Victor found Chris heaped on the attic floor. His face was stained with tears, his eyes were swollen, and his chest heaved in deep breaths. His expression, however, showed no emotion at all. He just lay on the floor in the fetal position, seemingly unaware of anyone in the room. Victor's heart went out to the boy, and he wished that he could have been there sooner. He knew that both of his grandsons would need him today, the anniversary of their mother's death, because their father was a useless puke. Victor wondered how long Chris had been there; crying and alone.

"Mom," was the hoarse whisper, barely audible, that came from Chris's parched lips. "Mom come back, please."

Victor knelt beside his youngest grandson, oblivious to what Chris was really asking for, or how long he had been asking. He assumed that the young man had come to the attic; a place where he could feel connected to his mother, and cried for her for the first time since her death.

"She can't come back son, I wish she could, but she can't," he said trying to comfort Chris.

"But she did! She came back to give Wyatt Excalibur," Chris whispered.

Victor felt as if his heart dropped to his knees. He remembered the awful stories future Chris had told about Wyatt with Excalibur. He surveyed his situation more closely, and it finally registered that the stone was empty, there was evidence of a struggle, Chris was hurt, and Wyatt was nowhere to be seen. Panic started to set in, but he tried to maintain his cool.

"Wyatt has Excalibur?" he tried to ask calmly.

"Yeah. We got it away from him, and I told Wyatt I would meet with him later. I hope they didn't get to him," Chris said as he tried to sit up. He threw his head back in pain and once again fell to the fetal position.

"Mom..." he whimpered once more before closing his eyes.

"Chris! Chris my boy, wake up! Damn," Victor's mind was racing. His oldest grandson had Excalibur, which the entire family tried to keep from him his entire life, and his youngest grandson was badly injured. He considered calling for Leo, but he thought better of it. Regardless of whether or not Chris was his son, Leo probably wouldn't come anyway... not with Wyatt on the loose with that damned sword. Victor looked up to the skies and hoped against hope that someone would come to help him.

"I know you're still up there you Sons of... sorry, I'm just scared. I know that you are still up there, please send someone to help him. He's hurt, and he got hurt trying to save Excalibur. Someone?" he cried angrily.

Phoebe and Paige rushed into the Bayview Hospital Emergency Room. The nurse at the front desk looked up distractedly as they came to a halt in front of her station.

"Hi, I'm Phoebe Haliwell. My father called earlier, and my nephew is here, Christopher Haliwell. We'd like to see him, please."

"I have no record of a Christine Haliwell," the nurse said dismissively.

"CHRISTOPHER Haliwell," Paige answered.

"Oh, yes I have a Christopher Haliwell, who are you?" the nurse asked Paige, pointedly ignoring Phoebe.

"Paige Mathews-Brody, I'm his aunt."

"Oh, his aunt. So, you're his mother Ms. Haliwell?" she asked turning to Phoebe.

"No," Phoebe said trying to force a smile, "I'm his aunt as well, like I told you he's my nephew and my father brought him in."

"Oh, well unfortunately I can't release any information to you since you are not a parent," the nurse said.

"Wait! You said he's here right? Just tell us where to find him," Paige insisted.

"Sorry... Next!" the nurse said as she turned away.

Phoebe and Paige walked away from the desk defeated by the Nazi in support hose and white shoes. They looked at each other helplessly, trying to figure out what to do. Victor had called about twenty minutes earlier telling them to get to the hospital, Chris was being transported by ambulance, and he would explain when they got there. Now that they were there, they had no idea how or where to find out what was going on.

Paige motioned to the waiting room and they decided to take a seat and wait for any news. They sat in worried silence for about an hour as they thought about what could have happened to their nephew. How could he have gotten hurt bad enough to be brought to a hospital when his father was a whitelighter/ex elder/Avatar? Phoebe worried that something may have happened to Leo, because she knew that he would never let anything happen to his boys. Where was Wyatt? They sat in their absent musings until Phoebe felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see her father standing above her, he looked tired but relieved.

"Daddy!" Phoebe exclaimed as she jumped to her feet. "Where is Chris? What happened?"

"I'm not sure what happened, he's resting peacefully. I was hoping you could figure out what happened, you know, with that special gift you have?" Victor said.

Phoebe narrowed her eyes knowing that something very bad had happened, and she wasn't going to like the outcome of it. Paige and Phoebe followed Victor down the long corridors of the hospital. Chris was lying in a bed, with IV's stuck into his arms and monitors poking through his hospital gown. His left cheekbone was slightly bruised and his lower lip was a bit swollen. Paige stepped forward and covered him a little more with the sheet that was gathered down by his feet and kissed him on the forehead, and Phoebe just stood in the doorway completely blown away.

