A/N: Thanks again to everyone who reviewed.

tima- Yeah, Stupid Evil Wyatt's bug me. Supposedly he's the biggest 'bad' out there, but so many people make him act retarded! I just don't get it! And it is SO eerie how our minds work alike. I was toying in the back of my mind with possessing Phyra when I wrote the last chapter! But I really like her. I can't possess her. Course, he has 6 other cousins…… 

JadeAlmasy- glad to help with the explanation. I love Evil Wyatt too… he's awesome to write about.

Altaira- Evil Wyatt's not the only one who's sneaky… I promise! You'll see if you keep reading!

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"Chris, have you seen Cole? I can't find him anywhere." Phoebe asked as Chris passed her on the stairs.

"No, not for a few hours. Maybe he went to the Underworld to get information. I wouldn't worry, Aunt Phoebe. Cole can take care of himself." Chris gave her a quick hug, and continued down the stairs.

"I hope you're right, Chris. I hope you're right." She murmured softly before heading to the attic.

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"Aunt Phoebe! Go and get Chris, quick! I just saw black orbs! Hurry!" Wyatt yelled as she walked in the door.

"What? Where? PIPER! PAIGE!" Phoebe screamed down the stairs.

"No! Chris, Aunt Phoebe, Chris. Not… mom." He finished haltingly seeing the familiar form of his Aunt Paige orbing with his mother.

"What? What's wrong? Where's the demon?" Piper rushed out, hands already out, ready to blast.

"There's no demon!" Wyatt cried out, exasperated.

"What do you mean, there's no demon. You said you saw black orbs!" Phoebe defended herself from her sister's hard stares.

"Yeah, I know. I did see black orbs. But they weren't incoming. They were leaving, I know it. Someone was here, eavesdropping on me and Chris. And I'll give you three guesses as to who I think it was." Wyatt stated nervously.

"Damn! What were you guys talking about? Did he hear any important information?" Paige asked.

"I…yeah. I guess. Look, can one of you just call Chris up here? I can't connect with him from this stupid cage. It's another of my powers that doesn't work. Phy needs to work on a modification for emergency telepathy in this cage." Wyatt grumbled.

"Sure… this from the guy who wanted to bind his powers completely. And you think you're SO brilliant." Piper gloated.

"Ok, ok. Mom… you were right. I shouldn't have asked you to bind my powers. They are a part of me and I need them to survive. Happy now?" Wyatt mumbled out the words he knew his mother was waiting for.

"Very. CHRISTOPHER PERRY HALLIWELL!" She screamed down the stairs.

"It wasn't me!" Chris stated firmly before his orbs had even cleared.

"What wasn't you? I just wanted you quick and speedy." Piper smirked. She knew her boys.

Chris growled low in his throat. His mother always knew exactly how to push his buttons to make her do exactly what she wanted. It was a side effect of knowing what life was like without her in it. Instead of normal teenage rebellion, Chris was still in all actuality, a mama's boy. Of course, no one except Wyatt and his cousins dared to tease him about it. Everyone else knew that Chris fought just as well as he did everything else, and no one dared mess with him.

"Well, what did you want? I have got a little problem here, you know."

"I wanted you, Chris. But the telepathic connection doesn't work from this cage, so I couldn't get you." Wyatt explained.

"Wy, I was here like 2 minutes ago. You couldn't have just yelled?"

Wyatt started to blush. "I, uh… I didn't think of that."

Chris started to laugh. "Maybe it's a good thing you don't have powers right now. It might help make you think for yourself instead of always using your powers."

"Oh, whatever. When was the last time you ran anywhere, Chris, instead of orbing? Or the last time you asked a girl out, without already knowing empathically that she'll say yes? We both use our powers all the time, so don't bitch at me." Wyatt snapped.

"Oh, alright. Jeez, calm down, Wy. The cage isn't doing much for your temper, is it?" Chris asked, a bit taken aback at his brother's angry response to his teasing.

"Sorry. It's just… I know that he's out there waiting. I know that he's going to try to kill all of you, and if he succeeds, then it's all my fault. Because I wasn't strong enough to stop him on my own. I wasn't his equal."

"Wyatt, honey that is not going to happen. And even if it did, it wouldn't be your fault. It took me a long time to realize that Prue's death wasn't my fault. I blamed myself. She sacrificed herself for me. But I finally realized that her destiny was to protect. Both innocents and her sisters. It was out of my hands before that day ever came. I still miss her. I still love her. But life goes on. And if the unthinkable happens, and anyone in this family gets hurt or killed by Evil Wyatt, then it won't be your fault. It's their destiny, and it will be yours to go on." Piper touched the cage walls, feeling her sons' power rush through her skin. "Now, tell your brother, what you wanted."

