AN: Thanks to Faith-charmer, Darkness Amber, IcantthinkofaFnick, ilovedrew88, melodieeidolem, triquetraperson, Magical Princess, Red-rumm, scullymulder1234, Gabwr, Agent Sassy J, C.Charmed24/7, and darkdestiny2000
NOTES:
Ilovedrew88: No, the spell that they used was supposed to take them to where they had been when they used the potion to get there. The guys had used the potion back in 1997. I know, it's confusing, but go with me here. Nothing else was workin.
Agent Sassy J: I'm glad you enjoy the story. The end to the entire story is definitely going to be a twist to the readers, but it's going to take a while to get there. Anyways, did you lose interest in the fics, or the show. Cuz I can see you losing interest in the show. Glad I didn't offend you. I was just feeling kind of bad about that. It's cool to meet an author who won't take that to heart. I mean, you say one wrong thing, and you have everyone getting all defensive. I'll admit, I do it too, but I usually don't have that problem. Thanks for the review, and keep reading!
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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
"Back where we started from," Chris acknowledged as he took in the small attic of 1997 they'd left over an hour ago. Wyatt nodded his head in agreement.
"This time don't mess it up. We have only one chance to do this right, or we're going to end up repeating this craziness all over again. No answering knocks at doors, no wacky spells to make me younger, no stupid potions sending you to another world, and no potions to summon Aunts from the future, no blabbing that future, no turning evil, and no going to alternate universes where our lives are a TV show," Wyatt said.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Chris muttered. "Got the spell?"
"Yep. Drew said it was the same spell he used on the show to get him from the future to the past," Wyatt explained.
They chanted the spell, and then jumped through the glowing triquatra on the wall. When they came out, they were standing in Piper's office at P3.
"Why doesn't this look good?" Wyatt asked with annoyance.
"Wyatt, do the spell again. NOW!" Chris exclaimed.
"What? Why?" Wyatt asked.
"Because there's a fireball hurtling at us," Chris said. Then he pulled Wyatt down to duck. They quickly hid behind the desk.
"I don't get it! Where are we?" Wyatt asked, looking around. He looked at Chris, and saw the look on his face. "Chris, what were you thinking about when we went through that portal?"
"Umm, going home," Chris said weakly.
"No you weren't. What were you thinking of?"
"Just something Drew mentioned about the show," Chris replied.
"Hey, get away from him!" Piper called. Wyatt peered over the top of the desk to see Piper blow up a dark haired woman. There was an older Chris lying on the couch in the office in pain. The woman turned to dust, and the charmed ones walked into the office to check on Chris.
"Bianca!? You wanted to go to see Bianca!?" Wyatt demanded.
"No, no!" Chris exclaimed. "Eww! No, when I was explained to about hero me -."
"Oh boy," Wyatt murmured.
"Drew mentioned that Mom and the Aunts were put under this spell, and I was thinking we could make sure Bianca doesn't cast the spell. That way they'll be able to help Hero me -."
"One, stop referring to him as Hero You. He's not you. You're two different people with two different histories. And two, are you stupid!? We can't mess with the past. Don't you get that?" Wyatt demanded.
"Fine," Chris murmured. The two waited until the whole group had left, and then they got up and faded into the crowd before anyone could see them. They darted outside and into the alleyway.
Wyatt looked around. "Chalk," He called. It orbed into his hand, and he quickly made the drawing. Then he repeated the spell with agitation.
"Let's go." He grabbed his brother's hand and dragged the two of them through the portal.
They came out, surprisingly, in the living room. "Why are we here?" Wyatt asked. "Shouldn't we be in the attic?"
Chris shrugged. "Maybe the spell went wrong," He said; a small smile on his face.
"Well, whatever. As long as we're home again," Wyatt said. He relaxed into the sofa just as there was a loud thump from upstairs.
"Phoebe!" Piper called, running to the stairs. Wyatt jumped up, and looked to the staircase, only catching the back of his mother before she disappeared.
"Why's Aunt Phoebe here?" He asked.
Chris shrugged again. "Don't know," He said.
"Let's go make sure they're okay," Wyatt suggested.
"Why don't you go check? I'll be up in a minute," Chris said distractedly.
"Okay," Wyatt said, before he orbed into the attic. The scene before him was definitely not what he was expecting. He orbed in behind his mother, and gasped when he saw his Aunt Phoebe – younger, his Aunt Paige – entombed in rock, and an older looking Chris, who seemed to resemble Drew very closely.
Chris stopped mid sentence, and stared with shock at Wyatt. "Wyatt!?" He asked. Piper spun around, only to see thin air, Wyatt having orbed back downstairs before anyone else could notice him.
"Chris!" Wyatt bellowed as he appeared in the room. The younger boy was laying down on the couch with his eyes closed. "Chris, we have to get out of here."
"Huh?" Chris asked. Seconds later older Chris orbed into the room, and grabbed onto Chris and Wyatt before Piper and Phoebe could see them. Then they orbed out and reappeared in …
"The bathroom?" Wyatt asked incredulously.
"Shh!" Older Chris snapped, leaning towards the door and waiting until he heard Phoebe and Piper disappear down the stairs in a rush to find him. Then he spun around and glared hatefully at Wyatt.
"Oh boy," Wyatt said. He took a nervous step backwards. "Look, I'm not the Wyatt you think I am. You see, I'm not -."
"How did you follow me!?" Chris snapped, before sending Wyatt telekinetically flying into the wall. Younger Chris rushed to his side.
"You idiot! Usually you let someone finish their sentence before you throw them into a fricking wall! Wyatt's good!" He exclaimed.
