A/N: I don't really have much to say except that I skipped some parts of 7x20. I tried to write Wyatt's part in a way that it isn't entirely necessary to rewatch the episode, but if you get confused I do suggest to do so. Anyway have fun and thanks for the reviews.
"ENOUGH." Wyatt's voice boomed through the attic. The three demons that had been attacking him, his mother and his aunt Phoebe stopped to turn towards him. "Leave my family alone."
He pushed his hands out in front of him, his palms shining brightly before releasing a wave of destructive energy. The demons were vanquished on the spot, everything around them got blasted away by the destructive force as well.
Wyatt looked at the mess, slowly lowering his arms. He was glad to have dealt with the demons, but slightly disappointed that he made a mess out of the attic. Phoebe looked to be almost pouting at her nephew's display of power, while Piper seemed shocked. His mother's mouth had dropped open.
"Everybody all right up there?" Leo's voice sounded from downstairs.
Piper, while not yet recovered from the shock, managed to reply. "Oh yeah, we're fine..."
Wyatt made eye contact with his mother, looking slightly troubled at her. It hadn't been his intention to go all out, but he had wanted to protect his mother and aunt at any cost. Piper looked away for a second before looking at her sister, who said nothing as she didn't even know what to say about it all.
Downstairs Leo made his way back in to the kitchen to get back to his two boys. He stopped in surprise when he saw toddler Wyatt's bear starting to float.
"Wyatt, what's going on?" Leo asked his son in his chair and then quickly looked back to call out to his wife. "Piper!"
The invisible demon Vicus was holding on to the teddy bear. "Good." He imbued the bear with his corrupting dark magic.
As Leo turned to look back at his son, he could see the bear had begun to emit a strange red glow. It slowly drifted back towards his son. "Don't touch it!" Leo said as he reached out.
The unsuspecting toddler didn't see any harm in to getting back his teddy bear and took it from the demon. Leo held his breath as he saw the red glow spread to his son.
The sound of orbs filled the kitchen and adult Wyatt reformed from them. "Dad! What happened?" he asked his shocked father. Before Leo could answer, Wyatt felt an odd sensation spread through him. His appearance started to change with longer hair and more facial hair appearing. His clothes got replaced by dark jeans and a black t-shirt. Most changed of all was his expression, which went from worrisome to menacing. Vicus looked at the result of his magic with a pleased expression.
Piper and Phoebe quickly entered the kitchen. Stopping next to her husband, Piper took in the changed appearance of her son. "Wyatt, what happened to you?"
Wyatt ignored her and turned his head to the demon standing next to his younger self. "Who are you?" He asked the demon with a low voice.
"Who's who?" A confused Phoebe cut in. She narrowed her eyes at the empty space Wyatt had directed his question to. Piper, equally confused, turned to her husband. "Who is he talking to?"
Leo kept a close eye on his now evil son. "The demon." He remembered the illusion Barbas had showed him in the hospital while Chris was being born. The similarity was uncanny. Leo had no doubt that this was the evil future version of his son. The version Chris had tried so hard to prevent from ever existing. Phoebe kept her focus on adult Wyatt as well, while Piper looked worriedly at the empty space beside her toddler.
Adult Wyatt made eye contact with his father one more time before looking back at Vicus.
"Follow me." The demon said before shimmering away.
Wyatt quickly followed him, disappearing from the manor in his dark orbs and leaving his shocked family behind.
Before the Angel of Death answered Chris' question a magical wave of energy rippled through their world. The older man slowly turned around, for the first time looking suspiciously at their surroundings. He almost seemed worried.
Chris had held his breath as the wave had washed over him. "What..." Before he could fully form a sentence, his head suddenly felt as if it exploded. He gasped and doubled over in pain. His hands grasping at his head as a whole other life rushed over him in his mind.
Clarence placed a hand on Chris' back. "Easy now Chris. Keep breathing."
The young Halliwell groaned in pain, nothing even hearing what Clarence said. He managed to slowly get down on his knees before curling in on himself. The image of a dark world flashed through his mind followed up by seeing his brother standing in the attic of the manor surrounded by kneeling demons.
"Ah...Wh-What is... happening?" Chris managed to get out, not understanding where the images were coming from.
"Something has changed your timeline." Clarence explained.
Another image flashed through his mind, a young woman. "How? I-... Agh." Chris placed one of his hands on the ground, searching for support as he panted through the pain. "I-I can't... Why does it...h-hurt... gah... so m-much?"
Clarence knelt down next to the younger man. "Your soul has been formed by time magic before and is more resistant to change. Especially here in the Ghostly plane."
