Summary: In a changed future the Halliwell family has to deal with the repercussions of a past that was changed. As the effects and memories rush forward to greet them how will Wyatt, Chris and Sara cope with not only that but a new and powerful evil? A sequel to 'Once Charmed'.

Disclaimer: I, Jules, state for the record that I do not own Charmed or any of the characters. Just the plot, Sara and her cousins!

A/N: Sorry about the wait. My computer and internet issues have kept me from posting more chapters. I hope that the wait was worth it.

Chapter Four

Sara Halliwell woke feeling cramped and uncomfortable. The past nights memories hit her about the same time as her brothers symphonic snoring. Carefully, she eased herself out from under Chris' arm and crawled from her wedged space between them. Quietly she grabbed her favorite hooded sweatshirt and orbed to the top of the Golden Gate Bridge. She just needed some fresh air to think and clear her head.

Sighing, she gazed out at the city in its predawn tranquility. A tranquility that she was thankful for. She couldn't imagine having to live though the awful memories that now seemed to plaque her conscious mind. She was sure she would have been driven mad if it wasn't for all of her own happy memories. She took comfort in knowing that while Wyatt knew he had been the Lord of Darkness in a different timeline, he didn't know the details. How could any version of her charming oldest brother be evil? It baffled her and scared her.

"Needed a place to think?" Sara jumped at the deep voice behind her. Turning she found Wyatt gazing up at her from where he sat. She knew instantly that this Wyatt was not her version, but the one who haunted her thoughts. "I can go if you want."

"No, you can stay."

"Do you feel better?" he asked with uncertainty.

"Much. Thanks to you."

"Thanks to me you were fighting for your life in the first place."

Sara had nothing to say to that. It was true; because of him she had been near death and now had to give serious thought to therapy. Yet, with her new memories came the knowledge that this Wyatt had only done those atrocious deeds because of a deranged elder.

"May I sit?" She asked him softly.

Wyatt only nodded and shifted slightly. He waited till she was seated before he spoke.

"I am truly sorry for the memories you now bear. I did a lot of unthinkably evil things. It makes me sick to think about all the pain I caused both my family and now yours."

"Apology accepted, Wyatt."

"Why are you all so forgiving?" He asked her sadly. "I killed our parents, imprisoned the best aunts a guy could asked for, tortured my siblings mentally and physically before I eventually killed them too. And lets not even talk about all the innocents that were killed. All because the mighty twice-blessed had a power hungry ego trip."

"Your Chris and Sara forgive you because they love you. They went back to the past because they never lost hope that you could once again be the brother they loved and lost. And I forgive you because I love my brother more than life itself, and I know that you would have been like him had Gideon not been obsessed in the greater good."

"I just wish none of it had happened. I hate the haunted looks that Chris and Sara have. I hurt them and yet they still love me."

"Everything that happened is in the past now. You will just have to continue on and make new memories. With time those haunted looks will fade and you have the rest of your lives to make up for everything else. No matter what, your Chris and Sara will always love you. The same as how I will always love my Wyatt and Chris. We're Halliwells and with that name came a close-knit family and tight sibling bond as well as being charmed witches.

"It's creepy how much you think and act like my Sara." Wyatt mused. "She told me the same thing a few hours ago."

"Well I guess I can give good advice in any time-line then." She laughed when he raised an eyebrow in her direction, a smiled tugging at his lips.

"Creepy," he muttered. "Just creepy."

Sara was about to throw out another smart remark when the sound of someone orbing in caught her attention. Looking up she was not surprised to find herself gazing into worried green eyes.

"Not cool Sara," Chris fumed. "After all that happened last night I wake up to find my sick sister missing. You should be in bed."

"And you were worried for what, a few moments? Seriously, we have always been able to tell where each other are, at all times, even in the underworld. You knew where I was the moment your eyes opened."

"The point is you should resting."

"I needed to think."

"So out of all the places to pick you come here?"

"We all come up here to think, Chris. Even Dad."

"Not when we're sick. It's freezing out."

"You're neurotic. You do know that, right?"

