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Leo orbed to the bridge, he needed a moment alone to collect his thoughts before facing Wyatt.

He could do this-he could do this-he could do this-he could do this -he could.... NO! He realised that there was absolutely no way on earth he could do this. There was no way he could kill his own son. It was too much. In his life he had made sacrifice after sacrifice for the greater good, some of those sacrifices hadn't been his to make but he'd made them anyway, hurting the people he loved and for what? What the Hell difference had it made in the grand scheme of things? Well it ended here. Screw the world and the consequences, this wasn't his fight any longer, Wyatt would not die by his hand.

Feeling calmer and more at peace than he had for years he orbed into his old bedroom at the Manor and the horrific sight of Chris being murdered by a demon while Wyatt calmly watched.

"CHRIS!"

Incandescent with rage Leo obliterated the demon before turning to Wyatt. "YOU BASTARD! He's your brother." He fumbled for the potion.

"Tut, tut, tut. Now that's not nice and Mom's going to..." For some reason Wyatt faltered and stepped back, looking aghast at Leo.

"Oh Leo what have you done?" Leo swung around, bewildered to see Piper, she pushed past him, intent on getting to Chris.

"Wyatt, do something I can't find his pulse." She was panicking now.

Leo stumbled forward. No, this couldn't be happening, he couldn't watch this happen, not again. He placed his hands over Chris's chest desperately trying to heal him, knowing that it wouldn't work, knowing that his son was already dead.

"WYATT! Please."

His mother's cry woke him from his stupor and Wyatt stepped forward. He looked coldly at Leo. "Get out of the way elder, you are no use to anyone."

A bright light shone from Wyatts's hand and enveloped Chris, illuminating him. Wyatt chanted, "Caducas exanimas vita aetas anima," until at last Chris opened his eyes dazed. "Dad?"

Leo took his hand, tears of relief pouring down his face. "Shh, its ok son, you're ok."

Chris focused, he was finally here, back in the future and there was his Dad, not old Leo distant and uncaring but the loving father he had just left behind and his heart leapt, Mom, weeping and hugging him, still alive and there was Wyatt all grown up and stood anxiously by his bed, his Mom's bed in the Manor. Home. His head sank back as joy and pride and relief flooded through him. "I did it. I freakin did it."

But the illusion didn't last.

Wyatt stepped away from the happy family scene, his eyes on Leo. His voice cold and detached. "No, I did it. The evil and apparently expendable son."

Leo missed the second part of Wyatt's statement as a thought sunk into place; he looked up. "You're an alchemist? You can raise the dead. Then why...." He glanced at Piper.

"..didn't you raise me?" She wasn't angry or disappointed, just very surprised.

Chris closed his eyes to shut out the pain. No! She was still dead.

Wyatt shrugged. "For what? So you could come back to this same miserable life? So you could fight and scrap and sacrifice everyday for nothing. No recognition, no thanks, no happiness, no chance of a normal life. I couldn't do that to you Mom, even if he could."

He turned to Leo. "I wanted something better for her. For all of us and unlike you I was prepared to put my family first."

Wyatt took Piper's hand. "I will bring you back Mom. You and your sisters, I promise. When I've made this world fit for you, when you can come back to a real life."

Piper looked at him to stunned to speak.

Chris got up, trying to come to terms with the fact that it had all been for nothing, everything he had gone through had been for nothing, that he had changed nothing. He broke the silence. "Is this it?" He laughed sardonically. "You are telling me that the reason you became evil was to make Mom happy. You're insane. You do know that right? You can't seriously think that's a satisfactory justification for all that you've done, all the misery you have caused?"

Wyatt sneered. "Oh tell me little brother, explain the world according to Chris the Good, what exactly do I have to justify?"

Leo interrupted. "You could start with the massacre of the wood nymphs and possibly end with the torture of leprechauns."

"I didn't vanquish the wood nymphs just moved them for a while, they are so stupid they never even noticed."

"But you said..."

"I said nothing. You never asked. You were too busy telling me how I wasn't your son. So happy to finally be proved right – lets face it you've all been waiting for me to turn evil for years. Did you think I didn't know?"

Chris blurted out. "That's crap. I can't believe you are trying to tell us that you haven't killed innocents. I have seen them, I have known some of them"

Wyatt gave him a look of scorn. "What innocents like Valkyries you mean Chris, acquaintances like Giff, how about allowing your Aunts to sacrifice old class mates to save you from Scabber Demons. Tell me is there some volume trigger with this, kill 4 or 5 innocents and you are the honoured saviour of your family and the world, kill more than 30 and you are an evil tyrant. You know you might want to use a thought blocking potion before you try to take the moral high ground with me. Don't you dare lecture me about killing beings that stand in your way and Leo before you decide to tag team in, exactly how many Elders have you now notched up?" He dropped his voice to a theatrical whisper "and of course, as usual, we will all be very careful not to mention the 100's of innocents who died so that you could have a good time on Chris's 10th birthday."

"Wyatt! Stop it." Piper could bear this cruelty.

"Oh Mom, don't act so appalled, its not as though you haven't heard worse. Hell it's not as though we all haven't seen, heard, done worse every day of our lives. If you wanted me to have a more reverent attitude to the lives of other beings perhaps you should have arranged things so that my earliest memories were not fighting for my own, or watching my mother come home covered in blood and demon gore. Do you know there probably isn't a whole week in my life where I haven't watched at least one thing die."

He was spitting his bitterness out now. "Is that really the life style that you are desperate to preserve with the good vs evil balance that you worship so."

They watched him as he paced the room unleashing the resentment that he had hidden for so long.

"And how about the lives I have saved, or don't they count in this sophisticated reckoning system that you have? Do you know exactly how many mortals died in the world at the hands of demons this year? Do you?" He paused momentarily to glare at them. "Fifty, that's it. A grand total of 50 and each and every one of the demon killers is now dead. Do you know how many were killed the year Mom died? 15,000."

"You just don't get it do you. The old way didn't work. You weren't fighting to preserve good, you were fighting to preserve the Elders at the top of the tree and you were never ever going to win. No matter how many you killed there would always have been more. Is that the life you wanted for Chris and me, for our kids for theirs?"

As he ranted he became more and more upset and the others ducked as pictures and objects in the room rose up and began hurtling around, following a circuit above Wyatt's head, he didn't notice.

Pipe grabbed his hand desperate to calm him down. "Why didn't you tell us? You could have explained how you felt we could have talked to you, helped you."

He looked at her heartbroken. "I was trying to keep them safe, until it was safe. I thought it might protect them from my enemies. I thought they might have believed in me, you did. I never thought...." He looked at Leo and held up the vanquishing potion that he had orbed unnoticed from his father.

"Would you really have done it?" Without waiting for an answer he tossed the vial back to Leo. "Here, take it. For all I care use it. You know what it just doesn't matter any more. You don't matter any more. I guess I was just stupid, I thought family meant something." He laughed hollowly. "Well I won't make that mistake again." He turned to Piper. "Deathbed promise or not. Sorry Mom, not the family reunion you were hoping for."

And with that he orbed out, leaving his family dumbstruck, the only sound being the crash of objects as they hit the floor.
Ok, before anyone gets upset with me, I am not still not commenting whether he is good or evil or insane, that's completely your decision - I've got a nice view on this fence and I'm staying here, however, the various members of his family definitely have views about his words and what they should do about him, if you want to know what they think you'll have to come back for the next part

Oh alchemist spell is from Cayote Piper, I got it from this really good website I am not sure if I am allowed to post it here so I will do it with gaps - www. charmedpo3. com.