A/N: EVERYONE MUST READ! I don't want to sound rude, and I don't want to offend anyone in any way, but does ANYONE read my authors notes – honestly and carefully? A lot of people are asking me what happened to all the characters in Part 2 who are not in part 3, and why Mel and Wyatt are suddenly evil. IT'S BECAUSE PART 3 IS UNCONNECTED TO THE EVENTS IN PART 2! There are several alterations and changes. I explained this rather thoroughly in my Authors Note on Ch 42. Think of it this way: Chapters 1-21 are one fanfic. Chapters 22-41 are another, separate fic. Chapters 42-? Are another, separate fic from those two. The only difference is I put them in under the same original title: A Vision of Utopia. The events and characters of Part 3 are UNRELATED to those in Part two.

Parts Two and Three are spin-offs based on Ch 14 when Kirkus spoke of Melinda, Wyatt, and Chris as being destined to be the "Children of Light" (The name of Ch 22, Part Two) but instead being the "Children of Darkness" (The name of Ch 42, Part 3) I took those two concepts and made them separate spin-offs in the same fic to show two alternate realities and what life would be life if Mel, Wyatt, and Chris were the Children of Light, and what life would be life if they were the Children of Darkness.

If this is still unclear PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

I'm sorry if I sounded rude and mean, and I'm sorry if I've hurt anyone's feelings. But for those of you who have read from Ch 1: I explained all of this in Part 2! And for anyone who is just beginning to read these: You should have read this when you read part 2. You can't skip my author's notes; they have meaning! I don't just babble on for stupid reasons.

Now, if I haven't scared everyone off, here is Ch 43! (No separate thank you's tonight. I've ranted long enough and I'm exhausted! I barely have time to do this chapter, but I didn't want to wait any longer to post.)

So enjoy and please review!

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Despite the fact that she had known, even before he had said it, that he knew, Melinda's eyes widened in horror and she gasped, stepping backwards and placing a hand on her stomach.

"How did you find out?" she asked, her tone hushed and slightly shaky. Try as she might, she couldn't hold back her fear and panic.

"I have many connections. You didn't think you could keep it a secret forever, did you?" Wyatt questioned. "You might want to stop sipping that beer, by the way. It's bad for babies."

Melinda gulped, pushing the beer aside. If Wyatt had been paying attention, he would have realized that each time Melinda had 'sipped' her drink, she'd spit it back into the bottle. Each time they met, she had a beer. If she hadn't sipped it, he'd have become suspicious. Although, as she now knew, he had known all along that she was with child.

"Who told you?" Melinda demanded, wanting to know who she had to kill once this little meeting was done.

Wyatt smirked at her. "I can't tell you that. Now, my second order of business was the baby. After it is born, you will hand the child over to me. I will then decide if it is worthy of being raised to follow in my footsteps or if it should just be killed."

Melinda's eyes widened in shock. "You bastard! You wouldn't dare!"

"Wouldn't I?" Wyatt asked, grinning.

"I won't let you have my baby!" Melinda hissed, taking her beer and splashing it into his face. "Mark my words, Wyatt. If you come anywhere near me or my child, I will kill you!" With that, she stood and shimmered out of the club, anger coursing through her and begging to be released.

She shimmered to an unused park and threw fireballs and energyballs at random trees, causing them to catch fire or fall down. She used her telekinesis to send a garbage can flying several feet into the air and landing on top of a port-a-potty. She narrowed her eyes at a swing set and it melted and bended into the sand.

After destroying every bit of the park she could, she had a headache and wanted to cry. She had no one to confide in anymore and she wanted desperately to talk to someone. Someone she could trust with her secrets. But she had no one.

Then it struck her.

Chris. Chris was in the past and Bianca was going after him! She had to stop the stupid Phoenix, save Chris, and fix things. She wouldn't let her family suffer at the hands of Wyatt.

She quickly muttered a spell and sent herself back into the past, before she was even born (Phoebe was only pregnant with her, and barely at that – She might not even know that she was pregnant yet.)

When Melinda landed, she was in Halliwell Manor, which was in chaos. Bianca was there, and it appeared that she had just arrived.

"Bianca?" Chris asked, stepping backwards.

"Hey, baby," Bianca replied, smirking as she stepped forward.

"Leave, Bianca," Melinda ordered, once she had composed herself. Everyone in the room – Piper, Phoebe, Paige, and Chris – stared at her as if just realizing she had appeared.

Bianca laughed. "Make me."

"Do as I say!" Melinda snarled.

"You aren't my boss. He is," Bianca replied, eyes narrowed.

"But I can vanquish you easily," Melinda countered. "Now go back to the future and stay there!"

"Not until I get what I came for," Bianca argued, stepping forward.

"You can't touch Chris as long as I'm here. So leave! Go back to the future or else!" A fireball appeared in Melinda's hand, aimed at Bianca.

Scowling, Bianca disappeared.

"What the hell was that about?" Piper demanded, staring at the second mysterious woman to appear in her living room in a matter of five minutes.

"Nothing," Melinda replied, her voice slightly choked. "Nothing to concern you. Chris, what the hell were you thinking, coming here?"

"Not now," Chris grumbled. "We can't talk about this here."

"Fine. But as soon as we can talk, you're going to tell me everything. Understood?" Melinda snapped.

Chris nodded, not looking at her.

"Uh, hi, hello?" Phoebe said, frowning. "Wanna fill in the blanks?"

"Can't. Look, can I stay here or not? If not, I need to go back to the future," Melinda stated suddenly. It was a stupid decision. God only knows what could happen in her time with her gone.

Phoebe frowned. "Why? Are you in danger there?" She didn't know who this girl was, but she felt an odd connection between them and felt very protective of her.

"I can't tell you. Not yet, at least. Can I stay? Please?" Melinda asked sharply.

Phoebe nodded. "Of course you can."

"But she's a demon!" Paige argued.

"The Future Source, actually, but I won't get technical," Melinda replied.

"The Future Source? And you're friends with her?" Piper asked Chris. "Now I really don't know if we can trust you."

"You girls still have a lot to learn," Melinda said, shaking her head and knowing that if they didn't shape up, the future would remain grim.

Paige and Piper glared at her,

"She's the Source," Phoebe restated. "But I can't sense any evil coming from her. She's good; the evil is just a façade to keep her cover."

Melinda stared Phoebe in the eyes. She had almost forgotten her mother was an empath.

"What a good little empath you are," Melinda spat. She didn't enjoy being cruel to her mother but it was the only way to keep from getting attached, spilling her secrets. It was the only way she'd be able to manage going back to the future – when the time came – and knowing her mom wouldn't be there.

Somewhere in the house, a baby cried.

"I need to go check on Wyatt," Piper said, taking slow steps backwards. "Vanquish her if you have to. And if future boy is her allie and she's our enemy, then vanquish him too." She went up the steps and disappeared down the hall.

Phoebe and Paige stared at Chris and Melinda suspiciously, though Paige was more suspicious than Phoebe was. Phoebe had a feeling . . . she couldn't describe it.

"Chris, we need to talk. Now," Melinda said sharply. She might have been younger than him, but as the Source, she had the upper hand in some cases. More specifically, this one.

Chris nodded. He glanced at the sisters, then nodded for Melinda to follow him to the kitchen. They went there, then out the back door into the backyard. Chris shut the door and turned to face his cousin.

"We have a lot to discuss," Melinda said firmly.

Chris scowled and turned away.