Disclaimer: Please see first chapter.

Author's Note: Thank you all so much for the reviews!

IcantthinkofaFnick

trina-k

Bluley

Reigning Devil

Melissa Ordesky

Willow (Thank you for you're ideas. I really appreciated it. I didn't bring Leo, along for reasons that will be explained in the next chapter.)

Melly1

Elf Fanatic Larkand

Alex

You are all so wonderful!! I hope you enjoy this chapter. I debated a lot with how far I wanted to take Wyatt and decided that I wanted to make him different fromt the Wyatt in my other fic.

I like the one in my other fic better, I'm not really partial to the insane Wyatt or the completely evil Wyatt.

So I've stayed away from the portral in both fics, in this one however, he is more ruthless than he'll ever be in the other one.

I hope you enjoy.

PLEASE REVIEW!!

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They were standing in the Manor again, this time in the conservatory, the sun shone through the windows and it was a generally a beautiful day.

They all stumbled a little as they landed and Chris roughly pulled himself away from Phoebe. He looked around, his expression grim, but unlike the last memory they'd visited he wasn't freaking out.

This time he had a firm grip on his emotions.

He just took a deep breath and faced Phoebe, "Could you please STOP touching me," the voice was harsh; he was obviously angry.

"Where are we?" Paige asked, "Or rather when are we?"

Chris didn't answer, he ran a hand through his hair, "When this is over… we need to figure out how to reverse that spell," he grumbled through clenched teeth.

The words were relatively calm, and somehow that scared the girls. He was facing the doorway now, a look of absolute indifference on his face.

"What is this Chris?" Piper asked warily.

He didn't face her, but said slowly, "Don't you get it… a question is asked, I don't answer, Phoebe touches me… and we get pulled into a memory…"

"Okayyyy, but what is this?!"

"The reason why Phoebe should be the last person to champion Wyatt's new rules."

Phoebe opened her mouth to ask what he meant, but never got the chance as a voice filled the room.

"He killed my father, Chris!" the voice was pained and exasperated and belonged to a young woman with dark, thick hair that was pulled back from her face, "I know it! I knew it then and I know it now."

She and (F)Chris walked into the room together, side by side and arguing for all they were worth.

Chris was a few years older than the last time they'd seen him. He didn't look like a boy anymore, in his mid-teen years he'd filled out more.

"Do you realize how ridiculous that sounds?" he hissed at her, his eyes angry.

She grabbed his arm, "It's the truth Chris."

"No! Wyatt is… he's my brother for godsake! Your cousin!! How can you say something like that?"

"How can you not see that he isn't sixteen anymore… that he isn't that guy anymore… that maybe he never was…"

"He's not a murderer!"

"Yes he is!!"

Chris pulled away roughly, "You can't say that!!! For christsake its Wyatt we're talking about!!! The greatest force of good the world has ever seen!!!"

She shook her head, her eyes desperate for him to understand, "I've researched this Chris. Wyatt was born at the Manor like my mom… on the nexus… he can go either way… good or evil-"

"My brother is not evil!!" he yelled at her viciously.

The girl flinched, her eyes losing their fire, and filling with sorrow, "Open you're eyes Chris…. this Organization he's compiling… it's not exactly legit."

Chris shook his head, "I admit… a union between good and evil is unheard of…but…" he said quickly when she opened her mouth, "… it could work, it'll be safer… more orderly…"

"And what about those that don't want to join?"

"So he vanquishes some demons who don't want to corporate… big deal…"

"What if it isn't a demon that doesn't want to cooperate… what if it's a witch?" her look was pointed.

He rolled his eyes, "Then they don't join."

"No Chris, then they suffer they same fate as the demons that don't join..."

Chris was already shaking his head, but the girl continued, "… did you know that the plans in his office have him exposing magic… that he plans to take over mortal institutions with magical forces, that he doesn't plan to ever let us live in here again… that he's making major alliances with demons… that he's disregarding the advice of the Elders…"

"You went through his stuff!!"

"He's a murderer!!!"

"He had nothing to do with your father's death!!"

"He did! But this is bigger than that… Stop lying to yourself Chris, dammit!! Open your eyes!!"

"I'm leaving, I'm not going to listen to this… Wyatt takes care of us… he's a good brother and good cousin…"

"… and a killer… I know it," her words were firm, "…witches who don't agree with him disappear Chris; five in this month alone… he's not just vanquishing demons…and an… an Elder disappeared recently too."

Chris's eyes hardened, "I don't give a damn about the Elders… any of them… they can all disappear for all I care…"

The girl frowned at him, "Uncle Leo has been trying-"

"DO. NOT. MENTION THAT MANS NAME IN MY PRESNECE."

The girls sighed, "Chris you have to believe me… you have to help me… already some factions of witches are coming up with a plan on how to sabotage this Organization… help us…"

"This Organization is a good thing!"

"Dammit!! It is not!! Working with demons is never a good thing!!"

Chris shook his head, a stubborn expression on his face, "Mom and the aunts worked with demons sometimes."

