated as a joke. Seeing that none of the other demons found him funny, he sighed. Demons had no sense of humour whatsoever!

Daquin frowned at his master's sense of humour, sometimes it was so easy to see that he was not a full demon, but he was surely the Source. The power he weld at his fingertips made all demons and the like think before opposing him, but more that evil, he had another form of magic. And that made demons question his ruling, but they did not dare speak their thoughts.

"Daquin," The Source said simply turning to met his eyes, effectively bringing Daquin out of his thoughts. "I want you and the demons I appointed earlier to stake out the chosen ones," he ordered, "tell them to attack at dawn." The Source nodded to himself, "they'll be less alert that early in the morning," seeing Daquin nod, The Source narrowed his eyes. Did they not realise that that was their sign to leave. "OUT NOW!" He roared and the demons instantly shimmered away.

Gith smirked at the power that the Source had over these demons. "And what of I my Lord?" He questioned, walking forward and out of the shadows. "When do I get my revenge against, Christopher?"

The Source turned to look at Gith and frowned. "Considering that young Christopher is twenty-two, I cannot help but wonder how you want revenge against him," raising an eyebrow the Source smirked. "Considering you were vanquished nearly twenty-three years ago, Gith."

Gith didn't say anything, he only met the Source's eyes and watched as they went Onyx. The Youngest Halliwell brother would pay, sure it had been his mother to actually vanquish him, but it had been Christopher who had thought he could use him. Christopher had believed that he was stupid, but now after all those years in purgatory, he was back. And he would have his revenge.

The Source continued, "but knowing what I know, it may have something to do with a neurotic white lighter traveling back from the future, was it not?" He asked casually, smiling to himself as Gith stiffened. "Oh you would be surprised at what I was taught," he stated. "I know all about the other future," he looked at his crystal ball as he seen Prue stir and wake up. "You are to put the plan into action while the others have them distracted," he met Gith's eyes, "there are some demons who serve their purpose and then are no longer needed," he said, smiling as Gith swallowed. "You may have your revenge, but remember, do not loose sight of our goal in the matter," he warned. "Now go!"

Gith nodded and bowed before shimmering out, he would have his revenge against Christopher.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note :What a time for Chris to get a flashback, huh? Of all the rotten luck, and who was he talking to? And how does said person know about the other future, and even more important, the Source knows people! The Source knows about the other future, how is this you ask? Well I will tell you, not here, but you shall find out. Could it be because of the people who raised him, but if so, who raised him?! Or could he simply be remembering the other time-line as well, and if so, who was he there? Friend, or foe? Mwhahah, I love this! I know, but you don't. It must suck having to wait for all these answers.

Well that's it for this chapter, next one is started, but it will take a few days for it to be posted. So in the meantime, please review. It would be appreciated, and because I love you all, so review. Make the author happy, would you? And what do you think Wyatt's reaction will be?