* wow, a lot of really good feedback for the last chapter, I'm very glad you guys liked it. I saw several people add it to their favorites list and several put it on story alert so thanks guys, I appreciate it.

For lunarweather who wrote:

I like it! You write very well. I'm interested to see what happens next. Are you going to go through all of season six

Thanks, I'm very glad you liked it. Easy answer to your question is probably, maybe even farther. I want to make this about Chris but also about how his departure affected the ones he left behind. So this chapter, for example, we pretty much only see Wyatt. There is a good reason for that. Wyatt didn't take things well in the last chapter, so I thought that dwelling more on his memories and his pain would be important.

To monebuddha who wrote:

I'm very interested. I would definitely like to read more.

I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations! And thanks so much for your interest, I do appreciate it.

To My Alternate Reality who wrote:

I am really liking the story. You are really getting into Wyatt's head and seeing where he is coming from. The letter from Chris is exactly what I see him sending his brother.

Very interested to see where you go from here...

First of all, may I say, this author is in the process of writing a very different alternate future fic which, if you can handle some of the more adult situations, is really terrific and extremely unique, two of the things I like about future fics. Secondly, I am quite honored that she read this and liked it, and I hope I can continue to keep things interesting.

You may have noticed how I handled memories in the last chapter and I feel it needs to be explained. If you want though, you can scroll down to where the story actually starts. I know sometimes you guys don't like author's notes so I really don't mind if you skip them. As most of you know, when you remember something it is because it was triggered by an event or a feeling. So when I handle the memories of a character, I do it in that format, as a simple natural flow of thought patterns. There is, in this chapter one very badly written spell. I made it bad on purpose, as it is supposed to represent something a 7 year old could write, for 7 it's pretty advanced lol oh and by the way, there is a tiny back to the future reference, see if you can catch it lol and there are two spells from the actual series. I figured by the time the future came along, if they weren't already they would've made their way into the Book of Shadows!*

Chapter 2: Spells from the past or life inside Wyatt's head

Wyatt was alone. AGAIN. He'd sent that damn demon after his little brother's girl ages ago and it seemed she was giving him the slip. He hated it when someone did that. Truth be told, none of his hired help had much in the way of brains but still, it would stand to reason that it couldn't possibly be so hard to find her.

What had Lord Wyatt the most unsettled was that uncomfortable feeling that had made itself at home in the pit of his stomach. For the millionth time he thought back to that letter and what it meant. The other thing which had him bothered was wondering how many people knew Chris was not coming back. Wyatt vowed that no matter what, whoever had known this and still allowed his only brother to go would be dealt with, severely. In spite of everything, Chris was the only person in his life that he ever felt truly cared about him. The idea of loosing that, loosing him, was simply more than the twice blessed blonde was capable of handling. Ever so often, he had to remind himself he was the source and none of this was seemly…of course then he'd correct himself further saying he was the ruler of the world, and no one had the right to correct his behavior. Satisfied with his rationalizations, he allowed himself to be worried and upset.

He wished once more, as he had for the past several years, that Chris would've simply come to his senses and joined him. He too had always imagined it being the two of them against the world, but he refused to believe his brother couldn't still see it. They were both powerful, Wyatt infinitely more so, but that wasn't the point. True, having Chris with him wouldn't have affected his ability to seize and hold control but still he had initially expected Chris would just see the path he was on as being the righteous one and come along for the ride. It would've been so much easier to protect him if Wyatt had Chris with him to protect. Surely his brother could understand that. Right?

Wyatt racked his brain trying to remember if he knew of a way to summon Chris. True, he'd tried several things in the past and all had been unsuccessful, primarily because Chris expected everything and was prepared for any eventuality. He had never managed to force Chris to come to him but maybe this time was different. Wyatt allowed that slim lifeline of hope to bolster his spirit and give him the resolve he needed.

It had been years since he had needed to use what his brother called 'his good magic' truly, becoming the source had become the answer to most every need he'd had of late and he had no real need for spell casting or the like. But perhaps that was the problem. He refused to believe he had neglected his ancestral powers. But, the mere fact that there was no use for them made him feel a bit out of practice. Also, spell writing had never really been his greatest talent. He told himself that was because he had no use for it but that wasn't true. Simply put, he hadn't a talent for the written word.

He could still recall one of the first spells he ever wrote and just how badly that went. He had been around 7 or so and he and Chris had found a puppy while playing in the yard. He was afraid of the puppy for some reason, he couldn't remember why, but it bothered him. Well his little brother found that hilarious and promptly snuck the pup into the manor. Well, late that night while he was sleeping, Chris had orbed said puppy into Wyatt's bed. Chris found it hysterical when Wyatt ran from the room. He didn't find it so funny when Wyatt returned.

