On the Edge

A warm glow of pinks came through the attic windows as the sun was rising. Curled up on one of the antique couches, Prue was nestled nicely in one of her nephew's oversized sweatshirts and under her old quilt. Prue was the only one left awake in the attic, Patience was curled up on the same couch as her aunt completely asleep. Slumped completely over a book, Chris was quietly mumbling in his sleep. Prue's thumb was pressed against her temple as she lightly rested on her arm and lazily waved her fingers. The book of shadows rested comfortably in her lap, pages magically flipping every few seconds. The candles on the nearby table were flickering, fighting their impending doom because burning all night they had succumb to becoming a puddle of melted wax. Prue used the sleeve of the sweatshirt to wipe away a few of the tears running down her cheek.

"Are you crying?" Cole had appeared sitting on the armrest of the couch above Patience's head. Prue threw her hand across her chest quickly and defensively, sending the book of shadows flying across the attic. The book landed with a loud thump under one of the many bookcases. Chris popped up sleepily mumbling fighting words but never opening his eyes but Prue gently patted his shoulder and he slumped back over.

"Damn it Cole, do you have to sneak up on people like that." Prue snapped at him.

"Sorry, I don't make much noise anymore. Also I'm not use to people being able to you know see and hear me." Cole shrugged. "Though sometimes I'm sure that Phoebe can sense me and I know that Piper knows I'm around on occasion."

"Why does Piper know?" Prue whispered as she ran one of her fingers underneath her eyes slowly trying to blink away the remaining tears.

"I came to her once to help save her and Leo's love. So she knows I'm in the void between life and death." Cole bent down to blow the candles out of their misery.

"Why are you though?" Prue asked.

"A lot of things have happened since your time." Cole responded without meeting her eyes.

"So I've gathered." Prue stared at the book of shadows and with one swoop wave the book glided back over to the podium.

"Is that why you were crying?" Cole ventured again.

"Since when did you become so caring? We've never gotten along." Prue tugged on the quilt to cover up her niece.

"We did sometimes. And you and I we have a lot in common." Cole got up and started pacing around the room.

"How do we have a lot in common?" Prue snorted in disbelief. Though she was glad there was someone else in this strange vast future from the past that wasn't an active character, she couldn't believe she had that much in common with Cole.

"We never got over our first loves and our family has moved on without us. Not to mention we were both significantly powerful." Cole smiled recklessly at the last part as he winked at Prue. Patience twitched burying her head under her arms as the sunlight streamed in.

"They did well without me." Prue sighed studying the attic and her niece and nephew. It was Cole's turn to snort.

"It almost destroyed them. Piper fell to pieces, almost got Phoebe and myself killed on her vendetta trying to kill all the evil in San Francisco. It took her years to recover though she hid it well. She spent weeks trying to summon you, to talk to you but the powers that be wouldn't allow it. And Phoebe, my poor Phoebe between your death and my well, let's call it my demise, I'm thankful she didn't just destroy herself. She gave up on love, she was a hallow shell of emotion which you know is nothing like her. And I know you never knew Paige, but let me tell you, your youngest sister is an annoying soul. But she spent years trying to become super witch, trying to be like you. No they survived without you, because they had to. And maybe now they're doing well, but they will always miss you." Cole nodded to himself.

"You've become sentimental." Prue noted.

"My love for Phoebe has expanded to all Halliwells at this point." Cole laughed.

"I can see that." Prue smiled despite herself. No matter all the harm that Cole had brought to her family, she couldn't deny all the good and protection he gave them. The two were silent for a few minutes.

"Why does no one listen to me?" Chris moaned loudly.

"You should wake them up, Piper will not be happy to find them up here and Phoebe might freak out if Patience is missing when she wakes up." Cole suggested.

"They're a tad bit over protective aren't they?" Prue smiled.

"They've seen a lot of bad things. Spend the day with Piper today, not pent up in Magic School it might better for you." Cole commented before disappearing.

"Yeah sure whatever you want." Prue responded sarcastically. She leaned towards her niece and started to gently shake the girl awake.

"Patience," Prue started whispering. Patience slapped her hand away and her dark locks fell over her face.

"Patience, Phoebe is going to wake up and not find you at home." Prue tried louder. Patience's eyes fluttered open revealing her violet eyes blazing with anxiety.

"Oh no, oh no! The sun is up!" Patience bolted into a sitting position and immediately kicked Chris in the side. Instantaneously the table he had been sleeping on slammed into the couches and split in half upon impact with the wall. The night before Piper, Phoebe and Paige had lifted the ban on Chris' active powers but without letting him know.

"Prue? Is something wrong?" Piper's worried voice came echoing up the stairs.

"No. Just an accident!" Prue called back quickly. Chris jumped to his feet blinking rapidly as he focused on the sunlight streaming into the room.

"I have to get home." Patience ran both her hands through her hair, pulling out the loose ponytail completely.

"If I had my powers, I could just orb you home." Chris grumbled angrily. Patience shook her head quickly, staring at the shattered wood of the table and at her barely awake cousin.

"The bitterness is really going to help Chris." Prue shook her head at him.

"Chris!" Patience shouted louder than she should have as both Prue and Chris shushed her immediately.

"Prue?" Piper's voice sounded closer.

"She's going to come up here," Chris panicked.

"Chris you moron, orb me home!" Patience pushed herself into the side of his body quickly as they heard the footsteps getting closer.

"But I can't…" Chris mumbled confused as he rubbed his eyes of the remaining sleep.

"The table you idiot, I must have startled you enough that the magic thought you were in danger. Orb me home!" Patience stomped her foot on Chris and the young man shrugged and before he realized it, the two were orbing out of the room. As Piper walked into the attic, her hair still wet and make-up not done and carrying two cups of coffee.

"Did the table attack you?" Piper looked sadly over at the poor coffee table that had been destroyed so many times that she was debating giving it away to put it out of its misery.

"I had a pretty vivid dream, I think when I startled awake it just sort of happened." Prue sighed accepting the hot coffee readily. It was a good thing that she had the same power as her nephew.

"Why were you sleeping up here?" Piper asked suspiciously looking around. Prue laughed there was no doubt that Piper Halliwell was a well seasoned Charmed One and mother of sneaky teenagers.

"I was reading the book last night, I fell asleep. Chris was working on a paper for class and I didn't want to kick him out of his room." Prue clasped the coffee mug and held it right under her nose taking in the smell slowly.

"Maybe you shouldn't be reading the book too much," Piper ventured giving her oldest sister a sad smile.

"We have to erase my memory anyway when I go back. I die soon, don't I?" Prue asked the last part softly, not really wanting to know.

"Prue, I can't…" Piper studied her coffee being unable to look up at her sister.

"It's ok, you're right. I shouldn't know." Prue shook her head and took a sip of her coffee.

"I made waffles this morning," Piper smiled brightly.

"Oh you're the best." Prue swung her arm around Piper's shoulders lovingly as the girls started to walk out of the attic. "Like we're going to erase my memory anyway, maybe I can hang out with my sisters today and not at Magic School?"

The two sisters walked into the kitchen. Leo was sitting dressed in a casual pair of jeans and nice polo reading over the paper as he ate his breakfast.

