A/N: This is set six months after the end of Chapter Four. Originally, this was going to be a new fic entirely. But it worked into this fic so well that I changed it. Enjoy!

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"Chris?" Phoebe Halliwell called from the living room. She was busy, hovering over a map of California, making a list of each spot where the crystal fell. This was the usual way of scrying. However, usually a map of just San Francisco was used, not a map of the whole state. Since Wyatt had taken up his post as the Source of all Evil, demon activity had skyrocketed.

Chris Perry Halliwell came walking into the living room. He sat down on the comfy chair across from Phoebe.

"Where is everyone?" Phoebe asked, nudging her glasses down so Chris came back into focus; the glasses were just for reading and with them on, Phoebe could see writing perfectly but everything else was fuzzy.

"How should I know?" Chris asked, shrugging and staring into space. He'd been very distant the past couple of months and, try as they might, no one had been able to get him to open up. Why should he? He'd lost his sister.

Phoebe frowned at him, taking her glasses off and dropping them beside the map of the state. "Are you okay? You seem like something's bugging you," Phoebe knew for a fact something was bothering him. Her empathy was picking up some serious emotions.

Chris shrugged. "Give me one reason I shouldn't be in a shitty mood," he said simply.

Phoebe was silent for a minute. How could she argue with him? It's not like he had any reasons to be happy. It was unsafe outside alone, especially for a person with good magical powers and even more so for him, being a Charmed Ones son. Worse even was the fact that his brother was the Source of All Evil. And, even worse than that was the fact that his evil brother had, months before, murdered one of his sisters.

"Oh, Chris, I'm so sorry. I know things aren't looking good but-"Phoebe began, but paused. She frowned. "Have you seen you're cousin?" she asked, half angrily and half worriedly.

Chris rolled his eyes. Of course, he knew where his cousin was. But she'd made him swear that he'd keep it a secret. If Phoebe knew what her darling daughter was doing, she'd be extremely pissed off!

"Faith better not be out wondering San Francisco," Phoebe grumbled. "I told her," Phoebe continued, "that it wasn't safe for her to go outside without someone with her. Wyatt has probes and demons and bounty hunters and god only knows what else, out there patrolling. If it weren't for your mom, Paige, and myself, he probably would already have you and Parker locked up and I don't even want to think about what he'd do to you two."

Chris nodded, suddenly feeling guilty. He should have stopped Faith from leaving. He should rat her out to Aunt Phoebe. But he hadn't and he wasn't going to. What kind of brother would be if he ratted her out? Weren't things bad enough as it was? Sky was dead and Piper and the others were still being extremely cautious.

"Yeah. Uhm, I need to go . . . shower. So, yeah." Chris stood quickly and left the room. Once at a safe distance, he tried to locate Faith. It took a long time, which scared him. But the second he sensed her, he orbed to where she was.

"Chris?" Faith cried, frowning. She brushed back her long, curly hair. It had once been blonde, but while out having fun today, she had dyed it black. What a mistake that was.

"Your mom's looking for you. I suggest you come home with me before she goes knocking on you're door," Chris explained, staring at his little sister's new hair color with distaste.

"What?" Faith demanded, narrowing her eyes.

Chris smirked. "I think Phoebe will notice your hair."

Faith shrugged. "So? Dad's hair was, like, black."

"Yeah," Chris replied, frowning. "But I really doubt Aunt Phoebe will want to be reminded of him."

"So what? It's my hair and I don't understand why she has to completely wipe my father from her life. He's in a, like, hell dimension or whatever. So it's not like he's around," Faith snapped. She brushed her hair out of her face and into a ponytail, then let it fall flat again. "I'll see you at home." She shimmered out.

Chris sighed and shook his head. Something was wrong.

Oh yes, something was very wrong. Something was very wrong with Faith. She wasn't acting like her normal self. She'd been depressed, worse than him, since Phoebe had told her Sky wasn't coming home. A good brother would mention this to his mom or one of his aunts. Parker had evil in her, from Cole's side. So, you'd think he would do the smart thing.

Not.

Chris orbed home and right to his room. The light was off and it was dark. He didn't bother to turn it on. Why should he need to, anyway? He knew his way around his room. Besides, right now he couldn't be concerned with his light being on and off. So much was happening and he felt powerless to do anything. Wyatt was gaining more and more power by the day and good magic was dying out faster than possible.

What happened when good magic completely died? The Charmed Ones were doing everything they possibly could to save the world and stop Wyatt. But so far, all attempts had failed. It seemed they could do nothing to stop Wyatt. Each time they tried, they came closer and closer to being killed. They would come home severely injured and weakened. Those were the only time Leo would come down: to heal them.

Some father he was.

But what if next time, the Charmed Ones weren't so lucky? What if they become too weak and too beaten? Would Wyatt actually kill them? Even his mother? Was he really so evil that he would kill his family? Sure, he was. He had shown that when he had killed Sky. He loved to torment them. His favorite thing was to send a vision to Phoebe, a vision of an innocent being killed. When the Charmed Ones got to the place the vision had shown, Wyatt had been there waiting. The innocent was at his side, in a trance. And before the sisters could do anything, he would stab the innocent with an athame. He would drop the dead body and then shimmer back to his headquarters in the Underworld.

Suddenly feeling sick and tired, mostly because he had so much on his mind and partly because he hadn't gotten much sleep lately, he walked to his bed and fell on to it. Or, actually, he fell onto someone.