Disclaimer: I do own that shirt Paige wore in I Dream of Phoebe...the white one. I have the black version of it, too.


Chris awoke with a start and was immediately unsettled. He felt wholly disoriented. He knew instantly that he was not in his own bed; he knew this from not only the fabric that lay against his skin, but the oddly cool air that breezed through his head.

Instinctively, his hand flew to his hair; only to find out there was none. He instantly crossed the border between that fuzzy dream state to that of lucidity. The unfamiliar warmth that was brought on from the company of another body and that he had not experienced for quite some time gave him a tingling sensation. It alerted him to the presence of the body of another person.

Chris blinked as he tried to remember what could have gotten him into this position. The last thing he remembered was a spell. He had written a spell to help him understand what his trip to the future meant. Seeing him and his brother in such an intimate situation had rattled his brain. A ton of emotions had hit him all at once and the one that resounded in his head was confusion. As soon as he got home, he immediately tried to find a way for him to understand.

Chris was writing furiously on a yellow sheet of paper. He was pressing so hard that the papers underneath dented accordingly to his words. He went straight to this task immediately after his orbs settled, confused and completely at a loss. Chris figured that if magic gave him so many questions to ponder, then it was going to give him all the answers.

After making a million corrections, he finally settled on the spell he was going to use. He looked it over once more, wanting nothing to go wrong. He knew this had personal gain written all over it, but he also knew that his sanity was for the greater good. He took a deep breath and recited,

"Settle my unsettled mind
Show me what I need to find
An answer through time and space
Let me know my rightful place"

White wisps of air swirled around Chris as he faded into thin air. Then he had appeared here. In a bed. With someone.

"You 'wake, baby?" A sluggish but deep voice came from the other side of the bed.

"Baby?!"Chris' head started throbbing.

"Uh… Like, I love you, baby?" Wyatt said lovingly, confused at his lover's behavior. "You okay, Chrissie?"

Chris' body immediately tensed up. Only then did he realize that he was only wearing boxers. Uh-oh…

"Uh, yeah…Babe…" Chris replied awkwardly, deciding to play along to his spell gone awry. Chris clumsily turned his body around to take a look at his apparent lover. Familiar blond hair, heart-shaped face, white pale skin…

Chris had to swallow the gasp that inadvertently came out and almost choked on it. Wyatt… It was Wyatt. There was no mistaking it. No more room for denying that Wyatt, his brother, was the one. He studied the face that would soon haunt his dreams and never leave his thoughts.

Wyatt cracked open an eye, giving Chris a glimpse of the color that would soon be his favorite, pacific blue. This Wyatt did not seem that different from the one in the past. The only difference would be that this Wyatt had a bit more hair.

"Hey there gorgeous…" greeted Wyatt huskily. Chris could not help but blush at this. Wyatt was always kind of a heart-throb.

Wyatt looked taken aback for a moment at Chris' reaction and said, "I haven't seen you blush like that since forever, baby. I guess I've still got it."

Chris blushed even harder at this comment and the smile on Wyatt's face grew wider. Wyatt leaned in and kissed a very surprised Chris firmly on the lips. Needy yet gentle, Wyatt pressed his lips harder. Chris mentally told himself to go with the flow; he did not want anyone to know what was going on for some reason, especially Wyatt.

Hesitantly, Chris opened his mouth and let Wyatt's eager tongue inside. Wyatt pushed him back softly so that he would be on top. He was also just wearing his boxers, letting his well-toned muscles visibly flex as he tried to be gentle with Chris. Controlling his urges, no matter how powerful, had always been an important part when it came to Chris.

Wyatt groaned hoarsely as he felt his morning erection press against Chris' thighs. Chris felt it too and hated himself as his own started to respond accordingly. Chris felt Wyatt's strong arms encircle around his waste. Promising himself that it was only to play along, Chris returned the embrace and wrapped his hands around Wyatt's neck. Wyatt tightened his hold, forcing their bodies to come closer together as their tongues clashed in a heated kiss. Wyatt, in his eagerness, tangled their legs and let his hands wander down to Chris' bottom.

