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"WHAT?" Cole exploded angrily. "Absolutely not, kid. You are not committing suicide, not as long as I have anything to say about it! I forbid it."

Reilly laughed humorlessly. "You forbid it, Uncle Cole? You don't get a say."

"Wanna bet? Go ahead, kid, try me." Cole threatened menacingly.

"Try you? Pfft…shoot, its not like that's any kind of challenge anyway." Reilly added snottily.

"Cole, quit harassing my son. Reilly, quit threatening Cole. You aren't going to do anything. Remember, we have to save Raven, right? So, I guess you and I need to go somewhere and talk." Chris broke in, recognizing the restless look on Cole's face.

"Hell no! I'm not leaving Raven here with them. We can just do this here or not at all." Reilly insisted stubbornly, voice full of distrust. "And don't call me your son. That's a pretty big swap you've made from the last time we chatted. Because then, you said I was a threat. You said I was going to kill my sister. You said I would harm her so irreparably that she would cease to exist. You said demons can't feel, so I wouldn't even care." Reilly burst out angrily.

"Reilly, I can't explain why I said those things. For me, they haven't happened yet. But I can tell you this much. The only other demon I've ever seen possess a soul and be capable of true human emotions is Cole. Even though he possesses demonic powers, he now only uses them for good. He loves passionately, regrets deeply, and cares completely. I see those same things when I look in your eyes. If you were truly demonic, then you wouldn't be willing to try and save Raven. You'd simply mark her loss down as collateral damage."

"Besides, if you were a true, full-blooded demon, with pure evil in your veins, you would be in a killing rage against both Chris and Wyatt. But you're not. You feel anger, but stronger are the feelings of deep-seated betrayal, loss, and fear. Those aren't the emotions of a demon hell-bent on revenge. It's the emotional state of a lost child, of a little boy trying desperately to be a man, a little boy who's been ignored, neglected and abused." Phoebe spoke quietly, reading Reilly's emotions.

"I wasn't abused. D…Chris…None of you ever did that."

"Reilly, I think you know that there's more than one kind of abuse. No one may have hurt you physically, but the fact that you can't even call Chris dad hints to the fact that at best you were hurt emotionally, and that at worst you were abandoned completely."

"They didn't hurt me, they just didn't ever trust me. It was like my demon blood made me tainted. Especially when I couldn't orb, but I could shimmer. I couldn't do energy balls, but I could do fire balls. I didn't know that mom…Maya was blocking all my good powers with a potion though."

"But why didn't your dad or anyone else try to figure out why your powers weren't coming?" Piper broke in softly, her heart breaking at the sight of her future grandchildren in such obvious pain.

"They just…didn't. They used to joke about me being demon spawn, but I never thought they were serious. Not until I cast a truth spell one day. Then I heard Uncle Wyatt and Aunt Abby say that I was demon spawn, and that they thought my mom and I would kill them all." Reilly's voice was rough.

"Ah…Truth spells always backfire that way. But what did your dad say about it?" Piper sympathized.

Reilly looked at Chris, his gaze filled with pain. "I never told him. I didn't want to hear him say it was true too."

"Reilly, I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that or what happened to make us think it. But I am sorry. I would never hurt my family. I promise you, this time it will be different. I will fight for you, I swear it." Wyatt apologized, finally letting his guard down long enough to let his empathic powers feel the waves of pain and hurt emanating from Reilly.

Reilly just nodded silently, not really trusting Wyatt, but not wanting to create more tension.

"Reilly, what led up to this? I mean, was there one time, or a specific demon that just changed the way we felt about you?" Chris couldn't believe he'd ever treat his own child so shabbily.

Reilly sighed heavily, sitting down hard on the couch, his eyes not leaving his little sister. "My mom…Maya…She finally made her move." Reilly just pointed in Maya's direction. "I was eight, and she'd made me learn all these demonic powers that I have. We practiced for seven hours a day while you were all working."

"But what about school?" Chris broke in.

"All the kids are home-schooled. It's easier with the demon attacks." Reilly sighed again, and ran his fingers through his hair. "Anyway, she kept giving me a potion all the time, every morning. She said it was supposed to make my powers come faster. It actually was suppressing all of my witch and white lighter powers, making me appear to have demonic powers only. One day, I only pretended to take the potion. I wanted to play with Kylie and Keira, and I was hoping that I could convince her to let me go. She refused, telling me that I had to practice, because of a rising evil. I remember being mad, and wishing I could just be like all the other kids, and not need to constantly study to use my powers." He glanced over at Chris. "I didn't know how to orb. I'd never done it before. But suddenly, I felt this weird tingling and saw a ton of bright white lights and then I was in the part with Kylie, Keira and Un…Wyatt."

"Reilly, it's okay if you call me Uncle Wyatt. "

Reilly shrugged off Wyatt's comment uncomfortably. "They were all excited for me, although Wyatt did tell me to try not to orb in public. Mom, well, Maya, she went ballistic when she saw me orb. She thought the potion had failed and that my white lighter powers were starting to over power the demonic ones. She thought that it meant that my demonic powers were really weaker than my witch and white lighter powers. She made her move, and called to her father, and they executed the attack they'd been planning."

"Her father? But, Reilly, her dad is dead. He has been for years." Chris broke in confusedly.

"Her dad is alive and well. You've all been fighting him for years- pretty much since you vanquished Zankou, really."

"But…The only demon we've fought for that long is…"

"The Source." Reilly spoke in unison with his father.

Chris sputtered for a second. "B…but that means…my wife is the daughter of the Source."

