Plutobaby494: Well, here you guys go!! I promised I'd hurry with this chapter, so I did!! Hope you like, this will be a very emotional chapter, soo…

Disclaimer: I still do not own Charmed!! Just this plot and Mason!!

ON WITH THE FICCIE

Chapter 10

The air was cold in the dark caverns of the underworld. It was still, as the looming crevasses jutted upward and the sandy floors laid trampled from various demons over the centuries.

The quiet was broken by a demon shimmering in, he swore and kicked the sandy floors, sending dirt in all directions. His black pants got covered, sending another fit of rage up his being.

"I'd watch that temper if I were you, Duke. It could get you into a world of trouble" A sinister voice sounded, echoing across the cavern.

The demon, Duke, scowled but put his hands back down next to his waist, his fist clenched.

"Yes" he said, his voice strained.

Another being shimmered into the cavern, appearing right in front of Duke. He was older his hair graying with age, and his skin stretched over his wrinkly face. Duke suppressed the urge to throw an energy ball at the old man, sending his arrogant soul to the wastelands.

"Now, what went wrong?" the elder demon asked, his voice going commanding. Duke scowled again, again ignoring the plea to kill the old buggard. Who did he think he was?

Duke sighed; he still needed the old man if his plan was to work. He just had to deal with him for a few more years, than he could kill him. Not before.

"Well, has your tongue been cut off? What did you do wrong?" the old man asked, anger radiating off his voice.

"I did nothing, there was someone else in the house, someone you missed" Duke sneered, his fingernails drawing black blood in his palms.

"I did not miss anyone, only the whitelighter and the child. You were supposed to kill the child. Or was something not clear?" the old man yelled.

Duke saw red. "Than why did I have to fight for my life with two elder men, witches, and powerful ones at that?!! I only just got out with my life, you old buzzard" he yelled.

The elder demon stopped in his tracks, rage still apparent on his face. Older witches, how was this? The Charmed One's did not have any brothers, or adult male children. What were these witches doing in the manor?

"Witches you say, well did you get a good look" he asked, bringing a wrinkly hand up to stroke his face.

"Of course I did, fighting for my life" Duke yelled, outraged at the stupid man.

"Yes, I heard you the first time, but what did they look like?" the elder one asked, annoyance on his face.

Duke huffed, but answered the question.

"One was older, 18 or 19 I think, curly blonde hair, strong build" Duke rattled on. The elder demon tapped his foot impatiently.

"The younger one looked 14, again blonde but did not have curly locks, like the first one. Looked kinda wimpy if you ask me" Duke said, going into a thoughtful pause.

"They don't match any witches close to the Charmed Ones, so they must be innocents" the elder demon said.

Duke suddenly got a cautious look on his face. "Hey, what if he's like that witchlighter, the one that came back from the future and killed a bunch of Demons?"

The elder demon looked skeptically at him, "Like that would happen again" he scoffed immediately dismissing the idea.

Duke scowled, angry that the old man thought so little of his ideas.

"We'll wait till they leave than resume out attack on the child" the elder muttered. Duke raised his dark eyebrows.

"You know it seems as if I am the only one doing work around here" Duke muttered, quietly. Not meaning to have the old man to hear it.

"Watch you tongue boy, I am centuries older than you and have more powers than you'll ever dream of" the elder man said, than shimmered out.

Duke just smiled maliciously. "You see that's where you underestimate me old man! I can dream pretty big" he said.

A girl walked around the corner, and next to Duke.

"We should just kill him, he's of no use to us" she said, flicking her bleach blonde hair to the side.

"Unfortunately that's where you're wrong. We do need the old buzzard, once we get his powers than our dream of ruling the underworld will be one step closer" Duke said.

"Than we'll kill him?" Nina asked, like a child. She liked the torture that Duke could produce.

Duke smirked, and walked to her. Wrapping his arms around her petite waist, he kissed her passionately.

"Don't worry Nina, all in due time" he said, than shimmered out his lover in his arms.

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Mason looked up from the Book of Shadows that he had been leafing through; at the sound of orbs and watched as the form of his eldest brother appear. The attic went silent, the only sounds breaking it was Chris's soft baby noises. The tension was thick.

Wyatt set Chris down on the soft rug, laying the babe on his butt. Chris kicked for a moment and fell backwards. He than turned his small body so that he was lying on his stomach and shuffled a few feet, crawling on his hands and knees, than looked back.

Wyatt couldn't help but smile sadly, and Mason having also been watching came over.

"You know, Mom used to say that Chris was the best thing that happened to her. I was always jealous" Mason said bitterness clear in his voice. He walked over to the small pink couch that his mother would never get rid of.

