Chris fired bolt after bolt of energy into the crowd of approaching darklighters- he had hit a few, and even vanquished some, but there were just too many to defeat. Who ever had planned this had planned it well- somehow they had figured out exactly when this meeting was to be held- so that it could eliminate almost every whitelighter in existence.

This great evil had found out exactly when and where to attack- and had even found a way to get darklighters onto the heavenly plane- that was supposed to be impossible, only whitelighters could even make contact with it.

Something about the entire situation made no sense.

Chris struck another darklighter- vanquishing it completely before it could fully raise its deadly bow. Giving a small sigh of relief, he took a few steps back to further himself from the destructive horde.

"Chris." A voice whispered breathlessly behind him.

He turned to see his father, looking drained form the effort of fighting- but, thankfully, still alive.

"Try to get out of here. I don't want you hurt." The older man said, his eyes narrowed as he fired a bolt at a nearby darklighter. "Please Chris." There was a definite tone of desperation in his voice.

"I'm not leaving." Chris replied stubbornly, shooting out more blue lightening.

"I didn't know that you could do that." Leo muttered, starring at his son in awe.

"Yea, I inherited quite a bit from my old man."

Leo gave him a small smile, and despite every thing that was happening, Chris could not suppress the warmth growing inside of him.

Leo did care after all.

'And I care too' Chris admitted to himself as he continued the fight. Regardless of everything that Leo had, and had not, done his entire life, Chris knew that he still loved him.

He was his father- the only father he would every really have.

It was too bad that it had taken a situation like this to make him realize that.

The room was growing quieter and quieter by the second, and the foul stench of death filled the air. Those who were still alive either cowered in fear, or fought on bravely, but Chris knew that they could never win. Whitelighters were not killers; they were made to help not hurt. If Chris did make it out of this alive, he knew that he would not rest until he had hunted down whoever had been responsible for all of this pain.

He heard an anguished cry from behind him, and he turned abruptly- the sight that met him spread a cold rush of fear across his body. His father had been hit.

Leo crumpled to the floor, an arrow lodged deeply in his chest.

"Dad!" Chris cried, instantly rushing to the man's side. "Please don't die. I need you to stay alive." He whispered, a large lump forming in his throat.

The older man gave his son a weak smile. "Don't give up yet. Keep fighting. You can heal me later." He paused, wincing as the poison began to spread throughout his body. "I love you Chris. I'm sorry I wasn't around to tell you that more often."

"No" Chris whispered, tears beginning to fall. "No goodbyes yet. Arrow." With Chris' call, the arrow dissolved in a swirl of blue orbs and landed several meters away. He put his hands over Leo's wound and tried to fill himself with thoughts of love…thoughts of Bianca.

The golden glow soon came, and began to close the bloody gash.

"Almost done, hang in there." He muttered, looking down at his father- the colour was slowly returning to his face. "You're gonna be okay."

The wound was almost entirely closed when Leo's green eyes suddenly grew wide with fear. "Chris, watch-" he gasped.

But his warning came too late.

A darklighter had noticed the boy's preoccupation with the man on the ground, and had taken hold of the opportunity.

Chris let out a cry of pain as he felt an arrow strike his back.

This was it.

This was the end.

The boy collapsed onto the hard marble floor next to his father- he could feel the poison seeping slowly into his system- it was becoming hard to move- hard to keep his eyes open.

Using the last of his strength he weakly grasped Leo's hand.

Soon they could both join his mother, and they could all be happy- finally he'd have the perfect family he had never had in life.

For eternity.

"I love you too dad." He said quietly, before letting the world fade into darkness.


Wyatt surveyed the scene before him. Most of the whitelighters had been killed now, and the few that remained knew that they too were doomed.

His plan had gone perfectly.

He had managed to create an opening in the planes, the darklighters had arrived 'up there' right on time, and now the useless beings of 'good' were finally about to be eliminated once and for all.

Wyatt had not organized this attack for the simple reason of killing whitelighters- no, there was a much greater purpose behind it that that. The annihilation of whitelighters meant that witches everywhere were left unprotected. They would be easier to control.

Even better than that, Wyatt would be the only one left who could heal the wounded- and that meant that it was he, and he alone, who decided who lived, and who died.

That was a very important power to have.

The young man smirked, as he saw yet another whitelighter fall to the ground. There was blood covering almost every surface of the once white room; seeping slowly from the bodies that lay haphazardly throughout.

He began to walk, stepping carelessly over the dead and wounded- his face devoid of any emotion. He saw death all around, and he felt nothing.

"We're almost finished my liege." The leader of the group informed him as he approached. "All will be dead before the next hour."

Wyatt nodded. "Yes. I am pleased with your work. Did you suffer many casualties?"

"Not too many. We can quickly recover. The elders were responsible for most- their lightening is more deadly than I would have thought."

"Have you eliminated all of them?" Wyatt asked hopefully.

A triumphant look crossed the leaders face. "Yes. We made certain to kill the ones with defensive powers first- the elders, and a boy who seemed to possess their strength."

Wyatt felt his heart rate suddenly begin to increase. There were no young elders, unless…

"A boy? How old?"

"I did not get a good look at him my liege, but I would say that he was fast approaching manhood."

"Take me to him." Wyatt roared, unable to keep his emotions in check. It wasn't possible…he had sent one of his best demons to capture Chris- the boy was not a fighter- he could never have escaped…

With a slow nod, the leader led the way across the blood stained floor.

"Here my liege."

Wyatt looked down and a paralyzing fear crossed his body. "No!" he cried out, flinging himself at the boy's side. "Chris. No."

"My liege? You know this whitelighter?" The leader questioned, confused by his masters behavior.

