Piper poked her head into Chris' room and was surprised to see him sleeping soundly in his own bed. She gave a questioning look around the room and then went to Wyatt's room, he too was sleeping soundly in his own bed. 'Okay, something's wrong here, why would they just start obeying my rules now?' She decided to ask them what was up at breakfast.
She walked down the stairs with a troubled expression on her face. "Morning Piper," said Phoebe, sipping from her morning mug of coffee. She saw the expression on her sister's face and said, "What's wrong?"
"I'm not sure, I mean, nothing if you look at it one way, but there might be something wrong, and if there is we all have big problems," she said, getting a confused look from Phoebe.
"I'm confused, what may or may not be wrong?" asked Phoebe, leaning on the banister.
"Well Wyatt and Chris slept in their own beds last night."
"Isn't that what you want though? Aren't you glad they are finally obeying your rules?"
"Yeah, I am, I just, if they had a fight or something, that could be very bad. If they ever stopped loving each other like they do now, they could never go back to being just brothers, I mean, 'just brothers' don't have passionate make out sessions. So if they ever did split, what would happen to their relationship as brothers? It's ruined forever now," said Piper, pouring out her heart to her empathic sister.
"I'm sure it's nothing Piper, I mean, they can't be all over each other every night," said Phoebe, trying to relieve some of her sister's worry.
"Yeah," said Piper, giving a weak smile, "You're right, I'm sure everything is fine." Just then Chris came down the stairs, "Morning sweetie," she said, trying to mask any of her worry, and refraining herself from asking any question.
Chris was dressed in his night ware, which consisted of a now wrinkled t-shirt and boxers. His hair was sticking up at odd angles. He murmured a sleepy greeting and yawned.
"Can't you at least brush your hair or make yourself half way presentable before you come downstairs?" his aunt questioned teasingly, "I mean, what if the mayor was in the living room?"
"Then mom would freeze the room, I would run up the stairs again, change, and come back down when I was properly dressed," said Chris.
"Just got up and already a smart ass, you are amazing Chris," said Phoebe. When Chris had moved passed them into the kitchen Phoebe whisper to Piper, "Kinda reminds you of the other Chris huh? With they way things are now, do you—do you ever wonder if this is how things turned out in the other timeline? Like with Chris and Wyatt together."
"I don't know, and I guess we never will know," said Piper. Paige clomped down the stairs, looking more bed ruffled than Chris.
"Morning Paige," chirped Phoebe. Paige mumbled something that wasn't even remotely close to a greeting. They all moved into the kitchen where Chris was sitting at the table just staring at nothing. This worried Piper, but before she could say anything they all heard a shout and a thump from upstairs.
"Wyatt!" said Chris, jumping up from his seat, he ran out of the kitchen through the dining room and up the stairs. As he was halfway up the stairs he heard his mother's scream from the kitchen. Chris stopped on the step he was on, torn with indecision. A demon shimmered in front of him, holding an unconscious Wyatt by the back of his shirt and his mother by the hair.
"If anyone besides you comes to rescue these two I will kill them," said the demon. Chris lunged at the demon but ended up sprawled on the stairs because the demon had shimmered out.
a/n yay, plotness! sorry about the way the other chapter uploaded, don't know what happened. and also, i would like to make a corection from my last a/n Devil's Archangel is a guy, sorry about that friend!