Of All the People

Chapter 19

By teal-lover

Summary: Wyatt reflects on the events after Chris Crossed and decides to do something about it.

Rating: PG13, T

Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, just borrowing, promise to give them back when done, don't get any money for this.

AN: Sorry it's been so long guys, but I've been on vacation for the last couple of weeks, and I didn't have access to the net. But I have been writing! With old fashioned paper & pens;( Now I just have to type it up. So more soon, I hope…Thanks for being patient.

Here's a longer chapter for you:)

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Manor – 2004 Original Future

Piper sat on the couch panting heavily as her husband pleaded with her, "Piper, you have to go to the hospital."

"No," she growled adamantly, "Wyatt was born in the manor, and I want—" before she could finish her sentence, another wave of pain hit. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly as she practiced her breathing techniques, calming it down slightly and allowing her to finish her thought. "I want Chrissie to be born here too…"

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Wrinkling his nose disgustedly into the seers pool, Chris cocked his head inquisitively as he asked his brother, "Chrissie?"

The blonde grinned smugly as he replied. "Phoebe had a dream, which she swore was a premonition—that you would be a girl. Wishful thinking is more like it. Christine Melinda Halliwell—Chrissie for short—was your name, at least until you finally decided to make an appearance. But thanks to her, you still came home wrapped in that hideous little pink outfit that she bought."

Chris' head shot up in horror, "Is that why I've never seen any of my baby pictures?"

"Trust me, I did you a favor by destroying them. Now be quiet and watch…" he instructed as their eyes drifted back to the manor.

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Leo was on his knees in front of his wife, "Piper, please. You have to listen to me. You're already overdue by at least a day—so long that Phoebe had to leave until it was time. But you've had so many complications with this pregnancy, and I just have a bad feeling that something may be wrong with the baby—and you could be in danger too."

"Then you could just heal us," she answered stubbornly.

Leo was beginning to panic as he stood up and paced across from her, "I could heal you, but if the baby is still born or something Piper, I can't heal the dead. Please!"

Seeing that he was genuinely concerned, Piper began to push herself up from the couch. "Ok, fine. Who's gonna' watch Wyatt?"

The doorbell rang, agitating her already volatile mood. "Oh, that had better not be a demon, because I swear I will blow his a—"

He paused, shrugging his head in disbelief, "Ringing the doorbell?"

"Just get the damned door!" she yelled, stirring him into action.

Darryl stood on the other side while his four year old son pouted and hid behind his legs. He smiled cheerily, "I found Wuvey." He reached down and guided the child in front, "Robbie, hand it over."

"I don't want to!" he stomped his foot petulantly.

His father groaned impatiently as he took the little boy by the arm, "I don't care what you want, Robbie. You are going to give Wyatt his bear back and then you're going to apologize for taking it." He looked up to the other man, "I'm sorry, Leo. I know how much of a mess this caused."

"Well, I've got the perfect way to make it up to us. I need you to keep an eye on Wyatt while I take Piper to the hospital. She's in labor. Phoebe was tied up and is going to meet us there as soon as she can."

"Sure, no problem. Come on Robbie. You can give it back personally." They headed upstairs as Leo whisked the expectant mother away.

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In the underworld, Wyatt's eyes darkened in fury as he began to realize what was being shown. He telekinetically pinned the seer to the wall. "Why are you showing this?"

She clawed at her neck while he closed his fist and struggled to answer. "I have no control over what is seen. You asked for the truth and that's what it's showing."

"Well stop it!"

"I can't. I can only start the vision. It will end when it shows what it wants to be seen. Killing me won't help you either, it will continue to play until that happens."

"I can solve that problem," Wyatt grimaced as he powered up an energy ball, his brother blocking his path to the pool.

"No way, Wyatt. You're not going to destroy the one thing that may tell me why I suddenly have demonic powers. And if you do, well then I guess I'll have to assume that you lied to me about the potion's effects. Won't I?" green eyes flashed dangerously.

Grudgingly, he extinguished the energy ball at the same moment he released the seer, standing aside for Chris to view the scene again.

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Darryl had the blonde toddler nestled in his arms as he began to lay him down for a nap. He smoothed his baby fine hair back and smiled as the child sighed contentedly. He gently untwined the tiny fingers from his shirt. Sleepily, baby blue eyes drifted in and out as the child fell asleep in his godfather's arms.

From across the room, Robbie watched the scene wide awake, secretly glad that it wasn't him that had to go to bed. He turned around to face a strange sound behind him, crying out frightfully as the monster picked him up. "DADDY!"

Before he could even set the toddler down, Darryl spun around only to face his greatest fear. A demon stood holding his youngest son in a vice-like grip, threatening him with an athame.

He wanted to call for help, but knew that Leo was unlikely to leave his wife and get there in time. And damn if Paige wasn't still a stone statue wrapped safely in a comforter in her bedroom until they could find a way to reverse the actions of the Titans. He needed magical help, but he was going to have to rely on his own devices at the moment. He reached down to his hip, feeling around for the gun typically ensconced in his holster, only to find that it wasn't there.

He cursed under his breath when he realized that he had left it home since it was his day off to spend with his children, and he promised Sheila that they would never be around weapons. But the demon currently holding a knife to his son's neck apparently didn't get that memo. "Don't hurt him, please?" he tried to ask calmly.

With a feral grin, the demon pointed to the child in Darryl's arms, now wide awake and watching the scene with interest. "I'll trade you mine for yours."

Darryl shook his head emphatically at the unexpected negotiation. "No. No way."

