Summary: What if Leo hadn't responded to Piper's call to heal Chris soon enough during 'Fantasies of the Flesh' only to find out too late the young Whitelighter's secret?

Authors note: I thought of this story when I caught the rerun after work one day. I hope you enjoy and I will soon post the next chapters to my other Charmed stories.

Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own even the smallest sliver of Charmed. Oh darn for me.

Chapter 9

"Haven't we been here before…?"

Part 2

Wyatt walked toward his brother and his brother's fiancé. Wyatt almost wanted to laugh, when in came to that relationship. He had assigned Bianca to Chris a little over a year ago. He had told her to gain his trust, learn all that you can about him and those closest to him. Bianca had taken it to a whole new level, when Chris had fallen in love. Wyatt was amazed that the plan had worked. Chris was usually so guarded when it came to his feelings. Now it had come full circle.

He would make sure that Chris knew exactly how deep Bianca's betrayal really went. He also planned to make Chris' greatest fear become real. Mel had betrayed him on the same level as Chris if not more. While Chris had always been against Wyatt's quest for power openly, his sister had given him her silent acceptance. She performed the tasks Wyatt gave her and he had been disappointed when he had learned that she opposed him as well. By leading the Resistance against him, while working for him.

To Hell with it, he thought. This was going to end, either with his forgiveness or he would become an only child. He didn't need them!

"They are no threat to me," he spoke and the remnants of his staff shimmered out. Chris' stint in the passed had killed a large number of his counsel, and his rage a few weeks before had also attacked the dwindling number of upper level demons he had on staff.

"Et tu, Chris?" He addressed his brother. "Of all the people to betray me."

"I didn't go back to betray you Wyatt, I went back to save you" Chris pleaded.

Wyatt shook his head and turned away, walking back toward the family Book of Shadows. "Funny, Mel said the same thing! Save me from what? The evil you think turned me? That's always been your problem, Chris. Stuck in the whole good and evil morass. I'm so past that. It's all about power, it's as simple as that."

"And whoever has the most power wins, is that it?" Chris sounded miffed.

"Very good, Chris." Wyatt smirked then threw in a dig. "You are much better at this game than Mel was. She didn't like that answer."

"Neither do I." Chris growled. "Where is she?"

"Around, but lets not rush that reunion." Wyatt found taunting his brother to be even more entertaining than it used to be. Chris was worried; Wyatt could see it in his eyes. "As I was saying. I have forgiven Bianca. I can forgive you as well, if you promise never to cross me again."

"I think you know me better than that."

"Damn it, Chris." Wyatt yelled bringing his fist up, blocking Chris' oxygen telekinetically and bringing the younger man to his knees. "You were doing so well!"

With a grim look to his brother, Wyatt sent Chris flying across the room to crash into a shelving unit. Wyatt was pleased when he groaned and didn't get up right away. This was a lesson Chris was going to remember.

"You promised you wouldn't hurt him!" Bianca suddenly accused.

"What's this?" Wyatt asked as Bianca ran to Chris' fallen side. "I knew he was in love with you but Bianca, you assured me the feeling was not mutual. That it was all part of being undercover."

Chris was gazing into Bianca's eyes when he heard what Wyatt said to her. There was no denying it. She had made him believe, shared his bed, given him strength and assurance to go back and it had all been a lie. Chris could see it in her gaze; Wyatt was speaking the truth.

"Please Chris," she whispered. "I didn't bring you here to die." Chris shrugged her off and rose to his feet. That was it? She wasn't going to deny Wyatt's heartbreaking words?

"Right." Disgusted, Chris turned back to his brother. Wyatt stood still, directly over the loose floorboard he needed to get to. That however, wasn't what made his blood run cold.

Wyatt stood with a battered and dirty young woman before him. His sadistic brother had her back to himself, with one arm around her shoulders, Excalibur gripped in his free right hand. The woman had her head down, blood and dirt was caked in her matted light brown hair that hid her face from Chris. Her clothes were in tatters that exposed a filthy, malnourished, bruised and battered body. Wyatt watched Chris for any sign of recognition, but none came. Wyatt smirked and used the hilt of his legendary sword to lift her face.

Chris gazed into that familiar face. He took in the hallow look and promnant cheekbones, there was bruises everywhere and dried blood running from a gash above her right eye. Her eyes were what caught Chris off guard. They were his sister's blue eyes. Chris wanted to be sick as he gazed into her empty stare. It was obvious that Wyatt had beaten her in body and spirit.

"Mel?" He called. She just gazed hollowly back at him. There was no sign that she had even heard his voice. Chris returned his attention to his smirking brother. "You sick bastard!"

