A/N I know it's been a while since updated, (at least compared to my usual speed) but i've been trying to sort out some plot holes in the later part of the story and it's been hard going. You wouldn't believe a story with so little plot could contain so many plot holes, but i think i've got most of it sorted now, still updates may be a little slower than usual.

A/N 2: anyway, thanks to everyone who reviews, i love them and welcome all comments.

Sepdeneuf: It is the kind of thing they shoudl do something about, just give them a little time.
CharmedLilAngel: It wasn't really intended as Paige jumping off, because she would have to be really stupid to do that, and i know i haven't exactly been kind to her in this fic, but even i wouldn'r be that cruel, it was supposed to be that she just kind of fell, sorry if that didn't come out right in the fic. Secondly as for the absense of memory dust, in all honesty i just didn't onsider it's existence when i wrote the fic, but if you want i can make up a plausible excuse... the elders don't trust Chris with it, and Phoebe didn't think to call Leo.

Quacksaystheduck: YAY! welcome back
Night-owl123: it would be a good time for the cleanersto show up, howeverplotwise (yes believe it or not thereis a plan to this fic) i need something else to happen before they do.
AlyssaHalliwell: glad you liked it:
FaithCharmer: How did they identify Chris? Simple, when he was on Tv Darryl walked into the police station with a cup of coffee, dropped it ruining his shoes, and said something along the lines of 'good lord thats Chris Perry' or if you prefer, he told them while they talked him down. Sorry though, no Cole, he really didn't seem to fit in this fic, maybe if i write a sequel...(also the fantastic 4 movie does look good, not only Julian but Ioan Gruffud... no Drew though :'( )Finally Bianca, Schmianca; i have nothing against her as long as she never comes back ever!
Brotherly love

Wyatt

Wyatt Matthew Halliwell wasn't laughing anymore, he didn't understand what had happened, and when there was something Magical he didn't understand he got angry; it undermined his power and he couldn't have that. Shaking with rage items began to fly around his chamber. Yelling for assistance a number of fierce looking Demons appeared in his room.

"Sir?"

"Did you feel that?"

"Feel what Sir?"

"There was a shift in the magical field. Something is disturbing reality."

"Sir?"

No one else had felt anything; good that meant it was specific to him, he'd like to keep it that way. Raising his hands violently the demons around him burst into a flames in an instant vanquish.

It had to have been caused by Chris; the ripple had to have been caused by his longing for the old days, brought out by his little brother. He needed to move onto the next stage of his plan quickly… showing Chris his true potential.

It had taken him long to figure out what was wrong with Chris, he was so stupid not to have seen it before, and worse it was a problem he had caused. He had turned his brother away from him, how could he have been so blind? His brother would never return to him until he lost that damn inferiority complex! If only he hadn't repeatedly shown his brother up, rubbed in his superior powers, teased Chris almost constantly in their youth, they might be together now, on the same side. But then again if he hadn't done what he did, the ever-moral Chris might have tried to stop him earlier, before he was secure. Well he knew that now, it was all about Power and as soon as Chris had his he would stop with all this good and evil crap. He hadn't known that his brother would be able to transfigure things; he hadn't known powers his brother might develop in the future, but bringing them out was a stroke of genius. He'd give Chris a taste of how great he could be, and he'd come running to him. The question remained; what to do next?

Chris

Wyatt was feeling proud of him self as he sat in his chamber… wait how did he know that?

'You know how you know that,' said a voice in his head, 'the link works both ways little bro, always has… I just removed the block.'

Why are you helping me?

He felt fear creep across his brothers mind, 'Lets just say I have a bad feeling about you in the past. I can't see it ending well for either of us.'

Oh Wy, I didn't know you cared.

'Yeah you did.'

Chris felt strange inside; he knew what it was it was Wyatt, it had been so long since they'd been connected properly; he felt 12 years old again. Then again he didn't; the Wyatt he was connected to was darker than then, the feelings he was getting were darker, how could he be a part of that?

'Little steps bro, little steps' came his voice confidently, so sure that he would get there eventually.

Around him Chris felt the world ripple again; finding himself sitting on a couch next to his brother he sipped a beer.

"Come on Chris you know you want to!" laughed his brother, "What's a week without a trip to the underworld?"

"Safe?" suggested his brother.

Wyatt snorted, "ah but how much safer is the world if we take out a demon or two while we're down there?"

Chris rolled his eyes, "Can't I just watch TV for a change?"

"You could," said Wyatt, "but if get my self killed down there you'll never forgive yourself,"

"When did you get so neurotic?"

"I learned from the best bro, learned from the best."

The world rippled back to normal, leaving Chris stunned once more. Why was this happening? It was the future he wanted, the future he had always wanted, but to see these tantalising glimpses of it, he couldn't be sure if it made his task harder or easier.

"Mr Perry," came a voice from behind him, "We'd like to talk to you."

Entering the room in which he had been left, were three people. One of them he recognised; it was Darryl, as of the others one looked like a policeman and, if he was forced to guess he'd have said the last was a psychiatrist.

Taking a seat opposite him he was bombarded with questions from the psychiatrist; "why was he on top of the bridge? Was he feeling depressed?"

Darryl uneasily tried to keep things calm as this progressed while the other cop seemed most interested in how he had actually gotten up on the top of the bridge, who the girl was, how she had gotten there.

Chris sighed, it was going to take a lot of lying to get him out of here, and if they didn't figure out the magical side of it he still had to deal with the suicidal appearance of his actions

See wouldn't it be easier to just orb out. Or transfigure them into limes.

Shut it, murmured Chris silently and went back to constructing elaborately complicated lies to explain what had happened on the bridge.