Of All the People
Chapter 23
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: So sorry I took so long, but once again, classes and work have been taking up most of my time. Unfortunately, sleep filled the rest. So finally….
Ok, so I was wrong—I think this story will end with chapter 25, maybe 26. Since I haven't had the time to type anything with classes & work being so crazy, But I've been writing a lot on the commute to work. Hence, the extra chapter :)
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In the past…The duplicate seer had run out of magical ideas. She huffed loudly before she finally offered one more. "Ok, here's my last idea, because I can't think of anything else. So, here's what we know so far—you can't shimmer in; you can't project yourself in; you can't summon them out or yourself in; So--you break in."
Ice blue eyes focused on her with disbelief, "You want me—the Twice Blessed King, to break into my own home, as if I were a common thief?"
She tossed her hair and remarked flippantly, "You got a better idea?"
He frowned for a moment before smiling. She had given him an idea. "As a matter of fact, I do. I'm betting that since I can still sense them here, they haven't found a way into the future yet. So I'm going to walk up to the front door. And they're going to invite me in."
"No way. They'd know you were up to something."
The witch grinned slyly. "I know. That's why I'm going as you. Bearing gifts. I'll offer them a spell to get to the future." He closed his eyes for a moment, glamouring himself into the seer. "How do I look?"
The duplicate seer nodded in appreciation. "Absolutely stunning," she replied before he shimmered away.
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Darryl looked at the child in his arms warily before Piper scolded him. "He's still a baby Darryl. Right now, there's not an evil bone in his body, so you're safe from him."
"And the big version?"
Leo added confidently, "Well, he protected you for some reason or another from Chris, so I'm pretty sure you're in the clear. Just look after the little guy for us until we get back from the future."
When the couple arrived back in the attic, Phoebe and Paige were working on a spell to take them to the future.
"Anything?" Piper asked hopefully.
Phoebe handed her older sister a spell. "We can't seem to get the portal to open again, so we wrote one more for you to read alone. Then hopefully, we could just tag along for the ride."
"Hear these words, hear this rhyme, I call upon the Halliwell line,
send us forward to where we'll find, that wayward son of mine."
When nothing happened, the paper fluttered to the floor uselessly as Piper's shoulders drooped in frustration. "There has to be a way. I mean, how did Bianca and Wyatt do it?"
"Maybe you have to be evil to do it?" Paige offered helpfully.
Both sisters shrugged just as the doorbell rang. "We don't have time for this." Piper ran to the window and snapped, "Go away!"
Leo jumped up, eager to be doing something to take his mind off of their failure. "I'll get it."
Orbing downstairs immediately, he quickly flung open the front door and prepared to reject the visitor, only a bit nicer than his wife just did. He stared at the scantily clad figure for a moment, unable to find his voice.
Wyatt lowered his head while he tried to control his laughter at his unsuspecting father. So that's how to shut the old man up…he thought to himself. In the future, he would never even consider glamouring himself into someone of the opposite sex, but it seemed that here in the past, his brother's wry sense of humor had indeed rubbed off on him.
He decided to embarrass the Elder even further as he waved the feminine, well-manicured hand toward the sidewalk. The clothing was already earning shocked glances from the neighbors. "Should I stand out here and advertise some more, or would you prefer I come in?"
"Uh…"
Wyatt pushed his father aside and stepped in boldly, the seer's feminine voice filtering out of his mouth. "I'll take that as a yes. Before you ask any questions, let me just answer them to save us both some time. Yes, I'm a demon—a seer to be more specific, so I'm pretty neutral. I serve my own interests. I have information I know you are looking for—like how to get to the future. I have in my mind a spell—that will take you there. I've got some demons tracking me that would very much like to vanquish me, so my only conditions are that you take me with you so that I can get out of this mess. Deal?"
Piper called from the top of the stairs, "Leo, who's at the door?"
Leo still looked stunned by the lengthy explanation and answered his wife in a calm and simple voice, "Just a demon."
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In the future…Chris laughed as the blonde hit the ground again after being telekinetically dropped from the ceiling. "Either you just really enjoy pain, or you're holding back. Either way, I'm getting bored, so I'm just going to head on back now."
Kira shimmered back in, her arms crossed sternly as she watched the clone struggling to pick himself up off the floor.
Chris turned at her sudden appearance and laughed again. "I thought you said he could keep me here," he taunted with amusement, striding confidently over to the wall and began drawing the family crest.
Finally able to stand, the blonde spun around defensively, "You told me I couldn't kill him!"
"Yes, but I never told you to turn yourself into a piñata!"
Smirking while he finished drawing, Chris asked the seer, "So who is he?"
No point in denying it now…She shrugged and finally admitted, "Your brother conjured him so that no one would notice his absence when he went back to deal with you."
Chris looked surprised, "And no one has figured it out yet? I mean, he may look and sound like Wyatt, but somehow, he's just not as scary when he's landing on his ass!"
The blonde huffed indignantly as Chris taunted him further, "Do you even have any of his powers?"
"Only the deadly ones. He didn't want to take a chance with the passive ones–just in case someone got the bright idea to try and overthrow him."
Rolling his eyes sarcastically, Chris retorted, "Oh, right. Couldn't risk loosing his seat of power. Wouldn't that just be awful."