Whatever Chris was about to say was drowned out by past Wyatt's laughter. Tears were welling in his blue eyes as he tried profusely to stop. "I'm sorry," he gasped. "But if I didn't know better I would say you were my versions of Chris and Sara. Do you always have these little battles of wills?'

"Yes."

"No."

"Always." A voice from behind them said. Past Wyatt, Sara and Chris turned to find a yawning Wyatt who rolled his eyes at his indignant looking siblings. "It's how they show their love and appreciation to one another. Yet, with how much time they spend together, one has to wonder if it's just for show."

"Really Sara, you should be at home in bed or at least somewhere that's warm." Chris said. "Mom said you haven't been feeling well even before last night."

"He does have a point, Sara." Wyatt added gently.

"I feel fine guys."

"Please Sara?" Chris asked, his eyes boring into hers. "For me?"

The battle was over. She had never been able to say no to Chris' puppy eyes and he knew it. He also knew that she would do just about anything for him when he used that line on her. With a sigh she turned to Past Wyatt and smiled.

"It was good to talk." She said as she stood and took Chris' offered hand.

"Thanks again for what you said."

"My pleasure." She whispered gently before turning to her brothers. "I can orb on my own, you know."

"This ones on us." Wyatt chided as he took her other hand and engulfed them in blue and white lights.

Upon reappearing in her room Sara felt the effects of her battle with a demonic fever and exhaustion come rushing back. Dizziness washed over her and bright pinpoints of light flashed before her eyes. Gratefully she leaned into Wyatt when he put his arm around her shaking shoulders and guided her over to her soft and inviting bed.

"Will you stay with me, Wy?" she softly asked as he tucked her in under the warm blankets.

"You haven't asked me that since we were little and you worried about demons snatching you away."

"You make me feel safe." She whispered, sleep already tugging at her mind. "Will you?"

"I'll be right here when you wake up." Wyatt smiled tenderly at her as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. When he was sure she was sleeping peacefully he looked over at Chris who was sitting at the foot of the bed. "Something's not right."

"She's just tired, Wy." Chris mused. "And you are her favorite teddy bear when she's sick."

"Jealous much?"

"I'm thinking no." Chris said with a tired smile as he stood. "I'm the favorite brother."

"Go get some sleep Chris." Wyatt chuckled as he brother shrugged and shuffled out of the room.

Wyatt leaned back and tried to pinpoint what felt so wrong. It was there tugging at his consciousness. Something was coming, something powerful and evil. But what? Sara had to have felt it as well, Wyatt was sure that was why she asked him to stay. But why didn't Chris feel it as well? He was just as intuitive as the two of them if not more so at times. Darkness was beginning to fall.

Wyatt was brought out of his silent reverie by Sara's soft mumbling. Moving to sit on the edge of her bed he tried to decipher what she was muttering. While her words were still unintelligible he could tell her dream was far from nice. Her brow was furrowed, sweat glistened on her skin and she was squirming about. Worried, Wyatt brought his hand to her face, trying to comfort her with the familiarity of his touch. He was startled when she jerked away from his outstretched hand. Immediately Wyatt was on his feet and calling for Chris and their father.

Leo was rushing into the room only mere moments after Wyatt had called. His unchanging features startled and visibly worried.

"What's wrong?"

"Sara won't wake up and…" Wyatt's voice trailed off when Chris appeared in the doorway. Chris' face was pale and sweaty, while his green eyes were bright and unfocused; he was visibly trembling and seemed unsteady on his feet. "Chris?"

"I'm…not…feeling so…hot." Chris groaned as he stumbled forward.

"Whoa, buddy!" Leo exclaimed as Chris started to sink to the floor. His breathing was coming in heavy gasps as Leo lifted him onto the bed next to Sara.

"Dad?" Wyatt asked as Chris lost consciousness and began to squirm and mumble like Sara. "What the hell is going on here?"

"I'm not sure." Leo said, his hands already glowing above his feverish son and daughter. "Get your mom! Have her call for the other Chris and Sara."