Even though Mason had said it as a question, he didn't expect an answer.

"Can you believe it? I was jealous of someone who wasn't even there, but even from the grave it seemed as if Chris could do nothing wrong. It always felt like I was fighting a losing battle"

"And now look at me, envious of a five month old baby" Mason finished, not taking his eyes off Chris.

Wyatt, who hadn't looked up from Chris also since the beginning of Mason's monologue, finally shifted over to his other brother.

"Why would you be jealous of Chris?" Wyatt asked, incredulously.

"Everyone in the family went wrong after Chris. Aunt Paige killed herself hunting every demon that she could get her hands on, Mom quit her destiny and seemingly gave up on life. Chris made such an impact in the five years he was alive than I have in fourteen I have been. Even after he died, he could do nothing wrong in anyone's eyes. It's hard to compare to that" Mason said, folding his hands together in his lap and looking at them, an ashamed look on his face.

Wyatt walked over and sat down, wrapping an arm around Mason's shoulder.

"Chris wouldn't want you to be jealous of him" Wyatt said, softly.

"Of course he wouldn't, he's perfect" Mason said, bitterness creeping back into his voice.

"I am serious. I remember when Mom first told us that she was pregnant with you. Chris was so excited, truth be told, I think he hated being the baby of the family. He couldn't wait to pass on the title to someone else" Wyatt said, a smile on his face.

Mason raised his eyebrows, disbelievingly.

"It's true. He was so protective too. He always tell mom that she shouldn't do that, that she'd hurt his baby brother. For a while I was jealous" Wyatt continued, watching as Mason smiled, tearfully.

"The day you were born, though I don't think that Chris had ever been more excited. Because of a few minor complications, everyone except dad had to wait in the waiting room. Chris marched up to everyone in the room, family or not, and told everyone that his baby brother was coming. And when you were finally brought out, Chris he…

"He what?" Mason asked, hooked on the story.

"He smiled and proclaimed that this was his baby brother, and I have never seen Chris with a smile bigger on his face than that day" Wyatt finished, watching as Mason's eyes filled with tears. He looked back over to Chris who had found some of his toys that had been left in the attic.

"He loved you so much, and sometimes I forget that you never got the chance to meet him" Wyatt said, after a minute of silence.

Mason sniffed, "Is it horrible that I don't remember him? You keep saying that you have these vivid memories of Chris, but I don't. I don't even remember his face, only have seen them from pictures"

"No, it's not" Wyatt said lovingly. He griped Mason's hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

Mason smiled, and their argument flying back to him. His throat contracted when he remembered the look of pain that Wyatt had displayed.

Guilt ripped at his being, when he remembered the hateful words that were spoken, mostly by himself.

He looked at his elder brother, wanting, no needing to apologize.

"Wy, I'm so sorry about that stupid fight, about what I said. I don't know, it all of a sudden just came out and I…

Wyatt smiled, giving his brother's hand anther squeeze. "We both said things we didn't mean"

Mason needed to say more, what he said, was just down right hurtful and he wished he could go back and take it all away.

"I want to save him, I really do, and I didn't just come to keep you out of trouble—

"I know, Mas. I shouldn't have egged you on and I should've realized that you would have some different feelings" Wyatt said. This was as close to an apology that Mason would get.

Mason didn't say anything after that, turning back to Chris. He was sitting on his butt again, chewing on the corner small foam block. Drool fell down his face, as his toothless gums gnawed on the blunt corner of the green block.

Wyatt looked at his also, the room plunging into silence.

Chris gurgled, throwing the block away from his mouth, finally being done with it. He looked around at the toys that he had orbed from his playpen and passed them all up, not wanting to play with any of them. He looked around the room, and something caught his attention.

Getting to his hands and knees, he crawled over towards the open door of the attic, trying to make an escape.

Wyatt quickly stood, running after the fast toddler. He picked up before he could even make it to the door and gently scolded him.

"No, no. You can't get out that way. You could hurt yourself going down those stairs" he said cuddling Chris's body. Chris made a noise that sounded close to annoyance, and kicked his feet in protest. Wyatt laughed and gently set Chris down again in the blue playpen, orbing his toys over to him.

"There you go, squirt" he said, ruffling Chris's hair and smiling at him. Chris just picked up one of his discarded toys and stared at it, boredly.

Mason stood and walked over.

"He's sure a fast one" he said, having watched it all. Wyatt chuckled, still gazing at Chris.

"I am just glad he didn't think to orb, would've been a hell of a lot harder to catch" Wyatt said.

Mason nodded, and the room went back to silence, only being broken by Chris's soft movements.

