A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I appreciate it so much! Again, I just want to apologize for the updating delays. Being injured totally stinks. Thanks for sticking with me.

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(The Future)

"What do you mean time travel orbs? There are no such thing as time travel orbs!" Peyton screeched at her future sister.

"Not where you come from Peyton. But the Halliwell magic is always evolving. With that evolution comes power augmentations. Chris' ability to time travel orb is one of them."

"So how do we get to them? We can't just let them sit there, and have your Chris and Wyatt go to Reilly. He's gonna totally freak! He's barely accepting our Chris and Wyatt! We've got to go and help."

"You girls cannot leave this time. If you do, you are susceptible to Konix and her assassins."

"Screw the assassins. We'll deal with them when we have to. C'mon, Phy…Family first, you know that!" Patience pled with her future cousin.

"Look, guys, I don't even have a time travel power. I can't just grow a power, you know."

"No, but we all have enough powers and we're linked to Chris and Wyatt. If we concentrate enough on getting our orbs to where they are, we should be able to reach them. It's worth a shot, isn't it?" Phyra reasoned with her future self.

"My cousins are going to kill me for this. Ok, we'll go. But before we can, we have to figure out a way to get you three protected from Konix's assassins. It would be just perfect if they got to you guys. I'd really be dead then…literally."

"If Reilly is the one that hired them, maybe he didn't bother sending one after the three of us, since he already knew what happened when Konix's assassins struck before." Peyton input, impatient to return to the past.

"We can't depend on that. Listen, let's just go and see mom and the aunts. Maybe we can come up with some kind of spell that will protect you guys." Phyra grabbed her younger self's hand along with Peyton and Patience and orbed out of the attic.

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(The Present)

Reilly whirled at the sound of the all too familiar orbs. He gasped in shock as he was shoved in back of both Chris and Wyatt.

Future Wyatt and Future Chris stepped forward as their orbs started to diminish. "Reilly! What in the HELL do you think you're doing? Are you ever going to be satisfied? Huh?" Future Chris stepped forward to reach between Chris and Wyatt, trying to grab Reilly's arm.

"Don't touch him. As a matter of fact, don't even talk to him. You're the ones that have done enough!" Chris roared, incensed on his future son's behalf.

"Look, Chris, I don't have time to do this with you. I have to save my daughter. Raven doesn't deserve this!"

"RAVEN? Raven doesn't deserve this? What the HELL do you mean by that?" Wyatt yelled this time.

"Back off. You have no idea what kind of trouble he's caused Wyatt. He killed an innocent. He got Keira killed, even though, I admit, he didn't do it himself. It's still his fault. Maya is the one that hired the demon. And Reilly led her there. Not to mention that above all else, he got Phiona killed. And you have the balls to stand there and try to help him over baby who's never hurt anyone in her life? Get the hell out of our way. Now." Future Wyatt roared back. His voice was full of pain, regret and hurt.

"An innocent? An innocent in my book is not a rapist. He's a piece of scum that deserved to be killed. When this happens in my future, I'm going to buy him a present. He rid the world of evil. As far as Keira goes, he told us that she wanted to go there. I believe him. I don't think for a second that he would knowingly sacrifice any member of this family." Wyatt gritted out, blocking his future self's path.

"Stop…Fighting!" Raven gasped out. "Reilly…not…evil."

"Jesus Christ, Chris, Wyatt… just listen to him. He's not evil. You've seen evil in so many forms, have you truly become blind to good?" Cole broke in, trying to break the tension.

Future Wyatt snorted. "That's rich, coming from you."

Phoebe gasped audibly. "WYATT MATTHEW HALLIWELL! Do not for one second think that I won't bind your powers if you cross me right now. You will show Cole the proper respect he deserves, and you will do it now! Furthermore, I don't know what has happened in the future to turn my two loving caring nephews into the heartless bastards standing in front of me, but I don't like it. If there is anyone to blame for Reilly's actions, then you had both better start looking into a mirror." Phoebe's voice was cold and hard, laced with a steel that Paige and Piper could only remember having been used after Cole and Phoebe's divorce.

"Aunt Phoebe, stay out of this." Future Chris snapped.

Chris lost his temper. "First, you'd better start using a little bit of respect in your tone when you talk to our aunts. Second, my son is not evil. His mother may have been, but he most certainly is not. Look at him! He's a scared kid trying to act tough. Use the powers I know you have, and actually feel what he feels for a change. He wants to prove his worth so badly to you that he is willing to kill his mother before he is even born! Just so that you aren't faced with the pain of her betrayal, and so that you don't have the worry of a possibly demonic son." Chris flicked his hand, knocking both Future Chris and Future Wyatt onto the floor.

