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Chapter 10

Chris TK'ed another energy ball back at the demons as they shimmered out, letting the ball hit the back of the cave. Chris's eyes flew around in a wild panic, as he searched for his attackers.

But the alcove was empty except for him. He ran his hands through his hair, his bangs flying backwards against his head than falling into his eyes once more. Had they just given up? Where the heck did they go?

His shoulder erupted in pain as a low voltage energy ball hit his shoulder and he cursed his stupidity at letting his guard down.

He fell to his knees, as he hissed in pain. His shoulder felt like it was on fire. Using his good arm he stood, facing the demons.

One of the demons, the leader obviously, snarled at him, rage apparent in his black soulless eyes.

"We've come for revenge witch!"

Chris didn't respond to the demon's taunts, having heard that speech before. He threw out his hands wordlessly and watched as the demons were thrown backwards, hitting the ridged wall of the cave.

The demon's stood quickly, their bodies having no outward appearance that they had been hurt by the crash into wall.

They sent out another course of energy balls and Chris had to dive to avoid them. He climbed to his feet again and threw out his arm, sending a telekinetic pulse at the demons.

The demons shimmered out just in time, letting the wall of energy hit the back of the cavern.

They shimmered back in but his time Chris was expecting it and he sent out another pulse, not giving the demons enough time to defend from his attack.

They went crashing into the wall yet again.

"Come on, I'm getting a little bored here" Chris taunted, a mischievous smirk on his face. Demons were so easy to anger, it was funny. And when people were angry their moves were sloppy and easy to predict.

The leader snarled and stood, rage coursing through his being.

"You'll regret your words, witch" he growled, confidence in his angry tone.

Chris just rolled his eyes, fueling the demons anger.

"Like I haven't heard that before, you demons are all the same. Get some originality man" Chris cried, poking fun.

The leader roared in rage, and let loose an energy ball. Chris deflected it, sending in the opposite direction.

All four demons sent an energy ball towards the witchlighter, and Chris had to dive in order not to get hit, again. He ignored the searing pain in his shoulder and the blood he could feel running down his back, and stood shakily.

The adrenaline that had powered his last few movements was waning and he felt exhaustion start to settle in. He ignored his aching limbs and threw out his right arm, ready for this fight to end. A lightning bolt flew from his hand and shot towards the demons.

They shimmered out gain and Chris groaned,

"Ok, this shimmering in and out is really getting old" he cried in annoyance and turned around ready to vanquish these demons.

He was surprised when he found himself alone in the cavern, and raised his eyebrows. Did he finally scare them off?

He relaxed his body after a minute and winced as the pain in his shoulder came back full force after having blocked it.

Chris reached back on his shoulder blade and pulled forward slightly to access the damage. He sighed in relief when he found only a light flesh wound. It was small but it hurt.

He groaned when he realized his brother or his father would have to heal it, and that would be an uncomfortable chat. The wound was in the exact position on the backside of his shoulder so that he couldn't reach it. But it needed to be bandaged or healed before infection set in.

And than Wyatt would really have cause to worry. He sighed again when he remembered his family and the reason he was hiding in his cave in the first place. The Golden Gage Bridge, his favorite thinking spot would be the first place his brother would check. They hadn't been to this spot in years, and he hoped Wyatt had forgotten.

He just needed to be alone with his thoughts right now. And as much as he loved his brother, Wyatt would only worry his head off. Sometimes Chris thought Wyatt could put their mother to shame, with all that worrying he did over him. He loved to tease Wyatt about it and was playfully cuffed over the head every time.

The smile that had appeared on his face, faded as he remembered the fight they had before taking refuge here.

"What the hell is the matter with you?"

"Are you so damn selfish, that you need to hide things like that?"

You really don't think, do you? You almost died!"

Chris's face screwed in anger as he remembered his brother's words. It's not like he meant to get hurt, he didn't go into the fight with a death wish. But what was he supposed to do, just ignore it. Let the Demon do whatever sick thing he wanted with Baby Wyatt or himself, or possibly let his aunt get hurt. His Dad had already been knocked unconscious.

"You did it once"

Guilt chewed at him when he remembered his words. Yes he meant them, but he shouldn't have said them. Wyatt didn't deserve them.

He was so busy lost in his thoughts and continuing to check his wound that he didn't notice a demon shimmer in until it was too late.

Chris's body jerked as the low voltage energy ball his connected with his already wounded shoulder. The force sent him flying across the room and into the side of the cave.

He hit the cave wall and fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. His head swam and the world spun when he tried to move. He put his hand on the back of his head where his head had hit the wall. He pulled back and felt the blood on his fingers, guessing he had a concussion to go along with his numerous other injuries.

Before he could do anything, the demon threw a small vial at him. Chris watched with sluggish movements as the small glass shattered on the wall above his body, sending his senses into high alert.

A cloud of smoke puffed around him and his world fell into darkness.

The lone demon that had thrown the potion walked forward and grabbed the unconscious Chris, slinging him over his shoulder.

He shimmered out, leaving only a small puddle of blood and potion remains, and footprints in the sandy beach as evidence that the fight had ever happened.

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Wyatt watched as his mother put a cold depressant against his father's forehead in silence. Leo was still unconscious but he had been moved (with the help of his teenage son) into the living room, and onto the large couch.

Piper sat on the floor in front of the couch, lightly pressing an ice pack up against her husband's head. Phoebe had gone upstairs to check on Paige, confident that Piper was ok in her son's hands. Wyatt himself stood across the room, silently watching.

