A/N: I am trying to post as fast as possible but I am having issues deciding what to do. So many ideas and I have yet to decide on an ending. Not that an ending is coming anytime soon but I usually like to know where a story is going to go before I write it. I am up for suggestions! Ok enough idle rambling, on with the story.

Disclaimer: I do not owned Charmed. Only the characters that I bestow life to do I claim.

Chapter Five:

Chris and Sara walked like two souls condemned to hell instead of siblings going to see their older brother. The four burly demons merely flanked them as they walked down the softly lit hall to the elevator. Sara wondered if either of them was going to live to see the light of morning as they stepped into the elevator.

"Just try not to provoke him, Sara," Chris muttered to her as they arrived at Wyatt's penthouse apartment. Sara knew what he meant was not to accuse Wyatt of being the source of all evil.

Wyatt stood talking to someone who was hidden in the shadows of the room. Whoever it was Wyatt dismissed them before Sara could get a good look at who or what it was. A demonic supporter no doubt. Wyatt turned and nodded for them to sit. When Sara stood rooted to the spot Chris pulled her in the direction of the two awaiting chairs. Glowering at both of them she sat stiffly. If she had one wish that could be granted it would be to be anywhere but there.

Chris watched his sister struggle with her emotions as they sat, hoping she would be able to wrangle her sharp mouth. He wished more than anything it had not come to this. Wyatt was not going to let them escape him without a fight. No doubt it would be a fight to the death. Chris vowed that he would stop at nothing to keep Sara safe. She was the last part of his life worth fighting for in this demented reality. She was the light in all the darkness. Wyatt had extinguished the rest, from their mother to Bianca.

"I hope you were able to persuade our wayward sister that this is all in her best interest." Wyatt began as he sat across from them. "It would be a shame if I had use persuasive force." When neither of them spoke Wyatt continued. "The power of three will set us free. I'm sure you are aware that the ritual will take place at the manor and I have decided to have a visual warning present. Just in case either of you have any ideas about pulling a disappearing act." He stood and his eyes bore into Chris'. "You will both need to prove your allegiance as well before we bring forth the power."

With that Wyatt turned and walked into the next room leaving Chris and Sara to their thoughts. Prove their allegiance? Visual warning? Persuasive force? Chris wanted to scream. Wyatt had successfully dismantled any plan Chris had begun to formulate.

"Chris?" Sara asked through their connection. "He is going to use us against one another. Just do what you have to do to get back to the past. You need to go back, not me."

"I promised mom I would bring you back, that I wouldn't leave you with him."

Sara knew that Chris wouldn't leave her even if he hadn't promised and it was pointless to argue with him. He would fight till the end. Perhaps it was their destiny to rule by Wyatt's side or their fate to die by the twice-blessed hand.

Wyatt strode back into the room flanked by two hooded figures. He gazed at them, signaling for them to stand. Sara followed Chris' lead and slowly made her way over to Wyatt. He placed his left hand on Chris' shoulder and the right on Sara's, orbing them to the attic of the manor. Candles were lit around the room giving off a soft glow. The first thing Sara noticed was the book of shadows in its rightful spot upon the podium. Wyatt moved over to stand before it before he began to speak.

"I think it's time to begin." As soon as he had spoken the words the two hooded figures from before shimmered into the attic, revealing their features as they stepped behind Wyatt. Chris and Sara both gasped at what they saw.

"Prue?"

"Elaina?"

Aunt Phoebe's twin daughters had been killed in one of the first resistance fights or so Chris and Sara had believed. They had obviously been mistaken.

"I thought it would be best to stick with family tonight." Wyatt mussed as he watched their reactions to seeing their believed to be dead cousins. "Elaina and Prue have become my best and most loyal assassins. Not quite as ruthless as Bianca but they have made me proud. Pity about Bianca, she was quite valuable."

Chris closed his eyes. Why did he have to play these mind games? It was bad enough that he had turned their two cousins but did he have to compare them to his dead fiancé. After a moment of silence he pushed the lingering thoughts of Bianca from his mind and opened his eyes to stare solemnly back at Wyatt.

