Disclaimer: See First Chapter.

Author's Note: Hi! First THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING!

I'm Sorry 'bout the delay, but I had finals... and pre-final work. But it's over now!

I'm free...

So I will be writing more and updating more.

I hope you like this chapter, at the end I've used some mythology that I found online through a google search, so I'm not sure if it's completely true or not. I also made some stuff up... so if you're a real mythology buff, I apologize in advance.

Anyway, here goes...

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"Guess Leo's back..."

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"Uh… why don't you orb us all up there, Paige," Phoebe suggested.

Paige nodded, and they all moved over near Chris and held hands.

Moments later they appeared in the attic. Quietly they all helped Chris to a sofa. Piper kept her mouth shut, the urge to fuss over him nearly overpowering her. But she didn't. Instead she sat next to him and turned to look at her ex-husband.

"Jeez, Leo! We needed him alive!" Paige exclaimed, eyeing the bloodied being in the crystal cage.

"He is alive." Leo ground out, his hair was mussed and his jaw was clenched.

"Barely." Phoebe added, getting closer to the cage.

"Did he have the poison?" Piper questioned her hand on Chris's arm. He wasn't lying back, choosing rather to lean forward, placing his chin in his hands.

Leo nodded, holding up a vial, "He won't say what the antidote is." His words were clipped, and they all knew this is was why their prisoner was barely alive.

"Hey you in there!" Phoebe called, "It'll be easier on you if you tell us what we want to know."

The blonde being lifted his face and Phoebe gasped. "He's dead no matter what you do." The stranger said softly.

But Phoebe didn't hear him, Paige stepped closer, she too gasped.

The man was beautiful.

He had the face of an angel.

A bruised, bloodied, cut-up angel; but an angel nevertheless.

"Like hell he is," Leo hissed and a bolt of electricity hit the man.

Piper gasped, "Leo!" she scolded, "He's already trapped. What the hell is he talking about? And why are you two staring at him like that?" Piper hissed.

From her vantage point Piper couldn't see the man's face. She turned to her son, who now had his forehead in his hands.

"Lay back, sweetie, you're tired. Let us handle this. We'll wake you when everything's ready." She cooed.

He lifted his head, and stared at the warm brown eyes looking at him. He felt so drained, but he couldn't relax.

It was his mission.

His responsibility.

His duty.

Right?

At the moment, though, he wanted nothing more that to pass the torch to someone else. Especially since everyone else was so willing, eager even, to take it from him.

She reached over and smoothed the hair away from his face, gently sliding the tips of her fingers over his eye lids.

He found it was very hard to open them after that. He also found himself being leaned back and his feet were suddenly no longer touching the ground.

With a weary, sigh he gave in to exhaustion and drifted off; relishing the feeling of safety and love that was spreading over him, one he hadn't felt since his childhood.

Piper sighed too, when his breathing evened out.

Standing she headed over to her sisters, "Well?"

No one had answered her questions.

"Look at him Piper…" Phoebe said almost reverently.

The stranger had fallen back, unconscious after Leo's attack.

Piper did, "Oh…" she said after a moment. Than added, "I see."

"He looks like an angel," Phoebe voiced the girls' thoughts.

Paige nodded, "Yeah, it's always the beautiful ones that break your heart, though."

"But he really is beautiful…" Phoebe said on a sigh.

"Excuse me! Poisoned my son!" Piper growled, her eyes narrowed.

"I didn't say I liked him, only that he's beautiful… or was before Leo got a hold of him…" Phoebe argued.

"Maybe I should take the poison to Magic school…" Paige interrupted, putting the conversation back on track. "…somebody there might be able to analyze it and tell us what do to."

"Yeah that's a good idea…" Piper commented. She watched as Leo handed her the vial he'd been holding.

"Yeah, and while she does that I'm going to get some water to douse this guy with," Phoebe said heading for the stairs.

"Did you have to beat the crap out of him, Leo?" Piper asked when her sisters had left the room.

Leo's gaze was hard when he looked at the stranger, "I did."

Piper huffed, "In this condition we can't even torture him… he might die!"

Leo looked at her, than back at the guy, "He laughed-"

"At what?" Piper asked, Leo's glower intensified.

