Chapter 2

Wyatt stood in the bathroom, the only place that seemed to offer any sanctuary in the mad house. He splashed the cold water onto his face and then looked at himself in the mirror. His dirty blonde hair had fallen out of place; his eyes were red and puffy a sign that he had been crying. He had a bruise on his left cheek. A battle scar. He rubbed his eyes stifling a yawn. He was the eldest he had to be strong. He sighed and pushed open the door; he made his way to his own room, checking in on Prue and Chris as he went. They were fast asleep, probably the best thing for them.

He walked into his room and crawled into his own bed, pulling the covers up as far as he could stand it. It was a childish thing, taking comfort in something like a cover, but it worked and that was all that mattered.

As he drifted off to sleep the memory of the day came back. And he was pretty sure it wasn't one that would leave him soon.

"Wyatt! I am only going to tell you this once. Do not follow us, if this is a trap we don't want to risk you getting trapped as well, we'll go. When we need you, we'll shout."

His Aunt Phoebe looked at him waiting for him to nod his agreement; instead he just shook his head. He wasn't happy with the situation, not happy at all. Greane was possible the worst foe the Halliwell family had faced in a long time, possible ever. He didn't want to send his family out to face him alone. It wasn't right.

"Wyatt?"

This time it was his mum. He looked up at her, his eyes pleading with her not to go, to reconsider their decision. She smiled at him sadly and brushed back some off his hair. He closed his eyes taking in the feel of her. He had a bad feeling and one thing he had learned over the years was to trust his instincts. And one other thing he had learned was that when his parents and aunts had made a decision it was hard to get them to think otherwise. So, he would do it himself. He would let them go but he would make sure they wouldn't get hurt.

"Wyatt, you know we have to do this."

"I know, as soon as you think something's wrong, call, please."

They smiled and nodded, Paige wrapped her arms around her two sisters, and Piper held onto her husband's hand. They disappeared off in an array of white and blue orbs, something that even though he had seen it every day of his life, was still something beautiful to behold. He stood there for a few minutes, looking at the space they had just been, he just couldn't shake this bad feeling deep inside.

He turned round as Prue came down the stairs. She stopped on the bottom step, looking over at her cousin.

"Have they gone?"

"Yeah they have."

"But I thought they said he was to strong for just the Power of Three. That we would need more." She stepped of the final step and then towards Wyatt, "Do they have a death wish or something?"

"Or something. They have a spell, one that they think that, if not kill him, will wound him enough for us to come up with something better. It'll do for now. Listen, stay here and wait for Chris to get back, fill him in, I have some business I need to attend to."

Prue nodded and watched as he left. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed one of the sandwiches Aunt Piper had made. As she touched the bread, she felt a stabbing pain in her side, and then she watched as in front of her, a fireball was thrown directly at Piper, Prue tried to scream out, to warn her, but she couldn't, she was frozen on the spot. Piper had her back towards the demon and didn't have any warning, as soon as it hit her, she fell to the floor and Prue's premonition was over.

She stepped back, letting the sandwich fall to the floor, it made a small thud, but in the quiet house, it seemed to echo around.

"Wyatt? … Wyatt!"

He opened the door, not even bothering to knock or announce his presence. He hadn't lied to Prue when he said he had business to see to, business that she would probably hit him for if she found out.

He could see Jenna for the doorway, sat up on her bed reading one of her many books. He smiled to himself, it was such a familiar scene, it made him think back once again to happier times.

As if sensing his presence, she looked up directly towards Wyatt. The look she gave him wasn't one of welcoming an old friend, or one of hatred and anger; instead it was a mix of both. He smiled again; there was still a chance of sorting everything out. He didn't want to harm Jenna at all, but if push came to shove, he would.

"What do you want?" Her voice was harsh, cold even.

"To talk to you, ask for your help." He walked making his way towards her room; he stopped once again in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

"To bad your not going to get it, now leave."

"No."

She opened up her hand, a fireball appearing, glowing intensely. He did the same but this time it was a transparent white ball, it hovered slightly above his palm, circling as if in orbit.

"Are we really going to do this?" He asked.

"If we must."

She threw the ball towards him and he threw his. They met in the air, colliding with some force before exploding into a mix of both orange and white light. But it went unnoticed by the pair, both of their eyes where fixed on the others. Wyatt straightened himself up and began walking towards Jenna, she watched his every move, ready to pounce if he tried anything.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you. I am your friend after all. This is not the way it's supposed to be. You're good, we all know that and we just need to remind you of that …" he stepped closer again, standing next to the bed, "You need to come with me, I need to show you something."

He reached down and took her hand, orbing before she had a chance to react.

