Careful: Headache alert for two chapters now, I think. :D It'll be good.
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed. Well, if I did, here you'll have the result. lol
Summary: Chris seemed to be lost as he now works for the devil himself. Yet Wyatt knew there was hope but the Twice-Blessed didn't know how to solve this. Time travel? Direct confrontation? Time is running against both of them. Are they going to survive?
7. Another try yet …
MANOR – ANYTIME
As the blond stepped through the portal, his eyesight caught he was yet again in the wrong time. Suddenly time was switching and the attic around him changed constantly. This was getting on his nerves and giving him a headache, so he grabbed his head. Groaning.
Then he lost patience. "Send me someone who knows time travel!" he shouted at the ceiling. All stopped all of a sudden and Wyatt found himself still in the attic but with his aunts Phoebe and Paige, looking young and ready to battle. He made himself invisible, listening.
"Okay, how I orb and detect one Titan here to us? What do you say?" Paige asked, posing her vials in front of her.
"I don't like it," Phoebe said. "What if something happens to you?"
"Don't worry about me. Leo made the Elders stop the orbing around, so I could easily bring one Titan here." She looked around. "Okay, let's try!"
Paige orbed and both sisters looked nervously around. The answer they got was a swirl of wind and a female Titan stood in their midst. Instantly both women threw their potions at her but the Titan stood still and just her eyes glew.
Phoebe was thrown to the floor by a young man who'd suddenly orbed in front of her. "Don't look her into the eyes," she heard him say before he shoved more vials into her direction.
Seeing the Titan vanish and watching how his baby brother interacted with his aunts, the older brother slightly gasped as he realized what his wish had done. He tried not to laugh but it was hard. Obviously, it was just the time as his younger brother stepped in. To save him. His attention came back as the identities followed.
"Who are you?" Phoebe asked as she stroked over Paige's stoned figure.
The young man looked nervous. "Chris," he said. "Chris Perry. I'm from the future."
"What?"
"But only around 20 years."
Phoebe hmphed in disbelief and was distracted as the oldest sister entered the attic. Slowly Piper caught up with her sister and eyed the young man curiously and with suspicion.
"Hey, I just saved Paige. I wouldn't have orbed and risked my life by coming back here," the young brunette protested loudly.
"That's still under discussion," the middle sister answered bluntly.
The young man sighed as Piper began her interrogation. "Wait, you orbed? Are you a whitelighter?"
Phoebe put in. "Yeah. From the future." Making her older sister gasp loudly and looking at their baby sister in shock.
Chris stepped forward. "Listen, your sister shouldn't be in stone. In my time she died. As she's the third victim of the Titans."
"Wait. Third?" Piper requested. The young man nodded. Looking up the young mother yelled, "LEO! I know you're busy but it's important!"
Orbs flittered through the air and revealed Leo, the father and whitelighter. "What's going on? You know I can't always come down here if you call."
"That doesn't matter. How many are missing?"
"Two. Why?"
"See. I've told you the truth," Chris said annoyed. The young man didn't like his father being here, though he had his own plan for him.
Wyatt just watched from the side and tried to wait patiently until his family would leave. His wish was soon granted as one after the other left the place and certainly, not a moment later, that little brother of his made his way over to the Book of Shadows, to look for anything what would come after him. Just watching him work made the older brother smile and suddenly green eyes were looking into his direction.
"Okay, who's there? I know that someone is," the brunette stated with his arms over the chest. "I can feel you."
"I knew you were good, but not that good," the blond responded, letting his invisibility drop. His brother nearly fell on the floor but he caught him on time. "Everything okay with you?"
"Would be if my tyrant of an older brother wouldn't be standing right in front of me," came the stiff reply. "So, what you're doing here, by the way?"
"Hey, he's a part of me!" Then his look became sheepish. "You know, me and time travel. Simply doesn't go together."
Chris snorted in return. "Why did you choose to land here and to me?"
"Well, you're the expert in all this! Plus, you're my baby brother, my best friend for life and as I said before: you know how it works."
