HUGE APPOLOGIES TO Nathy1000000 on my other story chapter 1—I'm posting here because it doesn't show fast enough on the update--I swear hun, I wouldn't have left you out on purpose, but it didn't show up on my screen. Sometimes it skips over reviews & I had to go back & check my email to actually see what you had written. down on knees begging my humblest appologies...I'm glad you like the way I write the evil with some feelings. It's so much fun that way:)

He did it for me

Chapter 38

By: teal-lover

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Being twice blessed, Wyatt thought that nothing could ever hurt him. It's devastating to find out how wrong you can be. Takes place in the future that Chris changed.

Christopher just turned 19, Chris was already 19, and Wyatt is three months shy of his 21st birthday.

Disclaimer in chapter 1

AN: Just keep in mind that the conversation in italics & the events that follow that takes place between the three boys—is actually the memory that Christopher had in the seers pool & it hasn't happened yet. This is part two.

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An exhausting hour later, the Halliwell family was gathered around the attic, facing off with the Angel of Death.

Piper stood closest to him. Her anger, frustration, and tears causing her to rely on her old habit of using her hands to physically blow something up.

Poised to her right, her husband growled with his hands raised and deadly electricity crackling at this fingertips.

To Leo's right, stood the Twice-Blessed Witch, Excalibur resting at his feet having already found that the sword did not work in this situation. Instead, he formed a massive energy ball in his right hand and prepared to throw another.

To Piper's left, stood both of her sisters. Paige trying unsuccessfully to summon the offending object; while Phoebe rubbed her fingers together and added her own brand of electricity to Leo's stream.

All were hoping that their combined powers would be enough.

Piper's heart felt as if it were breaking at the sight of the seemingly impenetrable shield her youngest son was encased in. Julius stood within its walls, his sympathetic tone contrasting with the mocking smirk he gave them as he bent down beside Christopher's prone form. "You know, Piper. I don't want to hurt Christopher anymore. But you leave me no choice. I've already told you what I want. It's not that much to ask for. And then you can have him back. I promise."

"Give him back now, and maybe I won't send you to hell," she spat back angrily.

Julius shrugged simply, eager to prove his point again. With a grin, he lifted a finger and touched Christopher's shoulder.

He tried to brace himself for what he knew was coming. And it was only a few seconds before the searing pain reached him again. Christopher panted heavily for a moment as every muscle on his body began to convulse. His eyes barely focused on them any longer through the blinding hot pain, but for his family's sake, he tried to hold in the screams again that threatened to erupt. His resolve couldn't last, and soon his agonizing screams were only drowned out by the sounds of his family shouting his name and repeatedly trying to break through the shield to get to him.

Julius removed his hand even as the boy continued to writhe on the floor in agony, his screams dying down to a whimper. "If he were my child, I wouldn't let this continue. Unfortunately for him, he's not, and I can do this all day. I've got plenty of time. And it seems that he does too. But really Piper, as a mother. How long can you stand there and listen to your child's pitiful cry's for help. It's heart wrenching, really. I can not fathom how something so simple would be worth more than putting an end to your child's pain…"

In tears, Piper again furiously tried to break through the field, her husband and the rest of her family following suit and firing at it with everything in the Charmed arsenal.

Julius admonished her, "Piper. When will you learn? You can not break through the field. You can not stop me. My powers far surpass your Charmed, your Twice-Blessed, and your Elder powers combined. You have no effect on me. But unfortunately for him, the reverse is not true…" He bent down and prepared to strike again.

Piper and Leo shouted at the same time, "STOP!" she moved forward, "Please? I'll give you what you want. Just stop hurting him. Please.."

Julius smiled arrogantly as he stood up. Crossing his arms in a gesture of impatience, he tapped his foot noisily to irritate her further. "Send it directly to me and I will release him."

Wyatt turned to his mother nervously, having missed the early demand. "What does he want?"

Leo hissed, "He wants the Book."

Eyes widening, Wyatt tried to warn them, "NO! Mom! He'll get C—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Julius caught on to his warning and snapped his fingers, freezing Wyatt instantly in mid-sentence. "He's so whiny. I'm sick of hearing from him. As I was saying. Give me the Book of Shadows. Wherever it is now, send it directly to me in this shield, and I will release Christopher." He extended his hand toward the podium next to him that stood without its book.

After checking on Wyatt to ensure that he was merely frozen, Piper nodded to her sisters before they all recited the familiar chant, "I call upon the ancient power, to help us in this darkest hour, let the book return to this place, claim refuge in its rightful space."