"Morning." Leo nodded at Prue as he kept reading the article about education policies changing in front of him. Prue poured herself another cup of coffee and Piper sat back down next to her husband. Suddenly Chris stumbled into the room, ducking to the floor, as Wyatt's hand appeared grabbing at air. Wyatt let out a small growl under his breathe as he stepped into the kitchen and glared at his younger brother. Meanwhile the brunette sprung to his feet giving his locks a toss and smiling at his family brightly.

"Good Morning family." Chris announced as he side stepped Wyatt's angry arm again and sat down next to Piper.

"Boys?" Leo questioned sternly without even looking up from his paper.

"It's nothing dad." Wyatt responded to the unspoken question as he sat down next to his father, leaving a few seats empty between the two brothers. Chris grabbed at the waffles excitedly not paying any more attention to his older brother.

" Why are you in such a good mood peanut?" Piper stroked her son's hair as he shoved waffle into his mouth.

"Waffles are my favorite." Chris gave her an innocent smile as he washed down the wad of dough with the orange juice she poured for him. Wyatt hid his scoff by nosily getting up to pour himself some coffee.

"Did you finish that paper you were working on?" Prue asked Chris.

"Oh, yeah. It's basically done. I just have to check some facts at the library at school today." Chris replied in-between bites. The kitchen just continued to get more crowded with the arrival of Paige and her three kids and with Phoebe dropping off Patience and Penelope. Melinda entered the kitchen seconds before Wyatt announced that the high school kids were leaving before they arrived late again. Paige agreed that she had to get the middle school kids out the door before she was late to the office again as well. It was a moment of pure family chaos as young Henry grabbed a waffle to go, Patience poured the remaining coffee into her travel mug, Paige double checked an appointment for the club with Piper and so many other things happened in the blink of an eye.

"Melinda you didn't get a chance to eat anything?" Piper scurried around the kitchen trying to put a waffle on a plate to take with her.

"It's ok mom, I'll just have a yogurt when I get to school." Melinda hurried out of the kitchen before her mother could hand her the food. It was beginning to be noticeable that Melinda Halliwell's appetite had greatly diminished in the last week. Her cheeks were beginning to hallow out and her clothing was beginning to hang loosely off her body. Hustling out the door Chris and Melinda waved their good-byes, and Wyatt pecked his mother on the cheek as he again tried to chase after his younger brother.

"Can I drive…?" Chris started to ask but the dark glower from Wyatt made him slip into the passenger side.

"Christopher," Wyatt started as he put the keys into the ignition.

"Wyatt, have you ever noticed that you're name isn't as threatening when you say the whole thing as mine is." Chris commented jokingly.

"It's like aunt Piper and uncle Leo knew that you were going to be more trouble than Wyatt." Patience laughed.

"Christopher," Wyatt stated again, the annoyance in his voice becoming more apparent.

"What Wy?" Chris whined.

"At least I have a snack for this fight." Henry commented as he kept munching on his waffle. "Pat did you guys find anything else out last night?" He whispered the second part to his cousin sitting next to him.

"I felt a power surge this morning, what did you do?" Wyatt demanded of Chris ignoring the whispering in the backseat.

"Why when you feel a power surge do you think it's something I did, couldn't it as easily have been that someone got a new power. Couldn't you express some kind of happiness for one of our dearest family members new power? I mean I know it's hard for you that anyone might be as powerful as the Twice Blessed but really." Chris mocked.

"Christopher!" Wyatt growled.

"What?"

"What did you do?" Wyatt demanded again.

"Nothing." Chris spat at him.

"You didn't do something to get your powers back?" Wyatt gave him a critical glance.

"Why do you always think the worse of me?" Chris smiled recklessly back at him. Chris was playing it cool, there was no way that the sixteen year old was going to tell his over protective brother that he had accidentally regained his powers. Chris and Patience were positive that Wyatt would immediately turn the car around and tell Piper of the infraction and have her bind his powers again. Wyatt was a little too big on the idea of learning lessons and being responsible.

"You know boys, as amusing as this is. We have bigger problems right now." Patience interjected.

"Did he do something?" Wyatt peeked at her in the rearview mirror.

"Obviously if a demon had attacked this morning you would know Wy, why don't you drop it. Maybe one of the girls got a new power and we don't know because they are being seduced by DEMONS." Henry said anxiously bringing attention to their immediate problem.

"We're sure?" Wyatt sighed. He was still very resistant to the idea that the girls were dating demons.

"Yes. Pretty damn sure, Wyatt." Chris rolled his eyes.

"Are we sure that Dervin isn't a demon?" Wyatt said hopefully as he pulled into his parking spot on campus and noticed the red headed youth loitering around waiting for Patience.

"Wyatt Matthew Halliwell you're little sister could very well be dating a warlock of some kind and you can't live with me dating a guy who made a little mistake a few years ago?" Patience screeched as she threw open the car door.

"A little mistake Pat? He was arrested and thrown into Juvenile Hall for a while." Chris argued. Patience glared at both of them and started trying to stomp away, Wyatt though cunningly put his arm around her and steered her the opposite direction of Dervin.

"Great moment for that dramatic exit Patience, but we have about ten more minutes to talk about this problem that you three thinks exists." Wyatt pointed out.

"I hate you." Patience spat back at him.

"Now I really don't believe you think that Javin, who we've known forever is a demon." Wyatt shook his head disbelieving.

"We haven't known him forever that's the point. He did something to make us think like we've known him forever." Chris argued.

"That's not even possible, we're way too powerful for that. I mean mom thinks she's known him forever too." Wyatt disagreed again.

"The powerful are often blind to their weakness." Henry mumbled to himself mostly because none of his cousins heard him. Knowing the conversation would get no where if they kept focusing on the one demon they couldn't agree on, he pushed a new topic.

"OK, let's forget about Javin for a second. What about these other two, Adam and Julian? We need to check on them." Henry tried to steer the conversation away from things they disagreed on, as the white lighter side of him encouraged to be the compromiser.

"We are losing Penelope. I can't hear her heart beat as well, can you still sense her?" Patience asked Wyatt worriedly. Wyatt took in a deep breath and closed his eyes nodding after a moment.

"Its real faint though." Wyatt was frowning.

"So what exactly are we going to do?" Chris asked a bit to over excited. Wyatt and Henry stared at him suspiciously and Patience gave him warning glance.

"I'm going to check it out, during lunch and maybe my study hall to see if I can find anything out about them. See if they go anywhere and what they do. " Wyatt commented.

"Can I come to spy with you?" Chris asked.

"No." Wyatt shook his head.

"But Wy?" Chris

"Because, you're staying in school all day." Wyatt pointed a chastising finger at Chris. " Besides, I have a feeling you didn't actually write that paper you said you were last night. And maybe if you told me what else you're up to little brother, I would trust you to come with me." Wyatt pushed his hand against Chris' head and propelled his little brother away from him.

"Why don't you just say it's because I'm useless without my active powers." Chris rolled his eyes as he skipped away formulating his own plan. Dervin had walked by discreetly at some point during the brothers' argument and Patience had skillfully slipped away with him. So only Henry and Wyatt were left standing next to each other.

"Patience left with Dervin." Henry informed his oldest cousin.

"Of course she did. Why can't those two just listen to me?" Wyatt demanded.

