Of All the People

Chapter 25

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.

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Chris closed his eyes to concentrate while he searched for the natural powers born to him.

Five minutes later, Kira sat on a stone slab in the corner tapping her foot impatiently. The clone shook his head in frustration before he punched the younger man in the arm. "This is useless. Do a spell."

Green eyes popped open and glared at him, "I can't think of one…"

"Well I did."

"Then do it."

Ice blue eyes met a set of brown ones mischievously before he answered slowly, as if he were explaining to a four year old. "I-am-not-a-witch-genius. I-can't-do-spells!"

Chris dipped his head in embarrassment and allowed the dark bangs to cover his eyes. "Oh. Wait, what about the anti-transportation spell around the manor?"

"I had a witch cast it."

"Ok. Well let's hear your spell then…"

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Forty minutes later…

The clone sat in the corner grinning smugly while the youngest Halliwell practiced combining the powers he possessed, both natural and recently acquired. Even he had to admit that the inventive use of the powers, and Chris' quick study of them, was impressive.

When Chris thought he was ready, he turned to the blonde inquisitively, "What should I call you, anyway?"

"How about, SIR?"

Rolling his eyes at the similar arrogance, Chris remarked flippantly, "You really are his clone, aren't you. Whatever. Look, when we shimmer in, the two of you will have to take out as many as you can while I change the transportation spell to prevent any more from coming. We'll have to work fast since we won't be able to get out either."

Kira nodded in mock appreciation before her face turned sour. "That sounds like a good plan. But what am I supposed to do to take them out? Vision them to death?"

"Can you fire a gun?"

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2003…

Hearing her husband mention the word demon, Piper flew down the steps, her sisters hot on her heels. She raised her hands and prepared to blow up the intruder, but her husband jumped in front of their son masquerading as the demonness.

"Whoa! Wait Piper. She's just a seer, and she has a spell to get us to the future—if we help her and take her along."

Piper glared at her husband and turned to the brunette suspiciously, "And just who put you up to this?"

Wyatt spoke in an exasperated tone with the woman's voice, "I'm a seer. That means I see things…Like the fact that you need to get to the future. And like the demons who want to vanquish me because I gave them advice they didn't like—even if it was true."

Piper narrowed her eyes and barked, "Wait here." She spun around on her heels and herded her sisters back up the stairs.

Ten minutes later, she emerged again and waived the seer and her husband up to the attic.

When Wyatt sauntered over to the drawing of the triquetra, he prepared to say the spell and duck through it before they could tag along.

He hadn't planned on his mother sliding up beside him and slapping a bracelet to his wrist, with the other attached to her own. "What's this?" he demanded angrily and tugged on the cuff.

She smiled smugly, "Magical handcuffs. You're not getting out of these. Where you go, I go. What's the matter? You're a seer. Didn't you see this coming?"

Wyatt cursed under his breath at the snicker his aunts made. He didn't remember the Power of Three ever being that cunning and devious. Though after a moment, he couldn't help the slight grin that escaped. As irritating as the women were to him at the moment, it's what kept him and his brother alive until they were old enough to protect themselves. Besides, that is the reason he created a shrine in the future for them.

He didn't have time to counter their spell, and physical resistance would only risk hurting his pregnant mother. Now he would have to take her along. At least he could still shorten the spell and only allow for him and his mother to get through. Once they were through, he could send her back easily enough. Narrowing his eyes at the three, he turned again to the wall and prepared the spell, making a slight alteration.

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2027…

After deciding on a plan, the trio shimmered back into the manor's attic prepared to protect the Twice Blessed Witch against the impending ambush.

Immediately, Chris concentrated and began the modified spell that would prevent additional demons from entering and shifting the balance in their favor. The clone fired off his own brand of deadly weaponry including energy and fire-balls, eliminating any who grew close to the chanting witch.

On his other side, the seer aimed her automatic weapon at any who approached.

The demon laughed at her weapon, "You should know better than that, woman. Bullets won't kill a demon."

"Wanna' bet?" To prove her point, Kira fired at the three demons closet to her and watched with a smirk as they disintegrated from the inside out. "Special bullets," she gloated happily and continued firing.

She had almost had her doubts that the bullets Chris had created would work because she had never seen him throw his electric spikes. His idea of subtly timing the projectiles to convert to fireballs on impact seemed outlandish when he first proposed it. She had never met anyone in all of her hundreds of years of existence who could harness the power of a fireball into a container, especially since they were designed to dissipate on contact with anything. But his wiccan/whitelighter projectiles that could be contained allowed them to start off in another form—bullets—before transforming. And now as she emptied her clip and prepared to reload, her doubts were quickly brushed aside.

