A/N: Well well… it seems everyone likes me! LOL I got lots of great reviews on the last chapter and I appreciate them all. I've had some great feedback, and I hope you guys don't mind, but I'll probably use a few of your ideas! More on Reilly in this chapter!

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(The future)

"Wow, this place looks awesome, Chris!" Phyra exclaimed happily as they walked through the manor.

"Thanks, but you should probably tell Wyatt and Abby that. They're the ones that came up with the cash to renovate this place."

"So are we going to get to meet our cousins?" Patience asked curiously.

"I…don't think so, guys. It could be dangerous. You know, future consequences if you know too much about them." Chris shrugged. "Besides, I have to get you guys to the White Zone ASAP. There won't be time."

"Already? We have to go already? Can't I just see mom for a second? Please, Chris?" Peyton begged.

"No! Peyton, things here aren't the same as they are where you're from. I can't take chances with any of your lives. You guys are too important to the future."

"But Chris, we just want to talk to them. It's not like we're going to go demon hunting or anything."

"Phyra, look, you need to go to the White Zone, right now. We have a major…demon that has fallen off our radar. And he's got a huge beef with the Halliwells." Chris looked haunted. "One we most likely deserve, at least one I deserve."

"Huh? Chris that doesn't make any sense. Why would a demon be justified in trying to kill us?" Phyra stopped and looked at her future cousin.

"I can't discuss this right now with you. You can't know too much about this. It would change it too much." He answered brusquely.

"Well, did ya ever think that might be a good thing? I mean, if this demon is so justified, it probably means you did something to him, right? So if we can figure out what that was, maybe we can change it, so that you don't piss him off, and then he won't be after y'all." Peyton explained slowly as if she was talking to an idiot.

"After what I did to him, he'll be after me forever, Peyton." Chris answered quietly.

"The demon…he's your…son?" Patience said questioningly, having read his emotions empathically.

Chris' face shuttered, waves of obvious pain reflecting in his eyes. "All right. You guys may as well sit down. This could take awhile."

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(the Present)

"Mmm… I love you honey."

"I love you too. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"Ugh… would someone PLEASE orb them to a room? I can't stand that anymore. Who knew my brother was so disgustingly sappy?" Chris moaned, listening to Wyatt and Abby's continued declarations of love.

"You're the one that gave us all that potion, Chris." Piper reminded him lazily, from her perch on Leo's lap.

"How did I ever live this long without you?"

"ARGH! Bedroom!" Chris yelled, with a wave of his hand towards Chris & Abby. They disappeared in a shower of orbs as Chris orbed them away. "Ahhh" he sighed. "Much better."

Maya laughed at the look on his face, and cuddled in closer to his side. He wrapped his arm around her, content and for once, truly happy.

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"Reilly, you need to concentrate. Your white lighter powers should be stronger than your others. You're only 1/8 demon." Chris coached his son gently.

"Dad, I don't know why. But it's SO much easier to shimmer instead of orb!"

"I know, but Reilly, you can keep taking the easy way out. You need to be able to use all of your powers, not just the demonic ones. Besides, the demonic powers can be hypnotic, and make you crave power. I don't want you to have to rely only on those powers. Come on, try again."

Reilly sighed; his dad just didn't get it. "Dad, I'm not a good white lighter. I can't heal, I can't sense, and I can barely orb. Face it; those aren't ever going to be enough for me to help fight demons."

"Rei, I get what you're saying. Honestly, I do. But buddy, you have to keep trying, and eventually all those things will get easier. Just don't give up okay?"

"Okay. Dad, can we stop for awhile though? I'm starting to get tired."

"Of course we can. How about some ice cream?" Chris smiled down at his son.

"Wow! Really? Awesome!"

"Come on. Hey, Rei?"

"Yeah, Dad?"

"I want you to remember something, okay pal?" Reilly nodded. "No matter what happens, you can always come to me. You can always be honest with me. I love you."

Reilly smiled, feeling secure in the knowledge of his father's love. "I know. I love you too, dad."

Reilly woke, sitting up, his face and body covered in sweat. He didn't want to remember the good days, before his dad and uncle had turned on him. It wasn't fair. Why were things all so complicated? Just when he was inches away from gaining his revenge, all of sudden the good memories show up? What the hell was going on?

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(The future)

"Reilly is my son, my oldest. He ended up with both white lighter powers and demonic powers, like Maya. Only in him, the demonic powers were far stronger, and he figured them out much easier. The sight of my son using demonic powers so readily scared me. I've seen so many members of this family cross the line between evil and good so easily, that I spent every minute of every day terrified he would as well."

"He was a good kid, though. He was kind and loving, generous and unselfish. He got into the normal mischief that any kid would. Little things like fibbing about breaking a vase, or finger-painting on the coffee table were major deals. I made them into major deals. I was way too strict. I can see it now. Mom and dad, they tried to get me to see it, but I insisted that I was right. The almighty Chris Halliwell couldn't possibly be wrong about something as important as his son's morality." Chris' voice was bitter with self-recrimination.