"MPHM!" Chris jumped when Wyatt had lovingly squeezed his butt. He would have almost fallen off the bed if it was not for Wyatt's strong arms holding him securely on the waist. He was so startled that he could not help the hint of anger as he shouted at Wyatt.

"What the hell was that for?!"

Wyatt's forehead creased and he looked genuinely worried as he asked, "Chrissie, are you sure you're okay?"

"I, uhm…" Chris stammered as he fought to find something to say that would not out him so. "…uh…just feel…you know…uh…sick…"

To emphasize his point, he started to rub circles on his stomach and said, "Might be something I ate…"

Wyatt studied him for a minute but eventually stopped as his efforts were in vain. "Do you need me to heal it?"

"No, its fine…" Chris said, waving him off. "Just something I ate, Wy…"

Wyatt chuckled lightly and replied, "Don't let mom hear you say that…"

Chris grinned in spite of himself. A moment passed mutely before Wyatt broke the silence.

"So…?" Wyatt titled his head and gestured at their barely clothed bodies.

Chris' eyes widened for a second before he got a hold of himself. "Not right now…I'm…sick."

Wyatt pouted adorably at the prospect of not getting any on such a beautiful Sunday morning but thought better of it. They did have a big dinner last night at their parent's house to celebrate the birthday of Faith, the second daughter of Phoebe Halliwell.

"Wy…" Chris whined. He rolled his eyes at how childish his brother still was even in the future.

Wyatt's pout only deepened. Chris narrowed his eyes in concentration, thinking of what his normal self would do in this situation. He slowly moved his head closer to Wyatt's, as if daring himself to kiss his brother's lips. He cast a hesitant glance up towards Wyatt, not knowing that his long lashes batting so slowly had made his brother harder.

Their lips met with such tenderness that Wyatt had to keep his eyes open to make sure it was really Chris whom he was kissing. The kiss was deepened; by who, it did not really matter. Not to Chris anyways…

Their tongues clashed belligerently, heated and passionate. Clumsy hands found their way to Wyatt's soft blond curls and tangled them with needy hands. Husky groans escaped from Wyatt's throat as his hands roamed his little brother's body expertly. Their kisses became deeper and more desperate. The taste felt like a little heaven in his mouth, something that surprised him since they had just woken up and it seemed neither men seemed to have bad breath.

"Chrissie…" Wyatt moaned as he left a trail of kisses down to his brother's throat.

Chris groaned appreciatively, not believing how easy it was to succumb to this unwanted bliss. He felt tingling sensations up and down his spine as Wyatt continued to leave his little love marks on Chris' pale skin. Chris bit his lower lip and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as Wyatt's tongue found the most sensitive spot on Chris' neck.

"Chris…" Wyatt mumbled lovingly in between his kisses. "Chris…Chris…Chris…"

Wyatt's whimpers resounded in Chris head, incredulous how much it made him just want to melt. Wyatt's calls became louder and needy and the kisses started to seem less frequent. Chris felt himself fading into nothingness and his hands clutched Wyatt's hair tighter.

"Chris! Chris!" Wyatt's voice had turned from husky to panicky. Chris felt a hazy fog descend upon him as he fought to open his eyes.

'What the hell…' Chris' mind was in that hazy state, bordering a day-dreaming fuzziness to that of alertness. As he blinked again and again, his brain fought to grasp any kind of reality.

"Chris, are you okay?" Chris saw Wyatt hovering over him like a mother hen.

"Wy?" Chris asked as he sat up unsteadily. Chris noticed that this Wyatt no longer had the blond curls. "Where am I? What happened?"

"You tell me! I orbed home from class to find you on the floor passed out!" Wyatt was incredibly pale and his hands were visibly shaky.

"Oh…" Chris said softly, trying to remember everything that happened. No wonder he had been so accepting and so carefree with Wyatt's advances…it was the spell.

"Come on… we need to get you to the manor!" Wyatt said sharply, taking Chris out of his revere.

"What? Why?" Chris stood up clumsily, swatting Wyatt's hands that were so eager to help.

