Author's Note: Thank you to all my reviewers, especially X3 and buffspike who have reviewed almost every chapter I posted. I know that in the previous chapter I said that this might be ending soon but it seems that it had more life than I thought. If you all get tired of the dizzying plot twists and would like me to slow it down just tell me when you review Hint hint
"Should we take him back to the Manor?" Chris asked.
"No," said good Wyatt, "We can't risk him getting loose near the book of shadows."
"He wouldn't be able to touch it, would he?"
"I don't know, but I don't want to take any chances."
"Good point. Come on, lets go back, I'm sure mom is worried, we've been gone for an hour and a half," said Chris, looking at his brother.
"Right, I'll meet you there."
"What are you going to do?" asked Chris.
"None of your business," snapped Wyatt, reminding Chris of the evil version of his brother. Chris looked at his brother, trying to see some hint of something, there was nothing there. He was completely unreadable.
"Fine, but get back to the Manor soon," he said, still studying Wyatt.
"Will do little bro."
"Don't call me that," said Chris remembering how evil Wyatt said it, and it didn't sound all that different when good Wyatt said it.
"Would you like me to call you Chris-who-screwed-up-and-got-himself- killed-so-I-had-to-come-back-and-save-his-scrawny-butt?"
"Just don't call me 'little bro'" He nodded towards evil Wyatt, "I still have issues with him."
"I'm not him," said Wyatt.
"Aren't you?" Wyatt looked shocked and Chris smiled, he had gotten the reaction he wanted, "What are you hiding?"
Wyatt knew he had slipped and he tried to recover as quickly as possible, "I'm not hiding anything.
"Oh please, I grew up around you, I know how you think and when you are hiding something, and I know that you are. So you might as well tell me now." Chris tried to hide his disappointment. He had thought that he would finally get the brother he had always wanted, someone he could trust. Now this supposedly good Wyatt was lying to him.
"It's my business and I shouldn't trouble you with it, you just have to trust me," said Wyatt, almost pleadingly.
"I don't know if I can," said Chris before he orbed out. Wyatt cried out in rage and threw an energy ball at the wall.
"What's the matter?" asked evil Wyatt, "trouble in paradise?"
"Shut up."
"Why should I?"
"Because I can kill you in two seconds without a second thought," said good Wyatt eyeing his counterpart.
"Then why haven't you?"
"Chris wouldn't let me."
Evil Wyatt let out a disgusted snort, "Whipped by your little brother, that's harsh."
"Shut up!" shouted good Wyatt throwing the energy ball, but in his rage and frustration he missed the cage. The energy ball fell just inches short and knocked one of the crystals out of alignment. The cage was immediately deactivated. 'Crap' Wyatt thought to himself.
Evil Wyatt stepped calmly out of the cage. He formed a fire ball and said, "This time there's no where to run, and you can't surprise me like you tried to do. And even if you called Chris for help I don't think he would come. Our little brother looked pretty pissed at you. Even if he has forgiven you, he wouldn't orb to you without thinking about it first because as stupid as he may act he would know that it could be either of is calling him. There is no way he would walk into a trap."
Good Wyatt formed another energy ball, he refused to let the fear show in his eyes. He knew there was no one he could depend on. Chris would never answer his calls and he wouldn't endanger any of his other family. He prepared, for the second time that day, for a battle with himself.
Chris reappeared in the living room of the manor, immediately his mother stood up and hugged him, "Oh thank God you're okay. You had been gone for a while and I was starting to worry that something had happened to you." She then noticed that Wyatt was not with him, "Where's your brother?"
"He told me to leave, I guess he had some things to do," Chris hesitated before adding, "I don't trust him and I don't think you should either."
"Why? He's good, we have no reason not to trust him, he came back to save you."
"He's hiding something," said Chris.
"So were you, but we still trusted you. You can't treat that Wyatt like he's evil, because he's not. He's not the Wyatt you grew up with."
"I still say he's hiding something."
"Where is he right now?"
"I don't know, probably still in that basement."
"What's he doing?"
"How am I supposed to know? I'm not my brother's keeper," he said.
