A/N: Thanks again to everyone who reviewed. I appreciate the responses. Hopefully everyone is happy with the poll results; they were really close, though, so you may see a couple of the choices mixing together here, in an effort to make everyone happy.
I apologize that this update is a little late. Yesterday was a crazy day around here. I'm going to shoot for a double update today, but no guarantees. If it's not up today, it will be there Monday- I Promise!
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"I need to see the Trefidor demons." Chris announced as he walked cockily into the Seer's cave.
The Seer gasped. "You… how is this possible? I watched in the pool as the Charmed Ones and their children vanquished you. I felt the power return to the pool."
"As I told that fool witch, I am more powerful than they are. Now, find me the Trefidor demons. I find that my encounter with the Halliwells has only whetted my appetite for Chaos." Chris sneered under his Demon of Chaos glamour.
The Seer looked closely into the eyes of the demon before her. Something wasn't quite right. He looked the same, but the power emanating from him had escalated. After being vanquished, or even wounded, he should have been operating at his lowest power voltage, not this super strength power.
"Are you deaf, Seer? I said, find the Trefidor demons!" Chris boomed out, his voice loud and harsh, ringing off the sides of her cave.
"Yes, yes, Chaos." The Seer hurriedly touched the pool, creating a ripple over the top of the water. When the water stilled, the Trefidor demons stood atop a cliff, watching as a ceremony took place. "They won't welcome your interruption. They are in the middle of morality ceremony."
"A morality ceremony?" Chris asked in the harshest tone he could muster. "What does that have to with me? Find them for me, as I am the one that gave them that child to start with."
"The ceremony must take place within 24 hours of having the babe in their possession. If not, the child's powers will constantly be torn between white and black magic. Eventually, the constant turmoil of morals vs. no morals will tear her apart, and destroy her." The Seer laughed. "Of course, they also want to ensure that she is evil quickly. The Halliwells are known for their ruthlessness when it comes to kidnapped children. The Trefidor's know that they will search for the babe. They need to ensure that the child's powers are purely evil when they get there, or their cause is for naught."
"I don't give a damn about their ceremony. Find them and bring them to me. Now!" Chris roared.
"They will not come." The Seer replied simply.
"They will come, or you will die." Chris responded, grabbing the Seer telekinetically by the throat.
The Seer nodded, and rubbed her throat as Chris dropped her. "I will find them for you then, Christopher Perry Halliwell." She stared directly into Chris' eyes as she stated the fact of his true identity.
"How dare…" Chris started to deny it.
The Seer held up a hand, palm up, effectively stopping Chris' words. "Please, do not insult my intelligence. I may be a demon, but I am not a stupid one. The Demon of Chaos had many powers. Telekinesis was not one of them. Besides, how many demons has your family wounded? Thousands, possibly millions? None of them have ever come back more powerful than when they left. You, however, have powers radiating off you that you have never had before. Plus, it is your destiny to save your family. Of course it is you."
She moved around the pool to face Chris. "My predecessor was weak. She tried to run from demons, and then get protection. I am not so stupid. I will help you, but only if you help me as well. I will tell you where you can find both the Trefidor demons and the baby. But I want you to orb me to the manor first. Then I will bargain with the Elders to gain my humanity."
Chris dropped his glamour. "You'll tell me now. After I have my cousin back, then I'll transport you to the manor."
"If you wait, I'll be dead. Demons don't work with witches and live to tell about it." Her face softened a bit. "I'm not heartless. How about a compromise we can both live with."
Chris crossed his arms across his chest and nodded. "I'm listening."
"I'll tell you where to find the Trefidor demons. Then you orb me to the manor. Then you come back down to get your cousin. Orbing me will only take a few seconds, leaving you plenty of time to get her back."
Chris sighed. "Okay. I guess I don't have much other choice. But let me make myself perfectly clear. If you do anything, anything at all to harm my family; I will take you out myself. You will wish that the demons had found you, because I won't let your death be an easy one."
The Seer matched his gaze steadily. "Understood. But for the record, if I wanted to destroy you or your family, I would simply call on my many demon consorts. They would cherish an opportunity to get a single Halliwell alone. Especially one as powerful as you."
Chris nodded again. "Then let's make a deal."
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"Wyatt, have you found him yet?" Piper asked her oldest son anxiously.
"Mom! I hadn't found him 5 minutes ago, or 3 minutes ago or 30 seconds ago; guess what? I still haven't found him!" Wyatt blew up angrily. "He must be blocking me. I can't find him if he's purposely putting up a block on his white lighter senses. No one can. This is pointless." He stood up abruptly, his tension visible in his face.
"Wy, it's okay. We'll find him and Phiona. We'll get them both back. Chris is smart, he'll be fine." Leo soothed, hiding his own uneasiness at not being able to sense his son.
"I know he's smart, Dad. But the problem is he's too smart. And he's not afraid of dying. Eventually that's going to catch up to him, you know." Wyatt worried. "He's even cut off the telepathy. I've been trying to talk to him since he orbed out, but he's either ignoring me or has that blocked as well."
"Would you stop whining Wy? We know where Chris went. He went to the Seer. Now, we can stand here and worry and wait or we can use these handy little potions that I just cooked up, and we can go torture every demon we see until someone tells us where to find the Seer or the Trefidor demons." Phyra walked in, holding a bag full of brightly colored potion bottles.
