Thank you for reviews!
Wyatt - brotherless Wyatt
Wyatt - evil Wyatt from Chris time
Wyatt - good Wyatt
Chris - Chris, that went to the past to save Wyatt
Chris - brother of good Wyatt
DICLAIMER: I don't own Charmed
"I don't know," Chris looked around. "We should get to the manor and look in the Book of Shadows."
"Are you sure we can get there?" asked Wyatt. "Technically we should have landed in the attic, not in..."
"Shh!" the Whitelighter interrupted him, listening intently.
"What?" Wyatt whispered.
"Chris, get back here!" the other Wyatt shouted.
"Oh yes, he definitely will come back after that," snorted the Source.
"Oh, shut up," the other Wyatt growled and started running into the forest after other version of his brother.
"Follow me and be quiet," ordered Chris and started expertly creeping between the trees. Wyatt followed, trying to be as silent as Chris, wondering where he had learned that. Soon they reached a small clearing, where some group of men was sitting around the fire and chatting. Wyatt and Chris ducked behind some nearby bushes.
"Who are they?" wondered Wyatt in whisper.
"I don't know," Chris frowned. "I'll try to get closer. Stay here and don't move, okay?"
"You can't be serious!" Wyatt hissed.
"Please," the Whitelighter insisted. "I know what I'm doing."
"Fine, you have three minutes."
Chris ran through the forest, not really knowing what to do. His brother evil! He couldn't believe that. He looked back, to check if they, God! two Sources!, were following him. And then he collided with something. He fell on the ground and looked up. Some guy, his appearance send shivers down Chris's spine, grinned at him maliciously. Behind him stood five more men, looking equally evil.
"Well, well," the man in front of the Whitelighter drawled. "What have we got here?"
Wyatt shifted slightly, watching the camp intently. He tried to spot Chris, but it seemed that he wasn't around. The three minutes passed long time ago. He was about to move closer, when he heard rustle behind him. Wyatt quickly turned around to see a cloaked man, standing right behind him. The man had a knife pressed to his throat, and Wyatt was startled to realize that Chris wielded it.
"Not a word," the Whitelighter hissed in the mans ear and shoved him to the side. "Move."
They quickly put some distance between them and the camp. When Chris was satisfied, that they were far enough, he let go of the man and stepped back.
"Who are you and why were you following us?" asked the Whitelighter dangerously.
"You didn't change a bit, Christopher," the man smirked, removing his hood.
Chris's and Wyatt's jaws dropped.
Chris racked his brain for some solution to his current situation, but nothing came to his mind. Seriously, not everyday you are thrown into some other world with two evil versions of your brother and attacked by the bandits, on top of all worrying about exposing magic. Wait, why he should worry about that? Scratch that, the Whitelighter crawled backwards away from the men until he hit the tree with his back. The men laughed.
"You can't escape us boy," the men, with whom he collided, walked to him. "So don't even try," he reached for Chris's arm but was shoved back onto his other companions.
"Get away from him!" they all heard a dangerous growl.