A/N: Well, the general consensus is that I'm evil & nasty for ending "Fine Line" with Maya's death after the "beautiful wedding vows". I'm actually kind of proud of that! LOL Hopefully, everyone will be happy with this story. Although I should warn you all, I've got tons and tons of twists planned for the Halliwells in this one!

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Chris and Wyatt hit the floor as Phyra flew into their backs. "Ugh…damn it all, Phy! Why did you follow us?" Wyatt demanded, picking himself up off the floor.

"I didn't! At least, not on purpose! The vortex thingee sucked me in. I didn't jump, I swear!" Phyra protested loudly.

"It was your spell, Wy. You specifically said 'powers combine', not brothers powers combine. The spell probably plucked out the 3 strongest witches." Chris replied thoughtfully.

"I'm one of the most powerful witches, Chris? But I don't know how to do anything except orb and use my fire power." Phyra asked anxiously.

"Phy, that's not true." Wyatt pointed out. "You can heal, you can use your telepathy with me and Chris, and you just learned how to sense."

"Well, yeah, but it's not like I'm very good at any of that stuff." She moaned.

"You'll get good at it, Phy. You just have to practice at all of it. Plus, you heard what our dad said. You're going to be a strong power. It must be happening soon, or the vortex would've taken someone else." Chris replied easily.

"But what if I get this new great power, and I don't know how to use it! How the heck am I supposed to help you guys?" she cried out, confused, and a little scared.

Chris slung his arms around her shoulders and pulled her in close for a quick hug. "It's going to be okay, Phy. Don't be scared. We'll help you, and you'll help us. That's just the way it goes, okay?"

Phyra allowed herself another second or two of being held by Chris, then nodded. "Okay."

"All right. Let's go and see where we landed." Chris responded, suddenly all business.

"We're in the attic at the manor. See, the book is right over there." Wyatt pointed. "But its weird that no one heard us. I mean, we smacked the floor pretty hard. They should have been able to hear it."

"Maybe they're not home." Phyra spoke softly.

No sooner had the words left her mouth, the door to the attic swung open. Chris and Wyatt pulled Phyra behind the large stuffed sofa, hiding their presence quickly.

Abby's voice floated through the door. "Wyatt, stop it! We can't do that right now!" She was giggling as she ran through the doorway.

Past Wyatt pulled her close, and kissed her deeply. "Baby, we can do whatever we want. Everyone else is at the rehearsal dinner. That upset stomach was the best excuse you've ever come up with." He kissed her again, his hand starting to creep under the edge of her top.

"Mmmm… I can't believe they all actually bought it. I thought sure your Aunt Phoebe or Chris would see through it." She wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing him to take her weight, leaning in close as she kissed him back.

Past Wyatt snorted in disbelief. "We might have fooled Aunt Phoebe, but not Chris. Chris knew exactly what our plans are."

Abby slapped him playfully. "Shut up, he does not." She stopped and pulled away to look him in the eyes. "Does he?"

"Yeah, he knows. He told me to have a good night before we left." Chris and Wyatt exchanged a look behind the couch. Both remembered the conversation, and Chris' comments had been much raunchier.

"Oh my God!" Abby started to blush. "You don't think… he won't say anything to anyone else, will he?"

"Of course not. You know my brother better than that by now. He'll never say a word to anyone. Quit worrying." He silenced her protest with another long steamy kiss. He pulled her shirt off, dropping it behind them on the floor.

"EW! Oh My God, Wyatt! That's SO gross!" Phyra burst out loudly. Chris and Wyatt immediately shushed her, but it was too late.

"Phy? How… what are you doing here young lady?" Past Wyatt demanded as he quickly handed Abby her top. "And why are you hiding? Get over here."

"I, umm… hi Wy!" Phyra bit her lip to try not to look suspicious.

"Hi Wy? That's all you have to say? Phyra, you're supposed to be at Yummies, not here in the attic spying on us. What are you doing here?"

"I, uh, I forgot something." She answered lamely.

"Right. You forgot something. What did you lose, your mind?" he asked angrily.

"No… I…"

"Quit stalling and get over here. I'm not going to yell at you from across the room." Past Wyatt demanded again.

"Err…okay." Phyra bit her lip again, and tried to climb over Chris' crouched form.

"What the? What are you climbing over?" Past Wyatt asked curiously as he watched her swing one leg high up, to get over Chris' shoulders.

"Nothing. Just some old…boxes." She finished quickly.

"Uh huh. So I'm sure you won't mind if I just take a look myself." Wyatt said suspiciously.

"No! No, you can't. Wyatt, shouldn't you be at home putting Abby to bed. I mean, if she's sick…" Phyra trailed off, trying to distract him.

"You know as well as I do that she was faking it. Now, stop trying to side track me, it's not going to work." Past Wyatt knelt down in front of Phyra, looking at her closely. "I'm only going to ask this one time, Phy. Did you mess up with your magic and accidentally orb something you shouldn't have?"

"I was only seven when I did that Wyatt! I didn't mean to orb the tiger into my room! God, you still treat me like a baby! I know how to orb things now. I wouldn't do that!" Phyra yelled angrily.

"Then what the HELL is going on? You know what, never mind. I'll find out for myself." Wyatt stood up, and moved the couch away telekinetically with a flick of his wrist.

Chris punched the floor in frustration. "Damn it all!" he swore angrily. So far nothing had gone right and they'd only been in the past for 10 minutes. How the hell where they supposed to save Maya when they couldn't even hide from Wyatt?

Past Wyatt groaned. "Chris, what the hell are you doing here with her? You should be at…your…par…ty." His voice trailed off as he stared into a mirror version of himself. "Damn. What are we time traveling for this time?"