"But they didn't make alliances with demons… Chris please…"

"No, I'm not going to stand here and listen to this bullshit! I don't know why you're doing this…but I suggest you stop it. I won't have you going around badmouthing my brother!!"

With that the angry teenager orbed away and the young girl burst into tears.

They didn't stay and watch though… these were Chris's memories… and so they followed him.

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They reappeared in a loft of sorts and (F) Chris was already there as well as Wyatt. An older Wyatt, who had none of the little boy they'd seen earlier in him. This Wyatt was harsher, tougher, meaner…

… this Wyatt they could see as a tyrant.

They were standing at the end of a hallway where the wall ended. You could see into a the open area of the apartment, but from where Wyatt was standing he could see you.

(F) Chris stood a few feet away from them, his gaze fastened on his brother.

"Can you hear him?" Paige asked, following (F)Chris's gaze.

Phoebe shook her head, "No, you?"

"You won't." (P)Chris said, dully, "Because I didn't. These are my memories, remember. I don't know what he said."

They watched.

Wyatt was talking a girl, about twenty. She was staring straight ahead though, completely still and he was circling her; eyeing her.

She shook her head.

He stopped in front of her. His eyes narrowed on her face.

She said something, his jaw clenched. She spoke again, her eyes still staring straight ahead. Wyatt started touching her face, almost caressing her, except there was a threat in his eyes, and even from here they could see his eyes were hard.

He spoke for a few minutes, it seemed to be persuasive talk, but she wasn't budging. Suddenly she tore herself away from him, and glared, saying something heatedly. She moved turn away, to leave, but Wyatt reached out and grabbed her.

His eyes were glazed with rage.

She pulled away, turning. He grabbed her arm, swinging her to face him. She spit in his face and he backhanded her to the floor, and then kicked her.

After wiping his face he reached down and yanked her up towards him by the hair. The girl screamed.

(F) Chris rushed forward, "What the hell are you doing?!!!" he yelled his eyes wide.

Wyatt glanced towards his brother, shock registering on his face, "Didn't you have practice today?" he asked, still holding the girls hair.

The girls moved forward to get a closer look.

(F)Chris scowled, ignoring the question, "What are you doing!!?" He asked again.

"Conducting business. Go to your room, Chris."

Chris stared at him aghast, "You're hurting her."

"She's a threat, now go to your room."

"Wyatt…"

"Trust me Chris, I know what I'm doing."

"It's just-"

"You trust me to do what's best, don't you?"

The dark-haired boy responded automatically, "Of course…"

"Then go."

Chris stared at his brother, before his eyes dropped to the girl. She hadn't said anything, hadn't even looked over at him.

He took a step back, getting ready to turn around.

"Please," the girl cried softly, "… he'll ki-"

Wyatt's grip on her tightened and the girl fell silent.

Chris's eyes were glued to her, before they slowly traveled up to his brother.

"Trust me Chris." Wyatt rumbled out, his blue eyes fixed on his brother steadily even as his hand clawed into the girls' scalp.

Chris didn't look at the girl again, he kept his eyes firmly on Wyatt's as he nodded – he trusted his brother.

"Wait, he can't… you can't-" Paige began but fell silent as the true impact of what was happening hit her.

She watched the past version of her dark-haired nephew turn his back and walk away.

The image in front of them faded, and (P)Chris groaned. It was the first noise of discomfort he'd made in this memory.

They turned away from the images and studied him; as the scenery around them seemed to blend and shift.

"Chris?" Piper asked, moving towards him.

He was looking flushed, and the hands he ran through his hair were shaking.

"Are you okay?" Phoebe asked.

He shook his head, "I don't… feel so well…"

It took them all a moment to register what it would take for Chris to admit to feeling sick. Piper's heart dropped, she rushed over to him, feeling his cheek.

"Oh, god you're burning up again."

His knees seemed to buckle suddenly and she moved quickly to support him, Phoebe went to his other side. His eyes were open – barely; they were just slits, the green in them dull as he stared straight ahead.

The scene around them came into sharp focus suddenly, they were in the same place but air around them had changed.

It was full of panic now, of fear, of tension.

Looking around they found Chris, Wyatt, the girl Chris had called "cousin", and the one Wyatt had been "conducting business" with.

The latter however was on the floor, unconscious and very still.

Keeping one arm around (P)Chris Piper and her sisters turned there attention to the memory.

"You're a monster and I'm going to make sure everyone knows it!!" The dark haired girl screamed, she was standing toe to toe with Wyatt, glaring up at him with something akin to hatred.

Chris to the side, his eyes on the motionless girl lying at his feet.

"Get out of here, Leah." Wyatt spat at her.

"You're a killer, a murderer! And I'm going to get the Elders to bind your powers!!"

"Don't make me laugh, they don't have the power to!!"

"That's what you think!! You're not the only one who's looked into new rules Wyatt!!"

"What the hell does that mean??!!"

"It means I'm not going to stand by and let you destroy everything our mother's stood for!! I won't let you drag their legacy through the mud!!"

He grabbed the girl roughly, shaking her, "What legacy is that!!" he roared at her, "They did nothing!! Year after year devoted to magic and at their deaths nothing had changed!!!"

