Author's Note: Thanks to reviewers, Magical Princess, Kilikapele, triquetraperson, scullymulder1234, Gossy707, Ligia Elena, IcantthinkofaFnick, YoshimiWolfspaw, Gate Traveling Neila, darkdestiney2000, Alexandra-Halliwell, MerlinHalliwell, Calen, hazza123, KC-Piper-fan, Gabwr, and goldstranger

Ligia Elena: Thanks for the review, but I'm a little confused. What is it that Chris says, that you think I'm speaking through him for? I guess it didn't show up. Oh, well, hope you guys like this next chapter

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Well this is just great," Wyatt squeaked with annoyance. He attempted to run his hand through usually unruly hair, but it was now cut in a mushroom cut. He groaned. "You did something to that spell."

"No I didn't," Chris countered with annoyance. "At least nothing that you apparently think I did."

"Well why aren't you younger?" Wyatt demanded. Chris shrugged. "I guess we worded the spell wrong. Let's think."

"The spell was: witches across the Halliwell line, bring to us what we will find, what is sought in space and time," Wyatt provided.

"Okay. Umm, the 'witches across the Halliwell line' part sounds pretty good," Chris said. Wyatt nodded a light consent. "Bring to us what we will find. Well, we were sort of summoning something to us, then."

"Yeah," Wyatt said, tapping his foot with annoyance.

"Yeah, so that leaves what is sought in space and time," Chris finished. "What is sought through space and time. What is sought through space and time?"

"Well this is an easy answer. What is it that everyone wants?" Wyatt asked.

"A spell book that actually has useful spells?" Chris suggested.

"Although that would be very helpful right now, that's not what I was getting at. Youth. Everyone craves to have their youth returned to them," Wyatt explained.

"Right. I suppose I could see how everyone would want that. But why did you change, and I didn't?"

"Because you already have the mind of a ten year old?" Wyatt suggested.

Chris smacked him in the back of the head and grinned. "Hey, I could get used to this."

"Too bad you won't. You're going to fix this, understand?" Wyatt demanded.

"I will, I will," Chris grumbled. "... Eventually."

"Don't start. Just reverse this."

"No. I think I'll have some fun first," Chris replied.

"We don't have time for fun!" Wyatt cried. He narrowed his eyes at Chris.

"Whoa, did you do that pouting thing on Mom all the time? I'll bet you did. No wonder you always got away with things," Chris exclaimed.

"I didn't always get away with anything," Wyatt snapped. "Now change me back."

"Give me a minute, I think I have a spell forming in my mind. I need paper," Chris said.

"I'll get it. Keep up the brainwork. One only knows how long it will last." Wyatt had muttered the last part under his breath as he walked into the conservatory.

"I heard that," Chris called.

Wyatt stared up at the cabinet. It hadn't seemed that far away before. Okay, I can get up there. All I need is a chair. I don't need Chris's help. Wyatt began to drag the chair over to the cabinet. We'll just fix this situation, and then we can get back up into the attic and use my potion to go home. That will work.

Wyatt stood on the chair and reached up for the paper. It was on the highest shelf. "Why is the paper so high?" He demanded, thinking how ridiculous it was to keep paper at such high elevation.

"Do you have the paper yet?" Chris called.

"Uhh, not really," Wyatt called back. Well this was humiliating.

Chris strolled into the room, and froze when he saw his brother standing on the chair. "Oh boy, do I wish I had my camera or what?" He hooted.

"Will you shut up already and help me?" Wyatt demanded.

"Sure, no problem," Chris replied. He waved his hand and the paper levitated down to him. Wyatt frowned.

"Why didn't I think of that?" He asked, pouting.

"I guess your mind is de-maturing. You're thinking like a ten year old," Chris said thoughtfully.

"That's not reassuring," Wyatt snapped. "Start that spell now, before I forget how to spell my name," Wyatt threatened.

"You knew how to spell your name at ten," Chris said with amusement.

"Yeah, well once my mind is gone, who knows what sort of problems could occur. What if I forget about Kira? Or work. I wouldn't be very useful to you then. My mind could revert back to my life at ten. Hurry up with that spell."

"I'm working on it. Oh, and did you realize there was some paper in the drawer?" He asked, turning away to hide his smile. He had found the paper while looking for a pen. Wyatt let out a low growl.

"I'm writing, I'm writing," Chris mumbled. His hand flew quickly across the paper as he wrote hastily. Finally he looked up. "Got it."

"Good. Give it here so we can cast it," Wyatt said. He reached up fro the paper, but Chris jerked his arm back. Wyatt narrowed his eyes into slits. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I seem to recall playing this game with you a lot when we were younger, Wyatt," Chris said innocently.

"Chris, I am going to beat the living -."

"Ah, little children shouldn't swear," He said knowingly.

"Damn it, Chris!" Wyatt exclaimed.

"Alright, alright. Calm down. Here." He lowered the paper to Wyatt's eye level. The smaller boy reached out for it, and Chris pulled back up.

"Whoops," Chris said.

Wyatt gave him a meaningful glance, so Chris lowered the paper again, and Wyatt snapped it out of his fingers. "I aught to kill you," He snapped.

Chris ruffled his hair. "Little children shouldn't threaten the older people," Chris told him.

Wyatt jerked back. "Oh trust me, I do a whole lot more than threaten when this spell is fixed."

"Uhh..."

"Let's see. 'Halliwell witches give us deem, help us through before Wyatt screams, Youth he is, but adult be he, as I will, so mote it be.' Hmm, it should work," Wyatt said.

"Let's give it a shot."

"Halliwell witches give us deem,

Help us through before Wyatt screams,

Youth he is,

But adult be he,

As I will, so mote it be."

Wyatt quickly began to grow, until he was back to being eighteen. He flexed his fingers a little. "What a relief," He said. Then he turned and gave Chris a playful punch in the arm. "That's for making the worst out of an already horrible situation."

"I figured as much," Chris grumbled.

"Alright, let's try my potion," Wyatt said.

"Sure, why not," Chris said dully as the two started up the stairs.