"Chris, I couldn't heal you! And you don't even look like you remembered what attacked you. If some demon is strong enough to be the cause of those two things, we need everybody!" Wyatt replied frantically. Seeing his brother lying helpless and unresponsive had scared him more than he would ever dare to admit.

"Wy, calm down. It's nothing…It's…" Chris trailed off, remembering that he could not actually tell Wyatt exactly what happened…not until he knew what he felt about it first.

"It's what?" Wyatt asked. "Are you remembering anything?"

"Uhm…no." In a moment of clarity, Chris knew he had to lie. "Maybe we should go to the manor…"

Wyatt nodded in agreement and orbed them both to the attic without another word. As soon as they got there, Wyatt started hollering for their parents.

Leo and Piper orbed in together, obvious from their state of unbuttoned flannel and loosely tied bathrobe that they were having an afternoon delight.

"What the hell happened to you guys?" Chris asked as soon as he was able to take in his parents' unkempt appearances.

"None of your business, young man," said Piper. Leo looked at him blushingly but Piper in turn had glared at her son.

Wyatt and Chris grimaced at the thought of their parents' "business." Both could not help but remember the time in high school when they had come home from school one day to find their parent's going at it on the kitchen counter. Scarred for life, they both had commented solemnly.

"Ugh!" Wyatt scoffed. "Well, anyways… while you guys were… cleaning the kitchen, Chris was attacked. I found him lying on the floor passed out. I couldn't heal him or wake him up. And he doesn't remember anything about what happened. Do you guys know what kind of demon this might be?"

Piper and Leo's faces become more somber with every word Wyatt had spoken. Losing their kids had always been their biggest fears, especially losing them to evil. Piper glanced at her youngest boy and saw the worry etched on his face.

'He must have really been shook up by the demon…' Piper thought.

"I'm fine, you guys…" Chris said exasperatedly as he rolled his eyes at his overprotective parents.

"Are you sure, son?" Leo asked him worriedly.

"Honey, you don't look too well." Piper said in her perfected motherly tone.

"Maybe you should go rest, Chrissie." Wyatt added, noticing how much paler Chris was getting by the moment.

Chris opened his mouth about to protest how he was not a baby anymore when he realized that this was the perfect excuse to get away.

"Uhm…right. You guys are right." Chris stammered. "Guess…I should like go."

"I'll come with you." Leo piped up before Chris could orb.

"What? Why?" Chris said irritably. "I don't need a babysitter."

"Chris, whatever we're dealing with, you weren't able to handle on your own. Just let Dad come with you." Wyatt said softly, almost in a pleading tone.

Chris could not help but link the caring, protective look in Wyatt's pacific blue orbs to that of the obvious need and want in the other Wyatt's eyes. He knew he would not be able to say no to his brother now. Chris nodded and orbed to his apartment with his father in tow.

The three hurried to the Book of Shadows as soon as Chris had gone. Wyatt was flipping the page hurriedly; wanting to eliminate the demon that was responsible for the little heart attack he had experience at seeing his brother in such a state. Piper hollered her sisters' name again and again, having a little trouble getting them to come.

"They might be busy, Mom…" Wyatt said distractedly.

"We need them, Wyatt." Piper shot back. "Phoebe! Paige!"

"Let's find the demon first, and then we'll ask for their help."

"I know what I'm doing." Piper said cooly as she continued to shout for her sisters.

"I do too!"

Piper brushed him off and continued to call out the other Charmed One's names.

"Phoebe! Paige! Phoebe! Paige!"

"I can kill the demon without them! Stop shouting!" Wyatt yelled angrily. His mother's screams were not helping his already shaken state.

Piper stopped yelling at the ceiling and turned slowly to face Wyatt

"Wyatt, we don't even know if it's a demon. Chris doesn't remember anything. And a demon that just makes the Thrice-Blessed Witch pass out and doesn't kill him? What demon is that stupid?!" Piper ranted at her oldest son. "You're not thinking clearly, honey. You're judgment is being clouded by your love for your brother."

