A/N: Well, I don't know if I'll be able to double update again today, but I will do my best! Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed. If all goes as planned, there's going to be one or maybe two more sad chapters then some happiness. Stick with me, I promise I won't depress anyone too much longer.

Altaira- Yeah, Cole is the best character for comic relief. Well, him and Phoebe too, I guess, but Cole is more fun to use.

Good Witch- I understand about life getting hectic. It's why I got 2 updates yesterday after none for like 4 days! Thanks for reviewing though. I appreciate it!

embry- I'll try to make them happier soon. Just stick with me, but I'm glad you enjoyed it!

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Chris orbed to the Golden Gate Bridge blindly. As his orbs touched down, he heard Phyra and Wyatt talking quietly.

"What are you guys doing up here? I thought I'd be the only one up here." Chris sat down next to them on the support beam.

"Well, Chris, it's like this. We're throwing a little pity party here. See, we're fighting over who has more reason to feel guilty." Wyatt said dryly. Phyra nodded solemnly.

"You could have at least invited me. After all, I've got more reason than the both of you." Chris leaned back against the bridge's cables and sighed.

"Yeah, right, Chris. It was my powers that failed. I wasn't strong enough to hold Nogard's fire." Phyra accused softly. She looped her arms around her bent legs and hugged herself.

Wyatt reached over and pulled her into the circle of one arm. "I already told you, Phy, it's not your fault. I should have orbed us out as soon as we got out of those cages."

Chris snorted. "I've got you both beat. I'm the one that said to bring him with you in the first place. He wouldn't have even been there if it hadn't been for me."

"Does it really make a difference who's to blame? Patrick wouldn't want you three blaming yourselves." Leo's voice came from behind them.

"Dad, just leave us alone, okay? We're fine; we just…don't feel like dealing with the rest of the family right now." Wyatt got to his feet and looked at his father.

"Look, I was sent up here on a mission. Basically the mission is this; find our kids and bring them back- NOW. That is a direct quote from your mom. In case you didn't figure it out, this isn't the best time to cross her right now."

"Uncle Leo, we aren't doing anything wrong. I just can't face Aunt Phoebe right now. She'll blame me, I know she will." Phyra started to cry again.

"Phy, your Aunt Phoebe isn't blaming anyone. She understands that sometimes bad things just happen. Unfortunately, it's a risk that all of us parents let you kids take. We don't like it, in fact, we hate it. But when you have magical children, you have to trust that they are strong enough to handle it. Patrick died because of a dragon. It is as simple, and as complicated as that. Nogard is a dragon that cannot be touched, and he knows it. Nogard is no more special or cunning than any of the demons that you guys and your mom's have faced in the past. He just got lucky."

Leo looked at Chris and Wyatt. "There are a hundred little tiny things that might have changed what happened to Patrick. Maybe if he hadn't gone, if the power to hold his fire was stronger, if Piper had gone along to freeze the dragon part…but you know what? None of it matters, because there is nothing that says that if we had done those things, that it would have changed anything. Stop blaming yourselves."

"How can we help it, Dad? You heard Uncle Les. He was right; we are supposed to protect our cousins. They're younger and less experienced. We are supposed to protect them from demons. So why did Patrick protect us? Why was he put in danger for us?" Chris cried out.

"Patrick protected you two because he loved you. He protected you because he adored you. He protected you because he couldn't imagine a future without you in it. Your uncle is a moron, Chris. He's never understood magic or his family. He never understood that the one thing Patrick wanted more than anything was to be a witch as powerful as the Charmed Ones; as powerful as you two." Leo ignored his youngest son's grimace of distaste, and pulled him into a hug.

"All right! What the hell is going on here? What did, you people move and not leave a forwarding address?" Piper's impatient voice suddenly broke in. Paige and Phoebe stood on either side of her.

"Mom! Uh… we were just talking, that's all." Chris wiped his eyes quickly, and stepped back from Leo.

"Uh-huh…and you, you were supposed to bring them all back, remember? Not join their little colony up here!" Piper admonished Leo gently.

"Aunt Piper, it's just a nice place to think. And we all had a lot to think about, so we came up here. Individually, actually, we just kind of all ended up here by accident. Once we were here, I don't know, I guess it's just easier to talk up here." Phyra stumbled through an explanation.

"Look, guys, I know this is tough, okay? I still can't believe it's happened. But we need you guys at home. As hard as this is, we can't let ourselves think that just because we need a break because of Patrick, that the demons will let us. Actually, this is just the time that they'll attack most likely. Kick us when we're down and all." Phoebe answered.

Chris looked at Phoebe with cloudy green eyes. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was uncommonly devoid of any makeup. "I know, Aunt Phoebe. We'll go in a second. But first, even though everyone had told us different, Wy and me…we need to apologize. I know it's not enough. I know it won't bring him back, but I'm so sorry, Aunt Phoebe. I never meant for this to happen. And I'd give anything to change it." Tears were running down his cheeks again as he thought of his cheerful younger cousin.

"Oh, sweetie. Everyone is right. This isn't your fault. Not yours, or Wy's or Phy's or Peyton's…it's not mine either. This is Nogard's fault. Please don't blame yourselves. I know that you loved him… you would have done anything for him. He knew that too." Chris wrapped his petite aunt in a big hug. He looked up to see his mom and Aunt Paige both wiping tears away silently as they watched. Phoebe broke away, and knelt down to Phyra's level, hugging her next. Wyatt took a step back as Phoebe released Phyra.