"Apparently they prefer not to." Henry shrugged trying not to grin. Both Halliwell brothers had a slight leader complex that was really amusing when no one actually listened to them.

"You find out that they are doing anything…" Wyatt pushed Henry as the bell started to ring signaling that class was starting in five minutes.

"You'll be the first to know Wy. Try to actually find out something useful though, I'm worried about my sisters." Henry pointed out as he rolled his shoulders leaving them tensely up as he walked away.

Stopped at an intersection, Piper was quietly counting to ten in her head as Prue sat in the passenger seat arguing with her.

"Piper honestly if he was going to really turn into that adult tyrant that you were warned about don't you think it would already be clear that was going to happen?" Prue argued.

"Remind her that the future changes all the time." Cole suggested. He had decide to spend the morning trying to help Prue convince Piper to tell her boys the truth about their respective destines and pasts.

"She should know that." Prue snapped.

"Who are you talking to?" Piper demanded.

"Cole." Prue said nonchalantly. Piper stepped down hard on the accelerator of the car.

"What?" Piper's voice had jumped a few octaves as she studied her rearview mirror.

"You know he exists in that void and he wanted me to remind you that the future changes all the time." Prue shrugged.

"You can see our Cole, like the spirit version that just sort of exists in our time with no powers? You're not seeing the past Cole, the one that is still in love with Phoebe and a train for destruction?" Piper demanded.

"I'm so glad she's so fond of me." Cole commented. "Tell her I've started to read St. Valentine's letters and that I decided that the Sonnets were my favorite Shakespearean work."

"How will that make any difference?" Prue demanded.

"What did he say?" Piper asked not even trying to make sense of the situation.

"He says that he liked the sonnets." Prue sighed.

"I don't know how many more ghosts of the past I can deal with." Piper groaned.

"Piper, really?" Prue pressed.

"Cole of all people should know that people can change in a moment. Phoebe became queen of the underworld in her late twenties." Piper defended herself.

"That was a dark love issue." Cole sighed. "And partially my fault."

"Don't you think it made a difference that Phoebe also was a little darker and more trouble that Wyatt seems to be? I mean from what I can gather Piper the kid is on a pretty straight and narrow path, how couldn't he be with a mom like you?' Prue tried a different approach.

"Look can we talk about this later, you wanted to have lunch. I have to finish inventory, we'll eat and get stuff done. We can deal with this looming doom that everyone sees coming later." Piper snapped impatiently.

"You haven't changed. Normal first, magic later." Prue laughed.

"Maybe I will check up on the kids." Cole suggested before sweeping away from the car. The two sisters stepped out of the car and headed in through the backdoor never noticing the pair of eyes watching them from behind a tree. Grace stood poised in a sleek uniform jumper, her blond curls being held in place with a headband. Olivia sat with her legs crossed at the ankles high on one of the tree branches.

"We finally get to play." Grace smiled looking up.

"We have to wait a little bit longer. We can't start too early, we'll ruin the plan." Olivia swung her legs anxiously.

"Why did the boys get to have all the fun, I could distract little Henry." Grace rested her back against the tree and slid her body down to a sitting position.

"I'm sure Navya couldn't jump fast enough into Chris' lap either. But the plan worked better with the girls. Besides we get to destroy things, you like to cause havoc don't you?" Olivia giggled while snapping her fingers bringing Grace up into the tree with her.

"I miss New York, do you think once we don't have to follow the fountain anymore we can stay there longer?" Grace asked hopeful.

"I don't know I suppose that might be up to Mr. Tolliver, though Adam suggested that without having to follow the fountain we might not need him anymore." Olivia sighed. "We could do without his strictness and once this is over with I get Javin back."

"Javin's been acting strange." Grace whispered before dozing off on the branch. Olivia conjured a blanket and laid it on top of the younger demon. Conjuring an alarm clock that she hung off of one of the nearby branches, she set the alarm and let herself fall into a sleep.

A bell rang breaking the restless slumber that Chris had been in. His head popped up in a swift motion that sent his books tumbling to the ground. Blinking his eyes a few times to readjust to the lighting of the classroom as rows of students walked out in front of him. Chris was trying to stop seeing the bursts of red, black and white as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Man, you really should try not to sleep in class." Javin's came from underneath the desk as the shaggy haired boy picked up Chris' fallen schoolbooks. Chris focused on Javin's dark hair and then on his friend's black eyes dazed for a second. Javin shoved the books into Chris' chest and stood up.

"You're going to be late to your next class." Javin warned as he started walking out. Chris' eyes followed him though as a light bulb went on in his head, black jeans and a red and white pullover sweater. Scooping up all of his stuff he scrambled into the hallway quickly slamming into Patience on his way to his locker.

"What are you doing?" She hissed at him.

"I figured it out, I need the book. Where is Wy?" Chris whispered back to her as he unceremoniously pushed all his stuff into his locker and slammed it shut.

"He's at the middle school. Can't you just wait?" Patience almost begged. Her eyes were flickering a red feeling that her family was acting a little more divided than usual and it made her anxious.

"No, it might be important. What does matching color schemed clothing mean to you?" Chris asked quickly.

"Like a uniform?" Patience asked confused. Chris nodded.

"I'm going to the manor, I'll be back before the end of the school day. Don't tell Wyatt though?" Chris begged as he skipped into the bathroom to orb away.

"Something is going to go very wrong." She nervously twirled the tips of her ponytail as she walked into her next class.

Chris appeared over the book in the empty manor and started frantically flipping through the yellowing pages.

"Black, red and white. Uniforms, I know you're in here." He flipped rapidly not even really focusing on the pages. And then the book fell open to a page that had an image of a group of generic teenagers lounging around each other. Though there was nothing particularly familiar about any of their faces, Chris noted they all looked like prep school students in a uniform that consisted of black slacks and skirts, white collars shirts and red blazers.

The drawing was accompanied with a description of the demonic gang. The Academy consisted of six rare Akron demons, three male and three female. Akron demons were obsessed with youth and fed off the essence of youthful rebellion. Though most of them die in childhood, six were chosen and protected to join The Academy. The elite few that are members of The Academy lived as young demons for centuries. The Academy was run by the only Akron demon to ever reach an old age, Mr. Tolliver. Mr. Tolliver helped discipline the young demons, keeping them from self-destruction, and focused their energies on collecting excess youthful rebellion to boast their powers enough to be able to follow the fountain of youth. Every decade the academy "students" would track the fountain of youth and drink enough liquid to keep them in their teenage years forever. The book stated that though The Academy could be a nuisance every few decades, generally they didn't merit too much attention. Apparently they rarely found anything in the magical community interesting and preferred just dealing with their fountain and mortal youth as magical youth was too repressed on either side of the good or evil. The neighboring page had a large picture of Mr. Tolliver his description included the date of his birth which was somewhere in Babylon in 585 BC. It warned that though it might not be known, a demon that had survived so many centuries might well have collected several demonic powers.

"This is it." Chris stared down at the page re-read the information. But he didn't see anything on either The Academy's page or Mr. Tolliver's description that shed any light on why these demons had now chosen to get involved with his cousins and sister. Starring at his watch, Chris knew bit down on his lip knowing that he had to beat Wyatt back to school he orbed out of the attic quickly.

