A/N: I hope this story is turning out okay. In case anyone's forgotten, the reason they can't get baby Wyatt's blood is because he was with the grown-up Wyatt. At the moment, nobody knows where baby Wyatt is, because grown-up Wyatt wasn't holding him when he got 'stuck'. This story is mainly about Wyatt, Chris and Zach, so we didn't get to see Leo and Piper's reaction to their son being missing, but they wouldn't have been too worried since it's unlikely that Wyatt would hurt himself. Words written in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter 6-

"Cole," Phoebe said faintly, bringing her hand up to her head. "You're –you're dead."

"Obviously not," he replied cheerfully.

"Excuse me, but my son is missing here," Piper said, tearing away her eyes from Cole. "Both of them. Well both versions of them...I mean him. Both versions of him. I mean-"

"You're rambling, Piper," Phoebe said absently, her eyes glued to Cole.

"What do you expect?" she replied irritably.

Piper was confused. She'd just found out that her son was evil, and not only that, but he had come back from the future, and now, his baby-self and his grown-up self were missing.

"Look, we'll find Wyatt, Zach and Chris eventually. I know we will," Leo said calmly, and Piper remembered how much she loved her husband's gentle optimism. Ex-husband, she reminded herself. But he had kissed her the other night- and she hadn't even remembered they had broken up. She couldn't clearly remember everything that had happened in the last few days... it was like a cloud of mist had settled over her mind.

"What are you doing here, Cole?" Leo asked, and Piper remembered he was there with a start. She was too preoccupied with the fact that her son was missing to even think about anything else.

"I'm not exactly sure how I got here," Cole admitted, slightly sheepishly. "I was kind of in limbo."

"Well, I guess we need to re-vanquish you," Paige announced.

"No!" Phoebe protested, and then blushed. "I mean..." She turned to look at Cole. "I don't love you anymore, you know that right?"

Cole nodded, looking disappointed. "Fine, vanquish me."

"Do you have your powers?" Piper asked.

Cole shook his head. "Not anymore. I'm fully mortal."

"We can't kill him, then," Leo said. "He's an innocent."

The Charmed Ones looked at him like he was crazy.

"An innocent?" Paige repeated, dumbfounded.

Leo nodded.

"Well, if you're not going to kill me, I'll do it myself," Cole said, feeling frustrated. He picked up a sharp knife they used for chopping potions ingredients, and was about to drive it into himself when Paige orbed it out of his hand.

"Not this again," Piper muttered, remembering the last time Cole was on a suicidal drive.

"Much as I hate to admit it, Leo's right," Paige told Cole. "We can't kill you, and it would be wrong to just let you die."

Cole glared at her. "So what am I supposed to do?"

"Help us find Wyatt," Piper said, her mind falling back to her missing son.

Zach flinched at the looks his elder brothers were giving each other. He could practically feel the raw hatred radiating between them.

"Uh, in case you guys haven't noticed, nobody can see us," Zach said, looking at his parents and aunts who were staring at Cole. "And why is Cole there?"

"What have you done?" Wyatt asked Chris dangerously, stepping up to him, his face iron-hard.

"Don't blame me!" Chris retorted. "If you hadn't given me some weird poison, you wouldn't have been summoned and transported to limbo."

"Can't we try and get out of here?" Zach asked. He was scared. He had seen Wyatt torture thousands of people, even children. He knew he wouldn't hesitate to kill them.

Wyatt looked at him. "Zachary," he said, his voice icy cold. "You betrayed me."

"Et tu, Chris?"

"I don't need you!"

"Of all the people to betray me..."

Chris threw up his fist and punched Wyatt in the face. "Don't ever accuse us of betraying you!" he hissed. "You have killed every single person we care about, and all we tried to do was save you! I could have killed you as a baby. There were plenty of opportunities, you know."

Wyatt clutched his head for a second, and then turned his furious gaze to Chris. He kicked him in the stomach, and Chris fell to the ground. He hit him, over and over. Zach ran to his brother's side to try and help him, but was shoved into the wall, where he hit his head and fell to the ground, unconscious.

"You couldn't kill me, Christopher," Wyatt sneered. "You don't have the guts."

Chris was breathing shallowly, a trickle of blood dripping from his nose. He knew what Wyatt said was true. He couldn't kill him. He had stood over the baby Wyatt's cot for twenty minutes one day, an athame in his hand. But he just couldn't do it.

Wyatt stood up.

"How could you do that?" Chris choked. "Kill our cousins? Our aunts? Our parents?"

"I killed Palmyra, Patricia and Melinda to destroy the new power of three," Wyatt said icily. "It was necessary. I killed our mother and aunts, purely because they were standing in the way of our plans. Our father, because he didn't come when you called him, when our mother was dying in your arms."

Chris gave a hysterical laugh, and then started coughing. "You killed Mum because she got in the way, and our father because he didn't come to heal her?"

"No, because he didn't come when you called him," Wyatt answered chillingly, and for a second Chris thought he saw a flash of- humanity, in his brother's eyes.

"You hate me," Chris said. "Why would you care?"

"We're still brothers," Wyatt said. "You could be my most trusted advisor. My right hand. I know you have powers you suppressed. Not as many as me, of course, but some."

"Have much of a superiority complex?" Chris muttered sarcastically.

Wyatt's icy-blue eyes flashed dangerously. "You're in dangerous territory, Christopher," he said sadistically. "I'd advise you to join me, if you want Zachary to live."

Besides the wall, Zach was stirring. Chris crawled weakly over to his side. Zach struggled to sit up.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes widening at the blood on Chris' face.

Chris nodded in reply.

"I can still heal and orb, you know," Wyatt said dismissively. "There are only four words that will save you, right now. I-will-join-you."

