Well, well, well; we're here again. Welcome to the scariest place on earth, my imagination! I decided after the help of one of my reviewers (thank u pukah) that this story is basically going to have three plots the torture stuff (or at least based around those events). Insight into Wyatt and the scary things that happen there and well, stuff loosely based around season six (this chapter starts that one.) So I hope you enjoy this one seeing as it's extra long.

As usual i don't own the charmed stuff or the p.o.d lyrics.

AK8- well there's something there, I don't know about good...

Angelical-demon- Awww... thank you, that's so nice! I'm glad you like it and I'm sure yours will be great (let me know when you've one up okay?)

Pukah- As you can see, taking your advice, and if you like you can insert your can-can seen right about here.... Coz I don't think I'll have them getting up and dancing unless of course they're under some kind of spell....

Reveal to me the mysteries

Can you tell me what it means?

Explain these motions and metaphors

Describe your vision, the meaning is missing

Won't anybody listen?

Chris turned the necklace over in his hands and a huge wave of guilt washed over him as his eyes locked onto the large emerald oval. It had been almost six months since the events at Valhalla, he'd killed a Valkyrie, Reysa, she had offered him help and he had killed her to protect his secret. Time didn't change what he had done, four Valkyries were dead in order for the sisters to go to Valhalla, and the fourth amulet had been for him. The other three had been destroyed; he wasn't sure why he'd kept this one.

'Guilt probably. You've always been a sucker for punishment Halliwell.' He thought to himself cynically.

No matter how hard he tried to justify his actions he'd killed in cold blood and what was worse was the fact that even though he tried to make himself believe that it was for the best, one thought still lingered in his head. He was no better than Wyatt.

The witch pushed his bare feet deeper into the warm sand and looked up; he smiled as he gazed over the ocean watching the waves. He wasn't sure why he'd come to this beach, he didn't even know where it was. Chris had never ventured off the sand; he'd found this place when he was a kid-playing orb and go seek with Wyatt. He'd never found him here, or maybe he did and just decided to let his little brother keep it for himself, he didn't know but it was a nice thought. Dawn was the best time for coming here, he loved to sit and watch the waves break onto the sand and the stars rescind as the sun climbed, it gave him; hope.

"Chris!" It was his Aunt Paige, he shook it out of his head it didn't sound urgent, it could wait a little while longer.

"Chris get your ass here now!" All three sisters yelling for him at once, now he knew it was urgent. With the tranquility shattered he sighed and orbed to the manor.

"Where is that neurotic son of a...."

"Paige don't you dare finish that sentence." Piper growled as she blew up a couple of the demons who had swarmed into the attic.

Blue orbs appeared in the attic right in the firing line of both parties, as soon as Chris materialized a darklighter arrow imbedded itself into his shoulder causing him to yelp and take a few steps back before an energy ball was thrown at him. Completely unprepared he didn't have the time to use his tk to redirect it and the young witch copped it full force in the stomach causing him to cry out in pain and fall to the ground.

Chris heard his mother scream his name as she froze every demon bar the one that was advancing on the injured witch,

Piper flicked her hands and everything that was frozen blew up.

Paige looked at her oldest sister and asked, "So why didn't you do that before?

All she got in return was an icy glare and the reply, "Chris."

That was enough, the three witches came out from behind the couch from which they had previously sought refuge in order to stop the demon which was advancing on their whitelighter.

The demon's hood fell down revealing a man about twenty four years of age with dirt blond hair and crystal blue eyes.

"Hello Christopher."

Chris' eyes widened in recognition and shock as his attacker both slowly and telekinetically lifted him to his feet and pinned him to the wall. The sisters, who were about a meter or two away from them stopped dead in their tracks, although they had never seen the man before they could tell by their whitelighter's reaction, it was Wyatt.

A blue ball of energy formed in the mans hand as he advanced on the younger witch. Chris, who was desperately trying to free himself from Wyatt's telekinetic bonds, could feel the darklighter poison taking over him. His hand tightened it's grip on the pendant as the young Halliwell suddenly became very aware of the pain from where the energy ball had hit him in the stomach.

"So Christopher, how are you?" He asked casually.

"Well you're here, so take a guess." He replied sarcastically, "Let's see, demons, darklighter's and visits from my megalomaniacal older brother, you can see why I hate Mondays." He smiled wryly and added, "ET Tu?"

"I'll be better when you behave like your family, like a Halliwell."