"Actually you are," said Paige from the couch, "You're his Whitelighter."
Chris glared at his aunt, "Stay out of this!"
"Christopher Halliwell!" said his mother in a very stern voice, "That is no way to speak to your aunt! Apologize."
"I don't have to." He orbed out leaving an infuriated Piper in his wake. Phoebe and Leo said nothing, afraid to turn Piper's wrath on them.
Paige was not as smart and said, "God he's pissy when he's dead!" Piper stared at her and Paige immediately cowered.
Chris was sitting on the Golden Gate bridge, thinking about his day. 'This has been one messed up day. My "good" brother has come from the future to save me and I don't even know if I can trust him. And to top it all off, I'm dead!'
"Chris!" For the second time that day Chris almost fell off the bridge because someone was calling him. "Chris!" it was his brother. 'Yeah like I'm going to answer you,' though Chris, 'I don't trust you, and even if I did I have no idea if it's really you or the evil version of you.'
"How stupid does he think I am?" said Chris out loud.
"Pretty darn stupid of you ask me," said a voice to Chris' left. "I mean, any one with any brains at all would be smart enough to try and sense the demonic powers, that would be the easiest way to tell who was who."
Chris turned to look at evil Wyatt and said, "How'd you get out?"
"That dimwit helped," said Wyatt, meaning good Wyatt.
"I knew I couldn't trust him! Where is he?" said Chris angrily.
"Oh, he's in that basement beaten to a bloody pulp, bit similar to what you did to me. That really did hurt you know," said Wyatt grinning. Chris tried to throw evil Wyatt off the bridge with his telekinesis, then he remembered that he wasn't a witch anymore. "Oops," said Wyatt, "You're dead, remember?" He laughed as Chris just glared at him.
"Chris," he heard his brother call again, only fainter this time. He tried to sense him and found that he was seriously hurt. Chris tried to orb to him but nothing happened.
"What did you do to me?" asked Chris angrily.
"I couldn't have you saving him and ruin everything, now could I? But in a couple minutes he'll be dead and you can't do anything about it. Seeing as I failed the first time in trying to get rid of you I'm just going to have to try again." He held out his hand a Darklighter crossbow appeared in it. He aimed very carefully, "I'm going to miss you little brother."
"Should we take him back to the Manor?" Chris asked.
"No," said good Wyatt, "We can't risk him getting loose near the book of shadows."
"He wouldn't be able to touch it, would he?"
"I don't know, but I don't want to take any chances."
"Good point. Come on, lets go back, I'm sure mom is worried, we've been gone for an hour and a half," said Chris, looking at his brother.
"Right, I'll meet you there."
"What are you going to do?" asked Chris.
"None of your business," snapped Wyatt, reminding Chris of the evil version of his brother. Chris looked at his brother, trying to see some hint of something, there was nothing there. He was completely unreadable.
"Fine, but get back to the Manor soon," he said, still studying Wyatt.
"Will do little bro."
"Don't call me that," said Chris remembering how evil Wyatt said it, and it didn't sound all that different when good Wyatt said it.
"Would you like me to call you Chris-who-screwed-up-and-got-himself- killed-so-I-had-to-come-back-and-save-his-scrawny-butt?"
"Just don't call me 'little bro'" He nodded towards evil Wyatt, "I still have issues with him."
"I'm not him," said Wyatt.
"Aren't you?" Wyatt looked shocked and Chris smiled, he had gotten the reaction he wanted, "What are you hiding?"
Wyatt knew he had slipped and he tried to recover as quickly as possible, "I'm not hiding anything.
"Oh please, I grew up around you, I know how you think and when you are hiding something, and I know that you are. So you might as well tell me now." Chris tried to hide his disappointment. He had thought that he would finally get the brother he had always wanted, someone he could trust. Now this supposedly good Wyatt was lying to him.
"It's my business and I shouldn't trouble you with it, you just have to trust me," said Wyatt, almost pleadingly.
"I don't know if I can," said Chris before he orbed out. Wyatt cried out in rage and threw an energy ball at the wall.
"What's the matter?" asked evil Wyatt, "trouble in paradise?"
"Shut up."
"Why should I?"