"Does it matter?" he asked her, his gaze lifting to hers, "Do you think any of this is funny?"

Piper sighed, "No, I don't, but I do think you may have gone a little overboard."

Leo said nothing, he glared at the man once more, before walking over to where Chris lay, "How's he doing?"

Piper followed, looking down at him too, "Not so good, he's tough but…" she sighed, "…I got him to go to sleep with minimal argument just now… that's not a good sign."

Wordlessly, Leo pulled her to him, and silently she accepted the embrace. They looked down at the sleeping boy, needing no words to express the worry they were feeling, the self-reproach, and the desire to keep him safe mingled with the pride they felt for the son they'd created together.

"He's going to be okay, Piper," Leo assured her softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, "We're going to fix all of this, we're going to fix it together…"

She pulled back a little, looking up into his face, "Together?"

His green eyes were steady as he leaned in a pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, pulling back he said softly, "Yes, together…"

He would have said more but Phoebe barged into the room, holding a pan of water, "Okay people lets get goin!" She called as she entered.

Chris jerked on the sofa, his eyes flying open.

Piper pulled out of Leo's embrace, shooting an angry glance at her now sheepish sister.

"Sorry…" Phoebe muttered.

Piper sat on the edge of the sofa and placed her hand on the side of Chris's face, "Go back to sleep, baby… we haven't even gotten started yet…"

Chris was still blinking sleepily at his mother.

"Yeah, we're gonna douse the angel with water so he'll wake up," Phoebe said almost happily, as she sat on the arm of the sofa.

Chris looked up at her, "Angel?" he asked, trying to keep the weariness out of his tone.

"The assassin's got a face like an angel," Phoebe told him.

Chris groaned, closing his eyes, "Lucifer," he muttered.

The adults exchanged puzzled glances, "Huh?" Piper asked.

"They call him Lucifer," Chris said softly, "The devil with the face of an angel. He's one of Wyatt's Elite…"

"Oh," Phoebe said, glancing at the cage, "… pretty powerful, huh?"

Chris nodded, "Don't turn your back on him," he advised.

"Oh… well… nothing to worry about, Leo beat the shit out of him before bringing him over," Phoebe added after a moment.

Chris's somewhat startled gaze moved lazily over to his father, where he received a steady, warm gaze in response.

He closed his eyes a little before adding, "He reports to Wyatt directly, it's odd that Wyatt would send him…"

Everyone was silent for a moment, watching as the boy seemed to drift off to sleep. Leo moved silently and kneeled in front of the sofa, without a word he proceeded to attempt to heal his son again.

Chris languidly opened his eyes and stared at his father's intent face, than slowly looked over at his mother, "Kinda persistent, isn't he?"

Piper grinned, "I wouldn't talk," she told him cheekily.

The boy scowled slightly, before slowly looking at his father again, "It's specifically brewed to resist whitelighter intervention," Chris said, his tone reminding his father that he'd already said as much.

Leo said nothing for another minute, than he lifted his head and dropped his hands, "I'm an Elder," he said softly meeting his son's eyes, than he smiled, "…tell me you don't feel a little better…" he challenged.

Chris couldn't stop the small smile that touched his lips, "Maybe a little," he responded, sheepishly.

Leo nodded, satisfied, "I want you to tell me when it's getting too bad." He said after a moment, than stood to look down at his son, "When you feel yourself drifting off tell me and I'll heal you."

Chris said nothing; he kept his gaze fixed on the floor; refusing to look up to meet his father's gaze.

He simply couldn't.

He understood that this was Leo; that Leo hadn't made the mistakes yet, that he shouldn't have to pay for them, to be hated for them.

But what his rational mind knew, and what he felt were very different.

He'd sworn to himself that he'd never ask this man for help again, that he'd never depend on him, never again set himself up for that kind of betrayal.

It was a promise he'd kept, and to be expected to just relinquish it on the drop of hat – it was hard, maybe a little too hard.

"For me, Chris," his mother's voice broke him out of his thoughts. He was surprised to find her kneeling in front him, her face level with his, her eyes pleading, "Please, do it for me. Tell Leo when you need healing. I can't… I can't think straight when you're hurting…"

He lowered his gaze again, willing her to stop talking, to not do this to him, to not ask this of him…

"You have to trust us Chris, all of us." She continued, he felt her hand on his cheek. Almost against his will, he turned into it, a part of him instinctively seeking his mother's comfort.