"Wyatt. You honestly expect me to go back to a place where you're the source of all evil and did I mention that you're the only other living Halliwell?"

"Chris I'm offering you an olive branch here." He growled.

"Well warlock you can shove your olive branch up your ass."

Wyatt backhanded him with such force his head violently snapped to the side slamming into the wall with a loud thump. As he turned his head back to face his brother the sisters cried out seeing the blood trickling down the side of his face. Chris shifted his gaze to meet his brother's and stared at him defiantly.

"Tsk, Tsk Chrissie. Where are your manners?" He asked condescendingly.

"The same place as your morality."

"Wyatt please stop it," Piper begged, tears welling up in her eyes; " He's your little brother."

Wyatt turned to his mother, "That's exactly why I'm doing it," he said simply, "If anybody else had done what he has I'd kill them on the spot. You don't understand what it's like to have your little brother betray you."

"I didn't come back here to betray you Wyatt." Chris said in an attempt to turn his brother's attention away from his mother and Aunts.

"That's right little brother, you came here under the misguided impression that you could 'save' me." He sneered. Waving his hand his signature blue forcefield sprung up over the sisters, "I wouldn't want you to miss the show ladies." He said, his eyes not once shifting from his brother.

The twice blessed's lips twisted into a smile as he thrust his hand and energy ball into his little brother's chest. The pain was evident on Chris' face for a brief moment before it regained its usual Stoic composure. Beads of sweat formed tiny rivulets which intermingled with the blood which was already trickling down his face. Wyatt laughed as he increased the voltage on the energy ball, Chris was biting his lower lip so hard it had begun to bleed.

Piper couldn't believe what she was seeing, that her eldest child was doing this, to his brother. There were no words to describe what she was feeling, going weak at the knees she leant on her sisters for support. The pain was excruciating finally Chris couldn't take it any more and screamed.

"Ah Christopher its been such a long time since I've heard you scream." He smiled.

"We both know this isn't a social call Wyatt. What do you want?"

"You. I want you to come back with me, perform the blood bond ritual and take up your rightful place at my side. As my consort Chris, it is where you belong. "

"Be your bitch? You can shove that idea up your..." Chris stopped mid sentence, his brow creased as he suddenly realised something. Green orbs began to drift from his body, he knew that he was dying and by the look on his older brother's face; Wyatt knew it too.

"I'm sorry Wy." He rasped, the darklighter's poison had almost fully taken over him.

"Alright Chris," Wyatt sighed defeatedly, "You can stay. For now."

Wyatt puled his hand from his little brother's chest and lowered him down to the ground. Looking sadly at him for a moment he raised his hand and the darklighter arrow flew from Chris' shoulder. He turned away and muttered the words to the time travel spell. Lowering his head, the portal opened he disappeared through it, when Wyatt was gone the force field went down and the sisters ran to Chris' side. By the time they got there his lips had turned blue and he was shaking violently. Thinking quickly Paige called for a tea towel, folded it and placed it in her nephew's open mouth, "So he doesn't bite his tongue." She said simply, which was good timing for, a secong later his jaw clamped shut.

"LEO!" Piper screamed, as she stroked her son's hair, when he didn't come she looked up at the roof and shouted, "LEO WYATT, I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOU'RE DOING, GET YOUR ELDER ASS DOWN HERE! CHRIS IS DYING!"

A swirl of blue orbs revealed a serene looking Leo dressed in his golden elder robes.

"Blessed be."

"Cut the crap Leo." Phoebe growled.

The elder took a moment as he removed his robes to survey his family's tear stained faces. Without saying a word the sisters moved away revealing their dying whitelighter. The shaking had stopped and Paige had removed the tea towel, now the only way to tell he was alive was the shallow his and fall of his chest. Leo moved to his side, the youngest Halliwell's face had turned deathly pale making the blue of his lips seem even brighter. Leo raised his hands over the boy and began healing him, the elder was shocked at how much damage had been done, this was enough to kill any whitelighter or witch, yet he was still alive; barely.

Slowly the colour returned to Chris' face, his body arched as he gasped for air, when his body relaxed and he was breathing normally but he was still unconcious. Leo was about to ask what happened whan a swirl of blue orbs appeard around Chris neck leaving behind a Valkyrie pendant, Chris clothes changed to brown pants and a dark green linen shirt, he looked different somehow, stronger, more powerful; like a warrior.