"We are NOT going to join you!" Chris thundered. "Get that through your thick head already."

"You know, if anyone else tried what you had Christopher, I would have killed them on the spot," Wyatt replied. "But I can forgive you."

"I don't WANT your forgiveness!" Chris shouted. He began coughing, and Zach was shocked to see blood and mucus.

"Stop it!" Zach yelled to Wyatt. "Please, just heal him..."

Wyatt smiled sardonically. "All you have to do is say you'll join me, and he can be healed in an instant."

Zach bit his lip, looking at Chris, whose eyes were closed. He was breathing erratically and his face was pale.

"No, Zach," Chris murmured. "I'll be fine... I can't die here anyway... it's limbo."

"It doesn't mean you can't feel pain! Please, Wyatt," Zach begged. "Chris is our brother. I'm your brother. We need you."

"Not my problem," Wyatt replied frostily.

"I don't think you'll get out of here without us, you know," Zach said, changing his tactic. "No matter how powerful you are, some spells we need all the power of all three of us to work. Similar to how the power of three works."

Wyatt glared at him. "I'll find my own way out of here!"

"Fine! Go away!" Zach yelled. "We don't need you, anyway! We're fine by ourselves. Just fine."

Wyatt raised his hand and Zach could see he was planning to strike Chris away. He flinched and found that he had orbed himself and Chris to the other side of the room.

"I can orb," he muttered, surprised.

Wyatt glared at him. "Of course you can, you idiot. We all can. It was only our witch powers that were taken away."

"You don't orb normally, though," Zach replied. "You shimmer."

"See, this is why you and Christopher would be better off if you stuck with me," Wyatt informed him. "You just don't seem to understand the way magic works. I'm in the past so I have my babyself's powers."

Zach nodded, processing the information. He pulled his jacket off, and held it against Chris' side, trying to stop the blood.

Wyatt watched him, almost in amusement, and then started to walk off.

"Where are you going?" Zach yelled.

"To find a way out," Wyatt replied.

"Well, it seems they're all stuck in limbo," Paige muttered. This was not her day. She'd had to cancel the temp job they'd signed her up for, and she wasn't sure when she could get another one. She slumped back into the couch.

Leo appeared suddenly, in a swirl of blue orbs.

"Jeez, Leo, don't do that," Phoebe said, stepping backwards.

"Wyatt and Zach can only return with Chris," Leo explained. "And Chris can only return if he wants to."

"What do you mean if he wants to?" Piper asked. "He has to come back and help me save my son!"

"Well, the Elders seem to think he can only return if he has something to hold onto, a purpose to live," Leo explained. "That Phoenix, Bianca, may have been enough of a reason, but she's dead now."

Piper felt a sudden stab of guilt, remembering the way she'd treated the Chris he past few days. He had just lost someone he loved very much, and yet she'd still treated him horribly.

"Well, what do we know about him?" Phoebe asked. "Maybe there's something else we could remind him of. You know, talk to his... body, and see if it brings him back to life."

They were quiet then, all trying to remember something that might help them save Chris, which would allow them to then save Wyatt and Zach.

"You guys have been around him for what, almost a year, and you still don't know anything about him?" Cole asked. "That's just great."

Piper glared at him. "Are you sure we're not allowed to kill him, Leo?"

"Believe me, I'm not liking this anymore than you are," Cole replied. They could all hear the bitterness and grief behind the sarcasm.

"Maybe we could go into his memories," Paige suggested. "We might find out something that was important to him."

Cole shook his head. "That doesn't sound like a good idea. It would almost certainly backfire."

"Nobody was asking you, demon-boy," Piper snapped.

"Demon-boy?" Cole retorted. "I'm over a thousand years old! And like I said, I am now no more demon than you are."

"Can we focus on the issue here, please?" Leo said impatiently. "We need to save our son." He bit his tongue, almost saying sons, but remembering that they didn't know who Zach was yet, and that Zach didn't want them to know.

"Yeah," Piper agreed. "I think we should go with the memory-spell idea."

Everyone agreed except for Cole, who was silent, knowing that they could very well find out about Chris and Zach if they just searched through Chris' memories. He didn't know why exactly he wanted to help Chris, but he did.

Zach, who had orbed downstairs with Chris, watched the Charmed Ones conversation with horror. He knew that they were very close to finding out who he and Chris were, and he could not allow that to happen.

"Wyatt?" Zach said tentatively to his oldest brother, who was trying to find his way out of the house.

"What?" he replied angrily.

"I- I need your help," Zach said cautiously.

Wyatt turned around to face him. "And why would I help you?" he sneered.

"Because our parents and Aunts are the only hope we have of getting out," Zach said bluntly. "And I could speak to them, you know."

"How?" Wyatt asked emotionlessly, his arms folded across his chest.

"Astral projection," Zach replied. He motioned to Chris' body. "We can't use our power unless all three of us focus. If you help me focus Chris' power, we can use his telekinesis to bend the Charmed Ones' spell so that it's directed at me as well. I can't physically get out of here, but I can astral project myself so I can talk to them and explain how we can get out of here."

"Chris can bend spells?" Zach could hear a hint of interest in Wyatt's voice.

Zach nodded. "His telekinesis evolved. It was one of the powers he suppressed actually, so he can't focus it very well."

"What makes you think I'd help you?"

It was a challenge, and Zach inwardly winced at the harshness of the tone.

"Because you're stuck here with us forever, if you don't," he said simply.

Wyatt glared at him for a minute, then nodded. "Fine. Let's do it then."

A/N: Sorry that chapter took so long! I meant to have it up sooner, but I had an assignment I had to finish, which I probably should have been doing instead of writing the first five chapters of the story. The next chapter should be up pretty soon, since I'm on holidays now, so keep an eye out for it. Please review!