Herrow! Yay next chapter! I'm sorry I took so long. School has been killing me! I am never taking an AP class again! Anyway soo before we get to the story, I got some stuff to say/respond to!

To CharmedSpinOff2009: I wouldn't dream of making Chris weak! He's in a bit of a funk, but he's not weak don't worry :P As for your request for a list of the Charmed Kids' powers, you know, I've been meaning to incorporate their powers and ages into the story, but I'm having a bit of an issue with that, so I'll just post the "notes" I made to myself here! :D

Here ya go!

PIPER's:

Chris: 22, Orbing, Telekinesis, Crushing (hearts), [Spoiler! Soon I'm going to give him a power he never had in the TV Show :D Hint: One of the Charmed Ones has this power!]

Wyatt: 23, Forcefield, Telekinesis, Orbing (turned dark), Conjuring/Summoning (Also has unknown demon powers I'll probably make up as I go along)

PHEOBE's:

Prue: 20, Telepathy, Conjuring

Melinda: 17, Super Strength, Super Speed (later chapters! Spoiler (again) :D)

PAIGE's:

Henry Jr.: 19, Levitation, Premonition, Orbing

Zoey: 16, Exploding, Orbing

Annabeth: 16, Freezing, Healing, Orbing

Mmmm so we left off with Sky about to face her past; Henry's got a plan; We all know Prue has got something against Phoebe; Chris is trying to figure out a thousand things at once (family, how to save the future, how to save himself, his feelings for Sky (:D) and probably other stuff :P) Oh yeah, and Annabeth, Z, and Mel have decided to go on a rescue mission. Meanwhile, Annabeth can't keep her mind off her heart (hehe, if that makes sense) and Piper and Leo are still dealing with the new knowledge of their son that hasn't even been conceived yet. Wow. Lotsa stuff :) Let's get at least some of that cleared up. shall we? I don't own Charmed, or anything else referred to in this story, directly or indirectly. Enjoy! Don't forget to review!

Quick reminder: While everyone is split up, this is in different points of view all in first-person.

For the sisters and Leo and everyone else who went to the Halliwell manor to escape (except Chris of course) it's going to be in Prue's point of view.

For everyone back at headquarters it's going to be in Annabeth's point of view.

And some of this is going to be in Sky's point of view, too.

And now we continue our story... (starting with Chris :P)

I grunted as Wyatt tossed me into a dusty old room with bars on the window. Only my telekinetic skills kept me from getting busted with the rope. He sneered as I glared up at him with my cheek pressed against the dirty floor. "Need a hand getting up, brother?" He waved his hand and I felt my body lift against my will until I was standing with my feet hovering above the air. The feeling only lasted a microsecond-because the next thing I knew I was being slammed by an invisible force into the wall. I clenched my teeth and grunted quietly. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction crying out in pain. Laughing, he released his hold on me and closed the door. I fell back to the floor. That's gonna hurt in the morning. You know. If I live that long. Mentally flinging the rope across the room, I pushed myself off the floor and rubbed by sore cheek. "Bastard," I muttered. I stood at the door and listened for any sign of a guard. Wyatt was arrogant, but he was still smart. Sure enough, I heard the heavy Vader breathing of some oversized demon. Turning my back on the door, I took the time to really get my bearings. I was in a room that obviously hadn't been used in years. Dust shelves hung sadly on the wall, and everything that had once been on them were in old boxes on the floor beneath them. There was a dust bed shoved in the corner, with a rumpled bedspread that used to be white. The barred window had curtains that were stained with I didn't want to know what and holes torn in the ends. I felt a lump in my throat.

Mom. I was in my mother's old room. It felt as if I had just been in there yesterday. Wait... I was in there yesterday. Waking her up in time for breakfast with Phoebe and Paige.

I sighed, remembering all the nights I had run into this room as a child after having nightmares.

"Did you have another nightmare, sweetie?" Mom asked sleepily. I nodded my head meekly, feeing bad for waking her up.

"Can I sleep here tonight, Mom? Please?"

"Of course you can. Your father won't be home until tomorrow anyway."

"Mom, why is Dad always gone?"

Mom sighed. "Well, Chris. People need your dad. He's an angel you know."

Aren't angels supposed to stick around?

Shaking my head, I returned to the present. "I miss you, Mom."

I sat down on the dusty bed and began to think. Okay, I need to get out. How am I going to do that?