"Do you ever go to class?" Cole's voice asked as Chris orbed back into the restroom he had left.

"On occasion." Chris grumbled looking around to make sure that no one would think he was crazy for talking to his invisible friend.

"And you do well?" Cole smiled.

"Well enough." Chris shrugged.

"Wyatt is waiting for you in room 215, Patience was trying to distract him because he was trying to sense you and Henry should be walking in here…" Cole's words were like the running narrative as Henry walked in on cue.

"Wyatt can feel that you've got your powers back." Henry warned.

"Damn stupid six sense of his." Chris moan as the two cousins didn't bother to walk but just orb back to the empty classroom the cousins had commandeered.

"What did you do?' Wyatt demanded of Chris.

"Henry just orbed me in here." Chris shook his head looking completely innocent.

"But I can feel it…" Wyatt narrowed his blue eyes at his younger brother.

"Nope Wyatt sorry. One of the girls powers must be advancing." Chris shook his head and Patience glared at him from behind Wyatt.

"Your talent for lying amazes me on occasion, your aunt Phoebe couldn't lie for the life of her." Cole shook his head observing the scene from the sidelines.

"Did you see anything?" Henry asked.

"They didn't use their powers in front of me, though Tricia really should control herself around that boy of hers. And Pen is radiating a weird surge of dark magic." Wyatt grimaced.

"So what's the plan?" Henry demanded ready to jump into action.

"The demons the girls are dating are part of this elite demon group called The Academy." Chris sighed.

"And you know this how?" Wyatt demanded.

"The Akron demons?" Cole frowned. "I haven't heard anything about them since the 1960s and 70s, they really loved those peace, love and drug riots." Cole frowned scratching his head trying to remember anything else about the group.

"I realized that they all wear the same colors today, and I remember something about a group of demons that wears uniforms. But the book says that they aren't really that big of a threat and they don't usually do any dealing with magical beings. Which makes me thinks they are just the front." Chris rambled.

"Front for who?" Patience asked.

"A front…" Cole dissolved without a word.

"I don't know." Chris stated miserably.

"Look I don't think that they will do anything when we're all together. Henry just make sure to watch the twins tonight, if they go anywhere call me. Patience same goes for you and Penelope. And Chris will watch Melinda tonight…" Wyatt nodded.

"What are you going to be doing?" Chris demanded.

"I have a date with someone little brother, but no worries I'm only a call away." Wyatt ruffled Chris hair before checking his watch.

"Back to class with all of you." Wyatt announced pushing Patience out the door. There was one more period left of the high school's day and none of the Halliwell cousins could have guessed what nightfall was going to bring them.

Hours later as the sun was setting over the winter sky of the city, Paige was sitting in her little Toyota Camry outside of the middle school. She was on the phone with her husband.

"Paige there is something going on that the kids aren't telling us." Henry was arguing into the phone.

"And you know this because Patience's delinquent boyfriend told you?' Paige replied weary of the conversation already.

"He's really not that bad Paige. And look something is going on, I've known you guys long enough to see trouble coming." Henry argued.

"There is nothing going on with the kids, besides them just growing up a little bit. I know you're worried because Dora is being a bit more rebellious than we would have liked but there's nothing to worry about Henry." Paige rolled her eyes.

"Are you sure?" Henry knew he was defeated.

"Yes, now the girls are here. I will see you in a little bit. Don't forget that we're going to that benefit dinner with Phoebe and Coop." Paige warned into the phone.

"Is Coop really going to be able to…" Henry didn't even finish his thought as Paige hung the phone up. Phoebe, Coop, Paige and Henry were all attending a benefit for families affected by violence at city hall tonight. Phoebe was already at her loft getting ready because as a board member she was expected to arrive early. Patience had come back from the building's gym to find her youngest sister plastering on pink lipstick.

"Patience, you're in charge tonight try not to fight with your sisters? Order a pizza and don't invite anyone over?' Phoebe was hollering as she ran back and forth from her bathroom to her bedroom.

"Yes mom." Patience nodded distractedly. Coop had lifted Primrose up onto the counter and was wiping the lipstick off her cheeks with a wet towel. His caring eyes studied his oldest daughter for a few moments without speaking.

"Princess?" Coop said quietly.

"Daddy?" She fluttered her eyelashes breaking out of her concentration.

"Is something wrong?' He asked her.

"Something feels strange." Patience shrugged not able to get rid of the nagging feeling she had since lunch about the looming doom.

"Are you feeling sick?" Coop asked as he placed the back of his hand against her forehead. She shook her head and gave him a soft smile.

"No it's probably nothing, maybe I didn't do well on that test I took today." Patience forced a grin up at her father. Coop gave her a worried glance but Phoebe came running out of her bedroom.

"We have to go, we're going to be late." She laced her arm into Coops and pulled him towards the door. Penelope opened the door at the exact right moment allowing Phoebe to flutter through and peek her middle child on the forehead.

"Be good. We'll be home by 11, call if you need anything." Phoebe rushed out and Coop winked at his daughters as he followed his wife. Penelope didn't greet either of her sisters but stormed into her shared room with Primrose and slammed the door behind her, locking out her youngest sister.

"Is Pen mad at me?" Prim asked her oldest sister.

"Nah, of course not. She's just moody, why don't you pick a movie we can watch?" Patience suggested as she looked worriedly at the shut door.

The door slammed as Piper splashed into the flooded private party room. Prue was waving her hands about trying to get all the tables and chairs of the room into the one dry corner of the room. One of the servers popped his head in from the kitchen door.

"Piper, water is flooding into the kitchen…" The young man said nervously.

"Oh for Christ Sake!" Piper screamed. Grace hiding above the ceiling panels stomped down and part of the ceiling collapsed inward. Piper threw her hands up and froze the falling dry wall. She grumbled to herself and pulled out her cell phone. Olivia was crossing wires magically in the electrical room. The lights started flickering as the ceiling drywall slammed into the puddle of water in front of Piper.

"Leo, my restaurant is falling apart!" Piper panicked into the phone. "It seems a pipe burst and the ceiling is falling in…"

"I'll be there in a few minutes." Leo sighed into his phone and snapped it shut. Grabbing his car keys from the entryway table Leo was putting on his coat as Melinda and Javin walked out of the dinning room munching on cupcakes.

"Where you going Dad?" Melinda asked.

"Apparently your mother thinks the restaurant is falling apart." Leo responded.

"Want us to come and help Mr. Halliwell?" Javin offered.

"Well a pipe burst. She might need help moving inventory." Leo said thoughtfully.

"We'd love to help, let me grab a jacket." Melinda ran up the stairs quickly. Just reaching her arm into her room to grab her jacket before turning back to go downstairs. Chris walked out of his room yawning having just woken up from a nap.

"Where are you going?" He demanded blocking her path to the stairs.

"Something's going on at mom's restaurant, Javin and I are going to help dad." Melinda pushed her way past her older brother. Chris stepped with her until the top of the stairs where he noticed his father was standing in the entryway waiting.

"They're going with you?" Chris asked trying to keep the suspicion out of his voice.

"Yeah, want to come help?" Leo asked as Melinda hopped down the steps.

