Author's Note: Just because you have been good little puppets – I mean readers – I will update again. Also, thanks to reviewers, KC-Piper-fan, Elphie2004, darkdestiny2000, YoshimiWolfspaw, ChrisBianca, LunaMoon7, charmed1s-halliwells, may-j

charmed1s-halliwells: This chapter is the good part

LunaMoon7: Uhh, it says later on in the story how old they are, but for reference, Chris is16 and Wyatt's 18.

KC-Piper-fan: Nope none are evil. I was considering turning Chris evil later on, but changed my mind

Is that it? Okay, on with the story

CHAPTER THREE

Wyatt slowly lifted his head up off of the floor with a moan. He looked around, trying to get his eyeballs to be in the right position. He slowly rubbed at his face and then looked over at Chris, who was just about turn over.

"Next time you let me handle the potion making, got it?" Wyatt asked.

Chris looked at him with utter confusion. Then remembering what had happened earlier, he sneered. "Don't you dare try to put all the blame on me," He snapped.

"Who insisted on arguing with me about the Grimm dust?" Wyatt countered. He stood on his wobbly feet, clutching his aching head. After a minute of dizziness he looked around and took in his surroundings.

Chris stood as well, pulling his back pack off of his pained back and letting it fall to the floor. "God I feel awful. We should call Dad." He covered his mouth, about to yell for Leo, when Wyatt pulled his arms down and covered his mouth. Chris looked confused, then annoyed. He struggled against his older brother, and then finally managed to pull away.

"Did you lose a few brain cells when you hit that wall?!" Chris asked angrily.

"Look around you idiot. Notice anything different about the attic?" Wyatt demanded.

Chris stared at his brother, perplexed, and then turned around, slowly taking in the attic - more carefully this time. "Wyatt, where's Caroline's old doll house? And why isn't any of the family pictures in the cabinet?" He asked; his voice full of concern and confusion.

"Exactly my problem. Everything of ours is missing. Those boxes full of our baby things, old toys, ECT. All of it's gone."

Chris looked panicked now. "I think we should get Dad," He said.

"Chris, if my guess is correct, he won't even come."

"Don't you dare say what I think you're thinking," Chris said. "There is no way we messed up that badly."

"What we?" Wyatt asked. "If I recall correctly, this is your fault."

Chris fell back on the floor with a sigh. He looked up at Wyatt thoughtfully. "What year do you think we're in?" He asked.

Wyatt considered the question. "Sometime before we were born. Look at how old the stuff is in here."

"It's like an antique shop," Chris acknowledged. "So how do we get back home?"

"Hopefully we make another potion before anyone realizes we're here."

"Well I'm sure there's some sort of entry in the book," Came a commanding voice from outside the attic. Both boys looked at each other nervously, and then darted to hide behind a box just as the attic door was pushed open. In walked a tall woman with short black hair tucked behind her ear.

"I told you already, I looked!" Came a second voice. In walked a much younger Phoebe Halliwell. She looked irritated as Prue headed for the book.

"Is that ..." Chris started, pointing at his much younger aunt Phoebe.

Wyatt nodded his head in surprise.

"Wow, quite a change to the old hag we know," Chris said.

Wyatt gave him an annoyed look, and then hit him gently. "She's our aunt!" He exclaimed.

Chris shrugged. "So? I was just acknowledging," He answered.

"I swear you have to stop with this fighting streak. Can't we all just ... get along?" Piper asked, bringing up the rear of the threesome.

Wyatt's eyes widened, and he almost jumped up, a cry of 'Mom!' on his lips. Chris quickly held him down, though.

"You know what, Piper? You should just go downstairs and busy yourself with that hott handyman of yours," Phoebe said.

Piper stuck her tongue out, and Prue laughed, before becoming serious.

"We have a demon to worry about," She said.

"Oh!" Piper said, a look of realization crossing her face. Prue looked as though Piper was stupid for forgetting, but Piper quickly surprised her by saying, "Maybe I should tell Leo to go home. I don't think him finding out my secret by getting attacked by a demon is a great idea."

"Could we concentrate?" Prue demanded.

Chris turned to Wyatt. "Dad was pretending to be their handyman?" He asked.

"Didn't you hear the old story?" Wyatt asked with annoyance.

"Err... no. I sort of zone out whenever they talk about that," Chris replied.

"Cliff notes? Dad was assigned to be Mom, Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Prue's whitelighter. He and Mom met up, and instantly liked each other," Wyatt explained.

Chris looked skeptical. "Instantly?" He asked.

"Hey, do you guys need any help up there?" Leo called as he stepped into the attic. The three sisters quickly stood in front of the book so he wouldn't see. Fortunately he was a little busy at the moment wiping his hands on a rag. He finally looked up and smiled. "I fixed the washing machine. Need any more help?"

"No," Prue said quickly.

Piper shot her a quick look of annoyance. "What she means is we don't need any help right now. If anything goes wrong, I'll call you," She said.

Leo nodded. "Alright. Well if it's okay, I'd like to check out the sink again before I leave," He said.

"No problem," Piper said. "I'll be down in just a minute. To make sure that the washer's working, of course."

"Has Mom always been this much of a spaz?" Chris asked, receiving no reply.

Leo left the attic and Prue quickly opened up the book. "There has to be some sort of spell in here to get rid of a Grethnic demon," She said, flipping madly through the book.

"Why don't you just blow him up?" Chris asked as if it were obvious. Then he realized with horror that he'd spoken out loud.

"Phoebe, where would you get a stupid idea like that?" Prue asked, looking at her younger sister.

Phoebe seemed surprised, while Wyatt shot Chris an angry glare. "Me?" She squeaked. "I didn't say anything." She looked to Piper.

"Since when do I sound like that?" Piper demanded.

Phoebe looked around, and then spotted the backpack that Chris had left on the floor. "That's not mine," She said, pointing at it. The other two sisters looked over while Wyatt hung his head.

"It isn't mine."

"Since when do we even have book bags?" Piper demanded.

Phoebe went over and picked it up. Curiously, she began to rifle through it.

"Don't!" Chris exclaimed, jumping up and ripping the backpack from her hands. All three sisters stared in shock. Wyatt, who knew he needed to protect Chris somehow, stood up next to him, meeting each one of his Aunt's eyes.