Piper let out a gasp as the Book of Shadows returned to the podium. Only it wasn't alone. Chris still had his hands attached to the family legacy and glanced up in surprise. Surveying the room quickly, he noted the precarious situation he now found himself in. And with his counterpart currently on the floor still trying to recover from the residual torment, it didn't look good for him either. He grabbed the Book and began backpedaling toward the wall. Away from the Angel.

Laughing, Julius advanced on Chris menacingly.

Phoebe shouted, "The Book, Chris! Give him the book!"

Chris glanced at his Aunt fearfully and saw the encouragement from everyone else as well. He dropped it on the floor and kicked it over to Julius to stop his advancement.

"You have what you wanted, now let them go," Leo demanded.

Julius's eyes locked with Chris's as he backed him into a wall, grabbing his collar tightly. "Yes. I do. But I don't need, nor do I want that stupid Book. But it was successful in bringing me what I really need." He snapped his fingers again and unfroze Wyatt. "Isn't that right, Wyatt. Oh, by the way—that is what he was trying to tell you. But now I have them both," he declared as pulled him forward and shoved him down on the floor next to Christopher.

Julius shivered gleefully at the alarm in everyone's eyes as he held out both of his hands. One directed toward Chris, the other toward Christopher who was now starting to sit up and began backing away. "Now this should be fun." Looking directly at Christopher, Julius enjoyed the wild panic in the boy's eyes just before he snapped his fingers, shattering the boy's soul into a cloud of tiny particles.

The Angel only laughed harder at the Halliwell's frantic cries and attempts to break down the shield again. With his index finger up, he happily gestured for them to pause, "Wait! Still one more to go. Oh, how I wish I had a camera to replay the expression of horror on your face over and over again, Piper."

Drawing closer to Chris, he paused for a moment to bask in the terror emanating from the sage-green orbs. "Do you have any last words?"

After what he just saw, Chris could only assume his counterpart had in essence just been vanquished. And if truth be told, he was downright terrified of being completely destroyed, with not even an afterlife to go to. But the look in Julius's eyes confirmed that he would soon follow Christopher. He let out a small sob, and with only seconds to contemplate his fate, he squeezed his eyes shut tightly and crossed his arms over his face in an attempt to shield himself from the Angel of Death. Though his efforts proved fruitless as his soul too was scattered.

Though not his ultimate purpose, Julius relished in the howling cries of the boys' mother. He positively loved seeing her sink to her knees in despair, fearing the ultimate demise of her youngest offspring. He had always hated that infuriating woman, and this was just the bit of glorified payback that he needed to make his ultimate goal just that much sweeter.

He leaned on the podium watching her curiously. "You know, the second that I leave here and lower this shield, both of these young men's souls will be scattered aimlessly about, and be lost forever." He almost couldn't control the laughter at the heartbroken looks on all of their faces, their sobs music to his ears. He paused again, trying to draw out the moment as long as possible.

"Fortunately for you, I'm in a generous mood today. Let's see if we can't put 'humpty dumpty' back together again, shall we?" Lifting his finger in the air, he twirled it around in circles until the air around him began to spin.

Soon, the particles began to coalesce and emit a small humming sound. Before they even realized what was happening, a brilliant yellow light blinded everyone but Julius, who had knowingly closed his eyes. When the light died down, they all gasped in surprise as it had encompassed the newly merged and re-formed Chris/Christopher.

Shocked by his brother's sudden 'au natural' appearance, Wyatt blushed furiously and immediately conjured the boy some clothes.

Julius laughed as Chris/Christopher laid on the floor shivering violently. "Now that you can't stop me, I see no point in hiding the truth from your soon to be short lives. You know, I've been privy to witnessing the massive destruction that the previous timeline's Twice-Blessed-Witch wrought on the world. He leveled buildings; cities; states; countries even. The damage he alone created was hailed in the history books as the worst evil ever inflicted on this planet. Quite impressive, really. But none of that even compares to the level of extinction your second born will bring upon the world. No, no. His will be akin to the end."

Leo spoke quietly, "You're talking about Armageddon?"

The Angel of Death replied rather arrogantly, "Actually, I believe your Webster's dictionary defines Armageddon as a 'usually vast decisive conflict or confrontation'. In that case, Armageddon implies that there will be something left at the end. However, the destruction your youngest will bring upon this world will be a total and COMPLETE annihilation."

Leo refused to believe it, "He wouldn't do that. My son is not evil."

