Title: Blood Ties.

Summery: Chris is a teenager with a secret. His life suddenly changes when he discovers where his secret comes from.

Rated: PG 13

A/N: Ok, let's see...

DrewFullerFanLife: Thank you. And yes I know who you are. And yes my Story is a different type of Chris story. And wouldn't you chicken out if some creep threaten your life.

night time reading: Thanks and I'm here's another.

Embry: Well, what can I say back to "Awesome!"... um... "Narling!"

Good Witch: Ok, I made it clear in the first one that this has nothing to do with that story of the fake deads. And I'll explains that in time. And also why did I need to know Wyatt's from kentucky? The comment on him being British was because in Charmed they make bad guys talk with British accents for no reason. Wyatt does this when he's all black wearing evil. But thanks for the trivia info.

Salcyra: Glad you can't wait! thanks.

NicoleShannen: That comment was not offensive at all...-glares-But I know you didn't mean anything by it, and you should get that tatoo on your ankle or on your shoulder or maybe on your wrist. Hmm... just don't put somewhere tacky, or you know somewhere ala Milano, lol

Woo, done. Hope I get more for this one though.

Chapter 3: Truth.

The car stopped in front on the Manor and both boys stood there unsure of what was going to go down. "What's the plan?" Justin asked, concerned.

"I go in, and he tells me what I want to know."

"But you said he could do what you can do! Plus he threatened you!"

"He's not going to hurt me. He needs me for something." Chris opened the door.

"Chris…"

"Justin, I'll be fine."

"Let me come with you." Justin offered opening his door. Chris topped him by putting his hand on his shoulder.

"I'll be ok. They won't hurt me." Justin had no choice but to nod.

"Be careful."

Chris got out of the car and walked to the porch. The Manor door opened by itself as he got close. He hesitated but then entered. Wyatt and Melinda were both standing in the living. "Chris!" Melinda seemed surprise.

"Told you he would come." Wyatt smirked. "Though, I'm surprise he didn't orb here."

"What… what's going on? What are you guys?" Chris asked. "What am I to you?"

"Hmm, right to point." Wyatt sat on the arm of a chair. Melinda leaned against a wall. "You, Chris, are what is known as a witch."

"What?"

"A witch." Melinda decided to step in. "You have the power to bend the natural order of things. Like us."

"We are the direct decedents of Melinda Warren." Wyatt continued. "The last members of the Warren line. Melinda Warren was the strongest witch of her time. And now we carry her destiny."

"I'm confused." Chris shook his head. "I'm a witch? What does that mean?"

"It means you were born with certain gifts to help people." Melinda told him.

"And to fight evil." Wyatt added. "This is why you're here… little brother."

Chris stared, wide eyed, at Wyatt. "What?" He started to panic. "I'm not your brother! I have family!"

"Yeah, us." Wyatt went on. "You're my kid brother. Now I know you weren't-"

"You're lying!"

"Is he, Chris?" Melinda asked. "Why else have you always felt different? Why else can you do what you can do?"

"I… I…" Chris was in a lost for words. He wasn't adoptive. He didn't think so, anyway. But what did it mean. "If this is true… why didn't we grow up together?"

Wyatt took a serious tone and as he walked to the stairs. "I grew up with my grandfather in LA. He always told me that I had my powers for a reason. When I turned 17 he gave me a letter. From my mother." He looked at Chris. "Our mother. It was a spell. To regain my memories. When I was 5 someone erased an event from my thoughts. It was my mother." He leaned on the stepped. "The event was the death of my father. On these steps." Wyatt stood back up. "Our father." He corrected again. "After that I was sent to my grandfather and our mother was killed a week later."

"Killed by who?" Chris asked after a small pause.

"My grandfather told me that I had a cousin and a brother. That for our own protection we were separated years ago." He continued as he walked to Melinda. "Melinda was living with an old family friend."

"Darryl and his wife raised me." Melinda interjected. "But my powers aloud me to know who my real parents were."

"So… what happened to me?"

"You…" Wyatt turned to him. "For some reason you were place under magical protection. You were inserted in a family by some sort of spell. A strong one. Looks like you weren't meant to be found."

"No!" Chris denied once again. "My parents…. My mother… my life… is not fake!"

"Chris, legally, your parents are Laura and Dan Anderson, but… check your DNA. Is obvious from your abilities you're not just a normal human." Wyatt walked closer to Chris, something Chris didn't like. "Your mother and father put you in a family to protect you. They gave up their lives. Is time we fight for what they died for."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Chris pushed Wyatt away. "You're crazy! Both of you! This doesn't make sense."

