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"What...?"

Leo stared at the spot his son had just jumped off of. Surely he could hit a button and press rewind, make that stop from happening...

What the hell was wrong with Chris? He'd been hurt before, but never enough to kill himself. Chris was strong, he could take it; that's why Leo had always felt confident in leaving him alone before, right?

Then he saw it: the smirking darklighter basking in the glory of his completed task.

"You bastard," Leo screamed. "I'll get you..."

"Too bad, because by the time you're through with me, that kid down there's gonna be dead."

The words seemed like reality pulling him back and slapping him on the face. No, he couldn't lose Chris, too. He'd already lost Piper today! Even though he wasn't always there for Chris, he didn't want him to die because some darklighter took advantage of his loss.

"Once I save him, I will find you," he vowed, orbing down to the water below.

He couldn't see much, just a few plants, but he knew Chris was nearby. He could sense him. In all the time that it took Leo to react, Chris must have hit the bottom already. But where was he? He swam around desperately, knowing that the life force was fading quickly as he went along.

Scanning the dirty muck-filled floor of the Bay, he finally saw a hand. He grabbed it, pulling Chris out of the plants he was entangled in, and orbed to the manor.

He cringed when he arrived. Piper's body was still on the floor...but that didn't matter now. He needed to save a life now, not mourn over another.

"No..." Chris moaned as Leo began to heal him. "Go away, Wyatt..."

"Wyatt isn't here," Leo assured him, continuing to heal.

"Watch out..."

"Argh!" Leo cried. Someone had him by the throat, and he couldn't orb away. "Wyatt, let go of me! Stop this, stop this right now!"

Wyatt only grinned maliciously down at the semi-conscious Chris while strengthening his hold on Leo's neck. "You're next, Chrissy," he hissed, orbing away with Leo.

"NO!" Chris protested. He slowly got up, but everything spun. He knew that no matter how much he hated Leo, he couldn't let him die. But somehow he couldn't sense, he couldn't even orb...He clenched his eyes shut tightly, trying again, but he stayed on the manor floor drenched in blood.

"Gideon."

Nothing happened, though. It was barely a whisper, there was no way that Gideon could hear him from that far away.

"GIDEON."

A twinkling noise entered through the manor and Chris could feel Gideon's shadow looming over him regally.

"Chris, I can't heal you, you know that. I'm an Elder. That's why I couldn't heal your mother, you have to understand...Elders can't interfere in the lives of mortals. Good luck, Chris."

He was about to orb away but Chris grabbed him by the ankle.

"No, YOU have to understand...It's not me...my father...was taken..."

"Where was Leo taken? What happened, Chris? Who's behind all this?"

Chris tried to respond but no words came. He shook his head to explain to Gideon that he couldn't speak...when a different voice spoke, instead.

"I took him," Wyatt cackled, having orbed in from the corner. "Do you want him back, Gideon? It can be arranged...at a price."

Gideon withdrew his attention from Chris and glared at the intruder. "What do you want, traitor? Was killing your mother and aunts and cousin not enough for you? Do you want to see others suffer as well?"

'No!' Chris thought. His head was screaming. Phoebe and Paige and Mel were dead, all because he hadn't warned them. How could Wyatt destroy them all, just within the half hour time span that had gone by? It wasn't fair...everything was crumbling...

"No, after killing Victor I thought I'd take a break."

Chris cried out from the bottom of the stairs where he lay. This couldn't be happening, their grandpa was the last one he had left. What was he going to do now?

Wyatt grinned at Chris' reaction. "But I will give you back Leo. All I ask is for something...no, someone, in return..." He gave Chris a fixed smile. "I want Chris."

"What?" Gideon gasped. "You can't do that..."

"Give me Chris or elder boy dies," Wyatt threatened between clenched teeth. "I have him locked up with an unpredictable darklighter AS WE SPEAK. Do you really want to take any more risks with losing elders, Gideon?"

Gideon's eyes flashed between Chris and Wyatt several times, trying to rationalize a decision. Just by trying to eliminate Wyatt when he was littler had caused so much destruction. He wished he could take it back, then Wyatt wouldn't be evil—but it was too late.

"Fine. Take me." Chris stood shakily and stumbled towards Wyatt. "Just promise that you won't hurt him or anyone else."

"I promise," Wyatt laughed, orbing away with Chris to his lair.