To make up for not putting any thanks in chapter five, I'm updating Chapter six as well. Here goes. Thanks to: Cat, buffgirl, aUtHiStIc, gimmeabreak, Gabwr, Drewfuller4eva, Raya Halliwell, teallover, hope master23, adpi24, YoshimiWolfspaw, Nautica7mk, brit, Zeria, Kilikapele, Queen of the Elven City, Cat Yuy, and may-j.
NOTES
teallover: Sorry about that. I really didn't think anyone would have gotten to reading it just yet. Thanks for the review
adpi24: Yeah, I tried to make Phoebe seem smarter. Not that I really like her that much, out of all the charmed ones, she's my least favorite, but she's always getting a seriously bad rep for being a stupid whore. And though I won't disagree with the whore part, she's not entirely stupid. Thanks for the review
may-j: They already found out what year it was in chapter three. Remember? 1999. Prue's distrustful because in my eye, she was always the one who had to look out for her sisters, so she was more distrustful than the others would be. Thanks for the review.
CHAPTER SIX
Chris pushed open the attic door, and all talk stopped. He fidgeted nervously before them. "Hey guy's, what's going on?" He finally asked.
"Just discussing how to get you and your brother home," Prue said. She walked over to the book and looked through it.
"You should have just told us you were from the future. It would have made things easier," Piper said.
"Phoebe!" Chris exclaimed. Wyatt, who had orbed into the doorway unseen, allowed his jaw to drop.
"Talk about uptight. I mean, you're just two witches fooling around in our attic while we were watching you for your parents," Phoebe said.
"I can't wait to meet them," Prue said. "Phoebe made it sound like we're going to be good friends."
"It would be useful to have some more people who know about magic," Piper admitted.
"I thought you hated magic," Chris said.
Piper looked surprised. "I don't hate magic. I just wish I could -."
"Have a normal life," Wyatt and Chris finished.
"Yeah, we know," Wyatt said. He smiled at his brother.
"Your family and ours must be really close," Piper acknowledged.
"Yeah, I guess we are," Chris said with a smile.
"As much fun as this ... reunion is, I think we should be slightly concerned with getting you two home. There's no doubt your parents will kill us if they found out we lost you while looking after you," Prue said. It would have been useful to have this Aunt around. She would definitely get right down to business.
"Do you have the spell?" Wyatt asked, stepping forward.
"Actually, it's a potion and a spell," Prue said. Wyatt and she leaned over the book thoughtfully reading through the passage.
"Wait a minute, what about the demon?" Chris demanded.
"We'll take care of it once you two are gone," Piper replied.
"And what about the, you know?" Chris asked, looking purposefully at Wyatt.
Wyatt thought. "I'll take care of him," He said. He looked about ready to orb, but remembered his family didn't know what that was, so instead he walked out the attic door.
"Who?" Piper asked curiously.
"Oh, Wyatt froze Leo, and is going to unfreeze him before he gets suspicious," Chris said quickly.
"Good idea," Piper said, smiling at Chris.
"Let's get started on the potion," Phoebe suggested. The others nodded and they got down to work.
Downstairs
Wyatt peered around the banister. "Leo?" He asked, confused. He came out fully and looked around. How did Leo unfreeze? "Leo!?"
"Don't you mean Dad?" Leo called from the kitchen. Wyatt paled, and then followed the voice. He stared at his Father, busily working at the kitchen sink.
"How much did you hear?" Wyatt asked softly.
"From the part about Prue dying, and someone named Paige," Leo said gently.
Wyatt winced and then ran his hand through his thick blond hair. "We're really screwing things up, aren't we?" He asked.
Leo considered it, and then stood up. He finally looked Wyatt over, and then smiled. "You look a lot like me," he said.
"Yeah, I take mostly after you. Chris takes after Mom," He said.
"I don't understand how this could happen. The elders would never allow it," Leo said, shaking his head.
"You two were very persistent," Wyatt told him. "At first the elders didn't allow it, but you guys proved to them that it was worth it." He looked thoughtful. "You look younger."
"I age?" Leo asked, a little surprised.
"With Chris for a son, even the immortal could age," Wyatt said.
"So you guys are a handful?" Leo asked.
"We're not that bad. In fact, I'll be getting my first charge in a week," Wyatt said.
"Congratulations," Leo said, smiling happily at his son. Then he frowned. "I can't be allowed to remember this," He said softly.
"No," Wyatt admitted. "If you know, there's a chance we won't be born."
"I understand. I don't want to lose you two, so I'll give you the memory dust," He said.
Wyatt smiled. "Thanks Dad," He said.
"That sounds really weird," Leo said. The two laughed, and then hugged.
"Hey, what's going on down here?" Chris asked.
"Dad's giving us the memory dust," Wyatt said happily.
"Dad?" Chris asked, raising an eyebrow.
"He overheard us talking," Wyatt explained. "He understands that we have to erase his memory, though."
"I always told you Dad was understanding," Chris said.
"This coming from the kid who tried to kill him?" Wyatt asked.
"What!?" Leo demanded.
"Don't worry, he was possessed," Wyatt said quickly. Leo shook his head in awe. "Besides, I was there to heal you from the darklighter arrow."
"Darklighter arrow?" Leo asked, looking nervous now.
"Relax Dad, we have it under control," Chris said.
"Why are you down here, Chris?" Wyatt asked.
"Oh, Aunt Prue – god that sounds weird – finished the time travel potion. We're going to go home now," Chris explained.
"Thank god for small miracles. I can't wait for this whole mess to be over," Wyatt mumbled. He took the bag that Leo had left on the counter. Memory dust.
"Let's go," Chris said, and then he orbed into the attic. Wyatt turned to Leo did and gave him another hug, before sprinkling some dust over him. "Sorry Dad," He said. Leo nodded, and then fell asleep on the floor. Then Wyatt followed in his brother's foot steps and orbed into the attic. Well, they didn't orb into the attic. They weren't that stupid. They orbed outside it.
Chris pushed the door open and the two stepped in.
"Do we need the power of three?" Wyatt asked.
"Yes," Phoebe replied.
"Okay, what exactly are we doing?" Chris asked.
"We draw a circle on the wall like that," Prue said, gesturing to the giant chalk circle on the wall. "Then we start the spell, and one of you throws the potion at the wall."
"Sounds simple enough," Wyatt said.
"Soon we'll be home," Chris agreed.
Wyatt fingered the little pouch in his hand as Chris took the bottle containing the potion.
"Once you say this spell, you won't be able to get it back," Piper warned.
"That explains why it isn't in the book in the future," Chris said.
"Were you looking for a time travel spell?" Wyatt demanded.
"Not exactly," Chris said, trying to look innocent. Wyatt shook his head.
"You and I are going to have a long talk when we get back home," He warned.
"How fun," Chris replied dully.
"Are we ready?" Prue asked.
"Yes. Start the spell," Wyatt instructed.
"Witches across the family line,
Gather round and open the portal through space and time,
Help us travel through,
Open the portal as we finish this rhyme."
(I know, REALLY sucky spell. I can't help it, though) Chris threw the potion at the wall, and a bright blue vortex appeared. Wyatt took a small clump of memory dust, and turned, blowing it into the sister's face. They instantly fell asleep on the floor.
"Let's get out of here," Chris said.
"Alright," Wyatt said. Then he jumped through the vortex, Chris following quickly behind him.
The two came out in the attic again, and froze, taking in the sight of their surroundings. "Oh you have got to be kidding me," Chris murmured with shock.
(Do not worry people, this is not the end chapter. There is still plenty more to come. After all, this story is called potions for a reason. Also, did anyone notice anything ... unusual?)