AN: Eleven reviews? It'll have to do. Here's your chapter. The next one won't be updated until Monday, though, so make sure you give a lot of reviews. Maybe then I'll UPDATE SOONER. Thanks to reviews, scullymulder1234, IcantthinkofaFnick, psycho crazy insane girl, La, pyhp, Drewfuller4eva, Gabwr, charmedsisters, Calen, adpi24, and triquetraperson

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CHAPTER TEN

Chris threw a carton of milk across the room. "What the hell is this? Where's all the beer?" He demanded.

"Mom and the Aunts don't drink, remember, Chris? Aunt Phoebe used to have a drinking problem," Wyatt said. He had decided that the dark orbs he had seen earlier was just his imagination playing tricks on him. Now he wasn't as sure.

"A drinking problem? Yeah, she was a major Goody. She refused to drink anything alcoholic, and went around with her little youth group trying to save the world. How pathetic."

Wyatt grabbed Chris's arm and stopped him from breaking anything else.

"Tell me what is going through your head before I get really worried," Wyatt said.

Chris pulled away. "You're acting like a goody. What's wrong with you?" He demanded.

"I could ask you the same thing. You aren't like this, Chris. You aren't like this at all, so try and remember your loving and happy life from before you went through that portal."

"Wyatt, you're scaring me," Chris stated. He glanced at the clock. "Sister's are going to be home soon. Which means we need to get out of here."

"Right now I'm a little bit more worried about you. Do I need to get you into a crazy house when we get back home?" Wyatt asked. "From the looks of it we'll need to find an AA." (AN: AA is Alcoholics Anonymous, in case anyone didn't know)

"What the hell is an AA? You know what? I have a really good feeling about all this," He said with disgust. "Maybe we should get some demons to help us. Maybe even Dad can help," Chris suggested.

"Demons!? Chris, why would we get help from demons, their evil?" Wyatt exclaimed.

"Exactly. Which is why they'd be of great help. You're not actually thinking of going down there for help, are you?" Chris asked. "That's suicide."

"Chris, I don't know why you think demons could help you, but we can't get Dad's help. If the elders found out that we were his children, they'd make sure we weren't born. Don't you get that?"

"Hey, the elders will cower in fear from us. Besides, we don't need to say who we are. Now move out of my way." With that Chris dark orbed out of the kitchen. So Wyatt wasn't hallucinating. His brother was evil.

Other World

Chris orbed into a darkly lit cave. This was the heavens, why was it so dark?

"Time for you to die, Whitelighter," Someone said calmly. Had that not been the exact sentence, Chris would have been relieved. In this case, he simply spun around to see Leo, crossbow in hand, aiming at him.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Chris asked, throwing his arm out and telekinetically throwing away the cross bow. Leo glared hatefully at him.

"Crossbow!" The weapon misted into Leo's extended hand. Chris quickly jumped away and ducked behind a rock.

"Are you crazy!?" He called out.

"Come out whitelighter," Leo called. "Pathetic weakling."

"Okay, Dad's crazy, Wyatt's losing his mind, and I'm stuck in the past. No reason to freak out. Just take nice, easy breaths. Nice ... easy ... breaths."

"We can continue this chase all day!" Leo called. He appeared in front of Chris behind the rock, and then pushed him back against it. "But I'd prefer to kill you now."

Chris jumped, and pushed Leo away from him. "What the hell has gotten into you?" He demanded.

Leo frowned. "I don't even know you, whitelighter," He sneered.

"Well, uh, you will," Chris said. Leo grabbed his shirt, and spun him around to slam him into the wall. "Why do people keep throwing me into walls today," He asked himself.

Leo sneered, and then raised his cross bow.

"Hey, hey! Let's not jump into this! Umm ... could we talk?" It was a long shot, but maybe Leo would listen. "I know your son, and -."

"I don't have a son," Leo told him.

"Uhh, not yet, but you will," Chris said quickly. "You see, things are a little complicated, and I think that something went wrong."

"Damn right something went wrong. I haven't killed you yet." With that he gave Chris's throat a slight squeeze.

"Ah! Do you have any idea how much that hurts? Okay, I really don't want to do this, but if you don't let me go on the count of ten, you'll be sorry."

Leo threw his head back and laughed. "You – a whitelighter – are threatening me?"

"You know what, screw this. Ten!" Chris gestured with his hand, and Leo suddenly began to gag. He stumbled backwards, dropping Chris to the ground.

"Finally," Chris coughed. He let his hand go, and Leo gasped for air. Then he threw Chris a glare. Widening his eyes, Chris quickly orbed away as Leo prepared to shoot him.

He reappeared in a beautiful room filled with flowers and a waterfall. He turned around and met a pair of dark eyes.

"Ah!" He shrieked, stepping away. The figure bowed.

"Welcome stranger," He said.

"Uhh, Cole?" Chris asked tentatively.

"Oh, have we met?" Cole inquired.

"Not yet. But we will. Why are you dressed like an elder?"

"Because I am one," Cole replied, looking confused.

"So ... you're good? And not going to kill me."

"Why would I kill you?" Cole asked with confusion.

"Where I come from, you're sort of a demon," Chris replied. Cole stared at him in wide-eyed terror. "Yeah, but that's the problem. You see, I somehow got transferred to this crazy world, which isn't my own. Everyone here who is good where I come from, is bad here. And vice versa. My Dad just tried to kill me, because I'm a whitelighter, and not a darklighter. Could you maybe ... help me?"

"Of course. But perhaps you could explain everything to me?"

"It's sort of complicated, but I'll give it a shot. It all started this morning when I left for school..."

GOOD WORLD

"And that's about it," Evil Chris finished. Balthazar stared at him for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

"Are you trying to tell me that in this world of yours, I'm an elder!?"

"Yeah, don't remind me."

"And the Charmed Ones are evil!?"

"Yeah," Chris said, his patience beginning to dissipate.

"And you're from the future, and your Father didn't even try and kill you, since he doesn't even know you?"

"Yes, damn it, yes! Are you going to help me or not?" Chris demanded.

"Sure kid, I'll help you. I think there's something like this mentioned in the Grimoire," Cole said. "We'll have to get an interview with the Source."

Chris twitched nervously. "The source, he's here?! He's the greatest Source ever," He exclaimed.

"Yeah. Come on, I'm sure he can't wait to meet you," Cole replied.

The two shimmered out just as Wyatt threw the book against the wall. "Useless thing!" He cried furiously. Everything was getting extremely frustrating, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could tolerate it. The only plan he had was to try the potion again, and go retrieve the REAL Chris. Obviously the two must have switched. Wyatt was almost certain he remembered his Mother mentioning something about a parallel universe where everyone good was evil and everyone evil was good. Chances were that Wyatt had called open that portal again, and Chris had gone through it.

Wyatt took in a deep breath, and began to mix the potion again. "I hope I get this right."