A/N: Great News! I have beaten writers block! Found where I really want this story to end. Anyway I hope that everyone enjoys this next chapter. Feedback is wonderful. Thank you to those who review. Now on with the show.

Disclaimer: I think it is a given at this point. I do not own Charmed in any way, shape or form. One can't hurt a girl for trying right?

Chris fought against the sudden urge to wake. He was perfectly content to continue this peaceful slumber. When he was asleep he could forget that his older brother was the ruler of all evil, that his parents were dead, that his once happy family was no more. He could forget that all he had left in the world was a small hope that he could change the future and the many innocent lives that had been lost in the battles against his verging on insane brother. Sighing he miraculously fell back toward the comforting nothingness that was a dreamless sleep.

He was startled when he found himself high upon the Golden Gate Bridge surrounded by a dense fast moving cloud cover. He knew Piper had cast Phoebe's dreamless sleep spell. So what the hell was he doing up here?

He turned shocked when he heard the sound of someone coughing harshly near him. Sara was huddled behind him shivering in the midst of a coughing fit. Worried he removed the light jacket he was wearing and wrapped it around her shivering figure. Sara only gazed at him blankly, her eyes uncannily bright. Noticing her feverish state he knelt down and cradled her burning form to his chest. Something was definitely wrong. He was aware that they were both asleep, yet this felt so real. He only had to ponder this strange occurrence for a moment before a voice pierced the silence around them.

"You have tried my patience for the last time." Sara whimpered at the sound of Wyatt's angry voice.

Chris' face set with determination, as he turned toward his brother's voice, a feverish Sara in cradled in the safety of his arms. "I seem to have made a hobby of that, Wyatt," he responded in a dead voice.

"For the last time, give up this charade Chris. I am coming for the both of you and there is nothing you can do."

"We'll see," Chris whispered toward the see though form of his angered brother.

"You and Sara are mine!" Wyatt's voice was nothing more than a low growl. "Your very lives belong to me, brother."

"I'll be ready for you Wyatt."

"Will you Chris?" Wyatt asked in a voice that told Chris his older brother knew something that he did not. "Little Sara is sick. You'll be too distracted trying to help her and keep the small version of me safe. And even if you are ready, the Charmed Ones don't even pack enough power to stop me."

"Sara's fine," Chris snapped feeling dread settle in the pit of his stomach as he looked down at his sister's dream self. She looked a far cry away from being fine.

"I've been told this strand of the virus she has can be fatal." Wyatt watched his brother pull Sara closer to his chest, unnerved at his words. Smiling he continued. "First will come the normal symptoms of the mortal flu, then a deadly high fever, coughing blood, excruciating pains, delirium. It's of course demonic."

"What have you done to her!" Chris shouted in horror.

"Nothing the traitorous brat didn't deserve." Wyatt stated calmly. "All you can do dear brother is pray for the best. However, if that virus I've given her doesn't do the trick and kill her, I will."

"NO!"

"Just accept it Chris." Wyatt snickered.

"You'll have to kill me first. Chris whispered as his bother began to fade away. "I will stop you."

"We shall see little brother," came the evil whisper as everything around them began to fade away and darkness was once again beckoning him.

Chris woke with a sharp gasp. Trying to regain his wits he began to pray. "Be a dream," he pleaded wearily. "Please God, be a dream."

His prayers went unanswered when he turned to check on Sara. She lay motionless next to him whimpering incoherently. The fever Wyatt had spoken of was evident and not in it's beginning flu like stages. She looked much like she had moments ago in Wyatt's dream message. Reaching over he brushed her dampening hair away from her sweating face. Chris jerked his hand away upon feeling how hot she was. This was definitely not good.

How could Wyatt infect her from the future? It struck him that his brother could very well be here in the past but Chris brushed that thought aside. He knew Wyatt all to well. While his twisted brother had control over a great many things, patience was not among them. If he had come back to the past for them already he would not have bothered warning Chris. Wyatt would not wait around to collect them once he got here. That much Chris was sure of.