"I wonder how mom dealt with it" Wyatt muttered, "Having three magical children"

"She's a strong woman, mom is" Mason said. Her face after the argument came back to him, and he screwed up his face in confusion.

After Wyatt had orbed out, he could not understand Wyatt's strange words. How had Chris, who had been dead most of Wyatt's life, saved him? He had gone to the attic trying to find answers. He still hadn't found any!

He gazed at Wyatt solemnly. Why not just get it from the source?

"Hey Wy, what did you mean when you said that Chris 'saved you'? Mason asked, the question making his head hurt.

Wyatt looked at him in confusion. "What?!"

"When you orbed out, I asked you what Chris had done to be put so highly in your favor, what did you mean when you said that he saved you?" Mason asked cautiously, realizing that he was headed into dangerous territory here. They had just made up!

"Oh" Wyatt said, running a hand through his curly blonde hair. This was the one question that he had hoped, Mason wouldn't ask him. It brought up painful memories.

He walked back over to the pink couch, realizing that he would need to sit down for his one.

"Before, you or even Chris was born. A man came back from the future, and saved me from turning evil. He died to make sure that I was good, and I owe him everything" Wyatt said vaguely.

Mason raised his eyebrows in confusion, what did this have to do with Chris? Wyatt sat up and pulled the picture back out of his pocket.

"This is the man" Wyatt said, holding the picture out to Mason.

Mason walked over and pulled the picture from Wyatt's fingers, confusion still etched on his face. Folding open the paper, he stared at the man and baby in the future, recognizing baby Wyatt.

He looked at the man getting an odd sense of déjà vu, and sat down.

"That looks like…

"Chris" Wyatt finished Mason's sentence. Mason nodded, and Wyatt sighed.

"That's because it is"

Mason looked up at Wyatt, a disbelieving look on his face.

"How is that possible?" he asked.

"He came back from the future, like us. You know the triquetra that we came through; did you ever wonder who drew it? Wyatt asked, in a sardonic tone.

"Mom and Dad never erased it. I guess they wanted to keep a part of him around"

"Why didn't they tell me, why didn't you tell me? Mason asked, a look of betrayal appearing on his face. This would've made a world of difference.

"Mom never told me, I accidentally found out, by finding that picture" Wyatt said pointing to it. "I didn't tell you because… I… had some delusion that I was protecting you. It was hard enough for me to learn, I wanted to save you from that pain"

Mason looked back to the man in the picture, than over to the baby in the playpen. So that's what Chris would have looked like. He had always wondered; if Chris had lived, what would he look like? Now he knew.

"That's why, I gotta save him. I have to make this right" Wyatt said, making Mason look up at him. Wyatt eye's had tears running down them, and now Mason realized the fuel that had always fired Wyatt's mission to save Chris.

Guilt. He had never forgiven himself for Chris's death.

"Wy, it's not your fault, any of it. Chris's death was a horrible accident" Mason said handing the picture back to Wyatt, who pocketed it.

"No, Mason. Don't you see? It is my fault. If I had just woken up, or played with him more, Chris would still be here. He'd be alive" Wyatt said, tears falling down his face. He buried his face into his hands, as sobs racked his body.

Mason didn't think, he just reacted. Reaching forward he pulled his older brother into his arms and hugged him.

"No it's not, Wy. You were seven and not responsible for Chris. He was his own person. If you're going to blame someone for his death, than blame the one who killed him. Blame Duke, because it's not your fault"

Wyatt didn't say anything but just cried, letting his fourteen year old brother hold him as he sobbed into Mason's shoulder.

"It's not your fault" Mason muttered quietly, every so often.

For a while they both just sat there, Wyatt's sobs quieted and he sniffed. Mason rubbed circles into Wyatt's back, just like their mom used to do when they were little. When they needed to be comforted after a bad dream or when Mason fell and skinned his knee.

Wyatt gingerly pulled away from Mason, and smiled sheepishly.

"I'm sorry" he said, a small smile forming on his face in embarrassment.

"Wy, you have nothing to be sorry for, nothing" Mason said, implying what he said in his earlier argument. Wyatt just smiled.

"We'll save him, no demon is getting our brother" Mason said. Wyatt smiled and nodded in agreement. They both looked over to Chris, who was still playing with his toys in his blue playpen, oblivious to the emotions that were going on in the room.

"Oh and Mason" Wyatt said. Mason looked over at him.

"If anyone ever asks… this never happened" Wyatt said.

Mason smirked, knowing his brother hated these gushy mushy moments.

"You got it"

TO BE CONTINEUD

Plutobaby494: This was my attempt at pulling some heartstrings, did it work?

And yes, I did get the title from Dean and Sam in Supernatural!! It was too cute not to include and it fit with my story, so…

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