"No," Chris said looking down the hall as Wyatt walked out of the bathroom in a robe. "I have some studying to do." He mumbled.

"Well let's get a move on you know how patient your mother is." Leo hurried Javin and Melinda out the door.

"Be good." Leo shouted at Chris before closing the door to the manor. Chris hurried back into his room to change into a button up shirt and comb through his hair, if he was going follow his big brother on a date he planned on looking presentable.

Three completely identical grandfather clocks started chiming at the each same time around the city. A few Christmases ago, Wyatt and Chris had orchestrated the joke, magically duplicating the grandfather clock of the manor twice to give each of their aunts. On the cards with each clock the boys wrote that though they had wanted to make Harry Potter clock that magically kept track of family members the best they had been able to come up with was a uniform item that demons could crash into at each dwelling.

At the second chime of the grandfather at the Mitchell resident forced young Henry off the couch. Standing at the door was Adam, shoulders hunched forward and gangly arm pushing forward his peace offering of a pizza. Before Henry could object to the boy's presence though Patricia came bounding down the hall, handed off the pizza to her older brother and jumped into Adam's arms.

At the fourth chime of the grandfather at the manor echoed in the empty house. Both brothers had orbed to P3 blocks away just seconds before.

As the eighth and final chime bounced off the walls of the Cupid loft, Patience stopped breathing as she felt a chilling breeze escape from the crack under her sisters' room. The high pitch tone of her pop song ring tone came muffled out of her back pocket and Patience scrambled to answer. Primrose ignored her older sister as she intently watched Princess Buttercup on the screen.

"Hello?" Patience's voice was agitated as she focused her attention on the closed door.

"Your sister is climbing out the window." Dervin's voice sounded was a mix of amusement and concern.

"Where are you?" Patience demanded.

"On the sidewalk, outside your building." Dervin responded. "You mentioned your parents were going to be at that benefit dinner, thought I might bring you a latte."

"And my sister is climbing out the window?" Patience was trying to calculate a plan in her head.

"It seems that way." Dervin responded.

"Come up." Patience sighed snapping the phone shut. She ran into her sisters' room and without thinking froze her sister on the fire escape. Flipping back around hoping that she would remain frozen for at least a few minutes she walked back into the living room.

"Chris! Wyatt!" Patience called at the ceiling before Dervin knocked at the door.

"Is something wrong?" Primrose asked frowning at her older sister.

"No, no sweetheart." Patience patted her little sister's head as she scampered to get the door. Dervin held out a cup and smiled at her.

"You just going to let her go?" He asked.

"No. Can you sit here with Prim for a second?" Patience tilted her head and Dervin nodded. The broad shoulder senior in high school plopped himself down on the couch with the second grader that was about the height of one of his legs.

"Princess Bride huh? What's your favorite part?" Dervin asked. Primrose looked at the strange boy curiously before delving into a description of every detail of her favorite scene. Patience scampered back into her sisters' room, checking to see that Penelope was still completely motionless on the fire escape.

"CHRIS!" Patience hollered in a hoarse whisper. A series of white and blue orbs appeared in the middle of the room.

"What is wrong?" Chris demanded. Patience pointed and his brown eyes followed the direction of her finger to catch a glimpse of his cousin frozen.

"Where she going?" He demanded. Patience shrugged.

"I don't know, Dervin's here though and I was thinking maybe I could follow her and find out something more?" Patience half asked, half explained.

"I can't stay with Prim." Chris was shaking his head. "I'm tailing Wyatt, something weird is going on with him."

"Is that why he didn't respond to me? Fine, take her to grandpa's. She can't stay here alone." Patience begged.

"All right." Chris nodded and walked out in the living room. "Let's go Prim, you're going to hang out with Grandpa." Chris bent down over the couch to let his youngest cousin throw her arms around his neck. Carrying her out with him into the hallway before orbbing away.

"Chris was here, I didn't see his…" Dervin didn't even finish his question instead he started a new one, " So we going to follow her?"
Patience nodded and smiled. "If you don't mind?"

"Never a boring night with a Halliwell." Dervin smiled nodding and dashingly offered her his arm. Hearing the clanking of the fire escape Patience knew that her sister had finally unfrozen.

Chris had reappeared in the storage room of his mother's club. He was hoping that all of the bartenders and servers were newer and wouldn't recognize him or Wyatt. He ducked out onto the main floor of the club, though P3 had changed little over the last two decades it was still considered a city hotspot. Stealing an unattended beer bottle from a nearby table to help him blend in, Chris weaved around the bar tables.

"You know if you're going to carry around the bottle you might as well drink from it." Kron mocked as he leaned over his table towards Chris. A flicker of recognition crossed Chris face at the voice. Kron sat nonchalantly at a table, drinking a simple scotch on the rocks. Wearing a navy sports coat and a plain white tee, with an expression of slight boredom he blended perfectly with the setting around him.

"Who are you?" Chris asked confused.

"You recognize my voice?" Kron smiled nodding as he took another sip. As a waitress walked by, Kron stopped her. "Bring my friend here another beer."

With a flash of his perfect teeth and a wink of one of his shimmering baby blues and the waitress nodded and walked away in a daze.

"But I don't…" Chris started.

"Oh nonsense. Of course you do." Kron laughed and kicked out on of the stools next to him. "No worries your brother won't go far without me knowing, he is after all with my other half." Kron clasped his hand over Chris shoulder.

"Your other half?" Chris craned his neck around to stare at the girl with Wyatt. He swung his head back and forth trying to find some kind of resemblance between the guy sitting with him and the girl sitting with Wyatt. Their skins tones were from different sides of the equator, their eyes were in different areas of the color wheel, and their hair was so blonde it was glowing under the lights or so dark it blended into the shadows. But there was something similar about them, something that did connect them to each other and though Chris couldn't see it, he felt it.

"You know we won't hurt you." Kron stated.

"What are you?" Chris asked as the waitress left his drink in front of him.

"That's rather unimportant." Kron shrugged. "More important is that girl that just walked in was sent here to kill you." Kron tilted his perfectly pointed chin up towards the stairs that lead down to the dance floor. A young woman in tight black leather pants, a bare midriff, a white tank top that laced up in the front and a red jacket sauntered down the steps. Her eyes burned through the crowd and as she scanned over Chris head he thought he saw them glitter gold.

"How did she know I would be here?" The question was more an accusation than anything else.

"Tracked you." Kron shrugged. "Here's the thing though, you could charm her out of killing you. It wouldn't be that hard, you just have to stay confident. Which really just means you should stay away from big bro over there." Kron commented taking another sip from his drink.

"But…" Chris started.

"He'll be too distracted by Anka to take notice of you for now anyway." Kron smiled and pushed the beer at Chris.

"But why?" Chris demanded eyeing the beer trying to make the decision of drinking it.

"Believe me, Anka has distracted kings from battle and greater heroes from destinies." Kron laughed waving his hand at Chris forcing the young Halliwell's hand to grasp the beer bottle. Before Chris could ask another question though Kron waved the bottle up forcing Chris to drink.

"Why?" Kron asked for him as he swallowed. "Look at her, she's the very definition of beauty, youth and passion. If you ever wondered what those words looked like, she's it." Kron shrugged.

"But what does she want with Wyatt?" Chris slammed the bottle down forcefully.

