Leo orbed back to the Heavens where he met his fellow Elders. They were all in committee chamber, awaiting for Leo's return. When Leo walked through the doors, Gideon was the first person to go up to him.
"Leo," he scrawled as his eyes narrowed in disproval. "I thought we already discussed this. You cannot—"
"Go down to Earth?" said Leo, his eyes slightly red. "I know. But the sisters. They called."
"They have a Zak as their new Whitelighter, Leo," said Gideon. "It's his job to help and guide the last remaining Charmed Ones."
"I know that," said Leo, snapping at Gideon, who gave Leo another warning look. "Sorry," apologized Leo. "It's just…" Leo took a long pause, staring down at the floor. "They're gone Gideon."
Gideon leaned in closer to Leo. "Who's gone?"
Leo lifted his head and Gideon could see Leo's eyes full of tears, leaking out and down his checks. Leo's voice shook as he spoke, "The Charmed Ones. Phoebe and Paige are dead."
Gideon took a step back away from the grieving Leo and walked over to the rest of the elders to inform them of the end of the Charmed Legacy.
Leo walked out of the committee chamber and went to the Golden Gate Bridge. He sat down and cried as his mind replayed the images of Phoebe's and Paige's bodies laying on the ground, their soul gone. Then the image of Chris came into his mind and he cried harder.
Leo wanted to stay at the manor and comfort his boys, especially Chris. His youngest son had witnessed his mother's and aunts' deaths in a short span of time. No child should ever have to see that. Ever. Yet, Chris did and Leo couldn't be there to comfort him. He had left that task to Victor and the two aunts, but now, it was only Victor.
From his robes, Leo pulled out a picture. The picture was of his wife, Piper, holding a small brown haired infant in her arms, and a blonde hair boy sitting in her lap, his small hands holding his mother's arms. Leo smiled weakly. He missed his old life.
By the time Wyatt and Chris arrived to where Chris and the aunts were attacked, the mortal police force had already started searching for evidence. Wyatt caught sight of Phoebe's body. Two coroners were huddled around her body, talking to one another about how her stomach and chest got torched. Wyatt couldn't see Paige's body. A white sheet already covered her body up.
Chris, however, didn't stop to take in the sight. He ran forward and pushed his way through the wondering crowd. He went underneath the crime tape and ran over to Phoebe's body.
"Aunt Phoebe!" Chris yelled, but an officer grabbed.
"Whoa, where do you think you're going kid?" he asked, but Chris just tried to shove him off.
"Lemme go! Lemme go!" cried Chris, before staring back at Phoebe. "Aunt Phoebe!"
Daryl all of a sudden came around the corner of the row of cars. When he saw Chris, he ran over and told the officer to let him go. Chris ran over to Daryl.
"Uncle Daryl," said Chris. "They…They aren't…"
Daryl's face was grave and he embraced Chris into a hug. "I'm sorry Chris. I'm sorry."
Chris burst into tears and gripped Daryl's jacket. All the officers and workers looked over and some of them sadly watched Chris sob into Daryl's chest. Chris didn't let go of Daryl until Wyatt cut into the scene.
"There's nothing we can do here Chris," Wyatt said. "Let's go home."
Chris agreed and let go of Daryl. "Sorry," said Chris.
Daryl put his hands on Chris' shoulders. "If you need anyone to talk to Chris," he said. "You are welcomed to come over. You too, Wyatt."
Chris and Wyatt thanked him and Wyatt helped Chris return back to the spot where they orbed in. Wyatt held Chris' hand as they orbed back to the Manor where Victor was waiting for their return.
When they landed in the hallway, Victor rushed over to the boys. "Chris?" he said and upon seeing his eyes red and wet, he stopped. "What happened?"
Wyatt stared into Victor's eyes. "Demon attack," he said, his voice slightly harsh and demeaning, "Attacked and killed Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige. We just saw their bodies. They're dead."
Victor's knees wobbled and it looked as if he was going to faint. Chris leaped over and led his grandfather to a chair. Victor collapsed into the chair and into tears. "No, this can't be," he cried. "No, that's not how it was supposed to go. They were meant to bury me. They were meant to attend my funeral. Not the other way around. Oh Phoebe…"
His voice was overcome by sobs and Chris took a seat next to his grandfather. Wyatt entered the room, but didn't take a seat. He stared at Chris.
"This is why I go down in the Underworld," said Wyatt and both Chris and Victor looked up at him. "To stop things like this from ever happening."
The funerals for both Phoebe and Paige were held together. All the family members came, minus Leo, but they stopped counting him as family when he abandoned Wyatt and Chris for the Elders.
Prue, Penelope, and Patty sat with their mourning father in the front row. Prue's face was pale and emotionless, Penelope looked ill, and Patty, too young to really know what was happening, kept asking where mommy was. Prue pulled Patty close to her and wrapped a sisterly arm around her, telling Patty that their mother is everywhere. Patty didn't understand and looked around the room to find her.
