A/N: Thank you to all who review! I'm glad that you seem to be enjoying the story. Teal-lover: Yes Wyatt has a bit more planned for his sister than he is letting on. Well here goes chapter four.

Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed, not even the smallest sliver. Darn.

Chapter Four

Chris had one of the worst headaches he could remember and that was before he was even fully awake. Memories from the past few hours flew through his mind as he began to come too. The last thing he remembered was wanting to rip the twisted smirk from his brother's face. Chris was startled out of his thoughts by a mumble near his ear. At that moment he realized that Sara was curled up at his side with her arm gripped around him. He knew she was crying from her muffled sobs and the way her tears were wetting his shirt.

"Shhh," he murmured wrapping an arm around her shaking shoulders. When his gesture caused her sobbing to grow more intense. He worried. "What happened?"

"I'm terrified about what Wyatt may do to you." She choked out pulling him in a tighter hug. "He's mad."

Chris knew the implications of her words. When Wyatt was mad all hell broke loose, literally. Chris had made Wyatt angry on several occasions over the years. Each time Wyatt would punish him in a variety of ways. Ranging from medium velocity energy balls to torture by demon posse, he had been though enough to know when Wyatt was mad, he was going to suffer. Though if he could choose between physical torture and emotional torment, Chris preferred the physical abuse.

"I'll be ok, Sara."

At his words Sara sat up glaring down at him, her green eyes electric. She looked spilt between angry and terrified.

"No! You are never ok when Wyatt gets through with you, Chris! He either bloodies you up horribly and only half heels you or he plays with your mind until you feel like killing yourself! Sometimes I wish he would just kill me and get it over with." She stopped for a moment and turned away to look out the window at the broken city, then continued softly. "You should have just left me here and saved him from being turned into the monster that he is."

"Chris doesn't need another death resting on his shoulders." Sara jumped and turned at the sound of Wyatt's voice, shielding Chris' body with hers. "Do you Christopher?"

Chris just stared evenly over Sara's shoulder at his brother who stood in the shadows of the darkening room. Thus it begins, he thought.

"You need not worry about the promised punishment for your betrayal," Wyatt sneered, stepping out from the shadows. "We'll get to that soon enough. I just came to talk for now."

"Go away Wyatt," Sara whispered. "Can't you give us some amount of peace?"

"I have been far to lenient with both of you in the past, Sara. That is going to change. There will be no more skipping off to change the future and leading rebellions against me. It's time both of you embraced your powers properly. I plan to bring about the new generation of Charmed Ones, considering the old ones are either dead or powerless. Both of you will learn that there is no 'other' Wyatt. I have told you both before that you are too caught up in the good vs. evil game. There is no such thing, just power and those strong enough to except it."

"You are what our family has fought against for so long. Evil is as evil does and you have proven that you could rival Balthazar." Sara fought back.

"Balthazar was held back by his love for aunt Phoebe." He looked curiously at them both. "Not unlike the way I am held back by caring for my ungrateful siblings"

"Enough." Chris knew that Sara had struck a critical point and the conversation was likely to turn ugly if they didn't stop. "What do you want Wyatt?"

"Nothing serious really." Wyatt began. " Just letting you in on happenings, we are going to reform our blood bond tonight. The Three of us. However, first things first."

Before Wyatt even finished his sentence he threw Chris into the air causing Sara to fall to the floor. Wyatt smiled when Sara tried to get back up but was unable to break his force. Stepping over Sara he walked to where Chris was suspended in the air, an energy ball forming in his hand. Stopping a few steps away, his smile disappeared and he released the energy ball at Chris' vulnerable chest.

Chris howled in agony when it hit. It felt like someone was cutting him open and burning his insides out. When the pain began to subside Wyatt threw yet another, more powerful one in his direction. Chris suddenly understood what Sara had meant, death would be better than enduring this. This was agony. Searing pain blinded him when the third energy ball ripped into him. The last thing he was conscious for was Sara screaming his name, and then all went quiet.

"Stop it Wyatt!" Sara screamed. "You're killing him!"

When Wyatt didn't acknowledge her but continued his magical assault on Chris, Sara gathered her power and released it. Wyatt was flung away and Chris dropped to the floor. Sara jumped up and ran to him. Wyatt was already on his feet when Sara turned to face him.

"I have had about enough of this," he shrieked telekinetically throwing her across the room. "This ends tonight!" With that he was gone in a swirl of orbs.

Sara stood and unsteadily made her way to Chris. Sinking to the floor dizzily next to him, she raised her hands above his chest letting their golden glow heal his wounds.

"You know, I really haven't missed playtime with Wyatt while I've been in the past. He's a lot nicer as a toddler," Chris said as he sat up. "You ok?"

"Peachy." Chris looked closely at his scowling sister. She could rival him at best in sarcasm. Glancing up at him she smiled softly. "No, you my dear brother are rivaled by no one when it comes to sarcasm."

Chris began to laugh, then stopped abruptly. "How did you do that?"

"Wyatt must have hit you harder than I thought," she said. "I have been a telepath since…"

"I know that but I took a potion to block being read by an empathy and it should have blocked you as well." He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment. "We might be able to use this to our advantage seeing as how Wyatt never developed that particular power."

"So what are we going to do?"