"Nothing in particular. She helps him relax and is giving him confidence at the same time." Kron started tapping his fingers on the table in beat with the music.

"But…" Chris started arguing.

"No more time to explain anything young friend, dance with her. Be your charming self, it might save your life tonight." With that advice Kron kicked the stool that Chris had been on and the brunette tumbled rather ungraciously into Bianca. He dropped the half empty beer bottle and it shattered under their feet.

The sound of shattering glass is similar to the screeching sound of a charge calling a white lighter in panic. Paige's right hand shot up to her ear instantly as dinner was being served in front of them.

"Damn it." Paige muttered.

"Really?" Phoebe wrinkled her nose. Paige closed her eyes to focus for a moment and then nodded.

"It's Billie, why can't she stay out of trouble for once in her life." Paige groaned.

"Under the table?" Henry lifted the tablecloth for her and Paige slipped under the table pretending to reach for her purse and orbed out.

"Now it's just for you to get called away…" Phoebe sighed.

"How are you able to get away tonight, isn't Valentine's Day one of your biggest seasons?" Henry asked.

"I did most of my match making last week, and then you know I'll work overtime on the actual day." Coop smiled.

"So how do you two feel about Patience dating Dervin?" Henry asked as he took a bite of a roll.

"She's not dating anyone." Phoebe replied resolutely.

"Are you sure?" Henry frowned.

"No, she thinks if she says it enough she might be able to turn it into fact." Coop sighed.

"You don't like him?" Henry studied her face but didn't give her a chance to respond. "You haven't met him."

"How do you know him?" Coop said absently as he was trying to remember if he had ever even seen the boy his daughter was interested in.

"I'm his parole officer." Henry stated. "He's not a bad kid Phoebe, he was strays a little but mostly he was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong people."

Adam Ankron was bad people, Henry just knew it fuming from his recliner watching his younger sister playfully flirt with her so-called boyfriend. He had been overruled when he attempted to not let Adam into the apartment, but as the older brother he had refused to leave them alone. Adam was leaning into kiss Tricia, as Henry cleared his throat menacingly. Adam rolled his eyes tiring of the situation, he discreetly waved his hand behind Tricia's back causing something to come crashing down in the kitchen. Henry jumped up mumbling that he would be right back and walked down the hall to see what damage had been done in the kitchen.

Dora blowing candles on and off with her breathing on the dining room table. When Henry entered she was started creating a pyrotechnic show before the two siblings very eyes. The dining room table went up in angry flames. Henry reacted by swinging his arm out to his sister and orbbing the two of them into the hallway.

"Patricia, we're going to need some help!" Henry shouted down the hallway.

"I'm busy!" Tricia said back.

"I don't care!" Henry shouted back. "What the hell were you doing?" He demanded of the sister he was still clutching.

"Fooling around." Dora shrugged. "It should be fine, as soon as Tricia puts it out."

"Stay here." Henry pushed her against the wall as he stormed down the hallway to get the twin that could shoot icicles.

The night air was so cold that Patience could see her own breath. Dervin shrugged off his jacket and quietly placed it over her shoulders. The couple waited at the corner of the block until they watched Penelope cross the street and meet with Julian under a street light outside of closed market.

"This isn't the type of place I would bring a pretty girl." Dervin whispered to Patience.

"This isn't just a boy meets girl." Patience whispered back. They watched from a distance. Julian leaned down kiss Penelope, pulling up only slightly as he rested his forehead on her head. With every exhale Julian was putting Penelope into a further trance. After a few minutes of this, Pen's eyes were completely blank and she stood ready to do as she was told. Julian started whispering directions on how to fake a break-up as he waved his arms and paced angrily.

Anka lifted her hand caressing Wyatt's pale cheek lovingly.

"Oh young king after tonight you might not like me as much. But know that I didn't do as I was told…" She kissed his cheek.

"Why do you call me king? And why won't I like you?" Wyatt said trying hard to concentrate on her words over the music and the intense desire to just make out with her.

"I call you by what you are and I know you well. So much like Arthur, so much heart." Anka's fingertips played over the left side of his chest.

"Why are you being so cryptic tonight?" Wyatt asked her as he caught her hand in his.

"Often times with kings and heroes verses said in secret are better remembered than those said straight forward. Its something about how your minds work." Anka giggled.

"In secret?" Wyatt groaned aggravated.

"Yes king Arthur, remember those who ask shall receive and power comes to those who call. Also trust Mark Anthony." Anka laughed in his ear.

"Mark Anthony like the old singer?" Wyatt frowned but at that moment he caught his younger brother's emerald eyes. "Chris?" He hissed.

It was like a play was unfolded before their very eyes. Penelope and Julian were perfectly framed within their spotlight provided by the street lamp. Penelope hit all her cues loud enough for her audience to hear from down the block and Julian moved correctly in frustration around her. Patience frowned as she leaned towards Dervin.

"Do you think they know that we're here?" She worried. Dervin was shaking his head, as Penelope looked straight in their direction, her blank black eyes glimmering in the light.

"I hate you." She said quickly looking back up at Julian, though Patience was sure that the comment was directed to her. Penelope stormed off away from them down another street and Julian shoving his hands into his pockets looked down for a second. After taking in a deep breath, Julian looked back up and gave Patience and Dervin a victorious smile before following Penelope.

"That was creepy." Dervin commented.

"Something's wrong, they know we're here." Patience panicked again. As Dervin took a step forward though a group of demons rose from the concrete sidewalk. A volley of fireballs was flung at the young witch and mortal without any warning but a startled Patience was able to start the first wave.

"What the hell…" Dervin started but Patience shook her head. Keeping her hands up as a second volley of fireballs was shot at them and the first set unfroze. Patience grabbed Dervin's hand and tried to pull him backwards, knowing there was no way that she could defeat all these demons by herself.

"Chris, Wyatt, Henry, somebody…" Patience whispered desperately.

"I'm not sure they are going to hear you whispering babe." Dervin tried to lighten the situation as he ducked another fireball.

At this point two things happened simultaneously. Around one block corner Grace had arrived and Julian winked at his companion, as he bent down and sucked in dark steam from Penelope's face turned on his heel and blew the steam into Grace's face. The curly hair blond with sky blue eyes melted away and instantly there were two Penelope Halliwells, a girl with a vindictive smile and another with a empty look in her eyes. Around the other block corner, Dervin had stepped away from the demons first slamming straight into another group of demons. Without time to react, Dervin yelled a warning to Patience as two fireballs hit his body. The young man collapsed onto the ground and Patience went flying into the air, magically avoiding the fireballs in her panicked state she had gained her newest power.

Before Henry could re-enter the living room, Patricia had frozen shut the door. While Henry pounded on the door for a few moments before realizing that he could just orb into the room, Olivia appeared. She smiled mischievously at Adam before twirling around a limp Tricia. The white steam fluttered off the charmed twin and when Olivia stopped twirling she appeared to be a much livelier Patricia Halliwell.

"Be gone with you." Olivia winked and Adam scooping his hand under Tricia's kneecaps picked her up in one swift motion and the two figures dissolved just as Henry orbed into the living room.

Chris quickly led Bianca away from the bar and moved into the center of the dance floor away from his brother.

