He hung limply in the chains that bound him, feeling the drain of the spells Wyatt had been using on him. Wyatt had come in an hour before, and forced more of the un-orbing potion down Chris's throat, and then had gagged him, so he couldn't get away. There was no way for him to say a spell, and no way to orb, so he just had to hope that the sisters would find him before the buyer came, but that solution was becoming less and less likely. There was a growing feeling of dread in the pit of Chris' stomach as he heard a lot of talking coming from the other room.

His struggles to free himself renewed, and his shoulders burned from the effort. He remembered how he had escaped the chains when he had been captured by a demon before, and cringed. But then again if it had worked before, then it could work again.

He shut his eyes, and bit his lip. Yanking his hands, he dislocated his thumbs, and pulled his hands through the chains. Now that his hands were free, he fell to the floor with an unceremonious, 'thump.' The voices quieted, and he saw the door start to open. He pulled the gag from his mouth, put his thumbs back in their joints, and stood, ready to fight. The door opened the rest of the way, and Chris tensed.

Wyatt looked at Chris with a dumbfounded expression on his face. How had Chris gotten loose? He wondered. The thought fled as he saw the blood drain from Chris' face. He looked in the direction of his gaze, and saw Heather, the women paying for Chris. "What's the matter Chris, don't like Heather?" Wyatt asked in a condescending tone.

"If you think that's Heather, or even a woman, you should check your witch status. That is Lycaleon, the demon that killed mom." Chris yelled. He lunged at Lycaleon, only to be tossed against the wall with a wave of the demon's hand. The disguise dropped and Lycaleon stood there before them in his true form.

Lycaleon had long, stringy, black hair, and electric blue eyes. From his right lower cheek, to above his eye brow, there was a jagged scar. Chris had done that with an athame the day that Lycaleon had killed their mom. Chris turned his attention to Wyatt and sneered at the shocked look that was plastered on his face.

"You the all powerful, twice-blessed dark lord; couldn't even sense a simple concealment spell. Especially on the person that killed our mother." He yelled, standing up. His arm wrapped around his stomach, protecting the rib that had been broken when he had been thrown against the wall. He turned back to Lycaleon, and said in a cold tone; "And you; you sadistic, self serving, son-of-a-bi--" He was cut off in mid-word. Lycaleon raised his hand, and sent Chris into the wall, and smashing back against the wall. He closed his hand, and Chris started clawing at his throat, as an invisible force started choking him.

"You should watch your tongue." Lycaleon hissed. He raised his other hand, and made a punching motion, sending a telekinetic punch into Chris' stomach. He was about to do it again, when Wyatt formed an electric and fire ball in his hand, and threw it into his chest. As soon as Lycaleon was just a pile of ashes, something happened to Wyatt.

Chris looked on in shock. Wyatt turned from a long haired all black wearing demon lord, into something Chris thought he would never see again. Wyatt's long, curly, hair went to a short spiked, and he was suddenly wearing a white tee-shirt and sand blasted blue jeans. He turned to look at Chris, his usual cold blue eyes, showing joy, and concern.

"You okay?" He asked, walking over.

"Yeah, peachy." Chris muttered, and Wyatt stopped, looking at him as if he had been stricken. "Look, you were evil since I was fourteen, and you just turned completely different..." Chris said, looking up at him. Wyatt's face formed into one of understanding. "You probably won't remember anything later anyway." He added. He tried to stand, and made it into a hunched position, gasping at the pain in his ribs, and shoulder. Wyatt ran over to him, and helped him stand, placing an arm around his waist.

"I'm sorry that I can't heal you, but dad never got the chance to show me, before..." He started to say, and then cut off as his voice broke.

"Hey, it's not your fault that he left when mom was killed." Chris soothed, 'It was mine' He added mentally. The anger, and resentment that he had been holding against his brother for years, started to dissipate. Memories started to drift away from his grasp, and new ones formed. His concentration was broken when he felt pain course through his ribs and shoulder again. He looked at Wyatt, and asked; "Can you orb us to the manor, I don't think I can at the moment." Wyatt looked surprised at his brother's admission, and then agreed.

A shower of bright blue encased them, and they dissipated moments later, leaving them in the attic of the manor. Wyatt helped Chris over to the couch, and then set himself on a mission to find Piper, Phoebe, and Paige. Coming back moments later, Piper immediately hugged Chris, and he hissed in pain. She looked at him dismayed, and said; "Shirt off, now mister." He agreed, and took a long and careful time trying to get it over his head.

Once his shirt was removed, they saw his shoulder and torso covered in bruises. "LEO!" Piper yelled. When there was no answer after a few minutes, she again yelled; "LEO! Get your white-lighting ass down here this instant, your son needs you!"

Within seconds he appeared, and asked; "What's wrong with Wyatt?" The whole room went quiet, and Chris looked depressed. He put his shirt back on, and Leo looked at him. Seeing the depressed look that now only filled Chris' eyes; seeing him shut down again; he started walking towards Chris, only to have Wyatt stand in his way.

"You stay the hell away from him, you bastard!" Wyatt growled. Everyone in the room looked to him. "He just saved the future, from me; and you still treat him like you did, when you blamed him for mom's death." Everyone gasped, and tears formed in Chris' eyes when they looked to him. He stood up, and orbed out. Wyatt searched for him desperately, and found him on top of The Golden Gate Bridge. "Oh SHIT!" He said, and everyone looked back to him.

"What-" Leo started to ask, but was cut off by a hard right hook into his jaw by Wyatt.

"You did this, you always do this. Treat him like shit, and then wonder why he wants to kill himself. Did you know that he has thought about killing himself almost constantly since he's been here, because of you. Stay the hell away from him, or deal with me." With that he orbed out, leaving a room full of shocked family.

Wyatt orbed to the bridge, and saw Chris sitting there, his eyes full of tears. "Why does he hate me so much, Wy?" Chris asked, his voice so small, that Wyatt could barely hear him.

He walked over, and wrapped his arms around his little brother, who leaned into his embrace. "I don't know, Chris, I don't know." He whispered, and soothed his little brother for a while more. After about twenty minutes, he said; "Why don't we get you to the hospital. You need to get you shoulder and ribs looked at bud." When Chris nodded, he orbed them to P3, and then they walked to the hospital.

The whole time they were walking, and then while Wyatt was waiting for Chris at the hospital, all Wyatt thought was, 'I don't know Chris, but I promise that he won't hurt you again.'

A/N: So what did you think?

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