Wyatt jumped at his father's sharp tone. Leo rarely raised his voice and Wyatt knew that when he did things were getting out of hand. Quickly he left the room in search of his mother only to find her already hurrying toward him and Sara's room.

"What's going on Wyatt?"

"Dad needs you to call for the other Chris and Sara. We need their help."

"Chris! Sara!" Piper called firmly as she stormed toward her daughter's room. She stopped in the doorframe and took in Leo frantically trying to heal their suddenly very ill adult children. "Now!"

Orbs suddenly filled the room to reveal the startled past versions of Chris, Sara, and Wyatt. Each looked as if they had just been rudely awakened and were visibly exhausted. Past Chris was the first to speak.

"What?"

"That's what we want to know." Wyatt demanded suddenly. "What's wrong with them. You both seem perfectly healthy."

"That's because we're not actually alive." Past Sara pointed out as she gazed at the tossing and turning versions of herself and Chris. "We didn't get here soon enough."

"Sara!" Past Chris barked. "We don't know that."

"Know what, huh? What are you two not telling us and why?" Piper demanded.

"They weren't supposed to know!" Past Chris growled at his sister.

"Well, it's obvious they are going to know now and it's also not like we're changing the past or anything! If we're going to save them, we will need their help."

"Talk. Now." Piper commanded causing everyone in the room to jump.

"We came here to not only help Chris and Sara cope with memories from our timeline but to stop a powerful force of evil." Past Chris admitted.

"Not me." Past Wyatt stated softly when three pairs of eyes found him.

"The evil we're here to stop is not your typical demon but much more." Past Sara continued.

"It's them." Past Chris finished for her indicating a now eerily silent and still Chris and Sara.

"WHAT!" Wyatt exclaimed in anger and disbelief. "I thought I was the evil tyrant?"

"In another timeline. In this one a rift was made when Chris and Sara died here. When the emotions that accompany those memories they received hit, it will alter them for the worst." Past Wyatt stated.

"We had time to grieve and take the emotions as the came the normal way. Their minds are being weighted down with them all at once. It's enough to drive anyone mad and make them physically ill." Chris explained.

"They are not evil." Leo whispered. "They can't be."

Silence was Leo's only answer. Piper dropped into the bedside chair and took Wyatt's shaking hand. No one had an answer. How could they stop Chris and Sara's minds from crumpling under the weight of hundreds of emotions assaulting them at once?

"Well, what can we do?" Piper asked after a long silence. "I refuse to believe that you both died to save Wyatt only to have to be twisted by the remnants of another timeline."

"We wait." Past Chris stated. "We won't know if their minds are strong enough to handle this. Them turning evil is the worst case scenario. But it's the most likely."

"After they wake up evil, what is the game plan then?" Wyatt demanded. When none of the time-hopping siblings spoke Wyatt lost his temper. "So you don't have a plan and you failed to warn us that this was coming? Why? We could have been prepared with a potion or spell. This avoiding the truth act sucks! Is there anything else that you need to tell us but think it's better not to? I want to know exactly what you do. NOW!"

"Wy?" Wyatt turned startled. Sara's soft voice was the last thing he expected hear. Crouching down next to her, he took her cold and clammy hand in his.

"I'm here Sara."

"Help…us…Wy." Sara whispered with obvious difficulty as she gripped his hand tightly. "It…hurts."

Wyatt felt like blowing something up as her grip on his hand fell limp as she let out a soft sigh and lost consciousness again. After kissing her sweaty brow he turned to the past versions of himself and his siblings, his eyes ablaze with anger.

"I'm waiting." He growled.

"Easy son." Leo comforted as he moved to Wyatt's side. "They're just trying to help. They'll tell us what they know."

"We told you everything." Past Chris explained, meeting Wyatt's hard gaze with one of his own. "They are either going to wake up twisted and evil or very confused and in need of your love and support. Just know, either way they will be different."

With a sigh, Wyatt sat on the foot of the bed and looked sadly over at his still and pale sister and brother. It was hard to imagine them any different or with altered personalities. Would they become much like their other selves, with dull eyes, the weight of the world leaving it's mark? Could they really be evil?

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