"He is not a whitelighter." Wyatt snarled, sending the arrow hurling across the room and placing his hands over Chris back. "He is my brother."

He closed his eyes, and focused all of his power towards Chris. He wasn't dead- not yet- Wyatt would have felt it. But he was close- another minute and he undoubtedly would have lost the one thing that still mattered.

Much to his relief, a golden glow began to emit from his out stretched hands, slowly pulling the younger Halliwell back to consciousness.

Chris eyes shot open, and he gasped for breath. "Dad?" He wheezed, trying to refocus his vision.

Wyatt sighed; Chris was okay. "It's me, Wyatt."

"Wyatt?" Chris questioned, obviously confused by his brothers presence. "Did you save me?"

"Yea, I guess I did." Wyatt replied with a small smile. He had done exactly what his mother had always told him to do- he had kept her baby alive.

"Dad. Wyatt, you have to save dad. He's hurt." Chris' voice was groggy, and it was evident that the effects of the poison had not completely worn off.

The relief Wyatt felt instantly dissipated at the mention of their father. Glancing around, he saw that the man was lying unconscious, next to Chris. Wyatt had failed to notice him earlier, just like his dad had failed to notice him for the past ten years.

"Chris," Wyatt began slowly "We don't need him anymore. We never really did. He doesn't deserve to be saved."


Chris instantly became more awake and he managed to struggle away from Wyatt, his eyes narrowed with confusion. Trying to ignore what his older brother had said, he turned towards Leo and began to heal him himself.

Within seconds, the man began to stir.

Relieved that his father would be okay, Chris quickly averted his attention back to Wyatt.

Something was defiantly wrong.

Why was he here?

Why hadn't he cared about Leo?

Why did he seem unconcerned about the slaughter around them?

"Wyatt, you know what happened, don't you?" He stated, his green eyes searching Wyatt's cool blue ones.

"Chris, I-" the older brother stumbled and he looked down at Chris. He loved him, and he did not want Chris to know what had truly happened- know that he had been the cause of all this. He was going to tell him, but not like this. Not now. He needed Chris to be on his side. "You weren't supposed to be here." He whispered.

"What?"

"You weren't supposed to get hurt- you weren't supposed to know…"

Chris stared at Wyatt. 'It's not possible' his head screamed 'Wyatt is your brother, your protector…he's good'. But as he continued to look into those cold blue eyes, it became hard to deny his brothers involvement. It all made perfect sense…a new dark power was rallying forces, gaining allies…a power that was stronger than any that had been seen before.

His Aunt Phoebe's words were echoing in his head. 'Angels aren't always angels' she had said…Chris finally knew what she meant…she had been trying to warn him…about Wyatt…

"No." Chris gasped, inching towards his unconscious father. "You planned this; you're the new evil…"

"Chris, please." Wyatt begged "Listen to me. I'm not evil; I simply know what must be done. The whole good vs. evil thing is stupid…it is a battle that will never end, and if we allow it to continue, more will die. Just like mom. There must be a new power, a new force, strong enough to unite both sides…"

"By killing whitelighters? What the hell does that achieve?" Chris asked, his eyes flashing with rage.

"It had to be done for a greater purpose."

"That's crap Wyatt and you know it."

There was a long pause.

"Join me Chris." Wyatt said suddenly, extending an arm towards him. "Help me end it all. We could do great things together."

"Never."

Chris' head was spinning with confusion as he looked at the brother he had grown up with…who he had always trusted and admired. How could he not have seen this? There must have been some signs that Wyatt had turned…he had spoken with him just the other day…how could he not have noticed?

A sickening feeling over came Chris as he was struck by a sudden thought. The other day…he had told Wyatt about the whitelighter meeting when they had talked in the attic.

He was the reason that Wyatt knew exactly when to attack.

He was the reason all of this had happened.

"My liege." A darklighter said, approaching the brothers, and giving Wyatt a slight bow. "The last ones have been killed."

Wyatt gave a slow nod. "Thank you. You shall all be rewarded in due time. Now, gather your army, and return to the under world, I will meet with you later."

With another bow, the darklighter turned away to assemble his troops.

"You're sick Wyatt." Chris spat. "You're half whitelighter, and you have a legion of darklighters under your control, how dare…"

"I'm afraid I'm not really a whitelighter anymore, Chris." Wyatt interrupted a slight smirk across his face. "You know the rules…when one commits an act like this…" He trailed off, and his smirk quickly became a wide smile. "I always did look better in black, don't you think?"

"What do you-"

"I have to go Chris, but this is far from over…please think about what I said…I want nothing more than to have my brother at my side, I love you."

Chris scoffed, and fought back the building tears. "I don't think you're capable of love anymore, Wyatt."

With a sad shake of his head, Wyatt turned from his brother and walked out of the chamber. He gave Chris one final look before orbing back to the underworld in a swirl as black as ash.


A/N Alright, there's another one. Hope this made sense, I sometimes wonder if I'm confusing people…I have the story in my head, but is hard to know if I'm portraying it properly. (Basically- whitelighters dead, Wyatt evil, Chris surprised/ upset…oh, and Leo is alive in case that wasn't clear…just knocked out for the moment)

Reviews would be great…I always used to think it was cheesy when fanfiction authors said that reviews are what kept them going…but now that I've actually posted something I'm beginning to see that they were right.

So, if you want to keep me going, REVIEW.

Thanks so much to those who reviewed the last chapter:

teal-lover- You're too kind!

misunderstoodwriter- I'm glad to see that your still reading this, thanks for all the reviews

and zoned-out -very cocky, I agree…he will soon have regrets about that :)

Merci!

-Leigh