He sighed, letting his eyes slide shut, "I just… I'm sorry… but I…"

"Just can't get over the Daddy issues, huh?" The jaded voice of their prisoner floated over to them and caused them all to start.

Looking over they found Lucifer standing near the edge of cage, his one good eye focused on them – the other swollen shut.

"Hmmmm, not gonna need this," Phoebe said softly setting down the pan of water.

"What would you know?" Leo growled.

Lucifer smiled at him, than winced at the pain, "More than you, Elder, I actually know Chris…"

"You tried to kill him," Piper said angrily, standing in front of her son protectively, even though she knew the assassin wouldn't be able to leave the cage.

The man shrugged his broad shoulders, "I follow my orders; and death is not exactly the goal."

"Not the goal?" Phoebe asked, aghast, "… look at him. He's dying." Her whispered words vibrated around the room.

"He knows how he can be healed." The blonde man said coldly.

"Right. Go to the future and let him heal me, so he can slowly torture me to death… there's a plan," Chris said caustically as he sat up a little, his gaze fixed on the prisoner.

"You always were too rebellious for your own good Chris." the man said, oddly enough the voice was almost affectionate. "He would not hurt you if you would consent to his rule." The man continued.

"Never." Chris said fiercely.

Lucifer shook his head, and there was something resembling true regret on his face, "You will die." He stated simply.

"So be it." Chris said.

"Uhhhh, NO." Piper said almost angry with her son for being so dismissive with his life, "I don't think so. We are not letting you die." She said to Chris, than turned back to Lucifer, "We are not letting him die."

The man actually grinned at her, ignoring his own pain, "You are more beautiful than the holograms could ever have captured, you both are," he said looking to Phoebe, "and I am sure the third is just a lovely. You will however, not be able to do anything. Chris must return with me, or die – those are the choices."

"How 'bout you shut-up, that's a choice," Piper hissed at him, than turned to her husband, "I see why you beat the shit out of him."

"He's right," Chris said softly, "Those are the choices. Wyatt would have made sure there were no others."

"We'll make our own third choice," Phoebe said firmly.

"I can see where the determination comes from," Lucifer said softly, still standing a mere breath's away from the cage's edge, "In this case however, it will be useless to you. You are not dealing with an enemy; you are dealing with someone trained by you, taught by you. There is nothing you can think of that he will not already have been anticipated."

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" Piper hissed.

Lucifer met her gaze for a moment, than simply shrugged and turned away.

"He's right, you know," Chris said after a moment, "This isn't a demon you're up against. This is… the Twice-blessed child of prophecy, this is your golden boy and he knows all your secrets, all your weapons. He knows the way you think."

The sisters considered this for a moment, than Piper sat down next to her son again, "Then we'll just have to come with a new secrets, weapons, and ways of thinking. After all I bet we taught Wyatt everything he knows, but necessarily everything we know."

"And if we did, than we'll learn new things," Phoebe said firmly, "But we are not letting this happen."

Chris looked between the two of them, and sighed softly, a wry smile touching his lips,"I guess I'll just stand back then."

"That's the spirit." Piper said, ruffling his dark lovingly.

"Moooommmm…" he said softly, ducking away from her hand.

"This is all very sweet, and I hate to interrupt but I'm curious as to what it is you plan on doing with me." Lucifer spoke, "After all, I can't help you cure him. I don't know what's in the poison… I just follow orders.

Phoebe walked over to the cage, "Haven't you ever wanted to be your own man?" She asked him.

He met her gaze head on, "If I had, I wouldn't be alive right now." He answered simply.

"You seem to know Chris," Leo said suddenly, "Why?"

Lucifer's gaze swung to the Leo and a slight sneer marred his feature, "It is none of your concern."

Leo narrowed his eyes and flexed his hands, preparing to strike again.

"Don't Leo." Piper called out. "We need him conscious."

"I don't see why?"

"He's going to tell us what the antidote to this poison is." Phoebe said happily.