Blindly grasping at the angel's knee, Chris gritted his teeth trying to find some strength. "Shit. I... Can't. Do. This."
Sensing that Chris really couldn't handle the strain of alternate timeline memories, Clarence lifted his hand over the young man's head. A soft blue glow emitted from the angel's hand before slowly disappearing again.
Chris felt the pain in his head subside and managed to calm his breathing. The images had disappeared and he frowned as he opened his eyes. "What did you do?" He asked as he released his hold of Clarence's knee.
The angel got back up and extended his hand to Chris, offering to help him up. "I pushed the alternate memories back for you."
After getting up with Clarence's help, Chris rubbed his neck as he felt the muscles had tensed from the pain. "You can do that? That's some serious..."
Clarence held up his hand. "They will come through at some point as they should in this different timeline, Chris. This power is something to help those who have to move on slowly come to terms with what has happened to them. It helps them cope step by step."
"Okay..." Chris said as he started looking around. "So what now..." There were scorch marks everywhere, the air and water showed sign of pollution and the buildings were barely more than ruins. Not least of all, several spirits started to appear around them.
While some of them easily seemed to move on, some seemed lost. Either not understanding what happened to them or not accepting. Before Chris could comment on any of that, he got distracted by the appearance of even more deceased people. Apparently, people died quite often in this new timeline.
"You, Chris, will go back to your home. Use the portal to get back in the world of the living. I have work to do." Clarence replied as he looked at the spirits.
Chris turned to Clarence in shock. "Wait. No, I can't. You can't just leave me in this mess?" He said somewhat taken by surprise. "How am I supposed to use that portal, it's not working properly. I don't have any magic. There are still two grimlocks running around, God knows where." He gestured around them.
"Let me tell you something you don't know." Clarence started calmly. "Sometimes even the powers that be get shaken by things that have never happened before. About 23 years ago, you were conceived. While destined to be, the circumstances under which you were conceived were not as they were supposed to be."
Looking at the angel in confusion, Chris' curiosity rose. "What do you mean?"
"You were conceived in the Ghostly plane, Chris."
"... Sorry what? You mean that my mom and dad..." Chris trailed off; his mind catching up on the story about the Ghostly plane his mom had once told him and then his Aunt Phoebe's comment about his parents' relationship. "Oh God. Ew." An uncomfortable expression appeared on his face.
Clarence regarded the young Halliwell for a moment. "This has consequences Chris. You have a connection to this place and you will find that magic is not that inaccessible as you first thought."
Looking suspiciously at the older man, Chris wondered if his words were true. He hadn't really felt his magic in this place. Normally its presence could always be felt if he focussed on it. A sort of soft buzz inside his veins. Here he felt muted, as if it was buried deep inside of him, just out of reach.
"But how will I do that?"
Walking away from Chris a few steps, Clarence looked at the sky before replying. "That's for you to find out."
Chris followed his line of sight. For a moment he wondered if he could orb back. He closed his eyes and tried to reach out to his whitelighter magic, but found it blocked.
"Listen, I..." He looked back to where Clarence was, only to find that the Angel of Death had disappeared. Chris sighed heavily. "This is such a shitty day."
It had been a long day for the sisters and Leo. After the failed attempt by Phoebe and Paige to confront Wyatt and Vicus, Wyatt had managed to take his younger version away from his parents. Even though their plan hadn't worked in the way they wanted, they did manage to get rid of the demon Vicus. Or more so, Wyatt technically managed that by betraying him.
Other than that they managed to figure out that Wyatt was planning on using the book to return to the future. That was why he needed his younger self. The toddler had yet to become tainted enough by evil for the Book to recognize him as such. This meant that toddler Wyatt could get the book and freely give it to his future self. As soon as he had the book, he could find the spell for him to return to the future and take his younger self along with him. That way his family wouldn't be able to get to the toddler and turn them back.
It was late in the evening when the Charmed Ones started with their plan. They had left the manor, leaving Leo behind with the Book. It had taken about an hour before Wyatt finally grabbed the bait. He orbed to the attic with his younger self. Being crouched down next to the toddler, he instructed him on what to do.
"You see that book over there?" He softly asked the boy. "I want you to bring it to me. Understand?"
Adult Wyatt softly pushed the boy in to the direction of the book and the toddler complied, walking forward. At that moment Leo stepped out from the shadows behind one of the old lamps, walking up to his young son.
"Come on dad," Adult Wyatt started somewhat annoyed as he kept his focussed on his younger self, "you don't even have any powers."
