BLINDED BY THE WHITELIGHTER BY ASHA DREAMWEAVER

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

Summary: Gideon goes after the Halliwells. The Elders have decided that the Charmed One's progeny is too powerful to let live. Unfortunately he meets an unforeseen complication in the form of adult Wyatt, come back from the future to collect his wayward brother, Chris.

Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews! They are really appreciated!

Review responses:

Abby Lockharte-Carter - are you kidding me? I LOVE long reviews. The longer, the better. Chris is nearing seventeen at the moment in this fic. Wyatt is nineteen. As for the Charmed/HP x-over, I was thinking along the lines of Harry being a gift child ie. Prue not wanting an abortion and unable to carry the baby to full term cast a spell which meant that a couple meeting the criteria she set who were trying for a baby would receive hers. To clear it up, the baby left Prue's womb and was magically transferred to it's new mother's. The parents wouldn't know anything about this switch but through the placenta and the magic surrounding the parents, the baby would be blood-bonded to his new parents. Technically, he would have physical and magical attributes originating from four biological parents. Sorry for the longwinded explanation but it's kinda complicated.

Annya - there'll be about 25 chapters.

Calen - I felt that way too but in this fic, Wyatt's trying to watch out for his little brother and he really doesn't want to tell him about Gideon's crimes. At first it was because Chris would brand Leo with the same brush but as time wore on, Wyatt just didn't want to tell him, especially since he couldn't predict which way Chris's temper would go.

Chanty - I'm rather inexperienced at writing romance. So I'm trying to gloss over Chris/Bianca.

evendim - Merlin, yes! Of course, it would be a different fic!

Geminia - No Prue isn't Lily. See my response to 'Abby Lockharte-Carter' for the longwinded explanation. If I had to answer this question for every reviewer, the review response section would be longer than the actual chapter!

Kaye - No, the Harry Potter fic idea is a fic totally separate to this one!

Kick-n-kill - I realise that Chris in Charmed has a slightly different character but at the moment I'm writing about a nearly seventeen year old Chris, not his twenty-two year old version so leeway can be taken. He hasn't been through what made him Chris the Neurotic Whitelighter yet.

NoAlias - Wyatt's a crafty one…

Queen Isa - Thanks! I'm not very much into Chris/Bianca though. I mean she's like six years older than him and on the enemy side.

ShaedowCat - Sorry! I have absolutely no intention to drive you insane!

Slain - The crossover was never planned for this fic. (1) I admit it. I like Harry Potter. (2) JK Rowling may have a less realistic magical background than Charmed but it is entertaining. (3) I really hope you wouldn't shun this fic because the author decided to write another in a different genre. You've been a really great reviewer so I'd hate to lose your input.

And major thanks to:

Athene Saile, Barbas, Crimson Amber, denna5, Kristy Anne Halliwell, Night-Owl123, night time reading, PrueHalliwell, Queen of the Elven City, rhia, Stranded Stargazer, Vivid Butterfly

CHAPTER FOUR: POWER OUTAGE

On Wyatt's next visit, he decided to give Chris one more chance to take the easy road and join with him. Typically, Chris hadn't been co-operative, infuriating and amusing Wyatt.

"Do you expect the world to somehow miraculously become some little version of Elder-land?" he mocked, "Do you really think anything can go back to how it was? It can't. Magic is everywhere now. To give into everyone who doesn't have it is just asking for the witch trials to be started up again. Are you even listening to me?"

Chris was doing his best to stare at the wall above Wyatt's head, he was refusing to be even somewhat civil to his brother.

Wyatt shook his head in frustration, "When are you going to get over this good vs. evil complex you have? Can't you just accept the new order of things?"

"And accept you as the new overlord of all Evil, and everything else besides?" Chris sneered, "No thanks."

"You're only making this harder on yourself, you know," Wyatt pointed out, "You can't hold out forever and if you keep pushing me, I can't guarantee that the time you spend here until you see the light will be pleasant."

"And you think helping you kill innocents is a viable alternative?" Chris said sarcastically, "'Cos I'm just so eager to be a mass murderer."

"You're not going to listen to any sense are you?"

"If it's coming from your mouth, no." his little brother snapped, refusing to even look at him.