"Instead, I made huge mistakes. When my girls used their first personal gain spells, I sat them down like dad did with me and explained why they couldn't do them, how bad it was. But Reilly, his first personal gain spell was for someone else. It was when the manor was being renovated, and Wyatt and Abby wanted to replace the chandelier. We couldn't find anyone to do it, so Reilly cast a spell to do it. As always, it backfired, and even though the chandelier looked great, the ceiling rotted around it, and needed to be replaced. I went nuts, telling him how stupid and reckless it had been. I didn't even acknowledge the fact that his 'personal gain' was actually for the entire family's pleasure."

"Jeez, you were a jerk!" Patience spat out, feeling bad for her cousin.

"Yeah, I was." Chris acknowledged with a nod. "But it gets worse. When Reilly was 13, he and his cousin Keira went off to an alleyway to practice their magic. Wyatt and I had warned them both hundreds of times not to be there, but they didn't listen to us. They knew how dangerous it could be, but they still went anyway. To make a long story short, Keira was killed by a demon in that alley. Reilly tried to vanquish the demon with a fire ball, but it didn't work. It connected, and weakened him, but he got away. Keira's face had a scorch mark on it from the projectory of the fire ball. Reilly tried to heal her, but he hadn't learned how to heal yet. He called for Wyatt and me, and when we got there, all we saw, was her blood on his hands, the scorch mark on her face, and the fact that she was dead. We brought them both home, and…God; I still can't believe the things I said to him. I blamed him for his cousin- not to mention his best friend's death. So did Wyatt. I can forgive Wyatt's accusation, after all, he was still holding his daughter's body, and grief can do terrible things. But me…I just…There's no excuse. I told him that I was binding his powers the next morning, and I just…walked away. I could hear him sobbing, but I just…left."

"A few hours later, I tried to go talk to him. I got my head back on, but he was already gone. After a few weeks, I found him finally. But by then, I'd pushed him over the edge. He wasn't the same kid. He was…cruel and cold, almost emotionless. My actions had forced his. When I blamed him for Keira's death, I pushed him over the edge from good to evil. He's a demon now, and I have only myself to blame."

"So what's your plan? Are you going back in time to save him?"

Chris snorted derisively. "Actually, I've been thinking I have to go back in time to find him."

"Find him? What do you mean? Isn't he the 'big bad' you've been worried about?" Phyra added.

"Well, it turns out that as Reilly got older, his powers naturally progressed. He inherited my time traveling abilities. But one thing he never figured out how to do was block us sensing for him. But now we can't sense him. And the only reason that could possibly happen is for him to either be dead or in another time."

"Or in the Underworld." Patience added.

"Actually, no. We can sense in the Underworld now. Well, at least we can sense each other in the Underworld now."

"So what happens when you find him? Are you really going to fight your own son, Chris?" Peyton touched his hand comfortingly. Instantly, she was thrown into a premonition.

She saw a shimmering circle with a young man that looked a lot like Chris step out onto the stairs above their living room in the manor. He looked down on the family as they were praising Phyra's new blowing power. The scene then changed to the sight of the same shimmering circle appearing in front of the assassin demons.

"HOLY SHIT!" She screamed!

"Did you just have a PREMONITION?" Patience gasped.

"Yeah. And it was bad. Big time bad. We've got to get home! Now!" Peyton moaned.

"What? No. You guys have to stay here where it's safe." Chris protested.

"Why? What did you see?" Phyra asked at the same time.

"Reilly travels in a shimmering circle, huh Chris?" Peyton asked shakily.

"Yeah. How did you know that?"

"He's in our time. He's the one that's hiring the assassin seducers. He wants to kill everyone but you. He says that's his destiny."

"What? No, you're wrong. A demon named Yofru hired the assassins. He admitted it to us. It wasn't Reilly." Chris protested.

"Maybe not for you then. But it is now, for our Chris. We have to warn him!" Peyton argued.

"You can't go back to that time. If you do, you'll all be killed. I won't let that happen. Chris and Wyatt and your parents can take care of themselves." Chris insisted.

Phyra looked at Chris stubbornly, and crossed her arms across her chest.

"Fine. I'll try it my way then." She orbed back up into the attic, and grabbed the piece of chalk lying on the trunk. She carefully drew a triquetra on the floor and placed a candle at the tip of each triangle, lighting them carefully. She scribbled on a piece of paper quickly sketching out a spell. Chris, Peyton & Patience orbed in behind her, staring in surprise.

"Phyra, you cannot time travel back, no matter how much you want to." Chris argued.

"I'm not going to. Just watch and shut up for a few minutes. I'm going to try something." Phyra grabbed the Book of Shadows off its perch, and stepped into the center of the triquetra. She closed her eyes, and placed her hands flat on the cover of the book. She opened them briefly, and grinned. "By the way, don't be surprised if Wyatt shows up in a minute or two."

She closed her eyes again, and murmured under her breath, 'here goes nothing.'

'Through the sands of wind and time,

Let them hear me like a chime.

Cousins linked through now and past,

Let us speak, and let it last.'

"Chris? Wyatt?" Phyra asked telepathically.