My chances of taking the demon down were good-as long as he was alone. Two, maybe three demons I could handle. The problem would be taking them out before any of them managed to sound an alarm. Time to do some thinking.

Clenching my hands in fists, I stepped into the sun room. It was completely clean. I could tell the carpet had been replaced-the whole floor had probably been replaced after the blood bath I had left behind. No bloody footprints. No dead parents. Not even a stain on the old furniture. I honestly had no idea what to think or how to feel. I walked to the middle of the room and collapsed. I just sat there, crossing my legs like a little girl, staring at nothing. Feeling empty, I laid down on the pure white carpet, spreading my hands out beside my head and feeling the fluffy material envelope my arms.

I closed my eyes. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Hot tears filled my eyes. I blinked, and they rolled sideways across my face to the floor. I sniffled, and continued to cry. It was stupid. It was reckless. It was childish. And I did it anyway. I hadn't cried over my family in six years. Not a day went by that I didn't think of them. Not one day did I not blame myself for what happened to them.

"Skylar."

I sniffled and opened my eyes. I thought I heard... No. It couldn't be.

"Sky."

I sat up quickly, looking around the room. No one. "Mom?" I whispered. I knew I was probably just having one of my crazy moments again-and yet I couldn't help falling for it. If I could just hear them once. "Mom? Dad?"

"We're here, baby." I turned and looked behind me, toward where I had thought my father's voice was coming from.

"Where are you guys?"

"We're here. We've always been wherever you are, honey."

I closed my eyes, and suddenly I could picture both of my parents perfectly. It wasn't like they were really there-more like a dream taking place in the room.

"Mom. Dad." My voice broke and their images shimmered as my eyes watered.

"Hi, honey." My mom's warm smile lit up my entire world, and for just a second, I forgot to be sad.

"What are you doing here? Haven't you moved on? Oh no did I do some-"

My dad cut me off. "Relax. We're happy where we are. We came back to help you."

I tried to speak, but it took awhile to get the words out. "I miss you. I need you."

They shook their heads. My mother smiled sadly. "You don't need us anymore, dear. You've grown so strong. I'm so proud of you."

I looked away in shame-if you can do that with your eyes closed. "How can you be proud of me? Of what I've done and what I've become?"

Dad walked in front of me and gracefully dropped to his knees in front of me. "Don't talk like that. You've become a powerful, beautiful woman that fights for what she believes in."

"To make amends for becoming a monster. You saw the things I did. I ruined so many lives. I don't know how you can even look at me."

My mother kneeled next to my dad and grabbed my chin gently. "Do you regret what you did?"

"Of course I do but-"

"Would you change it if you could?"

"That's what I'm trying to do now, but it doesn't change-"

"Skylar," my dad interrupted. "we all make mistakes. Some bigger than others. The difference between the good and the evil ones is who repeats them and who learns from them. You learned from what you did. You pulled yourself out and now you're doing everything you can to fix it. What more can you ask of yourself?"

"Well when you put it like that it sounds good, but-"

"You're a good person, Sky. You were a good person when we found you in that alley-" I winced. "And you're a good person now. You always do the right thing in the end."

I looked at them, feeling broken. "But what if it's not enough? What if it doesn't fix what I did?"

My mom put her hand on my cheek, and suddenly I was a fourteen-year-old girl again. "I know you think so, but you're not alone, honey. You can always find friends if you look hard enough."

"Friends get you killed." I said bitterly. I learned that the hard way. Every person I had ever even shared a smile with seemed to die right in front of me sooner or later.

My parents shook their heads. "No, honey," my mother whispered. "Friends are the only ones that keep you alive."

I balled my fists angrily. "I don't know where to find them!"

Suddenly my parents' forms started to grow fainter. They were fading away. "Follow your heart. We love you."

"No! Please don't leave me!"

All that was left was a soft whisper. "You're not alone." Then I opened my eyes, and they were gone.

"Now what?" I asked Melinda, stuffing a knife in every possible hiding place I had. Two in each boot, one on each hip, one strapped to my back, and two the flats of both of my arms.

"We need a plan." Melinda said, lifting the steel axe over her shoulder like it weighed as much as a meter stick.

"I say we just charge in there, kick some ass, get our family, and get out." Zoey muttered as she loaded bullets into one of her many rigged hand guns.