Neither of the two brothers noticed how the oldest sister had entered the attic yet again and was now standing with an open mouth in the room. Her gaze switched between those two and still couldn't believe her eyes and ears. These two young men, standing in her house, were her sons. With the taller blond it was clear as he looked exactly like his baby self, but the tall brunette, Chris, was looking – just like her.
Like in trance she walked over to both of them and grabbed Chris' head with her hands. "I can't believe this. Are you really my baby boy?" the Charmed One asked in disbelief. "Why are you here, peanut?"
"How do you …" he began. Green eyes were watering up as the brunette just looked into his mother's eyes. For the boy in him it was hard to not just hug his mother with all his heart.
"I'd recognize my children anytime," Piper said, half in tears yet happy. "I'm sorry to not have seen it before …"
"It's okay," came the faint whisper. The young man only wanted to be a Halliwell again.
Wyatt threw his arms around his little brother. "It's not, but for the time being we'll have to postpone it. We should be more concerned about the present, I mean past in our case." It did the trick as his brother and mother smiled.
"Okay, tell me what's going on?" Piper questioned as she wiped her tears away. She smiled hopefully at him.
"Can't. Future consequences," he answered. Making his older brother smirk.
"Something tells me I'm not going to like this phrase, now am I?" the mother asked. "Who taught you that?"
"Um … you and Great-Grams."
Piper's jaw dropped, along with Wyatt's. That was an explanation both hadn't expected as the great Penny Halliwell had never been fond of men and now this, but all were interrupted as someone behind them cleared their throat, making the mother and her sons turned around. They were met with three shocked faces. The ones of Phoebe, Paige … and Leo.
THE PEANUT, WYATT'S BABY BROTHER
The youngest sister, who'd been freed just moments ago by fairies, leprechauns and dwarfs, was looking at the three shocked. Her statue had been orbed to the living room by Leo where Phoebe had done her best to free her. Though she only heard bits and pieces of the young whitelighter, she was now more stunned to know he was her nephew. But casting one look at him, Paige knew who he belonged to. To this family.
Phoebe who got to know the boy first smiled a bit at the three. She was happy to get yet to spoil another child of her older sister. Still surprised at this kind of relevation her gaze turned to the other man beside him and he was the baby, sleeping peacefully in the crib.
Leo stood there rooted to the spot. He'd just become a father and now his two sons from the future, but he'd think for totally different reasons. One look at his youngest boy told him his wife was in there, because his behavior was just like hers. That thought made him smile, though the look the boy shot him was anything but happy. What gave the father an inkling about the future, but it didn't matter right now. Chris should be welcomed in the family.
Nervously he walked a step toward his family saying, "So, you were taught by Penny and your Mom? Interesting, but why didn't you tell us when you first came in?"
Chris' hatred gaze came up. "That wouldn't have gone well if I'd just told my aunt, 'Hey, I'm Chris, your nephew. By the way, I'm here to stop Wyatt from becoming evil.' Oh yeah, like that could have worked." Sarcasm was his way to cope.
Four shocked gazes stared at the boy incredulously. What he'd just said was impossible to believe, so immediately their next look went to Wyatt, asking for an answer.
The older boy nodded. "He's right as I'm from the changed future. But now I need to steal him. I have an urgent issue to discuss with him! He'll be back as he got a mission, too."
"Wyatt. Spill!" the mother demanded.
"It's a long story. Too long to explain right now."
"Um … guys, we've still got the Titans on our butt," Chris interrupted. "So what do we do?"
The Charmed Ones and Leo were promptly reminded at their problem at hand. In expectation the three women turned to the man who only sighed. Making his decision the whitelighter orbed 'Up There', only to return with an urn and looking at it oddly. Some ancient spoken words of Leo and the power left, turning the three sisters into goddesses. Piper was made the goddess of Earth, Phoebe the one of Love and Paige the one of War.
"Wonderful," Wyatt said, grabbing his baby brother firmly on his arm. "Now that's solved and my history would play out like it should, I really need to speak with my little brother."
Four eyebrows raised up but remained silent as there were the Titans to fight. With this power level the vanquish should be as easy as a piece of cake … if they could find the power within them. The four of them walked away, leaving the brothers alone and all would be written in stone.