Chris jumped up and ran down the stairs, heading for the kitchen in the predawn stillness. Moving with a silent quickness, he grabbed water for his bound to be dehydrated sister and a bowl of cool water with a soft cloth to help ease her fever. An orb later he was back at her side and calling mentally for Leo.

As much as Chris hated it he knew he was going to need his fathers help in caring for Sara and his mother and Aunts in keeping little Wyatt safe and innocent for as long as possible. While he knew his father's whitelighter abilities were likely to have no effect on the virus he was banking on the fact that his dad retained his medic training from the army in WW2. Sixty years was a long time to remember something you were likely to never need again. Chris also knew that Leo was Sara's best shot given there was no way that they could take her to San Francisco Memorial with a demonic virus. That combined with the fact that she was close to two years away from even being born. Leo appeared after a few moments looking tired and not yet fully awake.

"Chris?" He asked groggy.

"Listen, I am sorry to wake you up so early but Sara is burning up. It's a demonic virus." Chris continued to repeat everything Wyatt had said about the illness. "I need your help."

Leo was already at his sick daughter's side, his hands raised above her still form emitting their golden healing glow. Chris wasn't surprised when he was unable to heal her.

"She needs a doctor Chris," Leo sighed dropping his hands to feel Sara's burning skin and check her pulse.

"You're the doctor Dad." Chris said gravely as he orbed the book of shadows down from its rightful place in the attic to his waiting arms. Leo nodded in understanding. It would be impossible to explain that the reason she didn't have any records was due to that fact that she wouldn't exist until 2006.

"How do you know so much about this virus that she has?" Leo asked suddenly.

Chris froze. He knew that someone was bound to ask that question but hadn't decided if he was going to lie about it or not yet. He hated lying to his family. It was starting to wear on him. For a year he had been force to hide many things from them, often with lies. This time he didn't see any harm in the form of 'Future consequences', just in breaking their hearts when they found that Wyatt was the root of all Sara's pain. Sighing sadly, he turned and held his father's concerned gaze.

"Wyatt," he whispered.

"Wyatt, what?"

At that point Chris let it all go. He told a stunned Leo about the dreamless sleep spell, the message from his whacked brother, Wyatt's impending arrival. Slowly with each word, Chris felt a weight being lifted off of his shoulders. He was no longer alone with his hopes and fears. Leo, no, his Dad was going to help.

"I'm with you son," Leo said when Chris had finished and turned his full attention back to the book once more. Leo continued to hold the cool cloth to Sara's burning face trying to ease the girl's obvious discomfort. Morning had arrived when Chris gave a yell of frustration and slammed the book shut hurling it across the room.

"There is absolutely nothing in this damn book that is of any use!"

"Chris…?" Sara murmured turning her flushed face in the direction of his voice.

Immediately he was by he side holding her burning hand. "I'm here."

"What's wrong with me?" she asked in a whisper before coughing harshly. Her eyes were bright with fever and Chris found it unnerving to look into them.

"You're just sick." He whispered trying to sound light. Sara turned her head away, tears forming in her emerald eyes.

"Wyatt was real then?" she struggled to ask. Speaking was obviously painful for her. Chris only nodded unable to find his voice. There was nothing he could say with out breaking down.

Sara sensing this might very well be one of her last moments of coherent consciousness, gripped his hand tightly and turned back to him. She looked at him trying to memorize his features as he stared worriedly down at her. He seemed worn and grief ridden, but far from broken. His green eyes, that were identical to her own and their father's, still held hope.

"Don't lose sight of what's important, Chris," she whispered as the room was beginning to spin. "Make the future right."

"I will with your help." He didn't want to think of losing her yet. This suddenly felt like goodbye. "You're going to be fine. I'm going to fix you first."

"If you keep Wyatt good then you save me as well, Chris."

"I'm not going to lose you too, Sara."

Leo felt that they needed to be alone so he tapped Chris on the shoulder and spoke in a hushed tone so not to frighten his daughter who had yet to see him. "I'm going to ask Gideon for advice."