"Because I can kill you in two seconds without a second thought," said good Wyatt eyeing his counterpart.
"Then why haven't you?"
"Chris wouldn't let me."
Evil Wyatt let out a disgusted snort, "Whipped by your little brother, that's harsh."
"Shut up!" shouted good Wyatt throwing the energy ball, but in his rage and frustration he missed the cage. The energy ball fell just inches short and knocked one of the crystals out of alignment. The cage was immediately deactivated. 'Crap' Wyatt thought to himself.
Evil Wyatt stepped calmly out of the cage. He formed a fire ball and said, "This time there's no where to run, and you can't surprise me like you tried to do. And even if you called Chris for help I don't think he would come. Our little brother looked pretty pissed at you. Even if he has forgiven you, he wouldn't orb to you without thinking about it first because as stupid as he may act he would know that it could be either of is calling him. There is no way he would walk into a trap."
Good Wyatt formed another energy ball, he refused to let the fear show in his eyes. He knew there was no one he could depend on. Chris would never answer his calls and he wouldn't endanger any of his other family. He prepared, for the second time that day, for a battle with himself.
Chris reappeared in the living room of the manor, immediately his mother stood up and hugged him, "Oh thank God you're okay. You had been gone for a while and I was starting to worry that something had happened to you." She then noticed that Wyatt was not with him, "Where's your brother?"
"He told me to leave, I guess he had some things to do," Chris hesitated before adding, "I don't trust him and I don't think you should either."
"Why? He's good, we have no reason not to trust him, he came back to save you."
"He's hiding something," said Chris.
"So were you, but we still trusted you. You can't treat that Wyatt like he's evil, because he's not. He's not the Wyatt you grew up with."
"I still say he's hiding something."
"Where is he right now?"
"I don't know, probably still in that basement."
"What's he doing?"
"How am I supposed to know? I'm not my brother's keeper," he said.
"Actually you are," said Paige from the couch, "You're his Whitelighter."
Chris glared at his aunt, "Stay out of this!"
"Christopher Halliwell!" said his mother in a very stern voice, "That is no way to speak to your aunt! Apologize."
"I don't have to." He orbed out leaving an infuriated Piper in his wake. Phoebe and Leo said nothing, afraid to turn Piper's wrath on them.
Paige was not as smart and said, "God he's pissy when he's dead!" Piper stared at her and Paige immediately cowered.
Chris was sitting on the Golden Gate bridge, thinking about his day. 'This has been one messed up day. My "good" brother has come from the future to save me and I don't even know if I can trust him. And to top it all off, I'm dead!'
"Chris!" For the second time that day Chris almost fell off the bridge because someone was calling him. "Chris!" it was his brother. 'Yeah like I'm going to answer you,' though Chris, 'I don't trust you, and even if I did I have no idea if it's really you or the evil version of you.'
"How stupid does he think I am?" said Chris out loud.
"Pretty darn stupid of you ask me," said a voice to Chris' left. "I mean, any one with any brains at all would be smart enough to try and sense the demonic powers, that would be the easiest way to tell who was who."
Chris turned to look at evil Wyatt and said, "How'd you get out?"
"That dimwit helped," said Wyatt, meaning good Wyatt.
"I knew I couldn't trust him! Where is he?" said Chris angrily.
"Oh, he's in that basement beaten to a bloody pulp, bit similar to what you did to me. That really did hurt you know," said Wyatt grinning. Chris tried to throw evil Wyatt off the bridge with his telekinesis, then he remembered that he wasn't a witch anymore. "Oops," said Wyatt, "You're dead, remember?" He laughed as Chris just glared at him.
"Chris," he heard his brother call again, only fainter this time. He tried to sense him and found that he was seriously hurt. Chris tried to orb to him but nothing happened.
"What did you do to me?" asked Chris angrily.
"I couldn't have you saving him and ruin everything, now could I? But in a couple minutes he'll be dead and you can't do anything about it. Seeing as I failed the first time in trying to get rid of you I'm just going to have to try again." He held out his hand a Darklighter crossbow appeared in it. He aimed very carefully, "I'm going to miss you little brother."