"Very good Chris." Wyatt murmured softly. It was evident that his musings about Bianca had been a test. Chris remained silent, his gaze unwavering.

Sara listened carefully to Wyatt as she studied her two cousins. Prue and Elaina were identical in every way except their eyes. Prue's were icy blue, much like her father's and Elaina's were a soft brown like her mother's. Their long brown hair fell in cascades down their backs and they were dressed much like Wyatt's other assassins. Black leather, boots and daggers made their outfits impressive. Terrifying. Their beautiful faces showed no emotion and Sara couldn't get a read off their minds. What had Wyatt done to them?

"Well I suppose we should get down to business but first a few precautions need to be put in place." Wyatt smirked as he nodded to the young women behind him. "I can't have either of you trying to escape. There will be consequences for your actions this time around. Lives are going to be at stake."

Sara was afraid to look over to where her cousins had moved when she heard Chris' sharp intake of breath. Not knowing was even worse. She could feel Chris' emotions. Raw pain and anger were emanating from him. So much for the cold, emotionless façade Sara thought when she heard his strangled whisper.

"Wyatt what have you done?"

Sara turned her head in the direction of Chris' horrified gaze and the sight that awaited her made her feel sick and dizzy. It couldn't be. Wyatt had to be playing a cruel and twisted trick. A frail woman sat rocking a man's broken body, her graying brown hair covering her face as she wept. They were both covered in dirt and grime and their appearances had changed immensely from the last time Sara had seen them. The woman seemed oblivious to all that was happening around her and her husband as she whimpered his name pleadingly over and over again. "Leo."

This can't be real! Sara felt like she was dreaming. Her mother and father had died. She had been there, held them, pleading for them to stay with her. She had mourned their deaths before she was even fourteen.

"Make it stop Wyatt!" Sara screamed at him. "Stop fucking with my head! Leave me alone, please! I don't want to see this! They are dead, not even you can bring them back." She launched herself at Wyatt. All the pain, anger and betrayal she had felt over the years coming to a point as she began to pound his chest with her fists, tears of rage blinding her.

Grabbing her shoulders, Wyatt turned her and forced her to looked at the broken seen before them. "That is real Sara, they never died." Sara struggled from his grasp and flung herself at Chris who had yet to recover from his shock.

"I told you we could be a family again, Sara." Wyatt persisted as she clung to Chris. "No harm will come to them if you just do what I ask of you!"

"You're a monster!" she screamed at him. "I hate you!"

"Hate is good. Passionate and powerful." Wyatt smirked at her. He knew Sara held a great deal of power inside. Telekinesis and telepathy were the only two active powers she willingly used. Wyatt knew there were more. After all he had watched her all her life. He knew that anger was the key to release for her and she was at a boiling point.

Chris felt as if the attic and its inhabitants had faded away. He should have known Wyatt hadn't killed them. His mother's spirit was broken that was obvious. He knew she was beyond help. Wyatt had kept her physically alive but she was no longer the person she had been or ever would be again. His father seemed to be knocking on death's door. Chris hoped death answered. Death would be more merciful than Wyatt. He could tell from a distance that they had been stripped of their powers, just like Phoebe and Paige. Paige. Was she still alive as well? Was Phoebe? Chris was shaken out of his stupor when he heard Sara's voice in his mind. She sounded desperate and lost amid pain and anger. "Chris I am so sorry!"

"Sara No!" Chris was brought back to reality as Sara formed an energy ball and flung it at Wyatt who easily deflected it. She began hurling one after another missing him by inches or closer each time. Objects began to fly around the room, each one moving by the sheer will of her mind.

"I'll kill you!" she screamed hatefully. "Just like you killed them!"

"Sara!" Chris tackled her to the floor, holding her arms down. She was beyond hearing him though. Her eyes were wild with tears of pain and rage streaming down her face. Chris had only saw her like this once before, the day their parents had supposedly died. The effects had been devastating seven years ago, Chris didn't want to see it again. "You need to focus or we won't make it! Stop this insanity. It's what he wants."