"Gideon?" Sara gasped upon hearing the elder's name. She knew that name well. Wyatt had had a personal vendetta against her father's former mentor and friend. From the time they were very young Sara always sensed a terrible loathing coming from Wyatt when they were around the elder. Before he had turned, Wyatt had confided in his sister that the elder had wanted him dead from the time he was born. Sara had dismissed her brother's claim that Gideon thought he had too much power for one being to handle. Wyatt after all had been a force of good at that time. Could it have been Gideon all along?

Reaching out toward her father's past self with her free hand she used the last of her energy to telepathically send them her memories of being around the elder and her brother, what Wyatt had confided in her, and Gideon's torturous death at Wyatt's hand that she had be present for. Some of the things her brother said to the dying elder made it look like Gideon was the cause of all the futures wrongs. All for the greater good.

Both men were startled at what they quickly learned in the span of a few minutes. Chris knew without a second thought that Gideon was who he came back to stop. It had never been a demon but someone that they all had trusted. Wyatt was the way he was now because a force that was good that supposed to protect him had betrayed him.

Leo was not far behind his son in comprehending what this meant. It nearly broke his heart to think that the one person he had always trusted was going to be his son's undoing.

"You never told me about something that important!" Chris turned, angry with his sister for holding back such valuable information. He was about to launch into a tirade when he noticed that while Sara's bright eyes were fixed on him, they were glassy and unfocused. All but forgetting about Gideon and Wyatt he dropped to her side and grabbed her shoulders shaking her still form.

"Sara?" he called trying to snap her back to awareness.

Leo knelt down next to his now sobbing son and felt for a pulse. It was faint and threading. If they didn't do something fast she wasn't going to make it through another night. Grabbing Chris by his shoulders and forcing the terrified young man to look at him, he began to speak.

"Chris! I need you to wake up your aunts and mother and send them in here to me. Have Phoebe bring something for Sara to change into. We have to get her out of these clothes. They are soaked. Next, I want you to run a cool bath. Not to cold because that will put her into shock and stop her heart. Then I need you to grab Wyatt's baby thermometer and bring it to me. We have to bring her fever down fast." When it looked like Chris understood what he was saying he sent him out. "Now go!"

Chris jumped and ran to Paige's room to find her already dressed and headed down to the kitchen. Panting he quickly told her what Leo had said.

"I'll get Phoebe," she stated patting him on the back as he nodded and turned toward his mother's room with dread.

How was he going to explain to his mother all that was happening? Thinking of Sara, he forced himself to enter his mother's room. She was sitting on her bed brushing her long hair. As if feeling his presence, she turned, her smile fading quickly when she noticed the look upon Chris' face.

"Chris, what is it?"

"Dad needs you." He whispered gazing at his shoes. "Sara's not so good."

Piper sat there for a moment then was up and out the door as fast as her pregnant body would let her, leaving Chris to continue with his father's requests. Without thinking he drew the bath to the specified tempeture and grabbed the thermometer.

He hurried back to the guest room where everyone was now crowding around Leo who was trying to explain everything that had happened in the last few hours starting with Wyatt's visit to Chris and Sara and ending with the revelation of Gideon betrayal.

Chris watched as his mother reacted to the news of Gideon by blowing up a vase that sat on the windowsill in a fit of anger. Phoebe and Paige looked just as stunned and mad.

Chris knelt down next to Sara and placed the thermometer in her ear. He was slowly starting to come out of his shock as he pulled it away and read the blinking digital temp.

"106.3" he cried jumping up and shoving the horrible news to Leo for him to confirm.

"We have to bring this down and get some fluids in her. Phoebe and Paige, I need you to get a hold of a couple fever shots, an i.v., among other things." Leo said as he handed them a short list and they were gone in a swirl of orbs. "The rest of us need to get these bed clothes changed and Sara into that cool bath."

Piper and Chris only nodded as they proceeded to do what he asked of them. Chris lifted his limp sister into his arms and carried her from the room. Piper turned to Leo and pressed herself into his arms.

"Promise me that this is all going to turn out fine."

"If I have to stop the world from turning I am going to try and right this, Piper." He softly answered her plea.

"Just promise."

"I promise," Leo said softly hoping that it was one he was going to be able to keep.

A/N: I hope you liked! Either way please leave a review and let me know. Help me improve my writing! Until next time.