AN: Thanks to CAYENTA, Alexandra-Halliwell, nighttime writer, Manette, Sabouki, Gabwr, Nautica7mk, darkdestiny2000, scullymulder1234, Ligia Elena, IcantthinkofaFnick, hazza123, Sweet-Charmed-Angel, and Faith-charmer

NOTES

CAYENTA: What kind of an author do you people take me for? Of course the potions going to go wrong! I will say this to anyone who's reading, because I'm getting sick of saying this. Yes, they used the memory dust on the girls AND Leo. As for the rest of your questions, you'll just have to wait to find out.

Alexandra-Halliwell: That's what I was aiming for – funny. Wyatt playfully punched Chris on the arm because he didn't really want to hurt his brother. I think what Chris is going to have to got through for the next few chapters is punishment enough, and though Wyatt doesn't know it, he agrees.

nighttime writer: Call me stupid, but what does LMAO mean? I will say this to everyone, cuz once again I'm irritated with repeating. CHRIS IS SIXTEEN AND WYATT IS EIGHTEEN. Not doing that in capitals cuz I'm mad at you. It's for anyone else who doesn't know. Glad ya though it was funny. Thanks for reviewing

Nautica7mk: Okay, you said "that was... um... interesting." Is that a diss or something? If you have a problem w/ the story, just point it out. And if you have a problem, don't read anymore of it. I won't make you suffer

IcantthinkofaFnick: I was considering with messing around w/ Chris too, but then I remembered the story is called Potions, so that was enough fooling around with the spells. Thanks for the review. I'll get to Chris, though. As you'll see in this chapter

Faith-charmer: Glad you love it. Umm, I'm not sure about Chris having a girlfriend. Probably, but if he does, know this, there is no way in hell that it's Bianca. I hated her sooooo much, and I'm glad she died. I absolutely could not stand her. If I put her in this story, she'll be the same whiny little bitch that she was, and won't get w/ Chris. Anyways, Chris probably has a girlfriend.

CHAPTER NINE

"This should work," Wyatt said, holding the bottled potion in his hand.

"Says you. Look at how well all your other potions turned out." Chris started counting on his fingers. "The one to stop the Sharber demons – that just dyed Mom's hair green. The one to instantly clean a room – that one actually made the room messier. There was that one that was supposed to give you inhuman strength, and it actually turned you into a girl. Oh! What about the time when -."

"Shut up, Chris," Wyatt snapped. "Don't get me started on your spells and potions."

"Hey, my potions are naturally perfect," Chris said simply.

"Just draw the triquatra," Wyatt commanded.

Chris held up the chalk and got started. "I don't see why this has to be a triquatra. Are you sure that's what the book said? Let me see the page," He said. Wyatt quickly pulled the book away before Chris could even move from his spot.

"It's in there," Wyatt said defensively. He better not find out that I made all this up, he thought nervously. Chris shrugged and continued to draw. Finally he stepped back, admiring his work.

"That should do," He said. Then he wiped his hands on his jeans. "Throw the potion."

"Relax," Wyatt said.

"Hey, I'm just eager to get home," Chris replied.

Wyatt lifted his arm up, and threw the potion at the wall. From the center of the triquatra, a blue spread out, and the design was lit up.

"Here goes nothing," Chris said. Then he jumped through the portal. Wyatt stood there for a minute, and then gathered his wits and started to go to the portal when Chris stepped out again, and the portal closed behind him.

"Chris?" He asked, suddenly very confused. This Chris had several Piercings that Wyatt could see, and his semi-longish brown hair hung freely and scraggly around his face.

Chris looked around with confusion. "Wyatt?" He asked. "What happened to you? You look all ... goody. Why didn't the potion work?"

"Uhh... Is that you, Chris?"

"Who else would it be, Dickhead? Jesus Christ, I need a beer. Well, if we're stuck here, we might as well get something to drink. I'm sure Aunt Prue's got some in the kitchen," Chris said. Then he grinned. "Then maybe we can go next door and torture Dan some more. Maybe even kill him."

"Are you crazy?!" Wyatt exclaimed, stopping him. Chris narrowed his eyes, and then telekinetically sent him flying across the room.

"Fuck, what's wrong with you?" Chris demanded. "I think I'll snag you a beer too. You could really use it. Maybe some hard liquor, too. And take that glamour off. It's starting to give me the creeps." Then he dark-orbed out of the room, while Wyatt was left staring at him, dazed.

Evil World

Chris came out of the portal and looked around. "Uhh... did I miss something?" He asked.

"Damn spell didn't work," Wyatt muttered. Then he looked up at Chris. His hair was styled in a Mohawk with green stripes. (AN: I hate people who look like that, and it is scary enough to be evil) His left ear was pierced, and so was his bottom lip.

"What are you looking at, shit head?" Then he cackled with laughter. "What the hell happened to you? You look like some dumb ass elder. Come on, take off the glamour."

"Glamour?" Chris asked, confused. "Well if I'm going to take mine off, then you should take yours off too."

Wyatt stopped laughing. He was next to Chris in the blink of an eye, and had him pinned by the neck to the wall. "Hey cheese face, you insulting my looks?"

"Uhh, no. I meant you should go back to looking like you normally do," Chris gasped. Wyatt stared for a moment, and then threw him against the wall.

"I'm not in the mood for a fucking comedian," He growled, before gulping down something out of a can. He sniffed his nose. "Damn it, where did I put my pot?"

"Your pot?" Chris asked, staring at Wyatt with wide-eyed horror now.

"Did going through that portal damage your head?" Wyatt demanded. "Who do I have to kill to get this to work?! Damn potion. Get over here, genius, and fix it."

"Uhh..." Chris said, staring with confusion at his older brother. Wyatt frowned at him.

"Fine, I apologize for throwing you against the wall. It's just been a while since the last time we had a good kill, you know? Itching for that." He wiped his mouth on his black shirt. "When we get back home, I'm going to make sure to take you out. A good time at P3 should lighten you up a bit." Wyatt got a disturbing glint in his eyes, and then started laughing.

"You're really starting to scare me, Wyatt," Chris said, edging away.

"Since when do I scare you?" Wyatt asked. Now he squinted. "Come on, take off the damn glamour off. Mom would kill you if she saw you like that."

"Saw me like this? Wyatt, Mom's going to have a heart attack when she sees what you've done." Chris stopped, and then looked around the attic. It was different from when he had left it. "What's wrong with the attic?" He asked, his voice beginning to quiver.

"What do you mean, what's wrong with the attic?" Wyatt demanded. "It's always like this."

"No it's not. It's so dark. Nothing here is right! That's it, we're calling Dad," Chris said. "Or maybe an elder."

Wyatt spat the beer out of his mouth. "Are you crazy!?" He hissed. "Why would you be summoning one of those ... things? They're our mortal enemy!"

"Mortal ... enemy? Wyatt, the elders may be pig headed, but they're still the good guys."

"Exactly! You don't want to go anywhere near them. Look, I think going through that portal must have put some sort of spell on you or something. We'll fix this, I promise." Wyatt ran his hand over Chris's forehead and frowned. "You're a little warm. No surprise you're acting like a total dumb ass."

Chris jumped away from him. "I think that spell we used to make you older again messed with your head. I'm going to get some help." Then he orbed out of the room.

Wyatt's eyes widened in disbelief. "He just orbed. Damn it, he's good!" He slammed his fist against the wall. His worst nightmare had become reality – his little brother had gone good.

(AN: in case you didn't pick up on it, Chris went to the parallel universe where evil is good, and Evil Chris went to Chris's world. It's the world from It's a Bad, Bad World, if you didn't get that.)