I stepped away nervously. Ever since what happened with Percy guns made me jumpy. Zoey noticed my look and grimaced sheepishly. "Sorry, Annabeth. This one's rigged with the hollow bullets." She doesn't look it, but Zoey was great with weapons. She was constantly modifying normal mortal weapons to attack demons. Her latest invention was hollow glass bullets that were enchanted to be filled with whatever potion we poured into it. It never broke until it made contact with a solid object. This one was less innocent-proof than the others, but it was still pretty nifty. Still, me and guns... Not a great combination.

I shrugged, trying to ease the stiff tension in my shoulders. "I don't care," I lied. She frowned at me as if she knew that wasn't true.

"Zoey, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but that plan will get us all killed." At least Melinda has her wits about her.

Zoey actually pouted. I hadn't seen that since we were kids. "Why not, though? No matter what we do, we're likely to get killed. Our parents used to do it. They busted into demon hordes all the time!"

"Look where it got them." I muttered angrily. I instantly regretted it at the hurt look she gave me. "I'm sorry. It's just, I don't think that's a viable strategy anymore."

"Either of you have a better idea?" She huffed. Melinda and I exchanged looks. Her eyes seemed to say, You're the smart one. Whatcha got?

I looked up to the sky. "I got nothing."

Melinda's shoulders sagged just a little. "He'll be prepared for us trying to pass ourselves off as mortals. I don't see any other option."

Zoey whooped. "Storm the castle it is!"

I couldn't help myself. Living with the two most positive girls in the world rubbed off even on the most jaded people. I cracked a smile and grabbed my sisters' hands. "Let's go kick some demon ass."

"Chris so owes us!" Melinda said brightly.

Let's just hope we all live long enough to collect.

No way! Leo thought desperately.

It's way too dangerous! I agreed.

Look, you guys. We are seriously running out of options here. We're chained to a wall in our own basement. Wyatt has no love for me or Prue, and he doesn't know who you are. But if he did, he won't kill you. Not right away, at least.

Henry, you're insane! Paige thought angrily.

Love you, too, Mom. He grumbled. Anyway, it'll work. Wyatt is all about power. If he can get you to join his side, he'll use you until he doesn't need you anymore.

And that's helpful, how?Phoebe thought. I refrained from rolling my eyes.

It buys us time. I thought. He'll want to talk to them.

But he's not going to do it in front of us, Henry thought. I could feel the doubt creeping into his thoughts.

If we could figure out a way to get out of these chains we wouldn't have to worry about it. I thought.

Do you think you could conjure something? He asked me.

Maybe. But I wouldn't be able to do much. My hands are chained. How would I use any objects?

Henry made an excited sound through his gag. I have an idea. Can you conjure a key and hold it in your hand? I strained to look at him, but he was right next to me, and it hurt to turn my neck so far.

Yeah... Why?

Trust me. We're going with my plan. Prue, can you communicate into Wyatt's mind?

WHAT? No way!

We have to get him down here! We need to stick with my plan!

For the first time since she had suggested I link our minds, Piper spoke up. What about us? We'll never join him. How do you plan on getting us out alive?

Henry looked at them with his intense eyes. I couldn't see them, but I could somehow feel it. We go in, fight with you, and hope we all make it out alive.

NO, Leo thought firmly. It's too dangerous. I'm not letting any of you go in there!

Henry strained to face me, and I turned toward him as best as I could. I could now see his eyes. He didn 't have to think it. Understanding passed between us. His eyes flickered in Phoebe's direction, and I nodded reluctantly.

What are you two doing? Piper asked in that suspicious voice I remember loving as a child.

I turned in her direction. Trust us. We're gonna make sure you get out. No matter what. Of course, we'll need your fire power.

Of course... But what are you planning? Her face was filled with concern.

Don't worry.

Prue, Phoebe projected to me. I don't like the way that sounds. That sounds like what someone would say before their last stand.

I gritted my teeth. I never said this was the last stand.

I'm an empath. I know what you're feeling. Please, do not try to sacrifice yourself.

What would YOU know about sacrifice? I hissed harshly into her mind. She flinched.

What do you-

Before she could ask the question I knew would set me off, I imagined the tubes linking our minds shattering. It worked. Everyone but me winced as they felt the link break.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Focus. I opened my eyes and tensed as if I was getting ready to yell out loud. HEY WYATT! WHY DON'T YOU COME FACE YOUR FAMILY LIKE A MAN, YOU LITTLE TRAITOR?