Lucifer turned to face her, "You are legend." He said softly, almost reverently, "The Charmed One who loved a demon and took her place at his side to rule the Underworld."

Phoebe's grin faded into a scowl, "Temporary lack of judgment. And don't avoid the issue."

"I am under orders."

"Yeah, well, consider those orders void." Piper snapped.

"I cannot."

"We can make you tell us." Phoebe said.

"Nothing you do to me will be enough to make me reveal it."

"Listen, buddy, Wyatt was raised by us; his torture skills had to come from somewhere," Piper said, harshly. She was losing her patience with this demon. Besides, sitting next to him, she could feel Chris' body temperature rising again.

"He did not learn his cruelty from you." Lucifer said softly, again his voice had an odd quality in it; almost as if he admired them.

Phoebe eyed him oddly, "Who are you?"

"A member of Wyatt's Elite order of Warriors," the demon answered.

Phoebe turned to Chris, "Who is he?'

Chris shrugged, "What do you mean?"

"It's almost like… like he likes us," Phoebe said, looking back to Lucifer, "… admires us even."

"That's weird for a demon isn't it?" Piper said, a little sardonically as she glanced between the demon and her son.

"He isn't a demon exactly-" Chris said softly.

"I'm not a demon at all," the man countered, cutting Chris off.

"You sure as hell act like one," Piper hissed at him, before turning her attention to Chris again.

Chris smirked a little before continuing, "He's a rare mix -- like Wyatt and I are -- he's the son of a Spriggan and a Sylph.

Both sisters turned to face him, "A what and a what?" Phoebe asked.

"You should really brush-up on your mythical creatures." Chris told them deadpan.

"A Spriggan is basically a thief." Leo answered hostilely after a moment when it became obvious Chris wasn't going to explain, "… and rumored to be ugly. They can appear as small as fairies or as large as giants and everything in between. They guard treasure mounds and tend to steal children if given the chance." He paused then added grudgingly, "They are cunning though, and have immense power over the wind."

"Oh… and a… Sylph?" Piper asked.

"A sylph is," Leo frowned suddenly, his gaze sharpening, "You'd have complete and utter dominance of the air…" he said to Lucifer.

The prisoner met Leo's gaze with stony silence.

"He does," Chris answered for the silent man.

"Okay, guys we'll brush up later, fill in the blanks now…" Piper hissed, looking between the two.

"Sylphs are the embodiment of air," Leo said seriously, transferring a solemn gaze to the sisters, "They're like fairies except they have a more human appearance and larger wings. They live for hundreds of years without aging a single day and they're… they're quite beautiful," he finished softly.

After a moment he added, "They're creature of good."

Everyone was silent a moment, before Phoebe make a huffing sound and turned to Lucifer, "So you're the kid of an ugly evil-doer and a beautiful fairy of good."

"Both of which have control of the air." Piper added.

"My father had control of the air," he told them, "My mother can embody it."

"Your father's not alive anymore?" Phoebe asked him after this clarification.

"My father was his own man," he answered her simply.

"Wyatt killed him." Piper stated softly, the pain of such a thing tingeing her voice.

Every one was silent for a moment before Phoebe asked plaintively, "But that still doesn't explain why he likes us; and it doesn't explain why he's so loyal to Wyatt… when Wyatt killed his father."

"We're missing something," Piper finished, turning with Phoebe to look at Chris, "What is it?"

Chris looked to Lucifer first, than back at the sisters, "He was once – as a child – a student at Magic School; before Wyatt took it over."

This pronouncement was met with silence than Leo spoke, "He's trained as a force of good."

Chris nodded, Lucifer remained impassively still.

"But he works for evil...?" Piper said frowning at her husband and son, than looking back at their prisoner.

Lucifer smirked ever so slightly, "Have you not heard? There is no evil."

"Or good," Chris finished for him, his face grim, "Only power."

"That isn't true," Leo said softly, "How could we have raised a child who believes that?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

"You didn't raise anyone," Chris hissed, than sighed when his father flinched. "…sorry, it just… came out." He added after a moment.

Leo nodded his eyes a mix of hurt and understanding.

"So you like us, and you were raised on the side of good and yet here you are trying to kill my son," Piper said after a moment.

"Death is not the goal," Lucifer repeated.