"No, but all of the sorrow, pain, and power that ever existed in Chris's world is now apart of your second born. He can't help it. They are an unstable mix now. One that you can not undo. That was the point of the merge with them being dead. Alive, Christopher's soul would have simply been strong enough to overpower Chris's and allow it to fade naturally. Like this, his soul will never rest. It will soon overwhelm him into doing the unthinkable. He will destroy you. And everything else in this pathetic little world."

Julius bowed slightly as he turned to exit, "Well, I really must be going. I have to get ready," smiling over at Chris/Christopher, he added, "especially since I am going to be extremely busy very soon." He threw his hand out and his list materialized in it. Julius looked it over with a grin, "Ooh. It looks like I'll be seeing all of you shortly. Until then…"

As soon as the shield went down with Julius' hasty departure, everyone rushed to Chris/Christopher's side, but Wyatt was the first to reach him. He gathered his brother into his arms trying to soothe him somehow. "We're all here, Chris. You're going to be ok, kid."

"It's hurts, Wy. Make it stop, please…make it stop. Mom?"

Piper wept openly as she took his hand, "I'm here baby. We'll find a way to reverse this."

"It's too much. I can't do this…" the young man said as he twisted in his brother's arms.

"I know kid, but you'll be fine. It's all over now." Wyatt tried hard to believe his own statement, but the crystal blue eyes showed nothing but worry as he glanced up at his family. "What should we call him?" he asked absently.

Paige tried to be the one that held it together, knowing just how difficult the situation was for the teen's parents and brother. "Well, they truly are one person now, so I guess we can go back to just 'Chris'. Right Leo?" she added as she rubbed his back gently, trying to comfort him.

The Elder nodded gratefully, "Yeah. We'll find a way to fix this. I know we will. You guys have never failed in anything yet."

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Wyatt watched over his younger brother while his mother, father, and aunts worked frantically over in the corner to try and resolve the problem. With Chris's wild thrashing gradually worsening as the pain increased, they all knew that they were running out of time. He slowly became more panicked and agitated as the hours went by. And as a result, also less coherent. He seemed to have lost the ability to recognize any of them, and most importantly—himself.

Less than 12 hours after the merge, Chris grabbed his ears and let out one final ear-piercing scream, drawing everyone's attention.

Wyatt quickly grabbed his hands and tried to calm him. When he looked into his eyes, he saw something extremely unsettling. Chris' eyes had changed from their normal lighter shade of sage-green, to a deep emerald, before flitting from one end of the spectrum to the other. It seemed as if every color that had ever existed in the universe had passed through them.

Shaking out of Wyatt's stunned grasp, Chris moved as if in a trance, hearing nothing as he headed toward the center of the room. From his head to his feet, what began for him as orbing, mixing below his neck to a shimmer, before finally flaming out of the room.

Phoebe looked on in awe, "What the hell was that?"

Wyatt took a deep breath, fearing the worst. "It's starting. He can't control it. All of the power… Did you see his eyes? You guys stay and keep working on the spell and the potion, and I'll go after him."

His father called after Wyatt, deciding to trail along and hopefully contain his wayward son. "Not alone, you're not. I'm coming with you."

Finding him was not hard. In the heart of San Francisco, Chris stood in the circle of a large crowd of people. The spectators watched his unique method of transportation with a mix of shock, awe, hostility, and fear.

If he hadn't been toward the bottom of a hill, they never would have spotted him amidst the crowded confusion. Both Leo and Wyatt feared that exposing his powers like that would be difficult to reverse. They rushed forward and tried to get to him and stop him from wreaking havoc on the city.

But they weren't prepared when Chris raised his hands. The shockwaves radiating out from the center of the circle where he stood, soon reduced the screaming crowd of hundreds fleeing away from him to ashes as he destroyed them with a simple thought.

Reacting quickly to the shockwave nearing them, Leo and Wyatt had no choice but to immediately orb out of danger if they were going to save their son/brother.

When they reappeared nearer to Chris, they were horrified to see that the shockwave reached for miles upon miles in all directions, obliterating every person and object in its path. There was nothing left save the black ash that littered the ground and swirled in the air by the gusts of wind.

Wyatt gasped in horror taking in the scene. It looked worse than all of the videos he used to see in school about the aftermath of a nuclear fallout. His brother had just murdered hundreds of innocents, and seemed intent on doing it again. The tears ran down his cheeks as he glanced at his father, the pain and anguish clearly reflected in his steely blue eyes as well.

It was only now that Wyatt finally began to doubt that he could ever save his brother…

Behind them, Julius appeared, a smug grin encompassing his features while he began clapping slowly. "Well done. You must keep going, Christopher Halliwell. Else, the pain and torment will never allow you to be free."