Leo looked at the adult version of his son and gave a small chuckle in his reply. "That's right I don't." He knew that Wyatt would underestimate his influence when he didn't have any magic. Chris had told him before, Evil Wyatt believed in power. Magic was power and without magic there was nothing one could do to stop him.
"So what are you going to do?" Adult Wyatt stood up, scoffing at his father. "Take away my car keys?"
Unfazed by his son, Leo looked at him unimpressed. "I don't need to do anything. You're gonna stop yourself."
A contemptuous smile appeared on the young man's face. "That's what I always loved about you, dad. You're such a boundless optimist." He said to his father, clearly not believing he could be stopped.
"I know you." Leo replied, looking at his son closely. "I'm your father and I know you still have good in your heart."
"Now your optimism just sounds pathetic."
Leo laughed at that. "You know how I know that? Because this child right here still has good in his soul." He gestured at the young Wyatt.
Following his gaze, adult Wyatt started to feel frustrated at his foolish father.
"Isn't that right, Wyatt?" Leo said to the young boy, bending down to get his full attention.
"Get the Book, Wyatt!" Adult Wyatt harshly told the boy, who started to hold his teddy bear tighter to himself for comfort. "Now."
As little Wyatt looked down, not knowing what to do, Leo sat down on his haunches. "Okay you don't have to, Wyatt, you can come over here to me if you want."
Clearly starting to lose his patience, adult Wyatt addressed his father again. "Dad, seriously." Leo looked at him. "I don't wanna have to hurt you, but if you get in my way..."
"I don't believe that." Leo simply replied as he looked up at his older son. Not getting up fully, Leo walked over to the toddler. "You mind if I come over there for a second, Wyatt?" He addressed the little boy.
"Stay away from him!" Evil Wyatt warned to no avail as his father simply continued.
"Can I see Wuvey?" The young boy hesitated for a moment, prompting Leo to not give up. "Could I see him please?"
Adult Wyatt could see that his younger self was going to listen to his father. He could not let that happen. "Get away from him now or I'll kill you." Why did his father force him like this? Why couldn't he just give up? This is how he was supposed to be, a powerful ruler. Nobody dared to question him, nobody dared to go against him.
Leo turned to face Evil Wyatt and got back up. "I don't think you will." Taking a close look at his son he could see the frustration in his eyes. He knew that even this adult version of his son could not simply kill his own father. The emotion written in Wyatt's eyes betrayed him.
"I told you to stop." Wyatt felt that he was losing the battle of wills against his father.
"I was there when you were born, Wyatt." Leo replied, softly shaking his head. "I gave up my powers for you. I tried to change the world for you. And I would do it again in a heartbeat. You know why? Because I am your father."
Trying to get back control over the situation, Wyatt interrupted his father. "Stop it."
"You want to kill me?" Leo called his son's bluff. "Go ahead. I gave up my life for you before."
"Dad, please." The emotion seeped through in Wyatt's voice.
Leo continued on, relentless. "I love you. Do you understand what that means?"
His father had won their battle of wills. Wyatt felt his emotions breaking through and he closed his eyes to stop any tears from falling. Why couldn't he do this? There was nobody stronger than him in existence. He ruled his world of power. Power was everything. His family was nothing.
For just a second, his brother's image flashed through his mind. No. His brother was important because he was powerful too. That's what he had told himself. Or was it because he was his only family left? The rest of them were dead or gone, he had forced them either directly or indirectly. But even though his father in this time knew about him being the all-powerful ruler in the future with different morals than their family... He still loved him. He still cared. Wyatt didn't know how to handle that. After all those years of alienating himself from his loved ones.
Knowing that his future son would not stop him now, Leo got back on his haunches in front of the young toddler.
"Wyatt, can I just see Wuvey for one second? I promise I'll give him back to you." The young boy looked at his father. "You can trust me." Leo urged him on with success. Little Wyatt gave his father the bear willingly and his older version could only look. "Thank you."
The bear started to emit a golden glow. Leo's love for his child negated the curse that had been put on the bear. "Here you go." Leo said as he gave the bear back. Upon touching the bear little Wyatt too emitted a gold glow.
Glancing over at his adult son, Leo saw him reverting back to how he had been when he first got summoned from the future. The older Wyatt's expression turned into apprehension and then confusion as his mind returned to as it once was.
"Dad?" He asked unsurely. "Wh... What did you...?" Wyatt didn't feel good. He knew he was good but it was a fragile feeling. As if the corruption from the curse still lingered. "What happened?"
What did I do?
Leo walked over to his son, glad to have him back, and hugged him tightly. The relief was immense and sighing loudly he didn't feel like letting his son go for a long time if he could.