Phoebe awoke to the sound of things exploding in the attic.
"Paige!"
"What?"
Phoebe ran up the stairs. "What are you doing now?"
"I'm not sure. I woke up early this morning and couldn't go back to sleep, so I decided to
work on a potion that will turn Wyatt into a girl."
"What? You're crazy. We can't do that. Can we?" Phoebe thought about this a moment,
then added, "We should talk to Piper and Leo about this first, shouldn't we?"
Paige stood back as she threw more ingredients into the cauldron, and waved away the
puff of pink smoke the erupted from it. "Maybe."
"Maybe what?" Chris orbed in to the explosions coming from upstairs.
"Maybe nothing," replied Phoebe, but soon found that the truth spell hadn't worn off
from the night before, and blurted, "Maybe we should talk to Piper and Leo about making
a potion that will turn Wyatt into Prue.
Paige rolled her eyes. "This truth spell stuff's just peachy, ain't it?"
"There are demons out there that could attack at any moment, and you're up here
concocting potions to turn my brother into a girl?"
"Well it makes sense, doesn't it?" said Phoebe. "If Wyatt becomes the girl he's supposed
to be, the demons won't be able to take him...will they? He...she...whatever...will be
stronger as Prudence Melinda, right?"
"I don't know," replied Chris. "But even the Elders thought he was going to be a girl.
This wasn't a simple mistake. Someone deliberately made things this way, and as I told
you before, they will take him, and the world as we know it, will end. I've been there. It's
a fiery hellhole...with no Charmed Ones."
He let this last comment sink in, then continued, "No Power of Three, no Phoebe, no
Paige, no Piper to save the world. So you can sit here and think of ways to change Wyatt
back, or you can get out there and kick some demon ass. Have it your way." He opened
the attic door and stomped down the stairs.
Paige looked at her sister. "Well, he's telling the truth. We know that much."
"I'm going to go talk to Piper. Are you about finished there?"
"I believe so." She took a small flask and filled it with the rose colored liquid. "Should
we try it on Wyatt?"
"What if it kills him?"
"Then the world will probably be better off. The bastard kills his aunts and his own
mother. Think of the greater good, Phoebe."
Phoebe sighed. "Alright. Should I tell Piper?"
"Knowing Piper, she'd wring your neck before she let you touch her baby. I think not. I'll
talk to Leo. You give this to Wyatt." She orbed out.
"Why me?" groaned Phoebe as she ambled down the stairs and sat by Wyatt's playpen.
Wyatt was happily chewing on one of his toys.
"Hey, little guy. Forgive me if this goes wrong..." Phoebe stood up and tossed the flask
into the playpen. She expected to hear an explosion and see a cloud of smoke, and in her
mind, she imagined what Prue would look like, sitting in the playpen in the very spot
Wyatt had been only seconds before.
Instead, she heard a soft thump and the shattering of glass.
Phoebe opened her eyes. She scanned the room for the source of the sound. Her
eyes came to rest on the floor in front of the playpen, where pink liquid was oozing out
from the broken flask. She raised her eyes a little more to see Wyatt staring back at her,
his force field up.
"Paige! You might want to come look at this!"
Paige orbed in. "Did it w—"but stopped short when she saw the force field. She
immediately knew what had happened.
"Wyatt only uses his force field against evil, I don't understand," said Phoebe.
"What was that?" Piper yelled down the stairs.
"Oh great," mumbled Paige. "Now we get to deal with the mother bear."
"Paige!"
"What?"
Phoebe ran up the stairs. "What are you doing now?"
"I'm not sure. I woke up early this morning and couldn't go back to sleep, so I decided to
work on a potion that will turn Wyatt into a girl."
"What? You're crazy. We can't do that. Can we?" Phoebe thought about this a moment,
then added, "We should talk to Piper and Leo about this first, shouldn't we?"
Paige stood back as she threw more ingredients into the cauldron, and waved away the
puff of pink smoke the erupted from it. "Maybe."
"Maybe what?" Chris orbed in to the explosions coming from upstairs.
"Maybe nothing," replied Phoebe, but soon found that the truth spell hadn't worn off
from the night before, and blurted, "Maybe we should talk to Piper and Leo about making
a potion that will turn Wyatt into Prue.
Paige rolled her eyes. "This truth spell stuff's just peachy, ain't it?"
"There are demons out there that could attack at any moment, and you're up here
concocting potions to turn my brother into a girl?"
"Well it makes sense, doesn't it?" said Phoebe. "If Wyatt becomes the girl he's supposed
to be, the demons won't be able to take him...will they? He...she...whatever...will be
stronger as Prudence Melinda, right?"
"I don't know," replied Chris. "But even the Elders thought he was going to be a girl.
This wasn't a simple mistake. Someone deliberately made things this way, and as I told
you before, they will take him, and the world as we know it, will end. I've been there. It's
a fiery hellhole...with no Charmed Ones."
He let this last comment sink in, then continued, "No Power of Three, no Phoebe, no
Paige, no Piper to save the world. So you can sit here and think of ways to change Wyatt
back, or you can get out there and kick some demon ass. Have it your way." He opened
the attic door and stomped down the stairs.
Paige looked at her sister. "Well, he's telling the truth. We know that much."
"I'm going to go talk to Piper. Are you about finished there?"
"I believe so." She took a small flask and filled it with the rose colored liquid. "Should
we try it on Wyatt?"
"What if it kills him?"
"Then the world will probably be better off. The bastard kills his aunts and his own
mother. Think of the greater good, Phoebe."
Phoebe sighed. "Alright. Should I tell Piper?"
"Knowing Piper, she'd wring your neck before she let you touch her baby. I think not. I'll
talk to Leo. You give this to Wyatt." She orbed out.
"Why me?" groaned Phoebe as she ambled down the stairs and sat by Wyatt's playpen.
Wyatt was happily chewing on one of his toys.
"Hey, little guy. Forgive me if this goes wrong..." Phoebe stood up and tossed the flask
into the playpen. She expected to hear an explosion and see a cloud of smoke, and in her
mind, she imagined what Prue would look like, sitting in the playpen in the very spot
Wyatt had been only seconds before.
Instead, she heard a soft thump and the shattering of glass.
Phoebe opened her eyes. She scanned the room for the source of the sound. Her
eyes came to rest on the floor in front of the playpen, where pink liquid was oozing out
from the broken flask. She raised her eyes a little more to see Wyatt staring back at her,
his force field up.
"Paige! You might want to come look at this!"
Paige orbed in. "Did it w—"but stopped short when she saw the force field. She
immediately knew what had happened.
"Wyatt only uses his force field against evil, I don't understand," said Phoebe.
"What was that?" Piper yelled down the stairs.
"Oh great," mumbled Paige. "Now we get to deal with the mother bear."