"Aren't you a little young to be in here?" Bianca asked him, giving him a critical look. Chris gave her a wide grin, shifting his hand on her back to bring her closer to him.

"I'm not that young." Chris twirled around a waitress, grabbing a martini off her tray and presenting it to Bianca. "Aren't you a little young?"

"Slick kid. Slick." Bianca rolled her eyes and took the drink. "You know what I'm here for?"

"Something about killing a rather handsome young man…" Chris smiled.

"And yet you're so cavalier about it?" Bianca asked.

"I thought if you got to know me you might like me." Chris shrugged.

"You are charming. And I don't want to hurt a child…" She smiled coyly.

"I am not…" Chris started but Bianca moved her hand to cover his mouth.

"But if I don't do something they will send someone that won't care that you're charming. Do you understand?" Bianca's liquid black eyes pierced through Chris. The sixteen-year-old swallowed and nodded.

"Maybe we'll see each other when you get older, you're cute." Bianca smiled as she leaned forward Chris kissed her. As he pulled away she whispered into his ear.

"I'm sorry," As she pushed a small athame into the side of gut perfectly missing anything vital but causing a great deal of pain. For good measure Bianca stabbed the boy twice more one in the upper part of his jeans and another in his shoulder and as he started to lose color in his face and scrunch down onto the ground she clasped his hand. Helping him down gently she whispered one last thing.

"Wyatt will be here soon. Be careful." And with that she pushed her way past the crowd.

"Wyatt," Chris groaned. Wyatt had caught the sight of his brother falling to the ground before he felt the sharp pain in his stomach, then his leg, and last his shoulder.

"Chris…" The name rang out in a single syllable from around the city. As Piper whispered it, dropping the flashlight she had been holding.

"Piper?" Leo popped his head out from under an electrical panel looking concerned.

"Melinda, where's Melinda?" Piper demanded. Her eyes searched the dark room for the door. Leo had been trying to figure out what had killed the lights more than an hour ago. While, Prue was trying to keep the back up generator working for the refrigerated. Melinda and Javin were working to move all the boxes in the storeroom off the ground to keep them from being damaged by the water that was still creeping in under the doors.

Melinda had fainted into Javin's waiting arms at the exact moment that Chris had been stabbed. Javin had settled her head into his lap and was leaning over her trying to get her to open her eyes.

"Come on Mel," He was whispering when Piper stormed into the room looking fierce.

"Melinda." She fell to her knees and at her touch; Melinda's eyes fluttered open.

"Something has happened to Chris." Melinda gasped sitting up with the help of Javin.

"Leo? This has demon-stration written all over it…" Piper had fixed her wording as her eyes had focused on Javin, who was looking terribly guilty. Prue walked into the room now frantic.

"Piper, Cole…" Prue started and Piper's hand twitched forward and she froze Javin.

"Demons! Demons did this to my restaurant and they've done something to my baby?" Piper glared at Prue. But the eldest Charmed Ones were stuck in their falling apart business because all the white lighters of their family were considerably tied up.

Paige was fighting a battle with some small faction of demonic leaders at the tip of South America with Billie. Wyatt was dragging his younger brother's limp body towards a small storage closet in P3. Patricia and Pandora were currently at a magical war with each other and Henry was desperately trying to mediate before their apartment went up in fire and ice.

Dervin was losing blood and color to his face rapidly. The moment that the mortal boy hit the ground all the attacking demons had disappeared before Patience had any time to take out her anger on them.

"Wyatt! Henry! Chris! Aunt Paige! PLEASE!" Patience was begging the dark night sky. She had tears running down her face as she struggled to get Dervin's head into her lap.

"Please don't die." She was whispering to him. "Just a little longer, someone will heal you. Someone will heal you." She repeated the words to herself. She was working hard to concentrate on breathing and keeping herself together as Cole appeared behind her.

"Call for an ambulance." He suggested quietly. "Just in case they can't get here in time."

Patience swallowed and the heat from her cheeks drained as she pulled out her cell phone and dialed 9-1-1.

Coop's hand clutched his left arm in pain as a searing pain ripped through his body.

"Patience." Coop cried out his daughter's name. "Her heart, I have to…"

Phoebe gave a stiff nod to him as he clutched his arm and moved to a secluded area behind a plant and disappeared in a red light.

"Something is going on." Henry stated knowing there was no denying it at this point. He pulled out his cell phone to call his home to check on his own kids, the phone rang twice before it said that number was no longer in service. He tried his son and both his daughters cell phones when he was sent straight to voice mail with each.

"Phoebe?" He asked.

"Let's go, I can't feel anything good." She picked up the car keys that Coop had left behind and the two of them headed out.

Steam burst from the Mitchell apartment, as Pandora stood at one end of the hallway and Patricia at the other end. Flames streaming down setting pictures on fire from one end and ice cascading up frosting everything from the other end. At the point of intersection the two powers collided to form a warm and cold steam. Henry focused on trying to force the ice towards the fire that was burning items in the hallway but was failing at calming either of his sisters.

"WYATT! CHRIS!" He called desperately. But when no cavalry came from his cousins, instinctively ducking out of the way to avoid being barbequed or frozen he had another idea.

"SAM!" He shouted into the clouds of steam rolling over his head. The Mitchell's grandfather orbed into the middle of the fight unaware of the danger and HJ slammed into the older man pushing him out of harm's way.

"Sorry Grandpa, little bit of a world war 3 going on in the Mitchell household. I can't get them to stop." Henry shouted.

"Where is your mom?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. At some dinner I think, can we do the lecture thing later and stop them from killing each other?" The young man demanded.

Wyatt dropped his brother's shoulders onto the ground and bent down over his bloodiest wound.

"Ow," Chris sighed softly as his head hit the ground harshly.

"You unbelievable, irresponsible, impulsive idiot." Wyatt's voice was a strained mix of fear, annoyance and amusement.

"How many times have I told you that you do not need to follow me, if I don't tell you everything its because you're my little brother. You meddlesome fool." Wyatt kept on with his string of insults as he moved down to heel the stab in his younger brother's leg.

"Wyatt, Patience is calling." Chris groaned as the pain evaporated.

"And what are you even doing in this club, you're way to young to be here. And did I see you were drinking? Because you need another way to be reckless, uncontrollable power isn't enough of a high for you. Audacious self-deprecating pest."

"Wyatt!" Chris said stronger this time as Wyatt had healed his last wound.

"Patience," Chris said.

"And Henry…" Wyatt swallowed apprehensively. "I can't go two places at once."

"I'll go to Patience." Chris pushed himself up on his elbows.

"But you're the dimwit that just almost got himself killed, I can't. You could be too weak," Wyatt didn't even finish the sentence before his name was being screamed again in his name. Chris disappeared into white orbs and though Wyatt disapproved of the action plan, he orbed to Henry.

"Put pressure on where he's bleeding. That's it, it's going to be ok." Cole hovered above Patience and Dervin, pacing around her in a protective circle watching for other demons. Coop's heart appeared first and then his massive body blocked the little light streaming down on the couple. Coop looked down and saw his daughter, tears streaming down her face and her eyes a burgundy color that matched her tinted tears.

"Princess." Coop bent down, seeing for the first time the damaged boy in her lap. Understanding dawned on him suddenly and his eyes shifted around in search of the attackers.