"Of course my judgment is cloudy! He's my brother! Anything could have happened to him!"

"He's my son! I know exactly what kind of horrors awaits the two of you! All I'm saying is that you should not be jumping to such conclusions!"

"Conclusions!?" Wyatt said incredulously. "Who wouldn't conclude this was done by a demon?!"

"Someone who is thinking rationally!"

"What's that suppose to mean?!"

Piper tried to calm her nerves before answering in what she had intended to be a patient tone.

"There has never been a demon that would pass up such an opportunity to kill such a powerful witch when they're out cold. What I'm trying to get you to understand is that this could be something else. Alright?" Piper explained slowly.

Wyatt stood silently for a minute before yelling back, "Of course it's a demon! It has to be a demon!"

Piper sighed, seeing that she had not been able to get through to her son. "Has to be?! Why does it have to be a demon?"

"Because!"

"Because what?! Because that's all you can think of? Because it's easier that way? Because you're just being stubborn and careless?!"

"BECAUSE A DEMON I CAN HANDLE!" Wyatt roared. He unintentionally released a wave of raw power that shook the entire manor.

"Honey…" Piper looked deeply into his blue eyes as his expression changed from anger to that of deep sorrow.

"A demon I can handle…" Wyatt reiterated softly. "Chris…lying there…not being able to heal him…I can't."

"But sweetie…surely this isn't the first time you've seen your brother hurt."

"But I've always been able to heal him… and it's just not the same…"

"How so?"

"I just... feel stronger about Chris…" mumbled Wyatt, hoping he was not going to have to explain further than that.

"You mean your bond is growing stronger?"

Wyatt just nodded.

"That was bound to happen sweetie. As your bond to him grows stronger, your powers will develop. It may not be the same with the Charmed Ones, per say, but your powers still lie within your emotions. And I'm guessing that the strongest emotion you are feeling right now is towards your little brother."

"Now?" Wyatt asked, hung up on that one word. "What do you mean now?"

"Well, until you find your one true love. That's when you'll really find things about yourself you never could before. Phoebe might be able to explain this better but trust me when I say I know what I am talking about. Your father brought out the best in me. And when you find yours, he'll bring out the best in you too."

Piper had expected Wyatt to smile or at least show some kind of pleasant emotion upon hearing this but he only frowned.

"What's wrong?" Piper queried.

"Nothing," mumbled Wyatt, brushing off his mother's inquisitive glare.

Piper raised an eyebrow but said nothing more.


Phoebe and Fatima cried and laughed simultaneously as they held each other tightly. Phoebe kissed Fatima's forehead now and again and her daughter did not seem inclined to object.

"Oh, Mom! I'm so happy you're okay with this…"

"Oh, sweetie, of course I am. You're my baby!"

Both women laughed at this like it was the funniest thing in the world. Relief washed over Fatima in waves and she knew that this was the most relaxed she has ever felt in a long time. Phoebe was partly ecstatic for her daughter and partly because Fatima's happiness seemed to have broken the barriers set by the empathy potion and she could feel in her heart how truly happy her acceptance of her daughter meant.

Before she could comment any further, her sister's yells started to echo in her head.

Meanwhile, Paige was in the kitchen with her daughters, all three sipping some cocoa while sitting on the stools for the island.

"Mom, I'm so happy you're okay with this..." P.A. said quietly as she took a sip of her steaming beverage.

"I'm not sure 'okay' is the right term, honey. But I know I could never hate you…" Paige answered honestly.

"That's fine for now." P.J. piped up.

"But you guys really have to keep to your promises not to do anything for a while before we tell your father. Okay?" Paige chided.

"Okay!" The twins said in chorus, grinning from ear to ear.

They had been talking for what seemed like ages. The twins told their mother how had they found out about the bond between them was more than just being sisters, even more than twins. They found out in a slightly similar way than Chris had. P.A. and P.J. had been hanging out at their Aunt Phoebe's place while their uncle Coop had been taking a shower. Being the little curious witches that they were, they had sneaked into their Aunt's bedroom and immediately went into search for their uncle's ring. Once in their possession, P.A. had put it on, and as if in some strange trance, she grabbed her sister and kissed her full on the lips. To say that P.J. was shocked would have been the understatement of the century. She had been so startled by her sister's behavior that she had accidentally orbed in place. After weeks of avoiding each other, they eventually realized that they were each other's soul mates. They were blood, they were one.