The demon held the athame closer to the child, breaking the skin slightly and causing him to cry louder.

The detective glanced down at the toddler in his own arms, and his eyes met with the big blue eyes that were still so full of trust and innocence as he tried to decipher what was going on. It didn't matter to the little witch, because there were very few people he felt safe around, and his Uncle Darryl was one of them.

Darryl gripped the child a little tighter, "Please, I can't. He's just a baby."

"That witch is anything but!" the demon sneered as he pointed to Wyatt. He held up the little boy in his arms, "Now this, this is just a baby. Soon to be a dead baby. But you'll be the one to have to explain that one to its mother. So I suggest you make up your mind. The child—or the witch."

The closer the knife moved to his son's throat, the closer Darryl Morris came to panicking. He couldn't allow Robbie to be hurt, so after several long minutes of contemplation, he finally convinced himself that the blonde-haired child had far more powers than even the Charmed ones. By those rights, if anyone could protect themselves, it was him. He would be fine until his family could rescue him.

The detective nodded slowly before moving closer, "Put him down first," he ordered the demon nervously.

As the exchange was made, the older man tried his best to avoid the baby blue eyes that stared at him in surprise, bright with unshed tears as the demon gripped him under his waist.

No longer feeling the safety of his protector, Wyatt started to raise his shield, but stared at the floor in wonder as it too failed him. Somehow, the creature holding him was blocking it. He didn't understand it. Any of it. Or why his friend who had always been so kind to him would send him away. The small boy locked eyes with Darryl sadly one last time before he was shimmered out of the safety of the manor.

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In the underworld, all of the color drained from Chris' face and his heart began beating wildly. Ice blue eyes avoided him, instead glaring into the pool as the ground shook beneath them.

The dust and rubble from the cave began showering down on the trio. Chris turned to his brother, knowing that it was his loss of control that was causing the potential cave in. He couldn't allow the pool to be destroyed since he only had the answer to one of his questions. He hadn't seen the older witch loose it like that in years. But then again, he could very easily imagine that's how things must have looked after his first flight to the past. By the time Bianca had brought him back home, the elder witch had had plenty of time to calm down—at least, a little, he chided himself after remembering Wyatt's fist telekinetically closing on his windpipe. "Wyatt!"

Snapping his fingers in front of the older man, Chris groaned in frustration while he was again ignored. Finally, he grabbed his arm and spun him around, "WYATT!"

"WHAT!" he answered tersely.

"Stop this!" he demanded. As the dust cleared, he continued, "Look, I understand now. Why you're so angry. Darryl betrayed you."

The blonde focused his intense stare on his younger brother pointedly, "Everyone has betrayed me. It would seem that is also part of my destiny, wouldn't it?"

Chris chose to ignore the reference to his own part in Wyatt's anger. "I'll bet that was the first time that ever happened, wasn't it. And you still remember it. Someone once told me that 'trust is a precious commodity. Once you loose it, it's pretty hard to get it back.'"

Wyatt merely folded his arms and turned away from him.

Chris turned to the seer, and nodded appreciatively. "Well, it wasn't the answer I was looking for, but it was the answer I came here for, so thank you."

She bowed curtly as he began to flame out.

"Where are you going?" Wyatt hissed and halted him in tracks.

"I have something I have to take care of first."

"We had a deal!"

Chris allowed a devious grin to play across his features. "Which I will honor. But you never specified a time when I had to honor it. Later, Wy."

The Twice Blessed Witch fumed angrily as his brother flamed out of the cavern. He moved to follow the younger witch, but the seer interrupted his exit. "My king?"

"Not now," he gritted out impatiently.

She stammered nervously, "But this is important."

"What?"

She directed her hand to the rippling waters, "The pool still plays."

"And?"

"He only saw what he needed to see. But that does not mean that it was complete…"

Wyatt shrugged as he watched his child self being hunted by Gideon and his demonic accomplices. "I know. It's not my fault if the boy never learned patience."

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Darryl ducked the ball of flames that was just aimed at his head while he continued running. "What's gotten into you, man?"

The dark-haired witch glared coldly as he powered up another fireball. After finally finding the cause of Wyatt's downhill path and all of the pain and heartbreak it had caused, Christopher Halliwell wasn't in a very generous or forgiving mood. But there was something holding him back, else he would have incinerated the detective before he even had a chance to take a step. Brushing that strange thought aside, he decided to answer the question honestly before hurling another fireball. "You know, I'd be interested to find that one out myself, but I'm a little preoccupied at the moment."

Darryl hid behind a dumpster in the alleyway, hoping that he could somehow talk sense into the young whitelighter. "What are you, possessed or something? Why are you doing this? What have I ever done to you? I've done nothing except protect the sisters, isn't that why you're supposedly here?"

"No, actually. I'm here to protect someone else. From you."

"I'm not a threat to anyone…"

"And I'm going to make sure that it stays that way."

The detective's heart beat faster as the flames singed his hair when the fireball came dangerously close. "That was too close." He looked up and shouted, "PAIGE! LEO! Your whitelighter has gone nuts!"

Chris threw his head back and laughed sardonically, "Oh, now you want to call for Leo? Why didn't you do that before just handing over his son to a demon!"

"I don't know what you're talking about Chris, please. I would never do that."

"And you never will…I'm sorry, Uncle Darryl," the young witch whispered as he closed his eyes and tossed the fireball in his palm.

The older man was so stunned by the words, that he forgot to duck. "Uncle?"

TBC…

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