Disclaimer: I, sadly, shall never own Charmed, unless the producers take my many death threats to a literal level.

Phoebe sighed in relief; at least Wyatt hadn't decided to hurt the kids yet. Bindle and Bailey were in a crystal cage, innocently playing a hand game with each other and obviously oblivious to what was going on around them. Wyatt paced in front of them, a dozen demons at his kneeling at his feet.

"Leave me," he ordered to the demons. "Come when I summon you once more."

The demons all blinked and shimmered away on his command. Wyatt stroked his chin, deep in thought, with a frustrated look on his face. He turned to Bindle and Bailey.

"What are your names?" he demanded.

"We already told you, meanie," Bindle replied impatiently. "My name's Bindle and his name is Bailey. What's yours?"

"Don't be worrying your little heads about that, now...Do you know how I ended up in...wherever we were?"

"Yeah. Bailey used a tracking spell to find our cousin, Wyatt, but we got you instead."

"Wait...you know my name?"

"You're WYATT?" Bailey exclaimed.

"Yes I am...but how could you be my—my cousins? Who is your mother? I'm most certain that all of the Charmed Ones are dead."

"You were the one that killed them!" Bailey accused. "You're EVIL!"

Wyatt turned his back on them for a moment, agitated. A smirk appeared across his face. He turned back to them with a hurt, sorrowful look. "I was framed, Bailey, don't you see? I never meant to kill my own family. The evil demons...they made me...they possessed me..."

"LIAR!" Bindle shrieked in her little high-pitched voice.

"Oh, but you see, Bindle? That's what they thought. They wouldn't accept me, they wouldn't take me back once they thought I was responsible. I'm innocent...I've been hiding so they wouldn't hurt me...All I wanted was to come back to my family..."

"Then why did you kill all those innocents?" Bindle screeched, tears running down her cheeks.

"I didn't!" Wyatt lied. "It was someone else—a—a shape-shifter, that's it. It took on my form and uh...terrorized people, pretending to be me."

Bindle and Bailey considered this. "Are...you sure?"

"I'm positive," said Wyatt, lips curling into a grin. He knocked the crystal away from the cage, breaking it. "Come here, COUSINS." He swooped them into a hug (or as close as a villain can get to hugging) and Bindle and Bailey hugged him back.

Wyatt broke away first. "So...will you two help me?" he asked.

Bindle nodded. "Okay."

"Now, first, tell me...who are your parents?"

"Our mommy's name is Prue and our daddy's name is Mark," Bailey responded.

Wyatt's face turned to one of shock, but he quickly recovered. "Is your mother a whitelighter? What's her maiden name?"

"Uh..." Bindle thought for a moment. "If whitelighters can orb, then yes. And her last name is Halliwell, like Chris' and the twins."

"THEY'RE STILL ALIVE!?" He boomed, appearing angry. The children leapt back and Wyatt quickly changed from furious to "relieved." "Oh, I'm so glad to hear it..." he lied. "I thought the assassins...never mind." He cleared his throat. "So...if you're going to help me, I'll give you some new powers. They may seem demonic, but they're actually pretty cool!"

"Okay!" The two of them exclaimed.

Bindle stopped following Wyatt. "Wait...what'll we do with them?"

"I'm going to summon the rest of the family, starting with Chris," he explained. "I'm going to...uh...try and get him on our side, too. If they don't come on our side, that means that they're possessed to, so we have to beat the evil out of them by torture. Then the demon will go away," he said skeptically, obviously making it up as he went along.

"They won't be hurt, right?" asked Bailey.

"Of course not!" exclaimed Wyatt. "They'll be perfectly fine. Now, here's the potion. Drink up," he said cheerfully, handing them the vials and watching them drink.

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"Let's just go back to class," said Colin.

"No, I'm serious..."

Just then, a whitelighter—Brian—orbed in out of nowhere. "Come on," he commanded. "There's been a shift of balance. We think that Wyatt has captured Bindle and Bailey and given them powers...you have to go to the P3, NOW."

"But we need to check out of school—" Mel protested.

"Taken care of," he assured Mel, grinning and holding up a fake ID. He orbed them out of the school and back into the remains of the old restaurant, where they found Chris buckled to the ground trying to shake off a spell.

"It's a summoning spell," Brian explained, "Wyatt's put it on him. He kidnapped the littler ones earlier, we don't know why...but he's given them powers. We don't think he's hurt them—he's most likely turned them."

"No!" Mel gasped.

With a last blindingly bright flash of blue, Chris disappeared from the P3.

"Damn it, come back!" Bianca cried out. She looked as if she might cry but she held it in. "He was right, he was right...Why didn't I listen? They're gone, gone..."

Mel went over to Bianca and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "It wasn't your fault, Bi. There was nothing that we could've done." She gave Colin a sharp I-told-you-so glare before turning to everyone else in the room. "We have to get them back," she said firmly. "What can we do?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out," said future Brian. "It seems that, like I said, Bindle and Bailey had been kidnapped."

"What?!" Prue screamed.

"Calm down, Prue. They're okay, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sense them. You can sense them too—we just can't orb. Their kidnapper—Wyatt, most likely—put an anti-orbing spell of some kind wherever they are. I think...he's turned them."

"Not my babies, he can't turn them..." Prue sobbed. Mark made a desperate attempt to comfort her though he was too shaken to do so properly.

"He can manipulate them. You know how clever Wyatt can be. They might not know right from wrong, after all, they never met Wyatt—"

"Exactly what I've been thinking!" Mel exclaimed out of nowhere. "How the hell does he know about Bindle and Bailey if he never met them? He never knew about them because we only first met them the day that Brian dropped them on us after Wyatt got loose!"

"There must have been another way he found out," said Colin darkly.

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Bindle and Bailey watched in awe as Chris appeared in the corner, gasping for breath. Wyatt grinned.

"So, little brother; have you given up yet? Will you join me?"

"Never," Chris spat, getting to his feet shakily.

"What was that?"

"I said I'd never join you, you bastard!"

Wyatt grinned. "Then..." He formed a fireball in his hands and nodded at Bindle and Bailey for the cue. "...suffer the consequences."

BAM!