Henry Mitchell and his family sat on the opposite row. He had Henry Jr in his lap, tears sliding down his checks while his two sisters, Hannah and Hailey flanked their father on each side, their eyes pleading and begging for all of this to be just a nightmare. Their mother wasn't inside the coffin. She was at home, dancing to their stereo in the living room.
Wyatt, Chris, and Victor sat in the back. Wyatt and Victor wanted to sit up further, but Chris refused. He didn't, he couldn't get any closer to his aunts. So, they sat in the back, but none of them cried. They were too numb to feel anything at the moment.
After the funeral service ended, Prue found Chris standing alone by a window. She walked up to him and said hello. Chris glanced at his younger cousin. She looked very much like Phoebe. Brown hair, innocent eyes, and her curve chin were all the signs that she was Phoebe's daughter.
"Chris?" she asked.
"Huh-uh?"
"I just wanted…I actually really don't know how to say this," she said and she started shuffling her feet. "My father told me that you were with Mom when she died."
Chris closed his eyes and his insides twisted. Prue didn't notice and continued on, "I wanted to know if she…if she said anything. Before she died, did she say anything?"
It wasn't an odd question to ask after someone who died too young. Chris knew that Prue just wanted to know her mother's last words. Chris would have to. He still remembered his mother's last words. "NO! Chris!"
Prue shifted her weight onto another foot. "Did she say anything, Chris? Anything at all?"
Chris' mind blasted him with a running film. He was running over towards his aunts, watching them duck from energy balls. Aunt Phoebe successively dodged one aimed at her. She turned her head at the sound of running footsteps. "No! Chris! Stay Back!" Then she crumbled to the pavement as her flesh burned and blood boiled from a fireball aimed at her chest.
He then saw his aunt Paige. After Chris blocked an energy ball from hitting his aunt by using one of the demons to block it, killing the demon in progress. "Nice one, Chris!" applauded Paige, but then he too watched her fall down in a heap after a demon shimmered behind her, stabbing her in the back. Blood quickly flowed from her wound as her once rosy face turn white.
Chris bowed his head and shook. "No, they didn't get the chance."
Prue curled her mouth in. She thanked him and walked away.
Chris wanted to tell her the truth, but he knew that the truth wasn't what she was seeking. He knew that she wanted to hear him say that their mother loved her and her sisters. Not that she died trying to stop Chris from interfering. That her "last" words had caused her death. How Chris caused both of his aunts lives by trying to help them, to save them.
When he was sure no one was looking, Chris orbed away to the Golden Gate Bridge.
Chris was at the Golden Gate Bridge for a good hour before Wyatt orbed to join him. They were both wearing their funeral clothes.
"What are you thinking about Chris?"
"About Mom," said Chris, "and our aunts."
"I figured," said Wyatt, leaning against one of the poles. "You know what has bothered me the most about this whole incident."
"That aunt Phoebe and aunt Paige are dead?"
"Well, that, and another thing," said Wyatt as he walked over towards his brother. "Why didn't you stay and fight? I know that running away isn't you. You're stubborn and determined. You wouldn't have left Aunt Phoebe or Aunt Paige to fight by themselves."
"I didn't leave Wy," said Chris.
"You didn't?" said Wyatt, unconvinced. "Then why did I find you in mom's room waking up? You were supposed to be with the aunts."
"I don't know how that happened Wyatt," admitted Chris. "I tried to help our aunts fight. I watched them die too."
Chris looked up into Wyatt's face. "When Paige fell, the demons came upon me, then I woke up in the manner with you and grandpa in the bedroom."
Wyatt scratched his chin. "Maybe Zak came and saved you and sent you back to home?" Yet, Wyatt doubted that. Zak wasn't there protecting his mother when she died, so he probably wasn't there when his aunts died either. He was such a lousy whitelighter. He had left his charges to their deaths and in both incidents, Chris was almost among the casualty number.
"I don't remember who saved me, Wy," muttered Chris, "But I think it might have been Leo."
"Dad?" smirked Wyatt. "Dad didn't even come to the funeral, Chris. I highly doubt that he got off his feathery, pacifist ass. Not that you're not important, Chris. You are important, especially to me."
"I know what you mean," said Chris. "I guess I just hoped or imagined that it was him because I wanted it to be him."
Chris dragged his fingers through his hair as he sniffled. "Oh God, Wyatt," choked Chris. "Why is everyone leaving us? What did we do wrong? What did we do to deserve this?"
"Nothing. We didn't do anything to deserve this."
Chris started crying again like little tiny raindrops as they slid from his eyes and dropped down onto the bridge from his chin.
Wyatt wrapped his arm around Chris. "Don't worry little brother. Whatever happens, I'll be there. You can count on it. Okay? You know I would never let anything happen to you."
Chris nodded and his silent tears still kept rolling. "Yeah, I know."