Green eyes questioned blue, but the only result was leaving orbs which formed again on the Golden Gate Bridge.
BROTHERS
On the highest pillar both young men gazed over the ocean, hoping for the calming effect it normally offered. Their minds were occupied with their own past, yet so different but still a bit similar. For longer than both had imagined a comfortable silence was between the two of them.
"So Wyatt, can you now tell me what's going to happen?" the younger brother asked with his arms over the chest and looking very confident.
"You know I can't. Future consequences and all. If I tell you what's going to happen, especially to you, my past and future would be doomed." He snorted. "And I like both, you know."
"Even with all ups and downs? I'm sure we've had our little brotherly fights. Even Mom and Dad. Like in a normal family?" he questioned a bit in disbelief. Sure, his own mother had always dreamed of it, but in a Charmed life you are doomed with this wish.
Wyatt only nodded. "I know it didn't happen in your time. In mine it did, so forget about that! Anyway, I dragged you here to speak with you in privacy, so please listen."
"I'm all ears," Chris offered and gestured his older brother to continue.
"I need your help with a time travel spell and eventually potion to go forward to a specific time. Where I can prevent something and hopefully can save my brother."
Green eyes shot up. "What's happening to me? Or will happen to my future self?"
Blue eyes got determined. "No! I won't tell you. Besides, it's you who came up with these rules, so don't say anything anymore! It only would bite you back in the butt!"
A tone between a snort and a groan was the answer. "Okay, show me your version. Maybe I can correct your lack of ability to write." He looked directly at him. "How does that come out in our family?"
"Hey!" the Twice-Blessed called out irritated. "With all my powers I don't need it." He smiled mischievously. "Why would I need it if I have you? My genius of a baby brother."
"Thanks. Now show me!" the whitelighter insisted, holding out his hand to get the paper.
Thinking quickly the older brother handed his younger brother the spell his wife had written before he at first went through the portal. "So what'd you say to it? Good or bad?"
"That's very well written," the younger boy admitted. He looked at his older brother. "But definitely not something you could have written yourself." Before the blond could protest, the brunette continued, "I know my brother and his ability to write. So, who wrote this?"
Wyatt gulped hard. "You're right. My wife wrote it and my own spell was only a variation of your one way spell." He blushed. "So?"
"Mmhh. Let's see. If I could combine those two, maybe I'd find a way to send you to your right time. But give me some time. To get it death proof." He was deep in his thoughts. "I wouldn't want anything happen to you, now would I?"
"Take as much time as you need. If it then fails, I'll blame you."
"Yeah, yeah. Let's go home."
Wyatt laid one hand on his brother's shoulder who was still lost in thoughts, making the older brother shake his head before orbing back to their home.
MANOR – HOURS LATER
The sisters and Leo were waiting somehow impatiently for the return of the boys. Their task to vanquish the Titans was completed as the man had given them the power of Gods and in combine with the Power of Three it was easy as a piece of cake. Though in progress Leo had been made an Elder but would never split with the love of his life.
"Where are they? Don't they know how worried I am?" Piper asked, standing up to pace.
"Piper," Leo stated firmly. "I'm sure they'll come back. Obviously they know your temper … and level of anxiety." As if to prove an orbing cloud was forming. "See, no need to worry. There they are."
As the brothers reformed they immediately knew on what level their mother's worry was, so both looked rather sheepishly at their family. "Sorry," Wyatt and Chris intoned at once.
"I hope you are," Piper half shouted with her hands on the hips. "Where have you been? What have you been talking about?"
"Nothing unusual," Wyatt replied.
"Just some brotherly stuff," Chris went on. His finger pointed to his brother. "He was very discreet about the future. As if he'd been taught by me." He turned fully to him. "Were you?"
Before Wyatt could answer, there was a strange light in the attic, turning all attention to it. Out of it came two men, completely dressed in white. Leo and the boys knew who they were though.
"I think we're in charge from now on. Here's a complete mess up!" Both smiled at them, ready to strike.
TBC ...
And now we're back in S6. I hope you don't get a headache! :)
Next time: The Cleaners have arrived. What do they want?
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