"Tell us how to fix this," Phoebe hissed.

"I do not know."

Phoebe rolled her eyes, and took another step closer to the cage, "Just tell us what the antidote is?"

"I do not know," Lucifer repeated.

"How is that possible!" Piper yelled.

"I just follow orders; I do as I am told."

"You're one of his Elite, that means he trusts you; you have to know something," Piper insisted.

The man shook his head, "I know nothing."

Phoebe opened her mouth to respond, but shut it again when a bolt of electricity slammed into their prisoner. It catapulted the man to the other side of the cage where he slammed again the barriers and was shocked again.

He slumped down to the floor, barely conscious.

"Leo!" Piper chastised.

The man shrugged, "It was low voltage. He's still conscious, isn't he?"

Piper began to respond when the sound of tinkling filled the attic. Paige reappeared and the expression on her face was not comforting.

"What's wrong?" Piper asked.

"A lot of stuff," she said seriously, than turned a scowl onto their prisoner, "I have a mind to have Leo blow you up or something."

The man said nothing, just stood slowly than eyed them all. "This has been interesting. However, as your threats of violence are getting a trifle too real for me, I'll be taking my leave now."

The only person who had a chance to react before Lucifer acted was Chris, and only because he'd been expecting it; quickly he covered his face with his arms and turned away.

With a slight twitching of his hand, Lucifer blew one of the crystals away.

"Hey!" Phoebe cried as both Leo and Piper flexed their hand preparing to strike; neither got the chance to, though, as an immense wind filled the attic blinding them all and toppling bottle and papers.

When the wind stopped their prisoner was gone.

"What the hell was that!" Paige screeched, as she looked around the now messy attic.

"Wind." Chris answered simply.

"Yeah… but… where did our prisoner go?"

"In the wind…" the boy continued.

"Someone want to explain?" Paige grouched a moment later, when no said anything more.

"Our prisoner can apparently turn into the wind…" Piper said absentmindedly, as she frowned a little, "If he could do that, why didn't he do it before?"

"Good question. Chris, any insights?" It had become apparent to Phoebe and Piper that the boy was somehow acquainted with their former prisoner.

"Wait! Chris knows him!" Paige cried, whirling on the boy with a small smile on her face, "What! Do you know all your assassins!" She'd said jokingly, but the look that suddenly appeared on Chris's face made everyone's skin crawl.

"Most of Wyatt's assassins," he began softly, his eyes downcast, "… were at one point or another normal people, some even good." He shrugged, he meant it to be a careless motion, but it simply wasn't.

It simply showed the sisters how much it hurt to have to acknowledge this.

"Wyatt, he… he breaks people… until they do as he says; until they have no will to not do as he says." He stopped there and his family was ready to go into comforting mode, but they'd brought to mind something very important for Chris and after a moment he continued, "Bianca was different," he said almost in a whisper, his gaze still on his hands, "… she started out as an assassin, but when she saw…" he cut himself off, unwilling to share with his family the atrocities his brother would commit; acts that would teach even evil compassion, "… even assassins have lines they won't cross. Wyatt has no lines." He finished softly.

"When she saw, she switched sides." Phoebe deduced after a moment of silence.

Chris looked up, infinite sadness in his eyes, and a wry smile on his lips, "Actually she just picked a side; up until then she'd been pretty much on whatever side paid her."

Phoebe smiled a little, "A business women."

Chris sighed, "This is a rather depressing subject for me, could we move on please…"

"Absolutely." Piper said quickly, willing to do anything to keep that pensive look off her baby's face, "If he could do that why let us trap him in the first place?" she asked again, motioning towards the crystals.

Chris smiled a little, his expression lightened a little, but a sadness remained in his eyes, "Think of the person you most admire, the person that you hold in utmost esteem and respect…"

"Oprah," Phoebe said immediately.

Paige rolled her eyes, Piper made a huffing sound; Phoebe shrugged innocently at them before turning her undivided attention to Chris.

He smirked a little, but his eyes were still a little sad, "If you had the opportunity to spend time with her, to talk to her, to observe her… wouldn't you?"

A light seemed to dawn on the girl's faces, "Of course…" Phoebe said softly.

