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Chapter Two

"DUCK!"

Wyatt dropped quickly to the ground at the sound his brother's telepathic warning. Whoa. That was close call. Wyatt spun around flicking his hand out at the demon. He let out a whoop as the demon screamed and exploded. He grabbed the next demon slamming his knee in the demons stomach before twisting the hand holding the athame and slicing through the throat. He shoved the flaming body away spinning around to face his next adversary. He glanced over at Chris to make sure he was still holding his own, and winced in sympathy for the demon as he watched Chris slam his knee first into the demon's stomach and then his chin before slamming the heel of his hand into the demon's nose. Chris reached out with his telekinetic power crushing the demon and causing him to implode. Wyatt sent several energy balls at several demons, more shimmering or flaming in even as he and Chris continued to take them out. "Ah, Chris, maybe a spell," he called as he threw a vial at an upper level demon.

"Sure, Wy, just give me five undisturbed minutes to sit down, think, and come up with one," Chris snapped as he sent another demon flying across the room.

"What do you want me to do?" Wyatt asked.

"Don't talk me into doing this again?" Chris yelled back, "that would be great." He grunted and flipped a demon over his shoulder stabbing it with his athame. Seriously though, Wy, let's not do this again cause, dude, I should be sleeping right now. Wyatt shook his head. Hey you're the one who agreed to it. Wyatt smiled as he felt Chris's annoyance through their bond. Awww come on Chris you know you're enjoying it. Wyatt laughed at the mental image sent through the bond of Chris sticking his tongue out.

"WYATT"

Wyatt grunted as he hit the ground hard gasping as the air was knocked out of him. He threw up a force field blocking the descending ax blade and rolled to the left. The demon swung again. Wyatt grabbed the handle pulling the demon down and flipped over on top of him. Wyatt shoved the handle down across the demon's throat. The demon punched Wyatt in the face, and rolled on top of the Witch throwing the axe away. With a snarl the demon clamped his hands around the Twice Blessed's throat. Wyatt struggled to suck in some air. He slammed his hand into the demon's face, but the demon didn't loosen its grip. Chris. Help.

"When gone from the safety of home

Evils beheld and evils roam

Brothers you will relieve

For no more shall you breathe

Plans a broken, schemes a bust

Now these evils become but dust"

Wyatt sucked in air as the demons in the cave disintegrated. "Dude, you just got owned by a Dwayne Johnson," Chris said.

"Nice spell, bro. Knew I kept you around for something," Wyatt gasped out between pants.

"Yeah," Chris said his tone practically dripping with sarcasm, "ya keep me around just to save your idiotic butt when your schemes go south." He held his hand out to help Wyatt up. "Seriously, Wy, I thought this was supposed to be a simple in and out vanquish."

Wyatt shrugged. "It was. I honestly have no idea what all those demons were doing here at once." He looked at Chris intently. "What 'bout you? Your omniscient mind coming up with anything?" Chris glared at him but shook his head. "No vibes either?"

"No, Wyatt, I've got nothing, nada."

Wyatt nodded. "Come on. We'd better get back home." He grabbed his brother's arm and orbed out.

Reforming back in their room Chris dropped to his bed and closed his eyes wishing he could sleep for a week. "Never again Wy. Never"

Wyatt smirked at him, "Okay Chris, just remember that was exactly what you said last time."

"Well what can I say, you're annoyingly convincing."

"Why thank you."

"It wasn't a compliment. What time is it?"

Wyatt glanced at his clock before tugging off his sweatshirt and looking at the mud stain on the back critically. "Five fifty-nine, and would it kill you to talk out loud?" he asked tossing the shirt in the direction of the hamper.

"Ahh huh." Suddenly Chris jumped up from his bed bolting out the door. Wyatt stared at the door slacked jaw before realizing what Chris was doing. "No!" He leapt over Chris's bed chasing after his brother down the hallway. "No. No, no, no, no, no, no!" Chris slid into the bathroom and shut the door just as Wyatt reached the threshold. Wyatt slammed his hand against now closed door. "No." Wyatt heard Chris laugh behind the door. "I. Hate. You."

"Wyatt? Is something wrong? Is there a demon?"

Wyatt spun around and pouted when he saw his dad, fully dressed for work, standing just outside the door to his and Piper's room. "Chris beat me to the bathroom."

Leo made an 'ahh' face and quietly pulled the door shut behind him, walking father into the hall. "Well your Mother ended up having to go to the club last night so if you could keep it down so she can sleep."

"Sure thing, Dad," he whispered.

"Well come on my slow son, let's get breakfast. I think your mom made muffins."

Sticking his tongue out Wyatt touched the ex-elders arm and orbed to the kitchen. Ignoring his father's reproachful glare Wyatt grabbed two glasses handing one to Leo. They ate in silence and ten minutes later Chris bounded down the stairs snatching a muffin as he passed the table with a "hey dad" to Leo. Wyatt wondered fleetingly if he should inform his brother the muffins were chocolate chip since Chris hated that kind but decided he wanted revenge for the bathroom incident. He suppressed the thought trying to hide it from his brother, but the telepath stopped and suddenly chucked the muffin at Wyatt's head. Wyatt ducked beneath the table with a yelp prompting Leo to shhh him.

"Chris please do not throw your food at your brother no matter what he thinks," Leo said guessing correctly that Chris's action had been in response to Wyatt's thoughts.

Chris made a pouting face but answered with a sullen okay. He glanced at the clock and then his father, "Dad, um it's six-fifteen."

Leo looked at the clock sharply. "Darn it," he said standing, "I'm going to be late. Okay, I have to head into the shop, you boys need anything?"

"Nope we're good"

"Okay. I'll see you later. Don't be late for school."

"Yes, Dad," Wyatt said watching Leo run around like a chicken with its head chopped off.

Keys, Leo thought, where are my keys? "Chris, where are my ke—"

"Left inside pocket of your coat," Chris called from the kitchen. Leo stuck his hand in the pocket and pulled out his keys. He started for the door and stopped. Wallet. He patted his back pockets. Nope. Not there. He glanced around looking for it.

Chris sighed. "Conservatory."

Leo ran to the conservatory and sure enough there was his wallet. He grabbed it and shouted thanks to Chris and a goodbye to both his boys before leaving.

In the kitchen Wyatt looked at his brother in wonder. Sometimes he really wondered why he was considered the more "powerful" brother when Chris had the power of omniscience and well everything else.

Chris glanced up from his toast at Wyatt, "Because you still have more power overall, especially active powers. I mean really how good is omniscience in battle? It's like 'the demon behind you is about to stab you' oh well what ya gonna do?"

Wyatt raised his eyebrows, "Ahh…Duck."

Chris rolled his eyes. "Sure Wy. Then what, vanquish him with my good looks?"

"Nope. Stab him with your athame."

"All you'd have to do is flick your fingers and poof he's a goner."

"Ok," Wyatt sighed, "You win, point taken."

Chris nodded, "Good. Now go take that shower you so desperately wanted earlier before you make us late for school."

Wyatt scowled at Chris, but complied orbing away.

And here's the end…Please as always r&r…