"Hey! Get over here. You think you're special or something?" Phoebe joked.

"Nah… I'm just Twice Blessed." Wyatt grinned as the other occupants of the bridge groaned at his corny joke they'd all heard at least a hundred times. Wyatt opened his arms theatrically, and Phoebe gave a stifled chuckle, ran to his arms and hugged him tightly.

Chris snorted derisively. "And people say I'm the drama queen of the family."

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"The Charmed Ones stole from me. So I in turn stole from them. They took my powers, both demon and witch. So I took one of their children. A boy… a stupid little boy… Patrick I believe they called him. I have them scared. Now I want revenge!" Nogard screamed in rage at the various demons scattered around him.

"How do you propose to get revenge? You are trapped here in the Underworld now. You have no powers to get out with. Surely you don't intend on us doing your dirty work for you" a dark lighter asked snidely.

"How many of you have tried to kill the Charmed Ones or their progeny in the past twenty five years? The only other one to succeed was Shax, when he killed the eldest sister, Prue. Now I have killed one of the children. Losing a sister is bad enough, but a child as well. Phoebe is hanging on by a thread of sheer will only. Wouldn't you love to be the one that goes down in history as the one that kills the Power of Three for good?"

Murmurs of assent rippled through the small crowd of demons.

"How do we know for sure that Phoebe is so weak? Perhaps she is out for vengeance instead. If that is the case, then attacking now is suicide."

"Does this look like a family consumed with revenge?" Nogard nodded to the Seer who touched the pool and showed the hugging exchange on the Bridge.

"They are mourning. This is our chance. Plus, where are the other three girls? They must be at the manor; they left them unprotected. We go now. The little white lighter is mine." The dark lighter grinned evilly as he black orbed out. Five other demons followed quickly. Nogard's ecstatic laughter echoed through the Underworld.

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The dark lighter black orbed into the kitchen where Peyton, Paisley and Patience were starting to fix blueberry pancakes, the Halliwells version of comfort food.

"Well, well… Nogard was right, they left you all alone." He grinned and shot an arrow directly at Peyton's chest. She started to orb out, but the arrow caught her and dropped her down onto the ground. She groaned in pain, as Paisley flicked her hand and blew up the dark lighter using her baby's powers.

"WYATT, CHRIS, AUNT PAIGE, UNCLE LEO, PHY! SOMEONE! Quick!" Patience screamed up to the ceiling, naming all the healing white lighters in the family.

Five other demons shimmered in behind Paisley, and she screamed, as one demon with a large red plastic plate over one side of his face held an athame to her stomach.

The other demons surrounded Patience and Peyton as they started to close in.

"NO!" one of the demons holding Patience screamed as a fire ball hit him in the back, immediately vanquishing him.

"Look out!" Paisley screamed to Cole as an energy ball was aimed at his back. He shimmered out of the way, as the sounds of incoming orbs sounded. Chris immediately shot the energy ball back at the demon that had thrown it, killing it.

Wyatt orbed in behind the demon still holding his athame to Paisley's stomach. He grabbed the athame away, telekinetically sending it into the kitchen counter. Paige opened her hand and yelled "demon heart!" The demon's heart appeared on Paige's palm and the demon erupted in a wall of flames. Piper flicked her hands as she blew up one of the demons closest to her, while Chris and Leo finished the last two with two separate sets of elder bolts.

Patience ran to Peyton, and pulled out the dark lighter's arrow. "Quick, heal her!" she gasped.

Wyatt was closest, and laid his hands over her chest. His heart dropped as no healing lights appeared. "NO! No, not again." He laid his head down onto her chest and started to cry.

"Wy… Wy, look. It's working!" Chris yelled, seeing the familiar glow come from his brother's hands.

Wyatt raised his head, staring in amazement at the golden glow coming from his hands. "Did anyone ever realize what a miracle this is?" he asked softly, in a wondrous tone.

"I do know. Thanks, Wy." Peyton said raspily as she opened her eyes to see Wyatt kneeling over her.

"Anytime, Pey, anytime."

"What is going on here? Dark lighters and demons don't work together to attack. They attack separately." Piper looked around her formerly clean kitchen as if it would give her a sign.

"Nogard sent them. That's what the dark lighter said before he shot Pey. He said that you had left us alone, and that Nogard was right." Paisley giggled a little. "Course, they didn't plan on baby powers, or on Cole." She shot him a shy glance, "Thanks, by the way."

"Yeah, well as long as I don't get blown up by your baby or your Aunt, I'd be happy to help anytime." Cole said dryly.

"Wait, just a second. Nogard? Nogard is behind this?" Phoebe yelled.

"That's what the dark lighter said." Paisley shrugged.

"So this… dragon or whatever the hell he is, isn't happy with killing my son? He wants my daughters and my niece too? He can go to hell! I was mad before, now… well Hell hath no fury like a pissed off mother, I can tell you that." Phoebe stalked out of the kitchen, fury radiating off her in visible waves.

"Well, at least she's not crying anymore." Cole made a face, and walked after Phoebe.