Chris could barely contain his excitement and rubbed his hands together before firing off another spread of the converted projectiles. He looked to the other two who where advancing into the crowd of demons. The pair moved quickly and in unison, dodging and destroying as if they had done this before.

He didn't have time to ponder their behavior any further as he was forced to doge a particularly sharp blade that grazed his shoulder. Chris responded by flicking his wrists and sending the spikes barreling into the culprit. He was beginning to grow tired and there were still too many to leave to their own devices. But their odds were better now—only four each, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Though it was short lived as the clone was hit by an energy ball and thrown backwards, cursing under his breath when he realized that the clone was either stunned unconscious, or dead. They couldn't retreat, there were still enough for an effective ambush. He sensed someone moving up behind him, so he dropped to his knees and spun around firing. Not for the first time, Chris was glad he followed his mother's advice when dealing with demons—fire first, ask questions later. That was a little too close for comfort and his wrist was already starting to hurt.

But as he thought about the soreness in his body, the portal began to glow. For the first time in years, he welcomed the thought of his insanely evil brother coming after him.

The majority of demons seemed unwilling to give up their advantage, and soon refocused their efforts on what they hoped would be the Twice-Blessed Witch. They were surprised to find the eldest Charmed One emerging with what was apparently the seer's twin.

Stepping through the portal, Wyatt took in the scene before him. His immediate thought was that his minions were a little too eager to contain his brother and had attacked him on sight. But on closer inspection, he saw his clone lying on the floor with a burn mark on his chest, exactly the size of an energy ball. It didn't take a genius to figure out that his brother didn't posses that power, and saw their attack for what it really was—mutiny. His anger grew by leaps and bounds and he caught his younger brother's eyes.

The brunette had halted his own attack, allowing the older witches to take over. His mother began blowing them up faster than he had ever seen her do in the 14 years he had known her. Apparently, she didn't take well to someone trying to kill her youngest child. Chris turned his attention and grinned at the carbon copy seer attached to his mother's wrist, somehow managing to avoid the full on laughter that situated itself deep in his chest despite the dangerous situation.

In the blink of an eye, Chris had surmised that Piper Halliwell wasn't even aware that she was presently tied to her own first born.

Wyatt had seen enough. Telepathically, he summoned Excalibur and sliced through the metal that bound him to his mother, earning a gasp even as she continued fighting. With one sweep of the other arm, he slammed all of the remaining demons into the wall, knocking them unconscious.

Rising to his feet, Chris threw his brother a look of befuddlement. "Why didn't you just kill them? That's what they were trying to do to you. I mean, what happened to, 'if anyone else tried what you tried, I'd kill them on the spot?"

The hardened, icy glare that often brought shivers to his spine emerged again, seemingly out of place in the mischievous brown, and still very much feminine, eyes. "Have no doubts that I plan to, Christopher. But a very public demonstration of what I do to mutinous traitors like that, is in order."

If his brother's implication had any meaning towards him, Chris dismissed it easily in favor of a highly amused snort. He strolled over to his brother who had yet to change back and caressed the pale blue lace of the bodice. "I like the new look. You know, this could really bring out the color in your eyes…"

Wyatt slapped his hand away at the same moment he removed the glamour once again revealing his natural appearance.

His mother whirled on him angrily, "You tricked us!"

Wyatt sighed in exasperation and held up the remaining end of the magical handcuffs. "Turn-about, Mother. Besides, if I hadn't, your son would have been dead as we speak. Now, if you don't mind—I have business to attend to." He gestured to the portal and muttered the spell that would send her back to her own time.

Chris fired back angrily and shoved him, "You're right, her son would have been dead--you. There were enough of them here to ambush you before you could even figure out what was going on. I didn't have to come back to save your ass! But it seems to be a stupid habit I have, doesn't it?"

One problem at a time… Wyatt thought. It was going to take a tremendous amount of patience to deal with the younger witch. As if he had eyes in the back of his head, the blonde whipped his head around to face his mother trying her best to sneak up on him. His nostrils flared angrily, "WERE MY INSTRUCTIONS NOT CLEAR? I said get out!" The floor began to rumble unsteadily from the force of his emotions, and the windows would have shattered had the glass not been replaced with an unbreakable formula years ago.

"Good idea," Chris quipped and made a break for the open portal. He was stopped after only two steps by his brother's telekinetic grip on his body, dragging him backwards. He yanked and strained at the force that caught him, pointlessly digging his heels in an attempt to stave off the pull.

"You're not going anywhere unless I say so…"

Piper suddenly feared for her youngest son's life, silently wondering if she could fight one son to save another. "Leave him alone, Wyatt!"

"Stay out of this!" he growled and drew the younger man closer…

TBC…

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