A/N: Thanks to Jedi Master Calriel- You really get a kick out of torturing poor, sweet, adorable, sexy Chris, huh? Well, you'll just have to keep reading & reviewing to see if he gets hurt anymore.
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Wyatt faced his family, all gathered once again into the living room.
"Mom, I want to bind my powers." He stated it flatly, conviction ringing in his voice.
"Wyatt. No. I won't do that. I wouldn't bind them when you were a baby, and I won't do it now! We'll find another way to defeat him." Piper insisted. Even though she wanted a life without magic, there was no way she could deny her baby his heritage, even if it's what he wanted.
"I don't care what you want! I almost killed you! If I don't have my powers, you'll all be safe. You won't have to worry that you're going to call your son by the nickname you've used his entire life, and have him flip out and choke you to death telekinetically. You won't have to worry that dad might not show up in time to heal Chris' wounds- wounds that I've inflicted. No. I want to bind them. I want to do it now, right now." Wyatt's voice was tortured and raw.
"Wy, you're not going to do that again. I've been hurt before by possessed members of this family. Even by Chris once when he came back to save you. We can't bind your powers, buddy. If we do, we're giving him free reign over the world, by taking away the most powerful force of good there is." Leo reasoned with his son.
"Dad- you don't understand! The flashbacks he sent me were bad enough. I mean, I could see me doing these horrible things, but I still knew in the back of my mind that it wasn't me. But now… Dad, I tried to kill my own mother! Not Evil Wyatt. Me. I did that. If Chris hadn't talked me back into my own mind, I would have choked her to death with a telekinetic claw! I can't take the chance that that will happen again. I just can't." Wyatt was pleaded, eyes full of unshed tears. The memory of trying to choke Piper and of throwing Chris against the wall kept replaying over and over in his head in a never ending loop.
"Wy, I get it. I do. I'm the only one who does. But I still agree with mom & dad. You can't bind your powers. If you do, the whole family is vulnerable to Evil Wyatt. You have the most control over your TK and your protection shield. Without you, the whole family is weaker." Chris didn't look at his brother as he spoke. Instead, he looked directly at Phyra, noticing how uneasy she looked.
Cole snorted. He and the rest of the family had called an uneasy truce. But since he was an upper-level demon, he had value. At least, that's how Paige had put it. "Word will get out that you've bound your powers, Wyatt. Then every demon in the underworld will attack you and your family. Chris is right. The Halliwells will be weakened, and it will be the opportune time to rid the world of all of you."
Wyatt glared at Cole. "My family can take care of themselves. It's not like I'm the only witch with strong powers here. We still would have the Power of Three. Not to mention Chris' powers, which are as strong as mine. Patrick is really starting to hone his speed and molecular acceleration to an art form. And all of the girls are kick-ass, take no prisoners kind of witches. Fear is a four-letter word to this family. No one is afraid. With or without my powers."
"Umm.. Wyatt? Fear actually is a four letter-word you know." Phyra giggled, and quickly became sober again. "But seriously, I don't think you need to bind your powers. I've made an alteration on the crystal cage that we put demons in. I started it as a way to protect Paisley and the baby, so no demon could attack them."
"WHAT? What baby? Paisley?" Phoebe screeched, staring at her oldest daughter.
"PHYRA! You promised! Mom, please don't be mad at me. Please? I.. um.. I'm pregnant." Paisley started to cry.
"Oh, baby. Come here. It will be ok. I'll help you, I promise. Ryan is the father, right?"
Paisley sniffed. "Yeah."
"Ok. We'll discuss this later, then alright? Don't worry."
"OW! Mom!" Patience yelled, holding her temples, at the same time that Chris grabbed his own forehead, and yelled, "Aunt Phoebe!"
"Sorry, sorry, sorry. I'm ok. I'll calm down." Phoebe instantly recognized their symptoms. Empathic overload- between the upheaval of Wyatt's situation and Paisley's confession, the emotions in the room were running strong and fast. Chris and Patience were both feeling the empathic strain of everyone's emotions at once.
Phyra stomped her foot to get the family's attention back. "Sorry, Pai… it just slipped out." She said with an apologetic look at her cousin. "But, anyway, I have a cage that is a protection cage. You can't get out, but no form of evil can get in, either. Not even telepathically."
"Oh, yeah, Phyra. Great idea. You're going to stick Wyatt in a cage for the rest of his life? What are, we going to throw him peanuts like you do the elephant at the zoo?" Peyton asked sarcastically.
"Not forever, dimwit. Just until we can figure out how to beat Evil Wyatt. That way, he'll be safe, and he won't have worry about hurting anyone, even if Evil Wyatt does manage to breach the telepathic shields I put up. Wyatt's powers won't reach out through the cage."
"Phyra, you're a genius! I think that might work! Go, get the stuff you need for the cage. Let's try it out now." Chris hugged her, and she ran to go get the cage materials.
"Chris, this isn't going to work. If Wyatt is trapped in a cage, how is he going to be able to fight demons? That was your own argument against binding his powers in the first place!" Phoebe pointed out.
"But we aren't binding them. We'll be containing them. Plus, if worst comes to worst, we can always let him out of the cage if we need him for demon hunting."
"Ok, but what happens if the second I'm out of the cage, Evil me enters my head, and I start siding with the demons?" Wyatt was frustrated that no one would help him bind his powers. He knew the potions to do it himself, but he was such a powerful witch it took a potion and the Power of Three to bind all of his powers.
"Then I orb you back to the cage, where you can't hurt anyone." Leo stated calmly. He liked this plan much better than the one that included binding his sons' varied powers.
"Ok, I'm ready." Phyra ran back into the living room, her hands full of supplies. She took a piece of chalk and drew a large triquetra on the hardwood floor, then placed a large piece of pink quartz at each tip of the triquetra. She then placed a bowl of herbs in the center of the symbol, and lit the contents using her fire power. She grabbed a potion bottle and stepped out of the triquetra. "Wyatt, get in the center of the symbol, next to the bowl." She instructed.
When he was in place, she reached for her paper containing the spell for the protection cage. She took a deep breath and began to read.
"Powers of the Halliwell line,
Protect this cousin of yours and mine.
Keep him safe from all that wrought,
Let him be, til we need naught."
She threw the potion containing a yellow colored liquid. It sizzled as it hit the floor.
"Help me see, help me create,
A cage to hold powers great.
Do not harm nor release
Until the time that he finds peace."
An eerie green glow formed along the lines of the triquetra.
"Okay, Wyatt, time to see if it works. TK me. I dare ya!" Phyra taunted.
Wyatt waved his hand, fully expecting Phyra to go flying onto the sofa. She remained in her exact place. He tried to form an energy ball, but nothing came up. He grinned. "Phyra, you really are a genius. As soon as I get out of here, I'm buying you whatever you want! This is awesome!"
"Well, before you do that, Cole, can you send a fire ball at the cage? I want to make sure that it protects him from evil as well as it holds his own."
"Yeah, now, I'm good for something, right?" Phyra just raised an eyebrow at him, and pointed at the cage. Cole grinned. He might just learn to like Paige's part of this family after all. He brought up a fire ball. "Chris, you might want to be ready to move it telekinetically just in case."
"I already am ready. Throw it." Chris said impatiently. Cole threw the fire ball. The green lines on the floor rose immediately to the ceiling. As the fire ball hit it, it just dissolved with a soft hiss.
"I'll talk a Corvette, Wyatt. Preferably red." Phyra smirked at him.