Little Chris hadn't known where Wyatt had been. Wyatt had darted into the bathroom to think of a way to get back at his brother. He tried to remember if Chris was ever frightened of anything but he hadn't been. Then Wyatt had a great idea, if Chris was so attached to this puppy, then Wyatt would show him what would happen to non magic entities in his household. He thought up a spell, his first and he was awfully proud of it.

Animal that brings me woe

Teach my brother what I know

When next he sees his puppy dear

It will become a thing to fear

Later excursions of spell writing had made that little ditty so impossibly dumb to him that he never EVER told anyone about that spell. He remembered heading back to his room, swinging open the door to find a still-laughing-like-a-loony Chris and a very happy little doggie. But as a very smug Wyatt watched, the puppy changed, growing into a snarling wendigo. Chris was frozen from shock and was backed into the wall. Wyatt's moment of triumph was short lived, however, when the beast attacked his brother. Chris screamed and fell to the floor.

By the time Wyatt managed to say annul the spell, Chris was barely breathing; long gashes covered his legs and arms, with a particularly deep one across his chest. Wyatt knelt at his brother's side, crying and apologizing for his stupidity. For a very brief moment the golden glow wouldn't appear and Wyatt had a terrible suspicion that, in his efforts to teach Chris a lesson, that he had killed him.

Those few minutes became the most frightening thing in his young life. And it was all his fault. Guilt had been blocking his ability to think clearly enough to summon his healing power. Chastising himself, Wyatt focused and finally managed to access his golden glow. Sighing in relief, Wyatt healed his brother and sat there on the floor in that puddle of Chris's blood holding him close. By the time their mother had arrived home from her emergency at P3, Wyatt had Chris and the floor all cleaned up and snuggled into bed. Piper checked in on the boys but seeing them still in bed eased her conscious for having to leave them. She had relied on Wyatt's shield lately more than she really thought she would but she told herself it was just for a few minutes here and there. Wyatt had breathed a sigh of relief when the door of the bedroom had closed once more. If his mother ever knew what had just happen, she'd probably bind both Chris and Wyatt's powers and they'd both be lucky to ever get them back. She'd done it on a temporary basis but only on extreme circumstances. She even had a spell for power restriction whereby she had to give a code word for either of the boys to use them. She tried not to use that though incase there was an emergency and the boys needed them. But that time Wyatt had orbed to China to avoid going to the dentist had made it one of those spells where the personal gain was just going to have to be accepted.

Of course, she and her separated husband certainly had their differences of opinion on those small limitations she occasionally placed on her boys. Whenever she saw the bastard he was lecturing her on how Wyatt was so very special and Wyatt needed to be protected and Wyatt needed his powers and Wyatt, Wyatt, Wyatt. Whenever she took to mentioning his other son, Leo would just look at her, tell her it wasn't that important and to leave it alone. Sometimes he tried to care, he would occasionally make an effort to be a father and a husband but with every new resolution came the certainty that it wouldn't last. Lately, he had began to taper off trying. Piper was pretty sure that someday he'd stop caring altogether. When she would get mad at him, he would give her a kiss and tell her he loved her and all that rubbish, making it damn hard to stay mad at him.

So she did what she could, invented little spells just as her grams had and did the best she could. She had her sisters on occasion but they both had their own lives. Charmed duties few and far between of late, it seemed that only the constant threat of attack had been the only thing that had kept them together, with that tapering off, well, there wasn't really much there anymore. Piper tried, she really did, but between raising the boys and P3 and trying to keep on top of everything, she didn't have much time for sisterly bonding.

Wyatt still remembered his mother, more clearly lately than it had been in years. He supposed that since he always saw so much of his mother in Chris then thinking about Chris would mean also thinking about his mother. Truth be told, she had been everything to him once, he would always remember that. Her smile, her cookies and the way she always tried to treat both her boys fairly. Problem was, every time he spent too much time thinking about her he was constantly brought back to that horrible day. He never stopped hating his father for taking him up to train that morning, ever since his parents had split for good, his father had taken it upon himself to teach Wyatt everything he could. Wyatt would sometimes ask why Chris could go and Leo would always mumble something about prophecies and the greater good and all that elder crap to the point where eventually Wyatt stopped asking. He hated that his brother had to be left out, and he hated that there was really no good reason for it. It seemed that Leo just didn't like Chris and didn't want him. Wyatt suspected that he blamed Chris for the eroding of his marriage to his wife, that didn't start to fizzle until Chris was 3. Wyatt had reasoned that Leo had his reasons but they weren't very good ones. After all, what sane person would blame a toddler for their own inadequacies. As far as Wyatt was concerned, Leo made his own mess, and it was never Chris's fault, a fact he wasn't able to convince Leo or Chris of.

