Chapter 10: Discovered

On the highest floor, of the tallest building in the world, was the throne room of Wyatt Mathew Halliwell. This building was twenty stories high. Once Wyatt had come to power, he had destroyed most of the world's buildings. The only one he had left was the Tenth Street Apartment Complex; he kept this building intact for his headquarters. Now only did the building have a security system that included retinal scanners and witch probes, but it also had enough barracks to hold all the demons in the underworld. Wyatt had cordoned of the sixteenth and seventeenth floors as meeting rooms for his different demonic counsels around the world. The eighteenth floor had once belonged to Chris and his sister Justine, but was now empty. The nineteenth floor was the penthouse. It was where Andrea and Wyatt lived.

Currently, Wyatt sat on his throne in the highest room. The throne was the size of an extra large lay-z boy chair. The frame was made of gold, and it was covered in red velvet cushions. Though he had a throne, Wyatt had decided against the crown. He felt that the crown seemed too wussy, while the throne symbolized power. The throne itself sat on a stage, so that Wyatt was two feet above the rest of the room. "Report," he said to the scout demon that knelt before him.

"Your lordship, report has come in that your brother has returned from the past."

"I knew he would," smirked Wyatt. "He never could leave well enough alone. Is that all?" Wyatt asked, already plotting how to capture his little brother.

"No, your highness," the demon replied. "Our scouts have found the hide out of the resistance. They are held up at the old Baskin and Robbins Ice Cream Shop. We have a dozen warlocks working to break through the door."

"They've found the hideout hmmmmm, that's very good," Wyatt's cocky grin securely put in place. "Anything else?"

"Yes my lord, three women and a man were seen following him through the portal. The demon in charge did not recognize them. Right now we have psychics working on pulling their pictures from the demon's mind. The photos should be ready any minute your highness."

"Anything else?" Wyatt asked, beginning to get angry. He knew who the others were. This was an unforeseen complication that would need to be handled with delicacy. "Bring me the surveillance photos. I'll be in the penthouse. Also, call together the counsel. We have an invasion to plan." Wyatt stood up from the throne and strode out of the large doors at the end of the auditorium without looking back.

"Andrea," he greeted the very angry young woman who had been listening from behind the door.

"We had a deal," she said coldly, straightening herself up to full height. She looked challengingly into her husband's eyes, daring him to deny their history.

"Really?"

"Don't play with me Wyatt. I came back here without a fight, and you swore you wouldn't kill him. I won't stand by and watch you do this. I will stop you from doing this if it's the last thing I do."

"My dear wife, we seem to make a lot of deals, what do you have to offer me in return for your lover's life?" He asked, clearly enjoying taunting Andrea.

"I'll...I'll give you an heir. If you promise to never harm or kill your brother, I'll sleep with you," Andrea stuttered. She looked up sincerely, to find Wyatt laughing at her.

"My sweet Andrea, if I wanted an heir, I'd take it," Wyatt grinned as he grabbed both of Andrea's arms and pulled her close. He pulled her in to him and kissed her roughly. "But don't worry," Wyatt said pushing away, "I won't kill Chris, but I am planning on killing all the rest of the resistance members, and making the two of you watch. Now leave me, I have work to do." Wyatt pushed Andrea away again. "Go up to the penthouse, I'll be up in a while."

"No," Andrea said strongly, once Wyatt had entered the elevator, "I have to save them." With that final declaration, Andrea strode towards the far elevator.

Back in the resistance's compound, everyone had piled into the giant cafeteria. At one table, Leo, Chris, Justine, and the sisters sat together eating their meals of hamburgers and broccoli.

"So, Justine, how do you know Chris?" Piper asked, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.

"Don't," Chris said shortly between shovel-fulls of food. "Man, I'm starved. I haven't eaten all day."

"Chris, your mother asked me a question," Justine said, shocked that he would dare talk to Piper like that. Chris looked like he was about to say something, but Justine cut him off. "I'm Chris' sister." Then she stuck her tongue out at Chris, just to tick him off.

"Wow, Piper gets three kids! What about me?" Phoebe asked. "Who do I marry?"

Justine looked sad for a moment when Phoebe mentioned her children, but soon snapped out of it, and replied, "Sorry, I can't tell you that."

"What about me? Do I have any kids?" Paige asked, suddenly excited.

"That's enough," Chris said loudly. "No more about the future," he warned Justine. "Let's just eat in peace."

"Alright sweetie," Piper tried to pacify Chris.

"And enough of the babying already. I'm twenty-three years old! You are not my mother. My mother is dead!" At this point Chris was yelling. Every head in the cafeteria turned as he stormed out the back doors. It was so hard getting used to his mom not knowing who he was, but now he wished it had stayed that way. He had finally gotten used to being alone, and now Piper and Leo find out who he is and start to treat him like a toddler. He didn't want to be Piper and Leo's little boy he just wanted everything to go back to normal, so that he could save Wyatt. He couldn't get close to Piper just to loose her again. He wouldn't.

"Chris!" Piper called after him, slightly worried. "I should go after him." Piper rose and ran after her son before Leo could object.

"He'll be ok," Justine said, putting her hand on Leo's arm. "It was really hard on us when you all died. Chris has finally gotten used to doing things on his own, and now you guys come back. It's hard on him."

Outside Chris sat in the hallway, staring at the far wall. "I don't want to talk about it," he said as Piper came and sat next to him.

"Well I do," Piper said sitting down next to Chris. "Sweetie, I know it must be hard to loose your mom at a young age. I lost my mom too, but I want to be here for you. Listen, just because I die, is no reason we can't get close now. If anything we need to utilize the time we have."

"I guess you're right. I'm sorry. It's just-"

"Sweetie, its fine. You shouldn't apologize. Let's just start over." Piper reached over and hugged Chris, who finally smiled and began to get up.

"How about we go for a walk and-"

"Chris! Chris!" a young woman called, running towards him. "It's Andrea, she sent a message. Wyatt knows you're here. He also knows where the hideout is. There are warlocks posted at the entrance trying to break through. Andrea said they're planning on an attack sometime in the next week. The counsel wants to see you immediately."

"This is not good," Chris said, staring after the girl as she ran off to tell the other officers about the meeting.