Wyatt sighed, he had hoped it wouldn't have to come to this. Reaching into his pocket and fingering the cool metal inside, he stood up and said, "It didn't have to be this way. But you made your choice."

Chris looked up, alarmed at his tone, his whole body tensing in preparation for a fight. But Wyatt wasn't going to give his little brother a chance to do anything.

Expertly immobilising him with telekinesis, he pulled the silver bracelet from his pocket and secured it around Chris's wrist, using magic to ensure it couldn't come off.

Releasing the younger boy from his bindings, he watched Chris scrabble to pull the bracelet off, wincing suddenly as a blinding headache ripped through his head.

Wyatt settled himself back down and waited for Chris to recover. It didn't take long.

"What is this?!" Chris demanded angrily, "What did you do to me?"

"I only made sure that you won't be able to do anything stupid," he explained calmly. "That bracelet blocks your powers. You're as good as powerless with it on. The only thing I left you with was your ability to call me."

Chris was nearly speechless in his shock and anger so he continued, "Not to mention it stops you from passing through my wards without my permission. No more escape attempts for you little bro. My probes will be keeping a very close eye on you. And oh yes, you can't remove it. Not unless you want a permanent migraine."

"You bloody collared me! Like some animal!" Chris shouted, his anger boiling over, "I'm nothing more than a slave to you, is that it? Want to make me jump at your beck and call just like everyone else?"

Wyatt took a calming breath, losing his temper would most definitely not help him out here. "You're my little brother Chris, I offered you a place at my side but you refused."

He heard Chris mutter under his breath, "Like I would want to work for the Source!" but he ignored him and continued on.

"You not only abused my trust, you betrayed me by plotting against me. By rights, you should be dead. If I didn't care for you, you would be. You can deny it all you want, but I've got your best interests in that. Maybe some day you might actually see that instead of quoting the Elders' damn rules all the time!"

Chris felt violated, mad and upset. He couldn't believe Wyatt had done this to him. And then to try and justify it! "And you think that 'my best interests' justify treating me like this? Doesn't seem much like brotherly love, does it?" he said contemptuously, wanting to hurt Wyatt at least half as much as his older brother has hurt him. "You think locking me up is the right thing to do? You're not my brother, you're just a tyrant who wants to control everyone and everything!"

Even though he was hopping mad, and really felt like punching Wyatt, Chris wasn't stupid enough to try. Wyatt was stronger than him even without magic, and with it… well, unstoppable was pretty much the word that was applied to him.

"You brought this upon yourself, Chris," Wyatt said calmly, as if he didn't recognise the death glare in his brother's every expression, "YOU forced my hand with your actions. You ran away, I didn't throw you out. You went to the resistance, I never betrayed you as you did to me."

"And so I was supposed to stay shacked up with demons?"

"You didn't seem to mind when it was Bianca," Wyatt said and saw Chris's face darken even further through hurt, rage and pain at the reminder of Bianca's betrayal and his own gullibility.

"You have no right to talk about her to me." Chris hissed, his hands clenching into fists, "Not when you ordered her to do it in the first place!"

"Please," Wyatt scoffed, "I never said she was to sleep with you. I believe that was her own initiative."

"You just have to ruin my life in every way possible, don't you?" the younger witch ground out, "You just can't leave it alone."

"I'm not about to let you get yourself killed. You'll thank me for this one day, and no matter how much you whine about it now. You're my little brother, and therefore my responsibility. And I'll forgive you for your misguided mistake, as long as it isn't repeated, but I can't trust you again until you earn it. Maybe if you behave, you might get some of your powers back."

"Like you would reward a dog that rolls over on command?" Chris said in disgust.

Wyatt firmly contained his ever growing anger towards Chris, and calmly pointed out that he wasn't foolish enough to think Chris won't try again after his 'brainwashing' by the resistance. And so more drastic measures were necessary to secure his co-operation.

"And I've decided to make sure that you can't cross me again." he said, watching the growing wariness on Chris's face, "I'm going to create a blood link little brother, and there's not a damn thing you can do to stop me."

"I'll never do it!" Chris swore.

"Well then I guess it's a good thing that I don't need your permission to do it, isn't it?" Wyatt said softly, "You forced me into this Chris. I don't want to have to be your jailor but I can't let you ruin everything I've worked for either. You might think you know the truth of things, but I assure you, you know nothing about the side of 'good' that you keep clinging to."