"Oh and moving things with your mind is very normal teenage development?"

Chris waved his hand again and his powers pushed Wyatt against a wall. Wyatt groaned and then his face filled with anger. Wyatt put his hand up and Chris began floating. Chris was scared now. "What… how?" He stammered.

"Wyatt, let him go!" Melinda yelled.

"Hey, he's the one who's fighting this! Some grateful son he is!"

"Let him go!" They turned to see Justin at the door, pointing a gun at Wyatt. Wyatt chuckled and let Chris dropped on the floor.

"Justin…" Chris said as he struggled to get up.

"You came to be his hero?" Wyatt waved his hand and the gun disappeared from his hand in a display of lights and reappeared on Wyatt's hand. "Guns. Mere mortals play things."

"Justin, get out of here." Chris pleaded as he got to his feet.

"You can leave too, Chris." Melinda told. "It's obvious that you need time, and we can force this on you."

"What? There's no-"

"Wyatt, shut up. We tried your way, now let's try mine."

Justin and Chris left the house once again. They got to the car and drove to Chris's house. Chris didn't talk about what happened till they got to his house. "Is not fake…"

"What is?" Justin asked, turning the car off.

"My mother. My dad… they're not fake. My life is not a spell. It can't be… but… why does it add up?" Chris looked at his house. "I'm not theirs. Did I replace someone? Do they know? How could they know… that's stupid. They can't know…"

"What did they tell you?"

"There's no Chris Anderson… I'm made up. I was sent here to be hidden from some thing I can't begin to understand."

Justin took in what Chris was saying and then turned to him. "If you were meant to be hidden… why did they find you?" Suddenly the car got hit by something. Both boys stepped out and saw a man dressed in black and long white hair. He had red eyes and was smiling at them.

"You're hard to find, young Chris." He said walking to them. "Wow, you grew. Well it has been what? 15? 16 years since I last saw you?"

"Who are you?" Chris asked as he and Justin back away. Justin then noticed the car had a huge hole on the back.

"I think the question: is what is he?"

"I'm… the end." The man waved his hand and Justin was sent flying. He fell on the roof of his car.

"JUSTIN!" Chris yelled and then turned to the man. He waved his hand at him and sent him flying as well. He ran to Justin's side. He was bleeding and breathing hard. "Justin! Justin, wake up!"

"I would watch my own back if I were you." The man said, now walking towards the car. He created a flame in his hand and threw it at Chris. Chris didn't react. Or need to react, since some sort of force field surrounded him and deflected the fireball. Wyatt suddenly appeared behind the man and punched him. The man faded away in a display of flames.

"Damn it… he always runs." Wyatt walked to the confused Chris, who was still clutching Justin. "I can heal him."

"Really?"

"But… you'll have to promise to do as I say from now on." Chris looked at Justin. "Look at what just happened! He knows we found you. He knows there's a reason why you were hidden. You need us."

"Who is he?"

"Our parents' killer. His name's Cain."

"Heal Justin… and I'll do as you tell me…"

"You made the right choice." Wyatt put his hands over Justin and lights came out of his hands. Justin sat up and gasp for air. All the blood disappeared.

"What happened?" Justin asked. "You." He turned to Wyatt. "What did you do?"

"Chris, you'll be moving with us now. Pack your bags." Wyatt sort of ordered and then walked away. Though he most likely did that orbing thing-Chris thought.

"What is he talking about?" Justin asked, getting off the car.

"He… I have to go with him."

"Chris no!"

"He saved your life." He said walking to his house. "He can't be that bad."

"What about your mother? Your father?"

"I'm… not sure." Chris looked down. "I don't know what's going on… nothing is making much sense… Wyatt and Melinda can help me right now."

"Are you sure you can trust them?"

"Right now I have no choice." He looked back at Justin. "I promised Wyatt I would do what he said if he saved you."

"Then how do you know he didn't set all this up?" Justin grabbed Chris arm and turned him around so they were facing each other. "Chris, I asked you a question before we got attacked. If you were meant to be hidden why did they find you?"

Chris didn't have an answer for that. He then turned back to the house. "Can I tell my mom I'm staying with you?"

Justin felt defeated. There was no point in trying to talk him out of it. "Yeah."

"Thanks." Justin turned to leave. "Justin…?" He stopped. "I don't want to loose you."

"You're not." Justin said and walked to his car. "You never will."

To be continued...