"No one, least of all someone trained at magic school, could pass up an opportunity to be in the presence of the Charmed Ones," Chris finished quietly.

"Is it bad that I feel kinda flattered?" Phoebe asked, into the silence that ensued.

"Yes! He's poisoned Chris!" Piper cried.

"Right, right, good point." Phoebe said quickly.

Chris grinned a little, "It's okay to be flattered. You should be. He could have gotten out of that cage immediately."

"You knew, didn't you?" Leo asked softly.

Chris shrugged, his smile fading as he recognized the slightly accusatory tone of his father, "I was aware of his powers yes, I also knew he wouldn't leave until… until he'd seen them all together."

"You should have warned us," Leo stated.

"What for?" Chris hissed, his eyes suddenly defensive, "You can't fight the wind, Leo."

Leo opened his mouth, but Piepr cut him off, "Okay, enough! Leo he's right, we wouldn't have been able to do anything anyway, but…" she said quickly as a triumphant look flitted across her son's face, "A warning would still have been nice."

Both men said nothing.

"Okay?" Piper insisted.

"Yeah, okay," Leo said a little sheepishly, realizing that this was not the time to be arguing.

"Fine," Chris said sullenly, "And just so you know…" he continued, "He could still be here."

"What?" Paige cried, spinning around, "Where? How?"

"In the air," Phoebe deduced quietly.

"Yeah." Chris answered.

"This really sucks, how are we supposed to discuss strategy with the enemy possibly looking over our shoulder." Phoebe said griped.

"There isn't' much strategy to work out," Paige said, "I don't come bearing good news."

Piper sighed, "At least you bear news, let's hear it."

Paige nodded, "It's basically Darklighter poison, like Chris said, but it's more powerful because it's been made immune to magic… good or evil."

"What does that mean?" Phoebe asked, "How's that possible."

"It has the blood of a Whitelighter in it." Paige continued, "That's why it's immune to healing… and it's cursed…" Paige stopped there and looked down a sigh escaping her.

"I had all the teachers available working on this… they all agreed - the only way to curse something so strongly, so that not even an Elder can shake the curse off is if… well you uhhhh… you need the blood of a being that's…dammed in mind and body but bears a pure heart…"

"That sounds like a freaking riddle, Paige," Piper snapped, her heart pounding; this did not sound good.

"It sounds like Wyatt," Chris stated firmly, drawing everyone's gaze to him. They noticed he was flushed again, but no one said anything.

"Wyatt?" Phoebe asked.

Chris nodded, "It's how I knew he could be saved… there's still a little… of you guys in him," he finished almost shyly.

Piper shook her head absentmindedly, her gaze on the ground, her features pinched and pale, "He…he used his own blood to… to curse his brother…" the words were whispered, but they all heard. They all understood.

Leo went to her, kneeling in front of her, "We can fix this," he said steadily, holding her hands in his.

"But if Whitelighter blood makes it immune to Whitelighter magic..." Phoebe began softly, "Wyatt's a Halliwell so… wouldn't that mean-"

"The poison is immune to our magic," Paige finished.

"Shit." Phoebe hissed.

"There's more," Paige said, "And it's kinda good news, I guess."

Leo stood from where he and Piper had been eyeing each other, "That doesn't sound good, Paige,"

"There is a way to reverse the curse." She told them.

Piper eyes lit up, "Why didn't you say that at the beginning! What is it? What do we have to do?"

Paige sighed again, she didn't look very happy and that dampened Piper's happiness, "We have to make a counteracting potion… I have people at magic school working on the ingredients for it… mixed with powder from a unicorn's horn."

"A unicorn?" Phoebe asked.

"A creature of pure good." Leo answered quickly, his gaze still on Paige who looked far to upset for that to be it, "It's not too difficult to get. What else does it need Paige?" He asked.

"It needs the water from the well that holds Alatyr Stone." She said quickly.

"Ooookaaaaay…" Phoebe drew out the word, looking around her, "Not that big a deal so we split up… someone gets the unicorn powder and the rest of us go get the water from the well."

"It's a little more complicated than that Phoebe," Paige said.

"Why?"

"Because that stone doesn't exist." Leo answered before Paige could respond, "And if does, than no has seen it for a hundred millennia or so."

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