Nathy1000000: Well u'll find out why good Wyatts there in a few chapters if u cant get it from this one...and thank u so much for the review u gave me for my other fan fic it was so lovely!
Sparkling Cherries:I tried to make thischapter longer! Glad u like it tho!
Phoebe Turner: thank u...im updating soon!

Tell me if u get confused between which Wyatt I'm on about. I'll try to make it obvious but i dont want to confuse anyone!

Chapter 2: A Path To Another Place

Wyatt orbed confidently into his penthouse, dismissing the demons standing guard with a wave of his hand. He felt satisfied that his plan would work. After all, two heads were better than one, especially when they were both his. Despite the disgust he had felt at working with good, regardless of the fact that it was the good version of himself, he knew that they both had the same objective; to get Chris on their side.

Pausing by a window, Wyatt surveyed the smouldering city; his city. Soon Chris would be ruling by his side and then nothing could stop them. Not only would San Francisco be his, but the whole of America and even the whole world would be within his grasp. 'I failed before, but this time I won't fail' Wyatt thought to himself triumphantly.

Chris stood poised, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His fists clenched as he tensed up and Chris sighed resting his head in his hands. He looked up as he heard footsteps; it was Leo coming over.

"What are you doing?" questioned Leo gently.

"Orbing." muttered Chris, "Well, I was trying to. To orb back to earth. But I can't. Every time I try I think of Wyatt, get scared and can't do it." he finished in frustration.

"Well, since your powers are tied to your emotions, it must be your emotions that are stopping you. You need to conquer your fears of going down there…." Leo stopped suddenly, breaking off in mid sentence. He mentally groaned at himself, 'Stop talking like an Elder.' he reprimanded himself, 'This is your son, start acting like a father.'

"Why were you trying to orb down there?" he asked, "Were you just gonna leave without telling me?" he continued.

"No…well…yeah." admitted Chris, "It's just that you're...everybody's so concerned and I can't deal with it. I've always been able to take care of myself and I don't like hiding up here while Wyatt's down there destroying some more of the world."

"You're not hiding." corrected Leo, "You're waiting, we all are, for news of what Wyatt's doing next so we can stop him. Just think of it as changing the location of your base. And look at all you've achieved since you've been up here. You managed to convince myself and the other Elders not just to sit back and claim that this is happening for a reason so we mustn't interfere. You've shown them what it's like, what Wyatt's like, and they're going to help us stop him."

Chris smiled at the use of the word 'us'. He remembered back to the meeting he had had with the Elder's soon after he had arrived in the Overworld.

"How can you just sit there while innocent people are dying?" he had yelled, "You're supposed to protect good, to fight for it, but it's us down there doing all the fighting."

The Elders had shuffled uncomfortably, glancing guiltily at each other. It had been easy to ignore the plight of San Francisco while they had been distanced from it; easy for them to claim no responsibility for it. But now that Chris was up here; now that Leo, an Elder, had gotten involved and had had his life threatened by his Wyatt, his eldest son; they acknowledged that they had to find a way to stop him.

They had been all for vanquishing him but Chris hoped that he had managed to persuade them otherwise. He knew Wyatt could still be saved. He was still capable of love so he must have some good in him somewhere. The Elder's were focusing on helping innocents in San Francisco and had left Wyatt to Chris and Leo.

"What were you planning on doing?" inquired Leo, bringing Chris back to the present.

Chris shrugged, "I just feel so helpless Up Here. I don't want to sit on the sidelines."

"We're not." contradicted Leo, "We're just working on another solution." Clearing his throat slightly to get Chris's full attention Leo continued, "About Wyatt, I think the only thing we can do is bind his powers."

"How?" asked Chris dully, "He's stronger than us and he's not just gonna let us bind his powers. Besides how is that better than vanquishing him? He's a witch, it's who he is. It'll destroy him if we take that away from him"

"Well, we'll think of something." exclaimed Leo exasperatedly, "And you think I like this any more than you do? You and Wyatt are both my sons and I don't want to hurt either one of you but I tried not interfering and it didn't work. It made things worse. Wyatt just continued what he was doing and you felt like I abandoned you. Wyatt made a choice. He chose to ignore everything he was taught and become evil. He didn't fight the lust for power, he rejoiced in it. And now he has to accept that actions have consequences and that he may not like the consequences."

Chris nodded slowly, realising the truth in Leo's words but still not liking it.

"I know that you were just doing what you thought was best." he offered quietly, "when you left to be a full time Elder after Mum died, I mean."

Leo just shook his head though, "I shouldn't have." he answered guiltily, "You needed me, you both did, but I wouldn't see it. And now you're hurting and Wyatt's a power hungry tyrant." He stared unseeingly around him and let the bright white light of the Overworld soothe his pain.

In a small room in his penthouse, Wyatt stood back to admire his handiwork. A giant triquetra was drawn in chalk on one of the bare walls. Pulling a folded piece of paper from his pocket he unfolded it and surveyed the result of both him and his evil self searching their memories. Taking a deep breath he began chanting the spell.

"In this place and in this hour,
I call upon the ancient power,
Open this door through time and space,
Create a path to another place."

The triquetra glowed blue and opened into a swirling portal. Wyatt walked confidently through the portal and faded from sight.

In this world the portal closed leaving a tall figure with shoulder length blonde wavy hair. Good Wyatt glanced around the empty room before walking out into another room. He surveyed the room unemotionally and walked over to the same window evil Wyatt had paused at earlier. Good Wyatt couldn't stop the expression of disgust and horror that formed on his face. This was the world he was fighting to destroy, how could a version of himself have caused this?

Wyatt shook his head to clear it. He mustn't get distracted. He had to focus on his objective. 'Now, where will I find him?' Wyatt asked himself, before realising the answer. Chris would be in the Overworld.

"I'll see you soon little brother" promised Wyatt, "And you'll be good, the way I always wanted you to be."