Disclaimer – I do not own Charmed or any Characters associated with Charmed, I do however own Jenna and Greane and Prue. Yay me.

Chapter 4

Jenna squirmed yet again in the chair, before she was able to block out any discomfort she felt but now the old wood digging in her back was beginning to get annoying. Also the urge to just shimmer herself out of the chair was getting stronger, but she knew the minute she was free, Wyatt would attack maybe not to harm her but at least stun her. So, she was basically stuck being uncomfortable until they had all reached their senses and stopped planning a plan, which would quite frankly fail.

"I'm getting to cynical, to much time around demons," she muttered.

She had meant it for just herself, the voice of reasoning she called it, but Wyatt had also heard and was presently looking at her, a small smile threatening to move his lips. Looking away, she sighed dramatically and made a restrained attempt to toss her hair, but it just ended up falling in front of her face. She had only wanted to show Wyatt she didn't care and instead had made a fool out of herself.

Typical.

"Right, I think we have the perfect spell," Prue said, holding up the paper to show the boys.

They nodded their agreement and quickly tided the workspace. Wyatt, being the oldest, took it upon himself to take charge of the situation. Standing up, he took the paper and handed another to Prue, she glanced over it quickly and then showed it Chris.

"We have most of the herbs we need for this, so it should take about an hour, but only if there's two of us," Chris said picking up the bag of herbs he had brought in earlier.

"Agreed, so go, no need to waste time on mindless chit chat now is there? We have one demon to vanquish and I have one to save." Wyatt added a little to chipper sounding considering the present situation.

Chris and Prue exchanged a worried glance as they headed down to the kitchen. They knew all Wyatt wanted was for this to be over, for them to move on with their lives, bury their family in peace. Just the simple things really and that's what they wanted.

But as they were still sniffling, eyes still puffy with crying and really not in the best of moods, Wyatt was happy to be demon hunting … it just didn't seem like him.

Chris put the herbs down on the kitchen counter and began sorting through them silently as Prue gathered some of the pots she thought they would need.

"Which one?" She asked holding up a large pan and one slightly smaller.

"The large one I think, we probably need enough to bring them here and then back again," Chris told her before adding, "anyway I don't why you were asking me, you're the master potion maker."

She laughed lightening the mood slightly, Chris smiled to himself pleased that he could at least make her laugh, she was far to young for all this, by all rights she should be going out partying getting drunk illegally and all that sort of stuff, instead she was making a potion to travel back in time. The more he thought about it the more he hated the idea so he just got on with the task in front of him.

Jenna closed her eyes breaking the staring match that had been going on between her and Wyatt. She couldn't take his scrutiny for much longer. He shook his head gently, his dusty blonde hair falling down in front of his eyes messily before he brushed it back with his hand. It didn't make all that much difference though; he still looked like a mess to Jenna.

"So, why exactly haven't you shimmered away yet? If I was in your shoes I would have orbed out hours ago." He asked her calmly.

"Because I enjoy getting rope burn marks on my wrists," she lifted her wrists up so he could see, "Oh and also I'm looking to get a lifetime of serious back problems from uncomfy chairs, seriously, thanks for helping."

She had expected him to say something about the sarcasm she was using but instead he slowly got up and walked towards her. He knelt on the floor in front of her and gently untied the ropes round her wrists and ankles letting them drop to the floor, the thud of them landing the only noise in the attic.

It took a few seconds for Jenna to actually realise he was letting her go. She got up slowly, her legs shaking slightly from being in one position for so long. They gave way when she tried to walk and she grabbed hold of Wyatt's arm to steady herself, his arm instinctively wrapping round her side.

"You ok?"

His voice snapped her back to reality and she pushed him away from her. She stood behind the chair her arms folded protectively, she mentally shouted at herself for having a moment of weakness and for letting Wyatt get so close to her again. They couldn't learn that he was the reason that she went back to her father. It would just hurt them all.

"Just peachy."

"You know what your problem is Jenna? You think you come across so strong and in control but really you're not."

"And you know what yours is? You see the good in people, it'll be your downfall one day."

And with that she took his advice and shimmered away.

Prue added the finally ingredient to the potion, a small bang and a lot of smoke later she was pretty sure it was ready. Chris handed her the first of the vials and she carefully poured the purple liquid into it, sealing it with the top and then placing it in the bag.

"How many do you think we'll need?" she asked Chris as she filled the second vial.

"Just enough to get us there and then all of us back here, we can make another batch later on to get them home again." Chris replied handing over another bottle.

"Great, so that's three down, two to go."

He nodded and began clearing up the herbs, he smiled remembering how much his mom hated an untidy kitchen and she would probably be screaming if she saw the mess right now. He was half expecting her to come through the door that very minute. He watched for a few seconds but then he shook his head, it was impossible, she was dead and he had to remember that. No matter what.

"There, done." Prue lifted up the last vial to show him before placing it in the bag, "We should probably get Wyatt."

Chris was about to reply when he saw a shadow appear in the doorway, he motioned for Prue to get behind him and she obliged much to his surprise. For a second his mind travelled back to his vision of seeing his mom walk through but as the shadow got closer he saw the outline of a fireball. It was definitely not his mom.

"Now, now, I told you not to do it but did you listen? Nope."

Jenna came into full view walking slowly through the door, a small smile on her lips as the fireball in her hand grew bigger.

"You don't want to do this." Chris calmly took a step forward holding out his hand defensively.

"You're right. I don't. And you don't want to cast that spell either."

"You can't change our minds, we have to do this, we have no choice." He stepped forward again as Wyatt orbed in by his side.

"There is always a choice Chris," she leaned on the counter so she was closer to them, she closed her fist slowly, the fireball disappearing, "See, I choose not to hurt you."

Chris smiled, nodded and then moved his hand in Jenna's direction sending her flying across the room and onto the table with a loud thud. As her vision slowly turned black and her thought began to turn hazy one thing was clear. She had to congratulate Chris later for being so … well Chris.

"Chris?" Wyatt placed a hand on his brother's shoulder turning him towards him. "Well done."

"Thanks, she'll be fine, maybe a little dazed but nothing that won't heal."

"I thought I was getting through to her but clearly not." Wyatt added quietly. Chris nodded noting the sadness in Wyatt's voice. Deep down he knew Wyatt could do it, but he also knew Jenna and her stubbornness better than most.

"You two should get going." Chris added quickly, changing the subject.

"Us two? Don't you mean you and me? Wyatt's the strongest I thought we agreed that he would stay here?" Prue asked, she held out one of the vials to him but he pushed it towards Wyatt.

"No, I mean you two. I have an idea but I need to be alone. Don't worry just go now before we get anymore interruptions."

Wyatt nodded and through the potion on the floor. He was quickly surrounded by a thick smoke with little trails of coloured lights floating around in it. He shouted out the year he wanted and then he was gone. All that was left was a little bit of smoke.

Prue followed suit and quickly disappeared as well. Chris wafted the smoke away and admired the handiwork of the three of them. They made a good team. But now it was time for the power of one.

A/N – Yaaay, I actually updated again, I'm doing well. It's been a week; I think that's quite reasonable for me. Sorry for any wait though. I am trying. Well, I don't really like this chapter so much but I need it so I can move it along. Now is where it gets interesting. It will probably be Wednesday again when I update but I'll try for sooner. In the meantime, please review.

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