"No! Bad idea, Phy. Look what happened the last time we just barreled in with the plan to kill randomly. Chris and I got trapped by Nogard and Patrick died. No, let's try to scry for Chris, instead. Maybe his witch senses will be stronger right now than the white lighter, since he's actively blocking that part of himself."
Phyra sighed, and dropped the bag. "Wy, you gotta let this thing with Patrick go. We're always going to be demon hunting. It's a part of this whole witch, good vs. evil thing. And there are going to be a lot of times when we won't be as prepared as we'd like. But we still have to do it. If we don't, more innocents, not to mention more Halliwells will die. If you guys did anything wrong, it was only that you didn't let anyone else know what you were doing. But this time, we wouldn't do that. Uncle Leo would know, so would Mom and Aunt Piper and Aunt Phoebe. We'd have major fire power backing us up. Plus we could even tell Cole too. Then he could use his freaky demon powers to help us out if we needed it." Phyra's eyes shined in the dim light of the attic. She still remembered the incredible power she'd had with Cole's powers.
"Cole? Since when do you like Cole? I thought you hated him, just like your mom." Wyatt asked curiously.
"Yeah, well, he's not as bad as I thought. I mean, he did sacrifice his powers so I could escape the Vampire Queen. And he didn't get too mad when I wouldn't give them back. He could have blasted me with my own powers. They probably wouldn't have killed me, but it would've hurt like hell." She blushed a little. "Plus, I don't know, have you seen him with Aunt Phoebe? He makes her happy. Even with everything that's happened with Patrick and now Paisley and baby Phiona, he's still able to make her smile and laugh for a few seconds at a time at least. Uncle Les couldn't have done that." She shrugged.
Wyatt stood still, shocked. "Geez, how old are you anyway, Phy? You're 12, but you sound like an old lady. I mean, how philosophical can a 12 year old be?"
Phyra slapped him on the arm. "I'm 13 you big butthead! Remember my birthday last month? Jerk." She muttered under her breath.
Leo laughed at their exchange. "Actually, Wy, to be honest, Phyra has a special gift. She is one of the main reasons why your Aunt Prue couldn't be saved by the elders. Phyra had to be born to Paige while Paige was a Charmed One. Unfortunately, that couldn't happen as long as Prue was still a Charmed One. Basically, Phyra's destiny is to be a sage for the Halliwells. She has knowledge beyond her years. Very soon, she'll be coming into a great power, one unlike any other in this family. The telepathy she developed with you and Chris is a part of it. I can't speak much of it yet, because there are some things that you aren't meant to know until it is time, but trust me, Phyra has a huge destiny."
"Oh come on, Uncle Leo! You can't tease me like that and then just leave me hanging! That's not fair. C'mon… am I gonna have, like x-ray vision or self-healing powers or something? Oh! I know, am I gonna be able to fly? I've always wanted to fly. I mean, orbing is cool, but all the stereotypes say witches can fly. Is that it?" Phyra was hopping in place, begging to know her destiny.
"Phy! Chill. Dad already said he can't tell you yet. You'll know soon. Let's focus instead on Chris, okay?" Wyatt said with a bark of laughter at her antics.
Phyra sighed. "Okay. Let's do it." She started to walk towards the scrying maps, but was interrupted by the sound of incoming orbs.
"PHY!" Chris yelled as his orbs touched down. "PHY!"
"What? I'm right here, quit yelling!" Phyra responded dryly.
"Oh, okay. Listen, I need you to cook up some potions. I know where the Trefidor demons are. But I need to go in by myself. So I need to get some vanquishing potions ready." He whispered in her ear, and she nodded.
"I'm way ahead of you already." Phyra added picking up the potion bag from the floor. "I'll go make the other one."
Chris smiled. "Thanks, kiddo. Appreciate your help. Where's Wy?"
"Right here. Why are you blocking me?" Wyatt demanded from behind him.
"I just didn't want you to be hurt that's all Wy. I knew if you could find me, you'd orb to me. Listen, I need a favor though."
"What do you need?"
"A bodyguard and some back up. Listen, I have to go the Trefidor demons and soon. We don't have a lot of time. The demons have to turn her before the end of the day, or she'll be destroyed by her own natural morality in their presence."
"Okay, I'm with you. What's the plan?" Wyatt said eagerly.
"Well, for starters once we get down there, I'm going to make it look like I'm offering my own powers to them in exchange for Phiona. I'm going to drink a potion that creates a halo effect. That's the one Phy's making now. It's not actually doing anything with my powers, just making it look like I gave them up. I'll still have all of them though. Then I'll get the baby. Once I have her, you'll come out of hiding, and we'll vanquish every single one of the bastards."
Wyatt nodded, impressed. "Good plan. Really good plan. But you said something about a bodyguard. Where does that come in?"
Chris winced visibly. "That's going to be a job for the Charmed Ones, and for Patience. I made a deal." He waved his hand, and the Seer appeared from the shadows.
Wyatt's hands flew up, ready to blast her, but Chris stopped him by stepping in front of him. "No, Wy. I made a deal with her that if she told me where to find the Trefidor's we'd protect her until we had them, and then we'd take her to the Elders so that she could become human."
"Are you crazy? Look at what happened to the last Seer that wanted to make a deal." Wyatt demanded.
"I know, but I gave her my word. Will you help me convince them?"
"Yeah, yeah, of course. Damn, I hope this doesn't go wrong."
"Come on" Chris motioned the Seer between him and Wyatt. "We'll introduce you to the Charmed Ones."