His grip on her tightened and he hauled her upwards, "I will change something!!!"

"No!! You'll destroy everything!!"

He shook her again, this time shoving her against the wall, "What the hell would you know about it?!!! You weren't even here!!!"

"Wyatt heal her." Chris's soft words seemed to freeze the argument. Without looking at his brother or the fallen girl, without lowering his cousin or even so much as loosening his hold, he answered.

"I can't."

"He can't because he killed her!!!" Leah screamed.

Chris said nothing, his eyes still fastened on the girl.

"She was a threat." He said dully. It wasn't a question, but Wyatt answered anyway.

"Yes she was." The words were smug.

"Like hell she was!!" Leah yelled, struggling. "She was practically a kid!! He killed her Chris!! Because she refused to join him!!"

Chris said nothing, even as Wyatt pulled Leah away from the wall, and slammed her into it again.

She slumped in his arms, unconscious. He let her slide to the floor. Then turned to face Chris.

The two brother's stared at each other for a long time, neither so much as twitching. "I trust you Wyatt." Chris finally said. "I have to. I have to believe that you did this… because… this…" he glanced down at the girl, "… this person was a threat. I have to believe that this organization really is going to make the magical community safer. I have to believe, because… you're… my brother."

Wyatt nodded, a satisfied, smirk on his face, "I'm doing what is best Chris you'll see."

Chris nodded again, taking a step forward, "When mom died you kept saying we were the only ones left. I reminded you that there was Leah. I told you that she was a Hallowell by blood, even if she hadn't lived with us since she was a child. I told you that even if Jason had taken custody away from Aunt Phoebe, she was still family and that I missed her. You told me that if I wanted her here, she'd be here."

Wyatt nodded.

"Two weeks later her father died."

Wyatt was still.

Chris's eyes were gleaming with intensity, "Did you kill her father?"

Wyatt met his brothers' gaze full on, "No I did not Chris."

They stared at each other a while longer.

Before Chris nodded, taking a step back, his eyes landing on Leah, "You hurt her."

Wyatt stared down at the girl, his face hard, "She's always thinking the worst of me; always making things more difficult. Now she's threatening to have my powers binded. She's trying to sabotage the Organization… I'm trying to save lives, to turn the tide in our favor, and she keeps trying to stop me. "

After a moment he added, "Didn't you have practice today?"

"It was cancelled." Chris didn't comment on the Leah speech.

"Homework?"

"A little."

"Why don't you go finish it."

Chris nodded turning away.

What happened next had all there heads spinning, and was a little unclear; probably because that's the way it was in Chris's memories.

Chris had turned and was walking away, was at the far end of the hallway, when he stopped. Turning around he headed back the way he'd come.

Just in time to see Leah being electrocuted to death by the electricity coming from Wyatt's hands.

"Wyatt!! NO!! STOP!!!"

But it was too late. The girl was dead, her body lying only a few feet away from the last one.

Chris ran to her, gathering her limp body in his arms, "Leah!! Leah!!!" He screamed, shaking her, but Leah did not answer; didn't respond; would never respond again.

"Oh god!! Oh god Wyatt!!!" He looked up at his brother, "Oh god Wyatt, what have you done?!?!"

His green eyes were clouded with disbelief and shock and denial and understand and agony all mixed together; as his cousin's words filled his brain.

"He's a murderer!!!"

"Stop lying to yourself-"

"Open your eyes!!"

"Chris-" Wyatt said, a look of absolute horror crossed the younger boys.

He still sounds like Wyatt… the thought plagued him as he held Leah closer, drawing her to him, folding her into him; rocking her as if she were a baby.

He still sounds like Wyatt…With determination Chris tore his gaze from his brother, burying his face in the girls hair, closing his eyes, wishing this all away.

"Chris, look at me." Wyatt demanded.

But Chris didn't, he continued to rock the dead girl; wisps of her brown hair sticking to his tears.

"Christopher!"

The dark head lifted, the green eyes widened.

He looks just the same too… as if nothing had changed… except…he wasn't "Wyatt"… he was a murderer…

"You killed her!!" He rasped.

Wyatt sighed, a sigh overwhelmed with aggravation, as if Chris was the one being difficult.

"Chris-"

"Oh god Wyatt!!! You killed her!! You killed her!!!" There was panic in voice, hysteria in his eyes. As shock began to wear away.

"You have to understand Chris-"

Betrayal illuminated those green orbs and roared at his brother, "Understand what!!! You killed her!!! Our cousin!!! Aunt Phoebe's daughter!!! YOU KILLED HER!!!"

Wyatt's eyes settled on his brother, then slid down to his cousin's body, and back up again.

The coldness in those blue eyes, sent shivers through the observers; there was no remorse, no regret; there was nothing in those blue eyes.

"Understand, little brother, that it was necessary."

"WHAT!"

"It was for the greater good."

It was the last phrase they heard before the vortex loomed over them and they were deposited in the kitchen once again; as if they'd never left it; with information that would never let them go back.

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