"Black orbs. Chris, there were black orbs right after you left…"

"What? There's a demon in the manor? Why didn't you say so?" Chris started to spin around the attic.

"NO! Don't you people think if there was a demon here, I'd start with 'hey, there's a demon in the house'? God! The orbs were leaving, Chris. I think someone was listening to our conversation."

Chris got a pained look on his face. "Christ! Just what I needed- to give Evil Wyatt another edge. Thank God I didn't give him my biggest fear. That's all we'd need now, for him to know that HE is my greatest fear."

"Fears? You guys were talking about fear?" Paige looked at her nephews. They nodded. "You don't think that he's back, do you?" Paige turned her question to her sisters.

"No… I mean, how many times can he possibly come back? We've vanquished him more than we have Cole!" Phoebe cried out.

"But he always manages to come back, Pheebs. Just like Cole. He's the proverbial bad penny. And he preys on fear. Evil Wyatt might be powerful enough to bring him out of the hell we sent him to when he helped Gideon.

"Barbous? You guys this Barbous could be back?" Chris yelled. He hated Barbous.

"Whoa… who's Barbous? And how does he keep coming back?" Wyatt asked, confused.

"Read the book once in awhile, Wy. Barbous. Demon of Fear. Preys on the fears of witches. The first time the Charmed Ones faced him, Prue was alive. He nearly killed her and Aunt Phoebe by using Prue's fear of drowning and Phoebe's fear of losing a sister against them. They defeated them by overcoming the fear and vanquishing him with their powers. The second time, he made a deal with a demon that he could kill 13 witches before midnight to gain his way out of Hell. He hired a hit woman, Ms. Hellfire, which the Charmed Ones killed. Prue went undercover as the hit woman to find out who had hired her. It led her to Bain, a crime lord, and then to Barbous. He died this time when he failed to kill the 13 witches before midnight. Finally, the Triad freed Barbous after they found the Charmed Ones using their powers for personal gain while trying to keep baby you from turning evil. That's when Phoebe lost her active powers. Finally, he popped up again when Gideon was trying to kidnap you and kill you. Basically, this time dad just went kamikaze all over him, because he blamed Barbous for my death, and killed him with elder bolts." Chris explained it all in a tidy package.

"Wow… Chris, I'm impressed. You have a better knowledge of Barbous than I do. And I lived through all of it. Good job, pal!" Phoebe patted him on the back.

"Well most of it is due to your amazing chronicle of events in the book. All I did was read it." Chris said modestly.

"Not to break up the admiration society, but…so… all we have to do is overcome our fears, and this demon can't hurt us?" Wyatt broke in dryly.

"Basically, yeah. But it's so much harder than it sounds, Wyatt. You can't help your biggest fear. Everyone has at least one vulnerability. It is so hard to fight your way out of it. Especially when you also consider that your powers don't work when you are paralyzed by fear." Phoebe explained.

"Well, we should probably warn the family. The last thing we need is for them to be crippled with fear." Chris turned to Wyatt. "We can't use your fears on Evil Wyatt now. He'll expect it. We'll have to find something else to use. Good work, Wy. If you hadn't noticed those orbs, we'd really be in deep now. Thanks, bro." Chris smiled gratefully.

"Whatever. What are brothers for?"

Chris smiled shyly at his brother. He still loved every second of having a good older brother. They were so close, and it was a night and day difference over his past life. "I'll go tell everyone to keep a watch out."

He walked down the stairs, passing Patrick on his way out. "Hey, 'Trick. Listen, we've got a demon situation. He preys on peoples' fears. So you have to figure out what your biggest fear is and try to figure out a way to not let it terrorize you." He snorted at Patrick's look of Oh-my-God-my-cousin-is-an-idiot. "I know, it sounds retarded. How can you control fear? I don't know… we just have to figure out a way, alright? Keep on your toes." Chris walked past him, to the living room.

"Wait! How do I do that? I mean, what are you doing to control your fear?" Patrick asked nervously.

"I'm fighting it. The sooner I get rid of Evil Wyatt, the sooner my fear disappears." Chris said firmly. He walked into the kitchen to check on Phyra's potions and to warn her about the fear.

Patrick grinned. "So… you're afraid of Evil Wyatt huh? I knew this shape shifting ability would be worth my while." He chuckled, walking back to his room. He passed the hallway mirror, and checked his reflection. Evil Wyatt stared back at him with the same look of grim humor.