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A/N sorry its been so long since my last update i haven't been well, that and i got distracted by the idea for another fic which i'll hopefully post soon... Ah well i'm back now and i need reviews lol. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far.

Alyssa Halliwell: but he does it so well... when he's not off being an elder and deserting his family i mean... er never mind.

Septdeneuf: Yeah poor Elise, she's even forgotten Chris' comment about the sports guy.

Faith-Charmer: YES! bring back Chris! I'm glad you braved the heat to read my fic, nice to know you still like it.

Alienangel19852003- well i didn't manage the daily updates, lol, but hopefully you like the chapter. I'd put Chris onthe cover of sanity fair, sure he's not exactly sane but he'd look good...
Quack says the Duck: yes poor crazy Chris... he is so cute.
Ok thanks to everyone else who reveiwed (i do appreciate it)but i wont lie to you, i'm just too lazy to type individual responces, sorry.

Phoebe

Waiting patiently in the police station, Phoebe tried desperately not to project a vision, or to receive a premonition, or to do anything vaguely magical at all. 'When did it become so hard to just be normal,' she caught her self wondering, 'when did I stop being able to just walk about where I wanted without worrying about a demon attack or whether another kind of magical disaster was about to happen? When did life get so complicated?'

A moment later she felt ashamed of herself, ' who am I to complain? I have a loving family, I have Jason, I will have a wonderful daughter and I don't cast personal gain spells, which turn me into invisible five year olds… I should be proud of myself.'

"Phoebe?" asked Darryl appearing in front of her, "We're just through here."

"We?" she questioned.

"Yes, Chris is being questioned, our resident psychiatrist has asked you join us."

"I'm really not sure that's a good idea," said Phoebe anxiously, she really didn't want to confront Chris in front of the police, and she didn't think she could keep her own secrets let alone his in an interrogation. Look how badly she'd done at lying when Cole disappeared, she'd gotten an officer killed; she wasn't going to let that happen again.

"I really just need to get Chris out of here as soon as possible," said Phoebe confidently, "you know family emergency…"

"I'm sorry Phoebe," said Darryl, "but there's really nothing I can do, he was found standing on top of the bridge, we all saw Paige fall off, he's in big trouble this time."

"I suppose I better go in and help sort it out then,"

Walking with Darryl into a little secluded interview room, she was greeted by a smile from her whitelighter/ nephew.

"Phoebe thank god you're here, maybe you can get me out of here."

"Don't you thank god me," snapped the empath suddenly feeling overloaded with worry, was it hers? She wasn't sure, "what the hell were you doing up there."

"Thinking," replied the witchlighter quietly.

"Thinking?" she snapped again, "and you thought the top of the bridge was the best place to do that."

"It's where I always go," he responded without thinking, why was it so hard to lie to Phoebe?

"Where you always go?" asked the psychiatrist interestedly, "so this wasn't the first time you have been up there."

'Well this isn't helping' thought Phoebe, "why don't you just tell me what happened?"

"My friend bet me, a while back, that I couldn't get up there without getting seen, but I managed it and I discovered it was a good place to think," began the Whitelighter, the lies flowing easily from his mouth, "I've never been seen before. Today I was and that girl climbed up to join me…"

"Mr Perry," sighed the doctor, "I really, think you should start telling me the truth."

'And I really don't,' thought Phoebe.

Chris snorted, "the truth?" he asked, "you'll think I'm crazy"

'He isn't wrong,' thought the empath, ' I've got to think of something to get him out of here, if only I could think of something.'

Wyatt

Sinking back into his reality Wyatt did a double take, something felt different, something was wrong.

"Well, Lord Wyatt," spat a voice from behind him, "welcome back."

Spinning round he found himself face to face with Barsha, a powerful demon and ally of the twice blessed.

"I warned you about letting your brother live," snarled the demon, "and it seems I was right."

"What are you talking about," barked the witchlighter warily.

"The ripple," replied Barsha to Wyatt's surprise, "yes I felt it, and it confirms my fears. That's not the world I want, that's not the world you want either, blending in with all those," she wrinkled her nose disgustedly, "mortals"

"The ripple was nothing," snapped the source of all evil, "it won't happen again, besides it won't be long before my brother joins me."
"I hope you are right," commented the demon, "unfortunately I fear otherwise, as do a number of others, and I feel obligated to voice our concerns," she finished nervously, "they humbly request that they be allowed to track down your brother in the past, and remove the threat."

She didn't have time to move before she was pile of ash on the floor, no one targeted Chris; Wyatt made sure of that. Unfortunately, he knew this problem wasn't over; Barsha hadn't wanted to bring that message, someone more powerful had sent her knowing the fate of anyone who delivered it. He wasn't worried that he would lose his throne, no one had enough power to challenge that, but the more demons he was forced to kill the more mistrustful of his regime they grew. Eventually he might have to kill them all, and that would be… tiresome.

Then again this whole thing was beginning to seem tiresome, so much killing; what was the point? It was all about the power, he knew that, but now he had the power, as much power as he could ever want, what now?

He sighed, demon hunting wasn't even fun any more, it was too easy, and the same could be said for witch hunting. Ugh, he was so confused, why was he so confused?

He felt the world around him begin to ripple once more, and swearing he felt himself dragged into a different personality.

"I am so not neurotic," complained Chris, "I'm just… precise."

His brother snorted, " yeah and I'm not a twice blessed witch."

"Exactly," smirked Chris," you're not a twice blessed Witch, you're a witchlighter."

"And, you're not?"

"No, Dad was an Elder when I was conceived."

"So that makes you what a witch/elder? No wait! A Welder!"

"A Welder?" asked Chris sceptically.

"Yes," laughed Wyatt.

"I can't tell people that, they might expect me to, I don't know, weld stuff?"

"Christopher Halliwell, the worlds first welder," teased his brother.

"Shut up Wy."

Feeling himself once more Wyatt swore, 'I really wish it'd stop doing that!'