Older Chris narrowed his eyes. "How can I trust you?" He spat as younger Chris helped Wyatt to his feet.
"Do I look like the Wyatt from your time?" Wyatt snapped.
"He's right. They're both stupid apes, but at least he's not evil," Chris said.
"Look, we know we shouldn't be here -."
Chris looked fiercely at his older brother. "Well if you wouldn't have messed with the spell-."
"I'm not getting started on this again," Wyatt said.
"No, I'm talking about the one you just cast! You said one of the words wrong, and this is where we winded up!" Chris exclaimed.
"How do I know you're not -," Older Chris started.
"A power hungry tyrant?" Wyatt asked. "You don't. I can tell you, though, that you do succeed in your mission, good news for you."
"Bad news?"
"You're still him," Wyatt said, jerking his thumb towards younger Chris.
"Hey!" The teen exclaimed with indignation.
Wyatt looked to older Chris. "Uhh, I know you're going to have some … trouble ahead of you, but you will overcome it."
"You mean you're not going to tell him about -."
"Chris," Wyatt said sharply.
"Or what about -."
"God, you are as bad as Aunt Phoebe," Wyatt grumbled.
"Don't compare me to her! I'm not the one who blabbed to the whole past gang everything she knew about the future," Chris said.
"What!?" Older Chris demanded.
"Oh, don't worry. We fixed it," Wyatt replied quickly. "Look, we just need to get back to our time. Pretend we were never here. Do whatever you have to, to forget and make the sister's forget, but we were never here, understood."
Older Chris considered it, and then with a sigh, nodded. "God, you're younger than me and you can still talk me into doing things."
"Seems some things never change," Chris muttered.
"I didn't drag you into this whole thing," Wyatt shot back.
"Well don't try to say I dragged you!" Chris said, raising his voice.
"Let's hurry up and cast the spell," Wyatt said quickly, noticing the worried look Older Chris was giving him. The three orbed into the attic and then they quickly had a glowing triquatra on the wall.
"In," Wyatt said strictly to Chris. "And don't think of anything but going home."
"Fine, fine. You're no fun," Chris muttered.
"And you're wearing thin on my patience, now move."
"I'm moving, I'm moving." Chris jumped into the portal, and Wyatt followed quickly behind him, before calling out a good luck to older Chris.
Wyatt stepped out after Chris. The sun was shining into the window, and the birds were chirping happily outside.
"I think we're home," Wyatt said with relief. He fell back in a chair and looked at Chris. "We did it. We got home."
"Mmm," Chris said distractedly, looking around.
The attic door pushed open, and a little boy raced in, quickly followed by a smaller girl. The two stopped and stared at Chris and Wyatt.
"Daddy? How come yous up here?" The little girl asked. She had very curly blond hair and light freckles dashed across her nose and cheeks. She seemed to be about three. The boy eyed Chris. He appeared to be eight, with the same blond hair as the girl.
"I thought you guys were downstairs," He finally said.
"Uhh …" Wyatt said, staring at them with confusion. Another little boy darted into the room. This one had reddish brown hair, and looked to be five.
The boy tilted his head to the side when looking at the two teens before him, and then said, "Did you mess up a spell?"
"What is yous talking 'bout, Victor?" The little girl asked.
"Come on, Hailey," The blond suggested. "Go play with your toys or something."
The girl frowned, and looked like she was going to throw a tantrum, when Wyatt interrupted.
"Hey, uh, Hailey, why don't you listen to him?"
"Okay Daddy," She said. Then she skipped out of the room.
The boy known as Victor stepped forward. "Are you really from the past?" He asked.
"I'm not sure. What year is it?" Wyatt asked.
"2030," The blond replied.
"Then yes, we're from the past," Chris said. Wyatt glanced at him.
"You had something to do with this, didn't you?" He asked.
"Oh come on, Wy. I think you could wait a few minutes before seeing Kira again. Besides, it's the future," Chris pointed out.
"Yeah, one that we might end up changing," Wyatt said. "We can't know about these kids."
"Why not? Mom knew about me," Chris said.
"She was pregnant with you! Chris, when are you going to grow up and take responsibility!?" Wyatt demanded.
"Maybe we should get Grandpa," Victor suggested.
"No, Daddy said Grandpa needs to rest after the attack," The other boy whispered back.
"Chris, how are you going to be able to take care of yourself when you're alone in the world? Mom, Dad and I won't always be there for you!" Wyatt said, his voice growing louder.
"Uh oh. Michael, you better go get somebody before they start arguing really badly," Victor said.
"No, I'll stay here. You go get Dad and Uncle Chris," The blond – Michael – replied.
"Fine," Victor said. He orbed off and Michael turned to Chris and Wyatt.
"You guys should be getting back to your own time before the older you guys find out," Michael said. "You'll get yelled at really badly."
"Thanks for the hint, uh …"
"Michael," Michael filled in.
"Yeah, thanks for the hint, Michael," Wyatt finished.
"Draw the triquatra," Chris said.
"Do you want to be eaten by dinosaurs?" Wyatt asked.
How'd he know that was one of my biggest fears? Chris asked himself. "No," He said swiftly, and quickly fell quiet. They cast the spell and jumped through just as older Chris and Wyatt orbed into the attic.
"What's this all about?" Older Chris asked Michael.
"Victor said something about Chris and I coming from the past," Older Wyatt said. The boy shrugged.
"I don't know, Dad," He replied. Then he walked away, leaving a confused Older Wyatt and Older Chris behind.
2020
The two stepped out of the portal, and looked around.