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"Okay, so let me get this straight. In less than 24 hours, my brother is going to get married as planned. But then a dark lighter ruins the celebration just as he kisses the bride. Chris accidentally brushes the arrow with his hand, and both he and Maya are infected with a lethal form of the dark lighter poison. The antidote takes too long to make, and Chris barely survives, while Maya…dies?"

"Basically, that's the main idea." Wyatt told his past self.

"Look, I get how much you guys want to save her. I mean, I love her too. But, when Patrick died, we all decided it would be too dangerous to go back in time. So, why now, for Maya?"

"Because of Chris. He went crazy with grief. His emotions triggered his powers, and caused the biggest storm San Francisco has ever seen. There were floods, lightning storms, mud slides… it was worse than the time Aunt Piper became Mother Nature after Uncle Leo cast the spell to take away her pain. But even still, we found out that four innocents had died in the storm. So we had to try this, because it's not for personal gain, not really." Phyra explained.

"What? Four innocents died? You never told me that!" Chris cried out, horrified.

"Chris, it's okay. We're going to fix this, so that way they won't die. When we save Maya, we save them too. Okay? Relax, little brother. We're fixing this." Wyatt reassured him.

"Listen, Phy, do you think you can make that potion now? That way at least if the dark lighter does show up, we won't have to wait to give the antidote. We'll have it ready." Past Wyatt asked thoughtfully.

"Yeah, I can do that. No problem." She orbed away, heading for the kitchen.

"Why did you guys have to bring her? She's too young for this. What if you guys fail? She's going to blame herself." Past Wyatt accused them angrily.

"We didn't plan to bring her. The spell was worded wrong. It was an accident. And we won't fail. I can't fail." Chris said shortly, with a hint of bitterness.

"Christ, I'm sorry, Chris. I guess it just doesn't feel real to me. I mean, I just saw Maya an hour ago. It's hard to believe she's going to die. How long has it been since she…"

"Died, Wyatt. She died. Four days ago." Chris pushed up to his feet. "Look I need to see her."

"No! Chris, that's just a bad idea. You can't risk it. We can't let the entire world know you're here. If we do, then the dark lighter won't attack, and I won't be able to kill him. Listen to me, Chris. The best thing you can do, is let Phyra make that potion, and then go back to your time. I swear, Chris. I won't let her die this time. I know he's coming, and I'll be ready for him. Plus, I'll have the potion just in case. But if he figures out that you're here, he won't attack, at least not now. All that means, is that he'll attack next time, when we won't be prepared, and won't have future knowledge. Then someone will die again. I can't let that happen. Please, just go back to your time. You'll know if I succeed. If I do, Maya will be there waiting. If not, then turn around and come back. I'll let you help me then." Past Wyatt was talking fast, trying to keep Chris from walking away.

Chris sighed. "Okay. Fine. We'll try it your way. Wyatt, I trust you. Save her first. No matter what else happens, I want you to swear to me. You save her first. If we both get hit, then you save her first. I don't want to live if she dies. Save her first." His eyes filled again with tears, but his gaze never left his past brothers.

Wyatt swallowed hard, as he watched his past self struggle with the promise. "Chris…"

"No, I don't want to hear any alternatives, Wyatt. If we both get hit with that arrow, you save her first. Once she's safe, then you can save me." His voice was full of strain.

"Okay, Chris. You win. I promise. I'll save her first." Past Wyatt answered slowly.

"Look, if I can't see Maya, then I've got to do something to keep busy. I'm going to go help Phy." Chris orbed away, his voice brisk.

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Past Wyatt looked at Wyatt. "He's still hurting." They were sitting in the attic, calmly making battle plans.

"I know. He's better than he was, but he'll never be whole again without her. He needs her."

"Yeah, almost as much as she needs him."

"Yeah." Both men were silent for a few seconds, thinking about their little brother.

"Did you ever look up the dark lighter in the book?" Abby asked quietly, speaking for the first time.

Wyatt shook his head. "There wasn't time. At first, we were just looking for a cure, and trying to heal them. After Maya…well, let's just say that wasn't our first priority."

Abby grabbed the Book of Shadows, and started flipping through pages to find the dark lighter section. She held the book up to Wyatt after flipping a few pages. "Does this look right?"

Wyatt stared at the drawing of the dark lighter that had killed Maya. "Yeah, that's him. What's his story?" His voice was unconsciously cold and unbending.

"He's a for-hire dark lighter. He uses a special mixture of potions, and always works for a higher level demon. It says here that no one has ever seen his master, just that it's an upper level demon and a former right hand man to the Source. This is a really nasty dark lighter. The only good part is that he works alone. He doesn't believe in back up. So if you can get him, chances are, there won't be any more coming after him."

"Good, he shouldn't be that hard to kill then." Chris said coldly as he stepped back into the attic. Phyra was behind him, holding four potion bottles.

Past Wyatt looked at the bottles. "Four? I thought you said it was only Chris & Maya that got infected."

"It was. This is just in case something happens due to us being here." Phyra handed him the potions.

"Well, I guess that's our cue to get out of here. Good luck." Wyatt said to his past self.

"Thanks."

Chris called forth his time travel power, illuminating the triquetra that Wyatt had already drawn. He turned back to Past Wyatt. "Remember. Save her first."

Past Wyatt nodded, unable to speak.

We did our best to seal our fate,

Prayed and hoped we weren't too late.

Knowledge gained will save the day,

Send us back now, to where our destinies lay.

Phyra, Chris and Wyatt stepped back into the triquetra, not looking back, and not seeing the eerie shimmer in the corner of the attic.