A/N: Thanks again to tima for the review. I'm glad you liked it & that it made you laugh!

Thanks also to saver (). Appreciate the review!

PS. The author (me)hasn't yet decided who Phoebe should be with at the end of this thing. Les or Cole… I am now taking votes! Probably only 1 chapter left!

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"Since we have to have demonic blood to see through their human shields, I have to go with you. Your parents won't like it, but you need me. Otherwise, you'll be sitting ducks, just waiting for them to kill you." Cole reasoned.

"So what are we going to do, knock on every green house's door in the neighborhood? There has to be at least 30 of them!" Chris cried out, frustrated. This threat should have already been gone. There was no good excuse that they hadn't vanquished it yet.

"That's exactly what we'll do Chris. Their shield is invisible to the eye, except that it tints whatever it covers green. So we have to go door to door, and make them open up for us. When they do, I'll be able to see through them. They have to open the door for us. We can't just break in, because their shield will protect them if we do. We have to let them open the door, then I can scan them. If they're ok, we'll just leave. If it is them, I'll let you two know, so that you can do your freaky little Time & Legend thing. I'll just be turning my head. Demon blood turns my stomach. It reminds me that it could be me any time."

"They won't open the door for us. They know who we are. There's no way that they'll just open up when they see us. They aren't suicidal." Wyatt pointed out.

"No, they're homicidal. They want to kill you and your whole family. The Charmed Ones and their offspring are a demons greatest challenge. Besides, you aren't going to knock on the door as Wyatt & Christopher Halliwell. You're whitelighters. Can't you glamour into someone else?"

"Actually, we're HALF whitelighter. Neither of us got the glamouring power. But what we can do is get Phyra and Peyton to mix up their potion to change features. We can change our hair color, nose shape, eyes, even skin color. Phy and Pey are potion geniuses!" Chris bragged. He had always hated potion making, and thought anyone who did it well was a genius.

"Hmm… whatever. Just make sure you two don't look like Halliwells! And get out your suits. You'll need them." Cole stated flatly.

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"I can't believe you talked us into this." Wyatt grumbled.

"Really. Cole, I mean, come on! This is ridiculous. Traveling vacuum salesmen? Who's honestly going to buy this?" Chris felt every bit as stupid as his older brother.

"Hey. How else are you going to go door to door? Would you rather we posed as Girl Scouts selling cookies? Quit complaining!" Cole snapped. "Besides, the bags let you conceal Excalibur and your potions without them being seen by humans. Isn't your family motto to protect magic from exposure?"

"No. Our family motto is kick demon ass." Wyatt came back.

"And to save innocents." Chris added.

"But every time you do that, you have to cover up and lie, so that the mortal world is blissfully unaware of magic's presence. So this way you won't have any Cleaners to worry about."

"Whatever. Let's get this over with, so that I can get back to normal." Chris mumbled. " I can't believe Phy made me a blond! And look at these eyes. Have you ever heard of purple eyes?"

"At least she made you the same size so your clothes fit! Peyton made me 6 inches shorter! This stupid suit is safety pinned on the hem. I look like a retard. And do you see this… grey hairs. She gave me grey hairs!" Wyatt moaned.

"I guess you shouldn't have teased her about her big feet, huh Wy?" Chris laughed.

"Ok, guys quit complaining. You sound like women. OUCH!" Cole yelled after Peyton orb-telekenesed a pot from the kitchen to hit his head.

"Serves you right. Jerk!" She hissed. "I don't like you."

"Feelings mutual. Jesus, Chris, is there any of your uncle in these two mini-Paige's?"

"Not much. But we still like 'em anyway. Besides, Uncle Jax isn't exactly the most calm witch in the world. You can tell when Aunt Paige and him are arguing, all of sudden doors and windows slam shut, and all the hot water is gone until he calms down. He's a really strong elemental."

"Let's just get this over with. Chris, did you load the potions in the bag? We need to make sure we can strip the powers before we vanquish." Wyatt asked.

"Yeah, I got them. We're set. Let's go."

Chris, Wyatt and Cole walked out of the manor and started to knock on the doors of the green houses on the block.

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After 5 houses and 2 hours, Cole was ready to light up some fireballs and chuck them at the middle aged women they'd spoken to today.

"Good thing you were able to orb Mom's vacuum Wy. I can't believe that lady actually bought it! We sold Mom's vacuum!" Chris was shocked.

"Yeah. And we even made a profit at it!"

Cole grumbled. "I can't believe that first woman pinched my butt! Hasn't she heard of harassment? And then she wouldn't buy anything!" Cole really wasn't having a good day.

They walked up the next house, a large hunter green Victorian. Its layout looked a lot like the Halliwell manor.

As they went up to the doorstep, Cole noticed a shadowy figure staring from out of the window. Chris pressed the doorbell, and a tall, brown haired man opened the door.

"Can I help you?" he asked pleasantly.

Cole cleared his throat noisily, and tossed a glance at Wyatt.

"As a matter of fact, you can. We're from Speedy Clean Vacuum Systems. Could we come in for a moment?" Wyatt asked politely.

"Well, I really…" the man broke off as Chris pushed his way into the door.

"This will only take a few minutes of your time. Surely you can spare that much?"

Wyatt reached into his bag, and pulled out a potion bottle. He threw the yellow liquid at the man, and instantly a green and black skinned demon appeared where the man once was, his face starting to ooze, just as it had when they used the potion on Pujurus.

"Time & Legend… the darklighters killed you. They promised" the demon gasped.

"They're demons… they lied"

An athame appeared in Chris' hand as 5 other demons shimmered in.

"Wyatt, quick, potions!" Chris yelled as he stabbed the first demon with the athame.

Wyatt quickly tossed the potions in the air. Chris directed the telekinetically to each of the demons, hitting them directly in the face. Wyatt pulled Excalibur from the bag with a ringing sound. As Chris stabbed the other demons, Wyatt cut the head off the first. Within seconds the only beings still standing were Chris, Wyatt and a sickly looking Cole. All the remained of the Sextet was a steaming pile of black leather clothing.

"Did it work? Are they gone?" Wyatt panted.

"I think so. When I got the first one last time, he vanished completely. This time, we watched them disappear, but the clothes are still here. They must be gone, right Cole?" Chris asked.

"They should be. Let me go Underground and I'll check the rumors. See if I can dig up anything. I'll check back in with you tomorrow."

"Thanks, Cole. We owe you." Wyatt extended his hand.

Cole grabbed it and shook his hand. "I'll see you tomorrow." He started to shimmer out and stopped. "And Chris, Wyatt… take good care of your Aunt." He was gone with a quick shimmer.

"Let's go home, bro. I need a shower." Wyatt grabbed Chris' arm and orbed out.