Sara was slowly calmed by Chris' words. Wyatt grated his teeth. Damn Chris and her to eternity in hell. He wanted Sara to lose it that's why he had provoked her and now Chris was once again ruining his plan. He knew that Chris was going to be the hard one to break. Well so be it then. His brother was not going to unravel his plans again. Wyatt knew that for Sara to come to his way of thinking was by force. He was just going to have to make her choose between keeping up this charade or Chris and their parents dying. He didn't want to kill them but his brother could not be allowed to go back to the past or lead another resistance surge. Power of three or not it ended tonight.

"I'm so sorry, Chris." Sara whimpered as she finally got a hold of her emotions. Tears stilled streamed down her face as he pulled her into a tight embrace. "I just can't help it. I hate this."

"I know it hurts…" Chris was cut off as he was yanked backward, his eyes bulging as Wyatt held him by his neck. Summoning Excalibur, Wyatt held the legendary sword to his brother's chest as Elaina and Prue forced the younger man to his knees.

"Wyatt don't!" she screamed hysterically.

"You will either abide by my rules or I swear I will kill him Sara!" Wyatt growled at her. "You and you alone are going to decide how this ends tonight."

"Why are you doing this?" Sara couldn't understand how Wyatt had gotten so far gone. Was there none of the brother she had known from childhood left?

"Ultimate power Sara!"

"But you have that," she pleaded with him. "The power is yours. Chris and I am no match for you. Just let him go and we won't fight anymore. Wyatt, please! He's our brother."

"He has betrayed me too many times!" Wyatt howled angered by her pleas. "Choose Sara. You do as I say and I will strip him of his powers and most memories but he will be alive or I'll kill him. After he learns to behave I will slowly give back his powers."

"Sara!" She felt Chris' thoughts pushing into her mind.

"I can't do this Chris. I can't choose."

"You need to finish what I started."

"No!"

"Do what has to be done!"

Sara hung her head. She was about to acknowledge defeat when she remembered the athame tucked in between her back and bra. It was their only chance. She didn't want to have to do this but it was either Chris or Wyatt and all the innocents he held in his iron grasp.

Nodding her head she began to walk over to where Wyatt stood gazing at her warily, his sword never moving from its lethal position. Calmly she stood before Wyatt and stared into his icy blue eyes then she looked down to Chris, her thoughts passing from her mind to his. His eyes grew wide when he understood what she planned to do.

Wyatt almost smiled when he saw the look upon Chris' face. His younger brother had actually thought Sara would sacrifice him. So much for them always putting their trust in the greater good. Wyatt was still gazing into his brother's surprised eyes when Sara lunged into him, knocking him unsteady and burying her hidden weapon in his side. She drove the athame home as she sank to the ground with Wyatt.

"Et tu Sara?" Wyatt gasped as they fell gracefully to the floor.

"I'm sorry," Sara whispered as she flung two energy balls at her advancing cousins sending them to the floor then turning back to Wyatt. "I'm so sorry Mom."

Sara sat to exhausted to emotionally and physically to notice Chris was already drawing a triquetra on the wall. However she did notice that with each raspy breath Wyatt took the vision of her parent's broken forms was fading. It had all been a trick. Sara was thankful for that.

Chris pulled his sister to her feet as he began to chant the spell to go back in time.

"Hear these words, hear the rhyme

Heed the hope within my mind.

Send me back to where I'll find

What I wish in place and time."

Just as the portal was opening, Chris caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. Wyatt had managed to get to his feet and now held Excalibur poised to fatally strike Sara down.

"No!" Chris screamed shielding her body with his. The sword missed its intended mark but found another embedding itself into Chris' upper chest. He cried out in pain as the sword was removed. Wyatt fell to the floor as Chris sagged against a sobbing Sara who with the last of her energy hugged him to her and heaved them through the portal then all went dark as she succumbed to the peacefulness of unconsciousness. It was in the first light of morning when Sara and Chris fell back into the past.

Please let me know what you thought. This chapter was so hard to write. Writer's blocked cramped my style this time around!