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Blinded by the Whitelighter/Witch/Elder Hybrid

Chapter Four

Natalie orbed back in. "Good, your still here," she said as she laid eyes on Prue, Piper, Phoebe, and Leo.

"Speaking of cocky," Piper said aside.

"The Elders want you to hold back. They think the witch Phoebe saw could be a force of darkness," Natalie explained.

"A Darkligher, actually," Prue commented helpfully.

Natalie was confused. "How do you know?"

"We went, we saw, we didn't quite conquer," Piper informed.

"You what?" Natalie exclaimed, scandalized. "Leo, how could you let this happen?"

"This wasn't his decision, it was ours," Prue defended.

The conversation was suddenly cut short by an explosion from the kitchen.

"What was that?" Phoebe asked, put on guard.

"The future guys?" Piper shrugged as they all walked into the kitchen.

There was Chris, mixing a potion at the counter, and Wyatt, putting the finishing touches on a spell at the table. They both looked up as the five walked in.

"Get the guy?" Chris asked absently, getting back to his potion.

"Not quite," Piper said dismissively. "What are you doing?"
"Getting back to our time," Wyatt informed distractedly. "Okay, I'm done."

"Good, me too. Let me see the spell," Chris said.

"It ain't perfect," Wyatt replied, handing it to him. "This isn't really an exact art we're doing here."
"It's have to do, as long as the warlocks come forward with us," Chris said. "Okay, let's do this."

"Wait a minute, you're just going to come up with a spell and a potion to take you to the future and not test it or anything? What if something goes wrong?" Natalie cried.

"What could go wrong?" Wyatt asked cockily before Chris threw in the final ingredient of the potion and they began to chant.

"We call upon the ancient power,

To take us forward from this hour.

Bring with us those that are bound

To us and time, now heed the sound."

The world shifted around them as they appeared in the kitchen of the future. However, a few things remained constant that were not meant to.

"You were supposed to be brought forward," Wyatt stated the obvious, looking at Prue, Piper, Phoebe, Leo, and Natalie.

"You should have tested it!" Natalie admonished. "I told you— "

"Yeah, yeah," Chris interrupted. "Listen, lady, the only people who can boss around like that are our family, which you are not a part of."

"The Elders— "
"Have no bearing whatsoever on what we or anyone in our family does," Chris reminded. "Now back off." She looked put off and very wisely didn't reply.

"Okay, disregarding that outburst, what should we do? Should we try to take them back?" Wyatt asked.

"How should I know?" Chris asked in reply.

"Chris, everybody knows that you're the brain and I'm the brawn, that's the way it is," Wyatt stated.

"So, your name is Chris," Piper butted in.

"Now what's yours?" Phoebe asked Wyatt. The brothers, however, ignored them.

"I think we should deal with the warlocks first, and then we can take them back to the moment before we went to the past and then our problems are solved," Chris reasoned.

"But our we sure the warlocks came forward?" Wyatt asked.

"Well— " Whatever he was about to say was interrupted as he was suddenly pulled into a premonition.

/Premonition/

Wyatt was looking at Chris as he came out of the premonition. Behind him, the female warlock blinked in, holding an athame that she quickly plunged into Wyatt's back.

/End Premonition/

As Chris became aware of his surroundings, he looked up to see the warlock mid-stab. With no time to do anything else, he pushed Wyatt out of the way. The athame, missing its intended target, was lodged in Chris's chest.

"CHRIS!" Wyatt cried in anguish. "Excalibur!" he called, stabbing the warlock and vanquishing her before the legendary sword even fully materialized. He quickly rushed to his brother's side and pulled the athame out. He then began healing.

Chris gasped as the healing was complete. "Thanks, Wy," he said weakly, sitting up slowly. The other warlock suddenly blinked in. Chris quickly threw a lightning bolt at him. It hit him in the shoulder and he blinked out, not wanting to end up like his partner.

Wyatt, now sure that his brother was safe, finally reacted. "CHRIS, WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?"

"I was thinking about saving you," he replied calmly, knowing that Wyatt was just reacting out of shock.

"BY NEARLY GETTING YOURSELF KILLED!"

"WELL, WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE?" Chris shot back, having enough.

"THAT IS NOT WHAT WE ARE TALKING ABOUT!"

"MAYBE WE SHOULD!"

Prue let out a loud whistle, successfully getting the pair's attention.

"Will you two please knock it off?" she said annoyed. "One of the warlocks is dead, the other injured, I say it was pretty successful."

"They got close enough beforehand to nearly kill my brother, so I don't really call it successful, thank you very much," Wyatt retorted. "The injured warlock will probably recruit others and we will have a pretty big problem on our hands."

"We should get to Magic School and do some more research on these guys. They seem to be more than what we originally thought," Chris suggested, putting the previous argument behind them, for now.

"We're not going anywhere without some answers," Natalie stated, and for once, none of the past Charmed Ones protested her taking charge.

Suddenly, a much older, but yet still very recognizable, Piper walked in and surveyed the scene.

"Alright, boys," she said, looking at Wyatt and Chris in resignation. "What have you two done now?"

Tbc…