He took her to the Halliwell manor, the kitchen to be precise. Prue swivelled around on her heel, to find Wyatt trying to hold onto a struggling Jenna. She took in the sight of them and despite what she needed to tell Wyatt had to struggle to hold back the laughter. Jenna was trying everything to get out of Wyatt's grasp, kicking, biting, scratching, and Wyatt just took it all in his stride.

"Ow! Jenna! You bit my arm."

"Yeah and you really didn't taste all that good"

He breathed in sharply and rolled his eyes, "You called me Prue?"

"Yeah, I had a vision. Wyatt you need to go and warn them, now." Her voice was urgent.

"What did you see?"

"Piper, your mom, dying." She said the last word so quiet it was barely above a whisper. It had even stopped Jenna in her futile attempts to escape Wyatt's grasp.

"Phone Chris, now, get him back here as soon as … Jenna we're leaving."

And with that he left.

Prue shook her head and reached for the cordless punching in Chris mobile number as fast as she could. She only had to wait a few seconds before he answered.

"Chris? You need to come home, now."

Wyatt orbed himself and Jenna to where he felt his parents where. The feeling wasn't all that strong and he knew there wasn't much time left. They landed on what looked like a beach somewhere, golden sand beneath them, shifting slightly as their feet touched it. A think fog had come in from the sea, clouding everything around them bar a few feet each side.

He let go off Jenna and looked around, he couldn't see anything and he couldn't hear them either. He closed his eyes and could sense they where near but where was the question. The fog seemed to shield everything blocking out any signals and the like. He turned back round to Jenna, she had every opportunity to leave yet she had stayed, for the right reasons or not, it still showed some signs of the good still in her.

"Where is he?"

She looked up at him, a flicker of fear darted across her eyes before disappearing once again, "I don't know, I can't tell if he's here or not, you know I can't."

"I know but I would have thought he might have told you something. You are his daughter after all."

"I'm no daughter of his… and I'm not on your side anymore either before you get getting ideas."

"Who said I would have thought that?"

"You're forgetting I know you as well as you know me."

Before Wyatt had chance to respond a flash of light passed in front of them followed by a scream. Wyatt followed, running through the fog, it began to clear around him, he could make out a few figures up ahead, one faded out and then another few followed it. Demons. He pushed forward again, the fog cleared around him.

He stopped in his tracks, taking in the sight before him.

Lying on the floor where the bodies of his family. He wanted to be sick, he put his hand over his mouth holding it back. He spotted his mom lying face down in the sand, her brown hair covering any sign of life in her face. He rushed over; she had received a fireball wound to her lower back and side. He raised his hands above it and tried to heal her, but it was to late.

She was dead.

He made his way round the others; they had received similar wounds and each where dead. He mentally hit himself for even bothering to get Jenna, he thought he could use her as leverage, her life for his families but he was to late. The last person he came to was his dad. He knelt down beside him and let the tears flow down freely.

"Wyatt, don't cry …" The voice was quiet and raspy but Wyatt instantly recognised it as his dads. He looked down and smiled gently.

"Everything's going to be ok, I promise…" Leo paused trying to catch his breath, "Greane knows us to well, he anticipated our every move, caught us off guard. There was nothing we or you can do now."

He closed his eyes and for a brief second Wyatt thought he had passed on but he spoke up again, this time his voice faint, "Remember that I love you and Chris, remember that."

And then he was gone.

Jenna walked up slowly behind him; her head low in respect for the dead. He felt her stood there but never turned round. Never saw the single tear that fell.

"Just go."

She nodded and shimmered back to her apartment. Just as Chris and Prue orbed in. It took a few seconds before they realised what they where looking at. Prue ran to her mom, kneeling at her side, sobbing. Chris stood there watching, tears trickling down his cheeks. They thought they could win and they where wrong. They were Charmed ones. Were being the operative word.

And that was the end.

Wyatt sat bolt upright in his bed, beads of cold sweat on his forehead his breathing quick and shallow. He calmed himself down, the memories of that day would live with him forever, the feelings he felt finding his family like that wasn't something you could forget all that easily. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and pushed himself up. He wandered out of his room and up to the attic, carefully stepping over the odd creaking floorboard so he wouldn't wake anyone else up.

He walked up to the bay window, looking out on the new day just beginning. He stood there just watching the sunrise, he'd never really taken the time to do it before but now he could. He turned round.

Jenna was tied to a chair; her head forward, her dark hair had fallen do so that it was covering her face. He knelt before and brushed back some of her hair and revealing the gag he had made. She looked at him, pleading to him with her eyes not to do anything stupid.

"Shhh, don't worry everything's going to be all right." He whispered, a hint of menace evident.

A/N – Well a very fast update from me. Sadly I won't be able to update this quick all the time, I have to work eight hours a day and I have an original fiction I have been neglecting but not to worry, the next Chapter will be up in a few days time. In the mean time, please review like these nice people.

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