We waited. And waited. Time seemed to drag to a halt as I waited for some kind of response. I was almost afraid I didn't get through. Just as I was about to try again, the door at the top of the stairs leading to the kitchen opened. I squinted as a sliver of light landed right on my eyes I hadn't realized it was still daylight outside. Must be late afternoon. My sinister cousin walked leisurely down the stairs, as if he had all the time in the world. I glared at him as he approached me. "You know," he said casually, "if you weren't family, I would have already killed you. You should show a little more respect."

Instead of responding in the way I wanted to, I shot my eyes down to my gag and looked back at him quickly.

He seemed to think on it. "Oh, very well." The gag yanked itself off of me. I bit my cheek to refrain from showing any sign of pain. We couldn't afford weakness right now.

"Thanks," I muttered angrily.

"What do you want, little cousin?"

I took a deep breath and locked eyes with the four disguised figures in the corner. Without taking my eyes off them, I addressed Wyatt. "You have some special visitors."

If he was puzzled, it didn't show in his voice or his face. "What do you mean?" He asked lightly.

I nodded to them. No going back. Piper, Phoebe, Paige, and Leo all snapped their fingers. Piper, who had chosen to be a much bigger woman than she was, slipped through her chains and fell to the ground. With superior demon-fighting skill, she managed to land on her feet with her knees bent. She stood up to face him defiantly. She looked strong and emotionless, but I knew from her thoughts that that mask could crumble any second now.

And I was actually starting to believe nothing surprised you. I fought the smirk pulling at my lips and managed to keep my face expressionless. Not taking her eyes off Wyatt, Piper aimed her hands toward Leo and blew his chains to pieces. She did the same for her sisters.

Paige and Phoebe supported each other awkwardly while giving Wyatt the broken-puppy eyes. Leo looked completely guilty, and I just knew he was blaming all this on himself. Only Piper looked defiant. And that's why she's always been the leader, whether they knew it or not.

"Mo..." Wyatt cleared his throat. "Piper? What are you doing here?"

Piper's face took on an expression that was a combination of offense and scorn. "Is that any way to greet your mother?"

"Leo. And Phoebe. Paige."

"Oh, Wyatt." Phoebe choked.

Wyatt clenched his fist- which for Mr. Stoic was the equivalent of throwing a temper tantrum as far as I was concerned. "Did Chris bring you here?" He asked through his teeth. I raised my eyebrows. Henry, your crazy plan just might work.

"No."

He waited. She didn't offer anything more.

"Well?"

"Well?" She mimicked.

Wyatt grinded his teeth. Then he gave his chilling smile. "I missed you, mother. You were always... Amusing."

Piper clenched her fist. "So, what now?"

Wyatt smiled and began pacing. "Ah, that is indeed the question. What now?"

Piper sighed. Her shoulders slumped, and her defiant expression changed to a weary mask of pain. "I just want to get out of here. Can you get us home?" My eyes widened and I shot her an urgent look. What are you doing? I mouthed.

She responded to me out loud. "Look, this is your battle. I just want to go home." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Piper never gave up on us. She fought for us with her final breath. What happened?

Wyatt studied her for a long time. Everyone was looking at her as if she'd just grown an extra head, but she kept her tired eyes on Wyatt. Finally, he gave her his icy smile. "I have the power to do that. But of course, nothing comes free."

She sighed. "What do you want?"

His eyes lit up and I swear I could see the evil little gears turning in his twisted head. "I just need some assistance on a little project. I could use your exploding ability."

"Is that all?"

"I'll need Phoebe's levitation ability, as well."

Piper turned to Phoebe. "She'll do it. Right, Phoebe?"

Phoebe blinked. "Piper, are you insane? He's evi-"

"Phoebe. This is not our fight. Let's just go home." I noted that neither me nor Wyatt could see her expression. Phoebe stared at Piper for a long time, then finally nodded her head stiffly.

"Excellent!" Wyatt grinned. No way is he this naive? I mean, he must suspect something. He turned to Henry and me. "Well, I have no use for you two. Sweet dreams."

"What? No!"

Too late. Already I felt my eyes growing heavy, and suddenly the chains were supporting much more of my body weight. I could feel Henry slipping next to me. All I had time to think was, Why my family? Then everything went black.

I'm sorry this took so long. School has been whipping my butt. I tried to make this chapter long so you guys would have enough to hold you over till the next one! Thanksgiving Break is coming up :) Maybe as a little holiday gift I'll work extra extra hard to get the next one posted ASAP! Thanks for waiting! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! The more reviews I get, the more homework I'll put off to write for you guys XD (I'm dead serious.) REVIEW!