"He's sedated now, but he was in pretty bad shape emotionally when we came in. He's got two broken ribs and he was a little dehydrated but that's about all. The doctors are just keeping him overnight for observation," Victor filled them in.

"What the hell happened?" Paige hissed.

"I think Wyatt did it," Victor said.

"Wyatt?" Phoebe asked.

"The only thing he said before he passed out was that Piper came back to give Wyatt Excalibur, and when I got there Excalibur, and Wyatt were nowhere to be found," Victor answered sadly. He hated to think of Wyatt as a threat.

Phoebe stepped forward and laid her hand on Chris's arm. The familiar shock of the premonition came immediately. In a series of flashes she saw Piper standing at the attic door looking lovingly at her sons, Wyatt and Chris pulling the sword from the stone together with boyish grins of worried anticipation, and Leo. Leo! Phoebe stumbled backwards, terror written all over her face. Paige caught her and Victor rushed forward.

"It was Wyatt, wasn't it?" he asked.

"No," Phoebe replied as she got her bearings back. She quickly decided to take charge. "Dad, you stay here with Chris. Don't allow anyone besides me, Paige, and Kyle to see him. Paige, you go back to your house and get the girls. Bring them back to the manor in case Wyatt goes home, and for Gods sake don't forget to set up the Crystals. I don't want a single Avatar to penetrate the perimeter of that house!"

"Where are you going?" Paige asked.

"To kick a little Avatar butt," Phoebe answered. She ducked into the ladies room and checked under all the stall doors. After making sure that she was alone she pressed her body against the door to ensure she didn't have any unwanted visitors.

"Sam!" she whispered. "Sam, I need your help."

Paige's birth father orbed into the ladies restroom. He looked around and shifted his feet uncomfortably and avoided eye contact with Phoebe.

"Hello, Sam." Phoebe said pleasantly.

"Uh, Hi Phoebe." He replied. "What can I do for you?"

"For Gods sake, Sam!" Phoebe laughed. She was highly amused with Sam's embarrassment from being in the ladies room despite what she had just seen in her vision. "What are you 12 years old? We're alone, just pretend it's the kitchen back at the manor!"

Sam took a deep breath and nodded in agreement. "Of course, what can I do for you?"

"I can't really get into it now, but I promise I will explain later," Phoebe told him. "But I need you to give me a lift, and then leave me until I call for you again."

"Yeah, okay." Sam said easily. "No problem."

Phoebe stood on top of the Golden Gate Bridge, trying desperately not to pass out from fear. Sam had offered to stay with her, but she needed to do this alone. He was on standby to bring her back, and she had a feeling he was lurking close by to make sure nothing happened to her.

"Leo! Leo you get your butt down here right now!" she called up into the sky. "If you don't get down here this very second I will summon Piper and tell her what you've done!"

Leo appeared almost immediately. Disheveled and annoyed, he looked at her questioningly. She stared hard at him as the fury that boiled just below the surface of her skin threatened to explode in a volcanic rush. It took every ounce of self control not to throw herself at him and beat him senseless. Although she had been fighting fireball and energy ball throwing demons since her early 20's, she was more terrified now than she had ever been in her life. But, her anger gave her the strength to follow through.

"You son of a-"

"Phoebe, what's the problem? I'm really in no mood for this so can you just tell me what's going on so that I can go?" Leo interupted.

"You're in no mood? You selfish jerk! You beat the crap out of Chris, don't even bother healing him, he's laying in the hospital battered and bruised, and YOUR IN NO MOOD?" Phoebe exploded.

"What? Chris is in the hospital? Why didn't you just call me, I would have healed him," Leo said, some what surprised. He didn't beat the crap out of him, he was merely trying to get the sword away from them. Suddenly the images of the scene started to come back to him in a rush. He groaned and he remembered his panic turn to fury when he saw Wyatt holding Excalibur, and the comment he made just before he left. He loved Chris more than he thought possible, more than Wyatt, and even more than Piper. His whole life he had been trying to fight to keep Chris safe, to keep his youngest child from putting himself into danger.

"I'll go to him now, I'll fix this Phoebe," Leo said.

"You stay the Hell away from that boy," Phoebe told Leo. "My dad, Paige, and myself will take care of Chris and Wyatt from now on. You stay away from them, do you understand me?"

"You can't keep me away from my children, Phoebe." Leo said defiantly.

"Do you want to bet?" Phoebe asked him with ice lacing every word. "You stay away, or you will be sorry you ever placed foot in the manor. Are we clear?"

Leo nodded, knowing that he had been defeated. He had to fix what he had done, but he knew that it was best to heed the advice of his sister in law, or else he would never get the chance to do it in the future.

"Sam, I'm done here. I'm ready to go," Phoebe called.

A moment later she was gone in orbs, and Leo collapsed onto the red beam of the bridge, a crumpled mess of a man.