Of All the People

Chapter 21

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: Dont shoot me--I've been doing homework. But I took a break to do this instead. Happy:) Don't shoot me.

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Phoebe was still absently trying to get the attention of her sisters by tapping them, unaware that she was walking.

Paige heard her and spun around to where the empath had been standing moments ago. Her eyes widened as she saw what she meant. "Piper, look!" she pointed then grabbed her hand to run after Phoebe.

Phoebe hurried as fast as her stiletto pumps would carry her. "Darryl! Are you ok?"

He brushed himself off, looking around warily. "You couldn't hear me? Or see me? I was yelling for you since your whitelighter went psycho on me. And he called me, 'Uncle'—and who was that other strange guy—was that the demon who put Chris under a spell or something? 'Cause those nut's tried to kill me!"

Piper winced at the description, looking a bit sheepish. "Uh, sorry?"

"What are you sorry for?"

"Well, uh, both of those 'nuts' are my sons. And apparently, if he called you 'Uncle', they're both your godson's too."

"What!"

Leo answered, "Chris is our son too, and the tall-mean-looking blonde? That was sort of—well that was Wyatt. From the future. And I'm guessing that he somehow put a glamour over you so that Chris would think that you were dead. He saw, we all saw, exactly what Wyatt wanted us to see."

Darryl just looked shaken up, unable to get over the fact that Chris was their son. "Oh. Wow. Chris is your son? Why didn't you tell me?"

"We just found out a week ago ourselves."

The detective wrinkled his brow as he suddenly grew defensive, "Well, I didn't do anything to the kid, I swear! So why is he trying to kill me?"

"We think he's under a spell tat Wyatt put him under and—" Piper began explaining then broke off mid-sentence. "He tricked him into going back to the future, and they're probably leaving—right now. We have to stop them!"

"LET'S GO!" they all chimed in, except for Darryl, who seemed to think it was a good thing the two were leaving.

"You too!" Piper added and grabbed his arm before he had a chance to protest.

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They orbed into the attic just in time to see the portal lit, shouting the young man's name.

About to take a step, Chris halted and turned as he heard their voices. His breath caught in his throat when he saw his godfather standing beside his mother, perfectly safe and unharmed. He moved to back away form the portal because there was no way he was stepping throughafter his brother had apparently lied to him. "You son of a—"

"HEY!" Piper objected.

Looking a slight bit guilty for what he almost said, he searched his mind for another curse to hurl at his brother, "—witch"

Phoebe snickered, "He's got you there, Piper."

"You two aren't going anywhere," the eldest Charmed One stated as she raised her hands to freeze them both, assuming that as now former good witches, her powers would work on them. She was highly surprised when it didn't, and Wyatt just turned and smirked at her before facing his brother as he spoke.

"The deal is off Wyatt."

"You seem to be under the impression that you have a choice here."

Chris sneered and pushed him, "I should have known I couldn't trust a snake like you." If he expected his brother to be hurt by his words, he would have been disappointed. Wyatt only shrugged calmly as he raised his arms.

The younger man immediately recognized the signs and tried to flame out of the way, but he wasn't fast enough as he was pulled to the ground. No form of teleportation, demonic or otherwise worked in the midst of this particular power of the Twice-Blessed Witch.

The cyclone of wind that Wyatt had just generated had forced everyone in the attic, except for himself, to grab hold of a stable object.

Papers, potions, books, rugs, and everything else that wasn't nailed down was sucked up into the whirlwind and redirected wherever the witch chose.

The wind whipped her hair into her eyes as Piper struggled to hold on to her youngest sister, who looked as if she were flying the way her body stretched out in mid air. "What's happening?" she demanded of her husband, who was struggling to hold onto Phoebe and Darryl with all of this Elder strength. "It looks like Wyatt can control the elements."

"We have to stop him!" Phoebe said uselessly as her heel was ripped from her foot and careened toward the portal. The only benefit, she could see, of loosing such an expensive shoe was that Wyatt had to duck the stiletto that nearly impaled him, causing him to loose some of his concentration—and force of the cyclone.

Chris was already partially in the portal, his grip only maintained by three already straining fingers that gripped the wall beside it.

The wind picked up in speed and intensity and he looked up, only to find his brother waiving goodbye at him with one hand mockingly. Any response he intended was silenced as his fingers lost their tenuous grip and he found himself being sucking back into the future by the cyclone.