"We have to get back to the past before to much time goes by there or mom is going to come barreling into this world intent on grounding all of us." Chris smirked at her bewildered expression. "Long story."

"Well to get back to the past we need the spell and even more difficult we have to be at the manor." She sighed.

"Wyatt plans to form the power of three again."

"What's your point, Chris?"
"We'll have to be at the manor for it to work. It will be our only chance." Chris stood and walked over to his dresser. Opening the top drawer he pulled out an athame and handed it to his startled sister. "What?"

"All those times I said you were a mamma's boy I take back," she grinned. "You are so Aunt Phoebe's." As soon as the words were out, their smiles vanished.

"Does he still have her imprisoned?" Chris asked softly. Phoebe was the last charmed sister to be killed or locked away. Wyatt had felt while her fighting technique was unrivaled she was insignificant in the magical world without her sisters. It wasn't until Chris was eighteen that Phoebe had been stripped of her powers and locked away.

"Yeah."

"We're going to change all of this, Sara." He hugged her close. "Hide the athame in your clothes and only use it if there is no other alternative." With that said he stood up and walked over to the bed. He was so tired. His sister's movements caught his eye. She was placing candles in a circle and lighting them. Bemused he watched her. Wyatt had the room blocked from orbing, he figured from any kind of magic as well.

"What are you doing?" He asked as she sat down next to the circle.

"Getting a little advice" With that she began to chant and Chris sat up worried about the repercussions this might have.

"Sara?" She didn't seem to hear him.

"Hear my words, hear my cry

Spirit from the other side

Come to me I summon thee

Cross now the great divide."

Chris blinked in the bright light coming from the circle. Who the hell had she just managed to summon? Chris guessed that Wyatt didn't care about anything except for them staying in one place. What could be the harm in a summoning spell? When the light faded Chris was shocked as his long dead aunt stepped from the circle into her corporeal form. Sara flew into her arms.

"Aunt Prue?" Chris asked unconvinced it was truly his aunt.

"Hello Christopher." She smiled then looked down at Sara. "So I take it Wyatt is still ruling with an iron fist?"

Sara began to talk quickly telling their aunt of the last few years, from the rebellion to Chris skipping back in time, their hopes of turning what was around. She came up short of breath when she got to the part about Wyatt forming the new Charmed Ones.

"So what are you going to do?" Prue asked.

Chris watched his aunt closely; something was not right about her. Her physical appearance was the same as always. Long ebony hair, steely gray eyes and commanding presence; the difference was in her voice.

"Sara, don't say anything else." Chris stood quickly, his tone startling Sara. "Come over here. Now."

"Chris what…"

"Now Sara!"

Before Sara had a chance to step away Prue's form began to shimmer and change into their older brother. Sara scrambled away horrified, falling back against Chris who wrapped an arm around protectively around her. Wyatt laughed as tears welled in Sara's eyes.

"I said no magic, Sara." Wyatt continued to laugh, grasping his hands behind his back. "Chris, you should have reminded her."

"It was a harmless spell Wyatt. Aunt Prue couldn't have helped us even if she had come." Chris answered solemnly
"You're starting to accept your fate then?" Wyatt stopped pacing and stared at him, amused. "I had thought you would have been the tough one to break, not Sara."

"What choice do we have?"

"Very good Christopher."

Sara couldn't believe what Chris was saying. He was giving up? She tried to pull away from him disgusted but his grip tighten around her. 'It's ok, read my thoughts.' Startled at the sound of his voice in her mind, she did just that and began to relax. The thought of her having to go up against both of her brothers made Sara physically sick. Everyone knew Wyatt was the most powerful out of the three siblings, of the whole magical community for that matter, but Chris, when provoked, packed an awesome amount of power.

"And what about you, Sara?" Wyatt's question ripped into her thoughts. "Are you ready to except your fate?"

"Go to hell, Wyatt," she breathed. "My answer's the same as before."

"Pity." Sara didn't have time to react when the back of Wyatt's hand met the side of her face. If Chris' arm had not been around her she would have fallen to the floor. Wyatt raised his hand for another assault and Sara cringed and closed her eyes. When the blow never came she looked up. Chris was holding on to Wyatt's arm, shaking his head.

"I'll try to talk some sense into her before tonight." Chris said in a tone devoid of any feeling. "She won't come if you force her."

"We'll see." With that Wyatt was gone and Sara buried her face in Chris' chest. This day was becoming too much for her to handle. She had already had to face two of her greatest fears in the last few hours. She had thought that her greatest fear was to lose Chris, for him to die and not be there with her but she knew that was not it. To lose Chris to evil like she had Wyatt was Sara's great fear and she was aware that Wyatt knew that. She guessed one or the other was going to be used against her when they got the manor to form the power of three.

Chris held his sister for a long time, patting her back and hair. He sent comforting thoughts through their connection. He knew she would later be able to draw on this moment for strength. They had been standing like that for over an hour when four Brute demons entered.

"Lord Wyatt commands your presence," one of them said in a deep bellow.

Chris looked down into his sister's face and shot her a look of compassion before his eyes turned cold and the mask went up. Sara nodded and turned; taking his hand they stepped forward to meet whatever destiny had in store for them. It was going to be a very long night.

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