Quillsandbolts: Wait no more, dear friend! Herein lies the trick!

Raya X: Aww, you mustn't cry, Raya, at least not now! And I did read that 'Harry Potter' fic you put up. It's pretty good, but you know that already!

chyp: Oh yes, chyp, it's the trick…


Matthew strolled casually toward Euler, who was still having a hard time trying to fight off James' clone. At Matthew's signal, James' clone vanished into the air. Euler jumped up, standing face to face with Matthew. He began to glimmer out, but Matthew, with a wave of his hand, forced him back into the room. Matthew became transparent and phased himself right into Euler. Wesley stood up; his hold had been released. He could do nothing but watch Matthew rip Euler apart from the inside. He looked on in horror as Euler's body twisted and contorted in pain.

"Matt!" Wesley shouted. "This isn't you! You have to stop this! You can't kill him!"

"He can do whatever he wants," James said from behind Wesley. Before Wesley could turn around, James had grabbed him by the neck, putting him into a deadly headlock. "Now you're gonna watch this, because you're next, brother."

Euler screamed as the pain reached its maximum. He could feel every part of his body beginning to explode. With all the strength he could muster, he looked Wesley into the eyes and unstably muttered, "I love you, son." With those words, he exploded, leaving Matthew standing in his place. Matthew shook his head, smiling.

"What a rush," he said. "Still got it."

"Son?" Wesley and James asked at the same time, then looked at each other.

"If he said what I think he said," Wesley said, "then you killed my father! All this time I've been looking for him and you killed him before I got a chance to know him!"

The frustration and anger had built inside of Wesley until he couldn't hold it anymore. He tried to loosen James' hold around his neck, but his brother was stronger than ever. Then, he glimmered in a sea of light and reappeared in front of his brothers. Before they could react this time, he was quicker. He flashed his hands and the two of them froze in suspended animation.

"Okay," he said, giving himself a pep talk. "You can do this. You're a grown man. You just glimmered all by yourself. Now get the Book and get the hell out of here!"

He ran to the Book and flipped through it frantically. He was searching as fast as he could, but in the past fifteen years the Book of Light had grown considerably thicker. He turned and saw James and Matthew beginning to twist their way out of Wesley's freeze. He looked faster. As he lifted his hand from a page, the Book began to flip on its own, coming to rest on a spell: To Correct That Which Should Never Have Been. It was a time travel spell, but it was only a one-way trip. Wesley quickly, but carefully read the details. The effects of the spell would take him back to a specific point in time, one which he had to concentrate on, where he would retain his memory of everything that had happened since then for only a few minutes, giving him a chance to change things. Afterwards, he would forget everything and live out the altered future. Perhaps the best part about the spell was that it didn't require all three brothers to read it.

"It's about damn time somebody up there helped me," Wesley said as he began to recite the spell.

"Back to the place I hold in mind,
Turn back clock and…"

He wasn't even able to finish the sentence before the Book flew out of his hands. He turned to see his brothers breathing heavily. James had his hand extended. With his other hand, he telekinetically threw Wesley against a wall, keeping him there. He flailed about, trying to free himself, but James held him firmly in place.

"A time travel spell," Matthew said, picking up the Book. "You thought it would be that easy?"

"Easier," Wesley said.

He flicked his hands as hard as he could, remembering everything that had happened in the last few minutes. He thought about Euler and the Underground, about the two Kings, about everything that wasn't supposed to be. He brought forth all the energy he could muster and flicked his hands. What happened was nothing short of literal.


What does that mean, 'nothing short of literal?' And what's going on overall? At least we've FINALLY found out who Wesley's father is! But, he's dead! How can that be? I think poor Wesley's finally starting to really get pissed off at his brothers. Can a resolution be reached? I hope so!