Wyatt turned slowly, the only part of his bodyaffected by the miniature tornado was his hair flapping in the wind. He noted that everyone was barely holding on, including his mother and aunts who were all several feet off the ground.

With a smirk, he abruptly dropped his arm, while he pointed his finger at his mother, lowering her gently to the ground. His Aunts, however, hit the floor with a painful thud.

Paige glared at her nephew evilly as she picked herself up, her eyes darting to the eldest sister who hadn't been dropped as unceremoniously as she had. She threw her hands on her hips and tapped her foot impatiently as she continued to shoot daggers at him.

He grinned at her mischievously and shrugged, offering her a simple explanation for the favoritism. "She's pregnant."

"You have a lot of explaining to do, young man. After we go and get your brother."

Wyatt threw up his shield blocking their path to the portal. "Well I'm afraid, Mother, that I don't have enough time to give you one. And honestly, I wouldn't even if I did. But the point is, I have to get back to the future—otherwise, his new subjects may kill him before I get there." He turned and took a step.

But the Twice-Blessed ruler couldn't stop his mouth from gaping open in surprise as his Aunt called for the portal and orbed it out of his reach. He had thought that only his brother still did things that shocked him, but apparently, he just hadn't been around the rest of his family enough.

Piper smirked at the stupefied expression he wore. "Since he flames and throws fireballs, I think he can handle himself against a few of your minions. But it's you I don't trust with his well being."

Wyatt narrowed his eyes and sneered, "I don't need to be here to get back to the future."

Darryl watched in surprise as his godson just shimmered out. "He shimmered. I thought shimmering was an evil power?"

Piper raised her eyebrow, answering acerbically. "Uh, yeah. By the way, you didn't happen to catch any of that when he kidnapped his brother and tried to kill us with a tornado in our attic? Paige—where did you orb the portal?"

"Into the mausoleum. I figured no one would notice it in there."

"Nice Paige," Piper tapped her on the shoulder proudly. "Let's just hope that isn't Wyatt's first stop."

Realizing her error, she lowered her head sheepishly as Piper herded them downstairs demanding, "Come on, People. We have to find a way to get to the future so we can save my son."

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In the future, a figured tumbled out of the portal and landed in a heap on the floor. He looked up to find that he was not alone.

She lifted her head, parting her long and dark tresses from her eyes and stared at him disinterestedly while she continued to file her nails. "Took you long enough. I've been waiting here for days. You know, that looked like it hurt. Not exactly the most graceful entrance I've ever seen."

He rolled over and sat up, still far too infuriated to get up off his position on the floor. He fixed his sage-green eyes on the scantily clad woman with disdain. "You again. Did the two of you plan this?"

She blew the dust from her nails before offering him a wide grin. "Yes and no. It just sort of fell into place. Kind of how you just did."

"You were supposed to have been vanquished decades ago. Why are you still alive harassing me?"

"First, I'm not harassing you. Second, most of your family only thought I was vanquished. You see, I had a premonition—oh wait, no I didn't. Seer's don't have premonitions—we have visions. So anyway, I had this vision that Zankou was going to kill me—you know, I never did like that guy—I had this vision—"

He huffed impatiently and stood up, "You mentioned that already. Care to get to the point?"

She ignored him pointedly and continued her roundabout response. "So as I was saying, I happened to mention this vision to your brother. You know, right after you took off to go and murder your godfather? Yeah, I know about that dirty little secret of yours. So anyway, he said he could conjure a duplicate for me that Zankou could vanquish while I vanish into the sunset. I was supposed to wait in hiding living a completely normal and carefree life until he became the ruler of the world—or at least until he got out of diapers. His first orders, given back then, were to wait here for you. So, you may as well get comfortable since this is where you'll be staying for the rest of your foreseeable—and I do foresee all—future."

"I don't think so. I'm not staying. And if you think you're keeping me here…" Chris smiled sinisterly as he powered up a fireball, leaving his threat hanging in the air.

Her eyes suddenly raked over him with interest while she circled him predatorily, "Ooh. When I first saw you, I thought that you were far too much of a whitelighter for my taste, if you get my drift. But I like this whole new you. It's very—" she shimmered out of the path of the first fireball he threw at her before appearing behind him, "--hot."

"I am not interested. But I am going to vanquish you for real if you don't get out of my way. You can't keep me here."

She pouted and batted her dark lashes for a moment. "Pity. But you're probably right, I can't." She nodded to the doorway where the taller figure was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. The black ensemble he wore matched the dark scowl on the blonde-haired main's face. "But he can…"

TBC…

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