Turning to leave, Chris glanced in his father and brother's direction. There was something left alive in the vicinity, and that was something he could not allow. In a now familiar gesture, he raised his hands again.

Leo saw that his oldest son was still in shock looking around and wasn't going to react in time. Not being close enough to touch him, the Elder waved his hand to orb him to safety, then tried to orb himself out of the way. But the shockwaves were too fast for him, reaching up into the orb lights to pull him back down. His last thoughts were that he hoped both of his sons could be saved.

Satisfied at seeing the new pile of black ashes, Chris orbed-shimmered-flamed out. With billions of life forms, magical creatures, and dimensions in this universe, Christopher Perry Halliwell had much work to do still.

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Wyatt pulled away from his brothers a little shaken, immediately breaking the empathic vision connection. "I don't need to see anymore. You're right, this is bad."

Christopher felt incredibly guilty and tried to apologize, "I'm sorry Wy. We didn't want to. But I told you it was bad. Since you didn't see the rest, I'll just tell you. It went on and on, until everything was just—gone. I think you, mom, and the aunts were killed in the third wave. It didn't long once it started. Even when the soldiers came, none of them even got to fire a weapon."

Chris was hopping around anxiously, "No, but Christopher, listen. We've already changed some of this. I think we can change it all. In the vision, you had never been thrown in the seer's pool to try and find me—so you never got to see what was coming. Somewhere along the line, we changed that. So this proves it can be done."

"But that summoning potion is still in me. I'm sure I felt them stick something in the back of my neck. I just thought they were poking me with an athame at the time."

Wyatt looked up suddenly with a confident grin. "I know just how to get rid of it too. PAIGE! AUNT PAIGE! We need you now! Hurry!"

With no answering orbs, they boys began to panic. They all jumped when the phone rang several minutes later. Wyatt picked up and answered, a bit embarrassed.

"Where is she?" Christopher asked nervously.

"Um. She's outside on her cell. She said she couldn't get in after I put my shield back up. Sorry. I'll lower it now."

Paige immediately orbed back into the cabin with her hands on her hips, looking rather flustered. "Took you long enough. Are you guys ok?" She turned around, glancing at both versions of her youngest nephew and gasped loudly. Even knowing that they both existed, she hadn't been prepared to see them both, and in the same room no less. She threw her hands out, drawing them both into a hug. "Chris! And Chris! I can't believe it. And you two look so much alike. Oh my goodness, Piper is going to freak out!"

"Aunt Paige, focus please. We called you here for a reason, and it was not for a reunion. We need your unique powers to get something out of Christopher. Julius had him injected with some kind of summoning potion that will recall him to the manor. It's a trap."

She turned to both young men, trying to decipher which one was which, so she resorted to darting her eyes between them back and forth, hoping she would catch the correct one. "Are you ok, honey?"

Christopher decided to help her out before sharing a slight smile with his counterpart, "I'm fine Aunt Paige. Now, can you help us out?"

She nodded gratefully, "So you want me to call for it? Well, why didn't Wyatt do it?"

He tried to hurry her along and added impatiently, "Because you're more precise since it's your main power. And I didn't want to accidentally remove something I shouldn't. Like his brain or something. Come on, come on."

"Ok. I guess I should start by summoning whatever doesn't belong there." She moved to stand behind her nephew, placing her hands on the back of his neck as he leaned forward. Closing her eyes in concentration, she sensed for the foreign substance for a moment before finding it. Visualizing it, she pulled back her hand, drawing out the neon colored potion and watched it float through the air before landing in a cup Chris held up. "Wow. That potion sure packs a hell of punch. I almost couldn't get it out. And speaking of it, how the hell did Julius get close enough to you to put that stuff in your neck?"

Wyatt looked to his brothers for the go ahead to inform her. "It's not important. Look, we'll tell you what's going on. But then you have to promise that you'll go right back so that you can get the others in on this. And don't allow them to summon the Book back to the Manor. We know what Julius is doing, and how he plans to do it. Please don't any questions about how we know. Just trust us. But we have to find out why Julius is doing this in order to stop him from ever trying again."

"Well, when I left, Piper and Leo had planned to summon him and not let him go until he confessed. They were going to wait until I got back."

"Good," Wyatt added hopefully. "Then we have some time to come up with a plan."

Tbc…

AN: Thank you all so much for reviewing. If you're still with me, thanks again. We're finally winding down to the end here—and I mean it this time:)