"Yep. And when you guys find out, you blame me." Reilly said with a touch of anger.

"Why? You didn't choose who your mom is. I did that!" Chris protested.

"Yeah, but…damn it… I can't tell you all of this. Future consequences. But let's just say that in the attack, someone in this room doesn't make it. A fireball…kills this person. That's my strongest demonic power. You'd figured out already that Maya had betrayed you. What you didn't know was that they'd used a wizard to make you all think that I was the one that killed…her." Reilly refused to look at anyone, keeping his eyes firmly on Raven.

"There was never any proof, so you couldn't vanquish me. But you never believed me either when I told you that I'd orbed by accident, and that I knew nothing about Maya's attack. You all thought I was working with her. You didn't trust me at all. The only ones who believed me were Kylie and Keira-and then later on Raven. And then a few years later, Keira died. I got blamed for that too. Wyatt has a power that lets him touch a scorch mark, and know automatically who threw it. I'd tried to save her, and had thrown a fireball at the demon holding her, but when it hit him, it also left a mark on her cheek. He knew it as mine, and you thought I'd killed her. It was my fault you blamed me. After I'd realized how little you all trusted me, I did everything I could to get in trouble. I started fights at Magic School. I used my powers for personal gain all the time." He laughed humorlessly." Once I even tried to say a spell that would make you and Uncle Wyatt walk in my shoes for a week. I forgot to mention in the spell that I didn't mean it literally. That didn't go over well. Anyway, after Keira, you said that you were going to bind my powers completely so that I could never be a threat again. I ran away and left that night."

Reilly looked up at Chris, his eyes stormy with pent up emotion. "I tried to hate you. I did, I wanted to, but all I could think was that maybe you were right. Keira was dead, and no matter how it happened, I was older, I had more powers. I should have protected her. You came to me a few days later, you'd sensed for me. By then you'd cooled off, and said you were wrong. But…you weren't. You'd been right all the time. I'm a demon. I told you to leave me the hell alone. You wouldn't leave me, so I…hit you with my fireball, and then went to the Underworld. I bought a potion to block all of your sensing. I just forgot about Raven. She could still sense me."

Reilly took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "She'd come and visit me when I was above ground. I wasn't a blooded demon. I never killed an innocent. She was safe with me. I would have killed anyone who'd ever tried to hurt her. But one day, you showed up when she was with me. I was dressed like I am now. I looked like a demon. And I was pissed at you. I hated you by then. I just…knew what you'd do. And I was right, you took her away. She was all I had left, and you took her away, and I didn't ever see her again until today."

"I had nothing left. No one. I didn't want to be like my mom. I don't want to be the next Source. I could be. I have the powers. If I wanted to, I could level this room, no matter how many of you there are. The Power of Three can't control me, neither can the Twice Blessed Witch or the Elementals. And since the Thrice Blessed Witch has the same powers as me, you can't use them against me, so you're also powerless." Reilly snorted at the words. "But even knowing that, even knowing that I could run the entire magical world, I don't want it. No matter what any of you think, I have never killed an innocent. The closest I've ever come is I killed a mortal once when I caught him raping a little girl. But I don't call him an innocent, just a mortal."

"Neither do I. Good for you." Wyatt answered firmly.

"Absolutely. That wasn't demonic, that was heroic." Chris agreed.

Reilly didn't answer, just looked at Wyatt, and then swung his gaze slowly to Chris. "I don't get it. I don't understand."

"What don't you understand?"

"What happened to you guys? You're not the same. In my time, you're different. Harder and colder. You wouldn't have understood this, you only see black or white- never gray. I don't get it. What changed you?" Reilly questioned blankly.

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(The Future)

"Reilly wants to know what changed you guys. I think he kinda likes my Chris and my Wyatt." Phyra stated coldly. Chris had left his connection open with her, and she had heard all of what was happening in the past.

"Look, Phyra, you won't understand, okay? And we can't tell you because of future consequences." Chris said with a heavy sigh.

"I'm not an idiot, Chris. And guess what, neither is Reilly. You need to tell me right now what your beef is with him. Cause guess what? It's not just Reilly that's hurting right now." Phyra exclaimed hotly. She was firmly on Reilly's side after hearing the conversations.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, God…not Raven…" Adult Phyra gasped.

Phyra nodded solemnly. "Damn it all! I knew something like this would happen. I told you Chris! I told you that you needed to figure out how to fix this thing between you and Reilly. I knew that it would eventually tear this family apart! Why can't you ever listen to me?" Adult Phyra whirled on her cousin, fury lining her face.

"What the hell are you talking about? What's wrong with Raven?" Chris asked nervously.

"Raven? It's only Raven you're worried about? Well, think again Chris. You have two kids both stuck in the past right now. And guess what-BOTH of them are hurting. Both of them are about to die." Phyra yelled angrily.

"WHAT?" Wyatt roared the question, his teasing tone gone.

"Yeah, you heard me. Raven's a physical empath. She literally feels other's pain, and it tears her apart if they are powerful enough. Reilly's pain is powerful enough, and the force of his misery has her bleeding profusely. And Reilly…well, he's decided the only way to solve this feud between you and him is to kill Maya. And in case you haven't figured it out, that means he kills himself in the process."

Chris' face bleached of all color, and he grabbed Wyatt's arm with a quick nod to Adult Phyra. "Watch the girls. We'll be back." The room filled with gold and silver orbs.

"Whoa! Cool orbs! How'd they do that?" Peyton asked.

"Those were time travel orbs. I have a feeling the past is about to get crowded."