Paige at first could not believe what she was hearing but no matter how much she wanted to turn a blind eye, she could not help but notice the passion and love with which P.A. told their story. She remembered the 35 hours of labor that she had gone through to give birth to them. P.J. had somehow turned herself into such an awkward position that the doctor's were stumped as how to get her out. If P.A. went out, it would have put P.J. into a more difficult situation. But instead of baby P.A. to want to get out like the doctor had expected her to, she stirred inside and had actually started to push her twin sister accordingly, using some kind of healing power that the doctor had just classified as a miracle. Until now, Paige had wondered why P.A. had never shown any kind of semblance to any healing abilities. It was never a matter of power. It had been their unnatural love that made it possible for both them to be here today.

"I really can't believe how cool you're being about this though, Mom."

"Neither can I. I don't think it's really sunk in yet though. "

"Then I hope it never does…" P.A. added cheekily.

As Paige was about to reply, she heard the familiar jingling of Piper's incessant calls.


Immediately from orbing into the apartment, Chris had politely excused himself to be alone in his room. Once inside, he promptly fell into his bed. He could not help but remember that just moments before, he and his brother had been making out on a similar bed.

He mentally cursed himself for being stupid enough to write such a spell; a spell that apparently lowered his inhibitions to "show his rightful place." So incredibly stupid was he… He smacked himself in the head angrily. That was supposed to give him answers but it didn't! Or did it?

What the hell was he supposed to do now? Tell Wyatt that they should give it a shot? He could picture himself making a fool out himself as he casually asks Wyatt for the time and his undying love and devotion. This should go over well…

Chris groaned again, kicking off his shoes as he tried to get more comfortable. Not only had he created so much mess for himself but because of his little spell, his brother and aunts were looking for a nonexistent demon. How was he supposed to get out of that one? He could not very well just tell them the truth; just as much as he can not just blurt out to Wyatt that they were meant to be together.

Chris had never thought of himself as the kind of guy who would ever be bogged down by the fear of rejection. However, in this case, he knew exactly what he would be missing if Wyatt rejects him. He knew he could not afford that. Magic always had a reason. And after causing this much problems, it better have one hell of a reason. He had to make Wyatt figure it out for himself. How? He did not know yet. All Chris knew was that he had to. That was enough for now. Shortly after, his mind dreamed of another place and time where Wyatt and he were lovers.


David was whistling old show tunes as he handled the dough expertly. He felt completely in tune as he worked quietly. This was his zone and he loved every minute of it. David could not have asked for a better life at this point of his. A job he cherished, family and friends who completely accepted him, and to top it all off, a guy he really thought had some potential.

Wyatt was like the icing to his already triple layered double fudge chocolate cake. Granted that they have only really flirted for just a few days, David knew that there was an undeniable connection between them. Chemistry, as he liked to call it. They had chemistry.

His thoughts started drifting off the blonde, blue-eyed wonder and felt a smile reach to his ears. David wondered if Wyatt was thinking of him now too. Surely he had made some kind of impact on the Twice-Blessed witch. Feeling like a teenage school girl, he sighed softly at the thought of their date the next night. Maybe he should give Wyatt a call tonight just to check…

"MMPH!"

Two claw like arms grabbed him from behind and covered his mouth. He tried to use his superspeed to get away but the demon's grip on him was too strong. David struggled and tried to fight way his out, kicking and elbowing. Another arm came out of nowhere and hit David square on the head with the chef's own baking pan. David's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he passed out, Wyatt's name ringing loudly in his head.


A/N: RuByMoOn17, Stormy322, fairyofmusic, Peya Luna, KB22, criminally charmed, White-Pink-Fluffy-Strawberr..., Briankrause, JayneyHunter, emeralddragonchild

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