Leo groaned and his eye lids fluttered, finally coming out of his involuntary sleep. He opened his eyes, and felt muggy for a moment, the concussion making his head throb.

Wyatt smiled sadly, "Morning, sleepyhead" he said.

Wyatt winced at his own words, remembering the greetings that his mother would sometimes give both her sons, when they woke up.

He looked disoriented and confused for a second, wondering why he was on the couch, and why he went to sleep. Memories flashed back to him, and he shot up in panic looking around the room.

"The demon… where did…

He broke off, holding his head as the room spun dangerously. Piper pushed him back down, and said in a soothing tone.

"We took care of him, don't worry"

Wyatt winced again at the lie, but realized that telling Leo the truth would do more bad than good. He decided to add more, seeing his father's worried gaze.

"Don't worry, pops we got him. You should rest, you may be immortal but a good knock to the head can't feel too good" he said, smiling.

"Where's Phoebe and Paige" he asked, lying back, but not all too ready to give up his worry.

"Upstairs resting, like you should be" Piper answered, a smile on her face.

"And Wyatt and Chris?" he asked.

Piper smiled, and pointed over to the playpen that had again been moved. How many times had they moved that thing today?

Baby Wyatt was standing over baby Chris, looking solemnly at his father. Chris was lying down, contentedly chewing on a foam block.

A small knock caught there attention and both Phoebe and Paige came into the room, each sitting on the couch across from them.

Phoebe's shoulder was bandaged sloppily, and Leo looked at the blood that was seeping out of the bandage.

He stood up shakily, and ignored his wife's attempts at making him lay back down. He still had a duty to do. Walking over he held his hands over the wound and healed it, unwrapping the bandage.

He sat down on the other side of them and Piper took the place that Leo had just evacuated. Wyatt remained standing, leaning against the wall.

Phoebe smiled in thanks, and slumped back against the couch, her thoughts taking her.

She remembered a muted fight between Chris and Wyatt, and than an explosion. She was half tempted to run back in to see what all the commotion was, but when the voices continued she left them alone. When she saw the spot where the grandfather clock was supposed to be, she raised an eyebrow. The pieces were scattered around the floor, and it had not been broken when she first came into the kitchen. She'd have to ask the boys about it later.

But she had to hand it to Chris, even without powers he was a powerful adversary, and creative to boot. He had taken out two full grown demons with just a picture frame.

They fell into light conversation, Phoebe telling the rest of the family full details about what started the fight.

Wyatt shifted slightly, as he cast out his sensing power. It was time to find his wayward brother.

He knew that Chris could take care of himself, and most of the lower level demons that wandered around the underworld were no match for his baby brother. But that didn't stop him from worrying.

Chris has always been reckless, which was ironic because of all the brains he had. He should use some of that common sense that was buried deep within him.

In his own right, Chris was powerful. Sure he didn't have as many powers as him but he had brains and a sharp tongue to back him up.

When Chris put up his shields, noting short of a summoning spell could find him. But he never really disappeared from the radar, his 'aura' was still detectable, just his location was scattered.

The only reason Wyatt shouldn't be able to feel his brother would be if he was dead. There bond was strong enough to sense each other, even in the underworld.

So when Chris's 'aura' disappeared, Wyatt's full on worry mode went on full alert.

He shut his eyes, and cast out his sensing powers harder, willing Chris to appear again. He shut out the rest of the world and concentrated on finding his brother.

"Where's Chris?!" Leo asked, looking around the room, not seeing his youngest son. He looked at the baby versions of his sons in the blue playpen.

Piper looked to her feet and Phoebe looked at older Wyatt, who still had his eye's closed, before looking back ay her brother-in-law.

Piper remembered when Wyatt had come in the kitchen alone, helping them move Leo but she had not seen Chris come in. And Phoebe had left to see if Paige was alright.

Leo looked at his eldest on curiously. Wyatt looked like he was sleeping upright. The only thing that proved this thought wrong was the tightening crease in his brow and the frown on his face.

"Wyatt—

Wyatt shocked them all by orbing out in the middle of his father's question, his body disappearing from view.

Piper stared at the spot her son had just evacuated in confusion.

"Where did he go?" she asked worriedly, rounding on her husband. Both Phoebe and Paige looked at him.

Leo shut his eyes and cast out his own sensing powers, searching for his son.

"Golden Gate Bridge" he said, opening his eyes.

Piper nodded satisfied with his answer. She walked over to the blue playpen and picked up her youngest son, cradling him in her arms.

"He went to talk to Chris" she said, at everyone's confused glance. She had heard their fight and figured Wyatt would go settle it. After all, the bridge was like a second home to the other Chris?

"We should give them some time" Phoebe continued for her sister, seeing Leo's face. He wanted to help. "They had a pretty big fight"

Piper nodded in agreement and shifted Chris to the side. She reached down and picked up Wyatt than set him back down, grabbing his small hand.

"I'll go put the boy's down. I think they've had enough excitement for today" Piper said leading the out of the room, towards the stairs.

Leo nodded and rubbed his throbbing head, he was immortal but a hit to the head still hurt. Phoebe and Paige glanced at him sympathetically.

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Wyatt landed on one of the red beams of the Golden Gate Bridge. He looked around quickly, hoping he would find a sulking Chris that had somehow completely blocked himself from his power. Like his other self before him, this was his favorite place.

He cursed loudly when he found it empty, kicking the side of the beam in his frustration and worry. He collapsed, his hands falling onto the beam supporting himself and looked out at the bustling city of San Francisco, a look of despair on his face.

"Where are you, Chris?" he whispered, only to have it lost in the raging winds.

TO BE CONTINUED

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