Kira poked her finger in his chest angrily "Actually it would be! Do you have any idea what would happen if they somehow managed to do that while he was gone?"
"Yes, my brother's tyrannical rule would be over. Sounds good to me."
"And as soon as he stepped back trough the portal, they would kill him on sight. Or torture him until his body finally decided to give up on him. Kind of like what you're doing to him."
"Oh give me a break! You act like Wyatt's such a martyr!"
"No, that title is only reserved for you. You don't even get when he's trying to do something to help you."
Chris stared at her incredulously. "Help me? I think it's obvious now that Wyatt doesn't do anything for anybody else, and nothing comes without ulterior motives with him…"
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On the other side of the door, the demon that had come down earlier had been determined to find out what was going on in that attic. His curiosity peeked as he listened to the argument inside. His ears perked up even further when he learned that the man masquerading as Wyatt Halliwell, was in fact no more than a clone that lacked the true power that their ruler dominated them with.
This was almost too easy, he thought. If he rallied the others quickly, they could ambush him unsuspectingly when he crossed the portal. Then only true demons would again rule the underworld--without that damned witch!
He shimmered off hurriedly to gather support…
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Continuing their heated argument, Kira once again defended Wyatt. "Yes, he had ulterior motives, but they all involved saving your pathetic life. I don't know why he would want such a traitor like you by his side."
Chris's retort was cut off when the room suddenly filled up with demons shimmering in. He found it odd that none of the them blinked or flamed in, because he was positive that Wyatt had both darklighters and warlocks on his payroll.
The clone squared his shoulders back and demanded authoritatively, "What is the meaning of this? I haven't summoned any of you. I will deal with this traitor personally."
Kira glanced nervously to the younger Halliwell, sharing a look of unease. She inched closer to him, knowing that she may be needed to get him out there, but she was still too far away when two brute demons blocked her path.
Chris paid her no attention as he quickly plotted an escape. He raised both hands slightly, preparing to conjure fireballs in both.
The clone grew agitated and demanded again, "I asked you a question!"
The demon who had gathered the others seemed to be leading their rebellion and answered for the rest, "For some reason, I don't feel inclined to answer. You know what they say—'while the boss is away…' He turned his head to Chris, "I know you hate him as much as we do—especially after he murdered your girlfriend," he threw in to incite his anger. He kept his grin under wraps when he noticed the young man's jaw twitch and he could tell it had the desired effect, so he continued. "We'll give you the one opportunity that you've been dying for…"
Chris allowed a small grin to creep onto his features. If Wyatt had been there, he may have been tempted to mock him childishly with, 'see, you can't trust a demon.' Outloud, he questioned, "And what might that be?"
"The chance to end his rule."
"You want me to help you so that you can kill him, I suppose?"
"Of course. Surprise is the only way to eliminate the Twice Blessed Witch."
"Sounds good to me," Chris offered with a menacing grin. When the rest of the demons relaxed a bit, his features soon fell into an emotionless mask. "But if anyone's going to kill him—it's me!" He let loose a volley of fireballs, surprising them all with his new power.
Nearly every demonic presence in the room seemed to panic at the new display. No on had ever managed to turn the younger Halliwell; not even his own brother. And those were definitely demonic powers. Now that they had, Christopher Halliwell posed more of a threat to the magical world than he ever did while good. One ruthless Halliwell brother was bad enough. But if two joined forces, they would become unstoppable.
With their numbers severely dwindling, the demons soon scurried out of the way and finally gathered their wits about them and began attacking.
Having no offensive powers, the seer ducked out of the way when both sides began trading deadly weapons. She slid into a corner inconspicuously and watched the younger Halliwell and clone fighting side by side. Now that the blonde duplicate was free to unleash the only powers he possessed, he did so with astounding accuracy. Together, they demolished the hoard of demonic mutineers.
Kira muttered to herself, "Hmm, they may actually win this thing…"
Apparently, she spoke too soon. As fast as one was vanquished, two more arrived in its place, and it was obvious that both Chris and the clone were beginning to tire. With the sheer numbers that they were facing, there was no way they could continue to gain the upper hand.
She bit her lip nervously as Chris twisted his body to the side, barely missing the athame that whizzed by him. If he got himself killed, Wyatt would surely fry her and everyone she had ever met. Desperately wishing for a weapon of some sort, she almost squealed in delight when a knife skidded across the floor in her direction courtesy of a fallen demon.
Picking it up, she easily made her way through the crowd since they had their backs to her, dismissing the demoness as a threat. With expert precision, she vanquished several before they turned on her and she was once again dodging fireballs to save her own life.
The clone caught sight of her movement. He yelled and cleared her a path to Chris. "Get him out of here, Kira!"
She nodded and moved to the brunette, preparing to shimmer him out of danger when he suddenly jerked out of her grasp.
"I'm not leaving! And I can get out myself!" he explained stubbornly.
"No, you ca—DUCK!" she screamed as a fireball sizzled his way.
Instead of doing as she ordered, Chris tried to flame out of the way, stunned when nothing happened. Luckily for him, the seer tackled him out of harms way, shimmering them both out of the attic before they hit the ground.
TBC…
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