That was another time he was reminded that his magic wasn't powerful enough to fix the problems he was faced with. He remembered the spell he wrote when his parents were getting divorced. He thought if he could just get it right then maybe he could fix things. Chris had been rapidly approaching 11 but was already very sure of himself. He very smugly told his older brother about personal gain and when that didn't work he mentioned consequences and back firing. Wyatt could remember turning to his brother, a angry look on his face and telling him this was his fault anyway and he should be happy Wyatt was going to clean up his mess. Chris looked horrified and hurt and Wyatt quickly realized his mistake. He tried to explain to Chris that he was sorry and that he didn't mean it but Chris simply ran down the stairs and to the front lobby. When he heard Wyatt pounding the steps running after him he orbed away. Wyatt had cursed to himself as he watched the blue-white orbs rise up and disappear. He thought of chasing after Chris but then reasoned that Chris would forgive him if he could make it work. He was sure that his little brother would be overjoyed to have a family again, despite what he said to the contrary. Wyatt trudged back up the steps and sat down with his pad and paper in the attic. He thought he had it, and he burned rosemary and thyme and added a little of his blood and his mom's hair. He thought maybe this would get it right, it couldn't hurt.

My mother's pain

Make him feel

Teach Leo Wyatt

How to heal

His broken marriage

Their broken hearts

Tell them tell them

Where to start

Wyatt remembered the room shifting and suddenly the scene changed. Memories from his life and his brothers had been stored in plain sight but were gone after the shift. His mom and dad were alone in the middle of the attic and he could see how bad his dad looked, he was pale and sweaty and his mother was crying, holding her hands over him. She looked very different, she was pretty young, slender and had bangs covering up most of her forehead. Not thinking, Wyatt ran over to them and pushed his mom out of the way and placed his hands over his father and willed the healing to begin. His mother looked different, and was crying at him not to hurt Leo, like she didn't even know him! Wyatt finished and turned to her, "Mom what the hell is going on here?" Piper looked stunned and murmered, "I'm not your mother kid" And just as Wyatt was really starting to freak out, Chris arrived, his hand half disappeared. "what did you do?" Chris snarled. "I didn't mean to I was just trying to fix-" Chris interrupted Wyatt, fire in his green eyes "never mind alright, I'm going to fix it like I always have to.." Chris sounded a lot more grown up than a 10 year old had any right to.

Chris calmly explained to Wyatt what he had done, and that he had gone back in time and stopped his parents from falling in love, essentially unmaking both him and his brother. Wyatt stammered that he just wanted them to be a family and Chris pointed to his rapidly vanishing arm showing him that he just made it worse. Wyatt couldn't remember the exact spell so Chris reasoned they could go back just a bit further, undo whatever Wyatt had done. Chris chanted from heart the time travel spell from the book of shadows:

Power of the wizards rise

course unseen across the skies

take me back to where I'll find

what I wish in place and time

They jumped back to Wyatt's arrival and stopped him, Chris pulling both Wyatts behind a stack of boxes off to the side. Time caught up with the two Wyatts and they merged into one. They waited for what seemed like forever for the young version of their parents to leave the attic. Chris then made his way over to the book trying to find a way to take them home. Meanwhile Wyatt tried to remember the spell he had casted that got him there in the first place. But in the time it had taken him to do so, Chris remembered a spell from the book of shadows and called Wyatt over to chant with him.

Spell was cast

Now make it past
Remove it now

don't ask me how.

The room shifted once more and both Wyatt and Chris were deposited back in the attic of their time. "you idiot!" Chris screamed, pushing Wyatt away from him. " thank god I realized something was off and went to get you, we'd probably both have vanished if I hadn't. you're supposed to be the mature one and I'm always cleaning up after you!" Wyatt was about to respond when the idea of stabbing his brother with Excalibur popped into his head. He had the sword in his hand before he came to his senses and tossed it to the ground as if it were poisoned. That was the real reason this memory never faded from his mind, because for one brief instant he had considered killing his brother. True he had, since then, lost his temper with Chris several times and hurt him badly. But he never once, since that day, had ever thought about killing his brother. He was shocked he had thought about it back then. He just reasoned he was young and prone to emotional outbursts.

Wyatt was still lost in his memories when he felt a shift in the air. His eyes raised to meet a green face. "My lord" Belkindo said, with as much deference has he could manage "I've got her" "It's about time, you incompetent buffoon. Now be gone." Lord Wyatt waved his hand at Belkindo who promptly shimmered away, he didn't need to be told twice, not again anyway. Wyatt made his way slowly towards the detention center. Walking gave him time to think about how he would handle Bianca. He didn't want to hurt her too badly, if only for Chris's sake. He was very certain if he killed the phoenix witch, that Chris would never forgive him. Maybe persuasion would be the best way to go about it. If he prayed on her fears of loosing Chris he could both gain the information he needed and possibly win a powerful ally, which would be handy in trying to get Chris to see things his way, surely if the love of his life could be made to understand, then she could convince him. Satisfied, Wyatt smiled to himself and stopped off to retrieve the letter Chris had left for him. That way he could prove to her that Chris was not planning to come back. Surely that would convince her.