"I told you she wasn't very good with that game." Wyatt mused as he stepped away from Mel, pushing the younger woman toward his phoenix assassin. "She put up a hell of a fight. You would have been proud Chris. Of course once I had destroyed the Resistance the fight just kind of went out of her. A shame really."

"I hate you!" Chris suddenly yelled and tackled his brother. Startled Wyatt dropped Excalibur, and fell to the ground, Chris punching and screaming obscenities at him.

"Enough!" Wyatt bellowed and threw Chris off of him and into the far corner. "I don't need you." He growled choking Chris in mid air and igniting and energy ball. "It's over Chris."

Before Wyatt could unleash the deadly energy ball at Chris, Bianca forced her hand into Wyatt's back, paralyzing him where he stood.

"Whatever, your planning on doing, do it fast." She gasped as Chris struggled to his feet. "I can't hold him long."

Chris took in the situation and dove toward the loose floorboard, pushing the carpet aside, ripping it up and grabbing an old and dirty piece of paper. He quickly recited his Aunt Paige's handwriting.

"Powers of the witches rise,

Course unseen across the sky.

Return my magic, give me back

All that was taken from the attack"

Blue and white light encased him. Chris felt the warm glow as his power was returned to him. Just as he stood up Wyatt managed to release himself by reverse kicking bianca and sending her flying toward and upturned and broken table. Thinking quickly Chris telekinetically shifted her flying body so it would land against the attic wall and not impaled on overturned debris. When she fell to a heap, the wind knocked out of her but alive, Chris turned his gaze back to Wyatt.

Wyatt was on his feet, his blue gaze cold. Excalibur was in his hand, it's lethal tip poised to strike Melinda. It seemed the only thing keeping Mel on her feet was Wyatt's hand on her throat.

"Wyatt don't!"

"You made me do this, Chris."

Before Chris could react, Wyatt plunged the blade into his sister's chest. Mel's eyes widened in pain and shock as she slipped from the blade and Wyatt's grasp, falling to the floor gasping and bloodied.

"NO!!" Chris yelled waving his arm, sending Wyatt flying with all his might. Wyatt's head made contact with the chandler and he fell to the floor unmoving, as well.

Chris fell to his knees next to his sister, pulling her into his lap, and brushing the hair from his eyes. She was struggling to breathe and her eyes were glazed over but no longer vacant.

"I'm so sorry, Mel."

"Finish…what you…started, Chris." She whispered as blood found its way to her lips. "I'm counting…on...you…"

"Not yet, Mel." Chris muttered. "Hold on just a little longer."

Chris had barely noticed that Bianca had run to the book, searching for the spell that could save them all.

"You have to go back, Chris!" Bianca called as Wyatt began to stir. She kneeled down next to him, handing him the spell she had ripped from the book. "Take this with you so he can't send anyone else back."

Chris nodded his thanks, tears filling his eyes as he looked back down at his sister. Leaning down so he could hear her tired and painful whisper.

"I believe…in…you," she coughed and more blood spilled over her lips. "My…hero…" With those final words, Melinda Prudence Halliwell died. Choking on his grief, Chris closed her glassy and vacant eyes, pulling her limp form to him as he cried.

"Chris you have to go!" Bianca roughly pulled Melinda from his grasp and forcing his attention toward a near total conscious Wyatt. "I'll take care of her."

"Thanks," he said gruffly. "Next to Mom, Bianca."

"I'm sorry for everything, Chris."

"Hear these words, hear the rhyme,

Heed the hope within my mind.

Send me back to where I'll find,

What I wish in place and time."

"Haven't we been here before?" Bianca asked as he turned to leave.

"Maybe we will be again." He said as he turned away from her, noticing Wyatt was awake and powering up an energy ball. "Goodbye Bianca."

With that Chris said made a run for the glowing portal to the past, hoping his brother's aim was off. Almost there, he thought, just two more steps.

"NO!" Wyatt yelled unleashing the angry missile catching Chris in the shoulder, and sending him hurtling back to the past. "Damn you!"

Chris felt the energy ball connect with his body. It felt like fire, was tearing into his flesh. Dizzy from the spinning blue of the portal, Chris was thankful when he heard Piper, Phoebe, Paige, and Leo start in surprise at his arrival. Then for the second time that day, he collapsed unconscious upon returning to their presence. Chris welcomed the dark, dreamless state he was enveloped in.

A/N: I don't know when I'm going to post the next chapter. Within the week, I hope. I really want to know what everyone thought of this. Let me know, in a review.