"Daddy, his heart. I can't feel…" Patience's hands trembled as she kept pressing down on the boy's most significant wound.

"It's still beating princess." Coop nodded. The little sidewalk got brighter as Chris appeared above them, his body tense and ready for a fight. His green eyes caught sight of the blood and he knew he was too late. The sirens of the ambulance were closer now, maybe two blocks away.

"Heal him. Do something!" Patience begged Chris. Chris shook nervously as he bent down, knowing he wasn't going to be able to heal anyone.

"What…" Chris started as he tried to hold his hands over the wound. Shaking uncontrollably, he waved them and internally begged his powers to work.

"Tell Coop to get Penelope." Cole suggested having wandered back from down the block. At the appearance of two physically present protectors, the spirit had wandered in search of Phoebe's second child.

"Why isn't it working?" Patience demanded.

"I can't heal Patience, you know that…" Chris whispered. "Uncle Coop, Penelope is here somewhere." Coop nodded not questioning how Chris knew that but quickly walked down the sidewalk seeking out his middle daughter's heartbeat.

"WHY! Get Wyatt!" Patience screamed at Chris.

"I can't," Chris shook his head defeated as he saw the ambulance lights flash at the end of the block.

"Exposure." Cole warned. Chris took a deep breath and nodded.

"Magic… what could have caused this." Chris said softly and with all the anger, resentment and adrenaline coursing through the very powerful young witches body there wasn't even a need for a spell. A car appeared out of thin air slammed on the driver's side into the light post. Glass chards fell around the teenagers and the light pole shook unexpectedly as the ambulance pulled up next to them. The paramedics wasted no time in hoisting Dervin up and checking over Patience. Chris stepped back defeated, he clutched the dark wall of the market building. Coop came jogging up with Penelope being towed behind him.

"I'll go to the hospital, take her home." Coop pushed his younger daughter towards Chris.

"Check on Primrose." Patience sighed before collapsing in the arms of the paramedic that had been checking her heart rate.

Chris took a step forward but Coop pushed out his hand palm forward.

"Go. Check on Primrose someone is out to get us tonight." Coop warned. Chris nodded wrapping his arm around Penelope's waist and ducking into the alleyway. Cole didn't move from Patience's side, as he whispered sonnets and stories into her ear even after she had lost consciousness.

"ENOUGH!" Wyatt yelled his shield automatically rising above him sending fire and ice back to their origins. The twins orbed out of their spots, avoiding being in their own crossfire. Moving away from their battle positions, the girls suddenly snapped out of their anger.

"Oh my god." Pandora whistled looking at the massive amount of destruction that she had caused.

"Mom is going to kill us." Patricia nodded stunned.

"Mom, look at Wyatt…" Dora blinked starring at Wyatt. He was shaking with fury in the middle of the hallway. He was trying very hard to calm his breathing and his hands were on both side of his forehead rubbing his temples.

"A brother that's trying to get himself killed, and cousins that are trying to kill each other. But everything is just peachy." He was murmuring to himself.

"Why were you two trying to kill each other exactly?" Sam asked coming out from behind the doorframe of Henry's room.

"Tricia was just bothering me." Dora shrugged.

"And Dora is an insensitive bitch." Tricia gritted her teeth and then started to cry.

"Why is she crying?" Wyatt demanded from his fixed spot in the hallway.

"Adam broke up with her, I told her she was better off. We got into a fight. Sisters fight." Dora commented rolling her eyes.

"Sisters do not destroy their house in the process!" Sam argued.

"Not ones that want to live long anyway." Henry sighed. "Wy, Patience?"

"She stopped calling, Chris went to her…" Wyatt opened his eyes and the blue burned into Dora and Tricia. The front door was kicked in and Henry stormed in holding his gun, not sure what to expect. His arms fell to his side and his mouth hung open at the scene he discovered.

"Mom is calling." Wyatt started to orb away as he heard his Aunt Phoebe's startled scream.

Leo had left to drive Javin and Melinda home, Prue and Piper had given up and magically fixed all the problems of the restaurant and called all the white lighters they knew. Wyatt orbed right in front of his mother; Piper threw her arms around him lovingly.

"Chris? Tell me he's all right? Did he go demon hunting by himself again? I'm going to kill your little brother you know that right?" Piper expressed all her feelings into her son's chest. Wyatt hugged his mother back, happy to see that she was in no immediate danger as his shoulders relaxed.

"Chris was stabbed." Wyatt started.

"What! Take me to him, you healed him and you left him alone!" Piper pounded a fist into Wyatt's shoulder accusingly.

"Mom, mom, hold on. He was stabbed but I did heal him and then we had other problems to do with." Wyatt sighed.

"Other problems?" Piper demanded her eyebrows shooting up.

"Chris went to Patience and I went to deal with Pandora and Patricia who were trying to kill each other." Wyatt commented.

"PAIGE!" Piper screamed. The youngest charmed sister appeared breathless with a tore satin dress.

"Come on, Henry is calling to. You were on the way." Paige grabbed Prue and Wyatt grabbed Piper.

"You look ridiculous." Prue commented.

Chris appeared in his grandfather's dark living room holding Penelope closely to his chest still. The supposed Penelope hadn't said much and now Chris realized that she had fallen asleep in his arms. Holding a bat Victor flipped the light switch on.

"I've already called the cops." He threatened.

"Sure you have grandpa." Chris laughed as he placed Penelope onto the couch and slipped a blanket on top of her.

"Chris? What's going on?" Victor demanded of his grandson.

"Has anyone else come here tonight?" Chris asked urgently. Victor shook his head.

"Does your mother?" Victor started and Chris' hand flew over his ear.

"Yeah. She knows." Chris nodded grimacing. "Do you still have crystals?" Chris asked suddenly. Victor nodded. Chris waved his waved his hands magically placing a protective circle of crystals around his grandfather's apartment.

"The girls are safer here with you for right now. If anything happens at all, call for us?" Chris asked seriously.

"Christopher what is going on?" Victor demanded.

"If only I knew gramps. If only I knew." Chris closed his eyes. "One of us will be back for them soon, Prim's ok?"

"She's asleep. She was worried but I finally got her to go to bed." Victor sat down beside his granddaughter and stroked her dark hair.

"Thanks Grandpa, I'll let you know what's going on soon. Mom's calling." Chris rubbed his ear as he orbed away again.

The grandfather clock of the manor struck ten, echoing the chimes off of every hallway in the house. Chris orbed into the attic, where his mother and aunt Phoebe pounced on him.

"Are you all right?" Piper lifted up his shirt to examine his torso.

"You told her I got stabbed?" Chris demanded of Wyatt. Wyatt shrugged and nodded from his spot on the couch with Prue. They were flipping through the book of shadows together trying to identify the girl that Wyatt had been with tonight and the one who had stabbed Chris.

"My girls?" Phoebe asked her nails digging into Chris arm.

"I just left them with Grandpa and I set crystals. They should be fine. They were both asleep. You talked to uncle Coop?" Chris sighed. Phoebe had wrapped her arms around his middle, hugging him grateful for his protecting her daughters and for him still being alive.

"We still pretending nothing is happening?" Phoebe demanded of her sisters.