Eryn stared as a guy about her age with dark brown hair and Leo's hazel-green eyes came hurtling down the stairs. "Hey, Dad," he called, skidding to a stop and grabbing Leo in a bear hug. Leo hugged him back just as tightly.

"Hey, Chris," Leo replied. "How's the wrist?"

Chris held it up for inspection. "Perfect, not a scar, not a blemish, nothing. As usual. Hey, how long 'til I can heal?"

Leo shrugged. "Not a clue. You might start soon, or later, or not at all. Paige couldn't heal until a few years back, remember?" Chris nodded. Leo glanced over at the stairs to where Wyatt was walking down. "I see you survived yet another day with your ticking time-bomb, Wy?" Leo said, a small smirk on his face.

Wyatt's grin turned to a scowl. "The girl is intolerable!" he grumbled, walking over and sitting on the back of the sofa. "One of us is going to have to die by the end of the week if we're gonna achieve any sort of peace, and I'm tellin' ya, my energy balls are startin' to look very friendly…"

Chris laughed. Leo, however, shot his older son a look. "Wyatt…"

"…don't even joke about it, I'm there to protect her, I know, I know." Wyatt said with a pained expression on his face. He sighed and rolled his eyes at Chris, then looked at Eryn. "Who're you?" he asked. Chris looked at her curiously.

Eryn stared at them both. "You're Chris and Wyatt…Halliwell. Right?" Chris and Wyatt glanced at each other.

"Umm…yeah…why? And…how did you know?" Wyatt asked, arching an eyebrow. Eryn shook her head slightly.

"Not important. Uh…you wouldn't have happened to vanquish any Stoli Demons lately, would you?" she queried. Chris and Wyatt stared at her. She elaborated. "You know, Upper-level Demon, looks like a Brute Demon, except they have these massive horns that come out of the tops of their heads and curl back over their heads and down their backs, a bit like a helmet?"

Chris nodded slowly. "Yeah, we know what you're talking about. And yes, we did vanquish a Stoli, about three weeks ago. Why?" Eryn didn't answer.

"Have you been attacked by any Seeker demons lately?" she persisted. Wyatt stood up.

"For about three weeks now. Why? I - we - want an answer."

Eryn sighed. "Because I was at Tartarus a few hours ago and I heard a Stoli commissioning an entire clan of Seekers to come and kill you. I think his exact words were something along the lines of: 'I want Chris and Wyatt Halliwell's head on a stick and in front of my lair within a month.'" She arched an eyebrow at them. "You certainly pissed him off."

"What did we ever do to him?" Chris asked, annoyed.

"I'm assuming you didn't realize that Stolis work in pairs."

Wyatt swallowed hard. "They do?" he asked faintly. He glanced at Chris.

"We're in trouble…" Chris murmured in a sing-song tone under his breath.

"Mm-hmm. Male/Female couples. I'm guessing you killed the guy's mate. Of course he's angry," Eryn explained.

"Oh…" Wyatt began, glancing at the coffee table. "…no," he finished as a pair of Seekers shimmered in at either end of it. They began sniffing the air enthusiastically, searching for Chris and Wyatt's scent. Wyatt glanced at his brother. "Chris, the spell," he murmured softly. Chris nodded.

Demon trackers, we vanquish thee, they both began to think at the same time, yet separately. By wind and earth and : fire and sea: they continued, slipping unconsciously into a TP link.

As they finished the second line of the spell, a piercing scream filled their minds, breaking their connection and making them both gasp with pain. But it didn't stop. It increased in volume, making them drop to their knees.

"Oh, crap," Eryn hissed, powering up an energy ball in each hand.

"What's wrong with them?" Leo asked, a worried yet wary eye on his sons and the Seekers, who were both standing with their paw-like hands outstretched towards Chris and Wyatt.

"Seekers are Telepaths, and Chris and Wyatt just made a TP link," Eryn said grimly before throwing the two crackling white energy balls at the demons. They both yowled in fury and pain, releasing their TP hold on the Halliwells, and jumped at Eryn. She jumped onto the sofa, freezing the moment she landed. The Seekers gave two furious growls, thwarted for the moment, and began sniffing where Eryn had stood. She nodded to Leo.

"Get them up and heal them," she mouthed. She gently tapped her temple, and he nodded in understanding. He walked gingerly over to Chris and placed a hand near his son's temple. A nimbus of gold light issued from Leo's hand, and after a second, Chris gave a low groan and got shakily to his feet. Leo did the same to Wyatt, and he, too, got to his feet.

"Thanks," Chris mouthed to Leo, who shook his head before nodding at the girl about Chris' age standing on the back of the sofa, her eyes fixed on the Seekers.

She glanced over at them, then mouthed, "Do you have any vanquishing potion?" Both Chris and Wyatt nodded.

"Upstairs, attic, third floor," Wyatt mouthed back, and she nodded. She glanced at the stairs, then cocked her head slightly. Her eyes flicked from the floor to the top of the railing, as if measuring the distance. She swallowed hard, glanced again at the Seekers, then gave a low hiss.

"Pssst."

The Seekers jumped as if electrified and leapt at her. She dodged them, jumped down from the sofa, and ran for the stairs. The demons followed her to the stairs, but she jumped, grabbed the railing and hauled herself up. The Seekers snapped angrily at her heels, then began searching for the foot of the stairs. They found it just as she flipped over the railing onto the landing. They swarmed up the stairs to the landing, and she sprinted up the rest of the stairs to the second floor.

Leo, Chris and Wyatt heard the trio racing up the stairs, then they heard two savage snarls, the tinkle of breaking glass, and two muffled whumps. For a second nothing else happened, then the familiar sound of someone orbing in was heard, and Eryn appeared out of a shower of blue and white orbs.

"Done and done," she announced, holding out a couple of vials of potion to Chris and Wyatt. "I think you may need these," she added.

"Thanks," Wyatt said, shooting her a grin. "For the potion and the vanquishing."

"No worries," she responded.

"So you're a Whitelighter?" Chris asked, his voice odd. Wyatt glanced at him, then rolled his eyes.

Here we go again, he thought grimly. Chris hated Whitelighters. Well, it wasn't that he hated them; he just hated it when they tried to replace their Dad as their Whitelighter, so he could go back to the Heavens. Ever since Chris had been two, Whitelighters had shown up every three months or so, trying to take Leo's place, and every time, Wyatt and Chris had…ahem…"assisted" them in realizing that this wasn't the job for them.

Wyatt had a feeling this girl wasn't going to try and replace Leo, but he knew Chris did, and there was no arguing with Chris about this. He'd already lost one parent, and he'd be damned if he'd lose another. The girl didn't seem to notice Chris' - albeit veiled - animosity.

"You…could say that," she said slowly. Chris nodded. Leo stepped in.

"Eryn, meet my sons, Chris and Wyatt Halliwell. Chris, Wyatt, this is Eryn Connors. She's gonna be staying here for a while, okay?"

They both nodded, Chris reluctantly. "That's cool, Dad. We'd be happy to have her here...right?" Wyatt said, nudging Chris not-so-gently with TK.

"Yeah. That's cool," Chris echoed. Eryn eyed Chris, and Wyatt suddenly realized that the girl had noticed Chris' hostility. He was amazed: although he had noticed it, he was Chris' brother. Someone would have to be pretty intuitive, or Empathetic, to realize that Chris was annoyed if he didn't want them to. He glanced at Chris.

"So, Chris, got something you want to show Dad?" he asked lightly. His younger brother shot him a dirty look, temporarily forgetting Eryn.

"I hate you."