When Chris didn't reply, he made to leave, only pausing at the door to say goodbye, "I've given you fair warning. Don't make me hurt you. I don't want to but I will if I have to."

Chris was duly escorted back to his suite of rooms by a bodyguard of two demons. Wyatt was really taking this 'let's make Chris a prisoner' thing seriously.

Stonily ignoring the snickers and taunts of demons who had once feared him, but now knew he couldn't levitate a pebble, let alone kill them.

Near the end of the little parade, he had had enough.

Whipping out an athame, he stabbed the nearest demon in the stomach, vanquishing it in a flash of fire. Twirling the knife, he glared murderously at the rest of the shocked demons, "Don't cross me," he snarled, "You may think I'm weak but I can still kill you. Whereas you can't kill me. Mock me again, and you're gonna be demon bits. Got it?"

Stalking off to his 'cell', he left a group of startled demons in his wake.

Maybe their Liege's brother had some potential after all…

Ignoring the guards stationed outside his door wasn't easy. Chris felt this insane urge to vanquish them, probably due to his frustration at his inability to escape his brother's clutches.

Flopping onto the bed in defeat induced despair, he commenced staring at the ceiling until he finally fell into a fitful slumber.

Chris was back watching his mother's ghost.

"We never saw it coming." Piper said dazedly, "He was just there and he killed us all. Our powers wouldn't work." Her brown eyes locked onto her youngest son's, "He said he's coming after you and your brother. You can't be caught out like we were."

"We called and we called but he never came."

I don't have much time. I love you Chris, always remember that. I'm sorry that I couldn't say goodbye to Wyatt so tell him I love him for me, will you?" she said, tears leaking down her face, "You two stick together now alright? That demon is going to come after you and I fully expect you both to kick its ass or else do me a favour and run. I don't want you joining me where I'm going for another seventy years or so, ok?"

But instead of leaving him like he remembered, Piper whirled on him, "How could you let this happen? How could you let Wyatt turn? It's all your fault Chris! You're no son of mine! How could you let Wyatt become evil? How could you turn Chris?!"

The scene shifted to Leo, glaring at him in disgust as usual. "You're a useless little waste of space! Why can't you be more like Wyatt? He never gets into as much trouble as you do! God, you were a mistake, Chris. Nothing more than a mistake. Why we bothered to keep you I don't know…"

Next up was Bianca, "Stupid little boy. Did you really believe I loved you? Are you that gullible? Falling for a demon? And you think you aren't evil? How stupid can you get?"

"What's wrong Christopher?" Wyatt sneered, "Finding out that the 'good' side isn't perfect at all? Scared of becoming like me, brother? Too late. You already are…"

In front of him, an innocent was vanquished in a gush of flames…

In his room, Wyatt woke from his sleep after sensing Chris's distress. Terror, panic, guilt and sadness were emanating from his brother's room and he wondered as to the cause. He may be as mad as hell with him, but that didn't mean he wouldn't take care of him.

Orbing into Chris's bedroom, he saw his little brother twisting and turning atop of the covers, caught in the throws of some nightmare.

It was a familiar scene, as he had had them for a while after their mother's death. But he didn't think Chris had experienced many for a year or two.

Padding quietly over to the bed, he sat down on the bed, and gently drew Chris into his arms, soothing him with soft words and whispered reassurances.

Eventually Chris calmed down, and his sleep was peaceful again.

Wyatt stared at him sadly. If Chris were awake he knew, he wouldn't accept any comfort from him. He longed for the close relationship they had had before their mother's death, for the easy companionship each had offered the other.

Still, he vowed, he would get it back.

In time, Chris would understand why he had done what he had done. He would understand and forgive him, and hopefully help him in his goals. Once he was shown the truth of things, he would see reason Wyatt knew.

All they had to do was get through this rough patch, and eventually, things would get back on track again. Even if he had to move heaven and earth to do it. He wasn't prepared to lose the only family he had left.

Making himself comfortable against the headboard, he tightened his grip on Chris, and thought on the many things and people that threatened to separate the last of the Halliwells.

And then he settled down to watch over him for the rest of the night…

A/N: So? What do you think? Please READ and REVIEW!!!!