Both rebounded immediately and Future Wyatt narrowed his eyes, squinting in their directions, moving both Chris and Wyatt away from Reilly.

"STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" Leo roared. Both sets of his children froze immediately at the angry tone of their father's voice. Usually a pacifist, both sets of children needed less than one hand to count the number of times Leo had yelled at them. "Chris, Wyatt, get over here." He nodded to his sons' present versions. "The two of you…over there, next to your mother." Even though they were both father's themselves, Future Wyatt and Future Chris silently obeyed their father's command. Leo addressed his future sons. "I understand the pain and heartache of losing a child. I also understand the deep and unabating sorry of losing a loved one. However, you cannot place the blame for any of that grief on an innocent. That is what Reilly is. I can tell. I may not be an Elder any longer, but I still carry their innate sensing abilities. And one thing that I sense- stronger than anything else- is that Reilly is a good witch who happens to use demonic powers. Everything else is a matter of circumstance and chance."

"He helped her plan and execute an attack that killed Phiona, Dad. How do you forgive that? I don't care what your Elder senses are telling you. I know the truth. I saw it with my own eyes. He stood there, and told her where to find Phiona." Future Wyatt argued.

"She was going to kill Dad if I didn't! Dad was already knocked out. She had a fireball ready. She was going to use it! I thought Phiona would be able to blast her… or that I'd get to Gramma Piper first, and she could blast her!" Reilly burst out, his voice rough with the tears he refused to shed.

"Then why didn't you just tell me this before? Huh, Rei? If this is the truth, then why are you only telling us this now?" Future Chris asked tiredly.

"Because…she told me if I ever told you the truth, she'd kill you and Uncle Wyatt. She had a whole legion of dark lighters at her command. She was going to kill all of the white lighters in the family. I couldn't risk it."

"See, Reilly, that's exactly why we don't believe anything you tell us. Maya couldn't have threatened you, because she was already dead. I vanquished her myself!" Future Wyatt argued.

"No, you didn't. She went up in smoke, but that was her plan. She was the one behind all the attacks on you guys the last few years. She was the new Source."

"Was? What happened?" Present Chris broke in gently.

"I vanquished her. Well, Uncle Cole and me that is. She'd cast a spell a long time ago, about the time I was born. Her spell said that she was protected from all forms of Halliwell magic. My powers aren't Halliwell magic, they're demonic. But they weren't enough, so Uncle Cole helped me. His powers added to mine, were enough." Reilly's voice was soft, and slightly regretful.

"That is the biggest pile of… You know what, Reilly? This is why we don't buy your crap. You can vanquish her, but we couldn't? Do you really think you have that kind of power? That you could possibly be stronger than the both of us?" Future Wyatt scoffed incredulously.

Reilly dropped his head to his chest, trying desperately to keep his temper in check. "I don't give a damn what you think…Wyatt. It's not like you're family anyway. The only family I've got is my sister."

"I told you to stay away from her Reilly. Look at her! Look at what you've done. She's laying there bleeding from wounds that you created. Your rage and your hatred of our family have caused this! Did you ever think maybe, just maybe, that I was trying to protect her from this?" Future Chris demanded angrily, staring at his baby.

"BULLSHIT! You just wanted to stick it to me again. You don't give a damn about anything but your precious pride! All you care is that you don't get fooled by a demon again!" Reilly's head snapped up, as he stared into his father's face.

"All I care about is my family! And in case you haven't noticed, my daughter is dying. I've got to get her back home so that we can try to heal her. Move out of the way." Future Chris' voice was cold as he started to brush by his son.

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(The Future)

"Phyra, what you're suggesting is crazy! I remember those assassins. They were difficult to fight off even while we were in love. To send these girls back is crazy. They'll all get killed. And in case you haven't figured it out, that means you'll cease to exist in this time! Think of the repercussions that could have on all the good you've done!" Past Phyra stared in amazement at the sight of her mother admonishing her older self. She couldn't get over how similar this Paige looked to her version.

"Mom, I know. But think of it this way. If we don't go, Chris and Wyatt are likely to make the biggest mistake of their lives. What happens if they force Reilly fully over the line to evil? How much will that change the things that happen now? Or what if the unthinkable were to happen and Reilly actually kills Maya? He'll erase his own existence to save Raven's life and Chris' humanity. We need to go. I can make them listen to me. I will, I swear. And the girls need to go too, because they have more rapport with their Chris and their Wyatt. Please, mom. Help us."

"She's right, Paige. I have a potion that I made a long time ago. It's a protection potion, made with Konix's own blood. I was never quite sure that she was gone, so I thought, better safe than sorry. It will protect them. And if anything should go wrong, Reilly is there, and so are two versions of Chris and Wyatt, plus our past selves. They'll be protected." Piper spoke quietly from the corner of the kitchen.

"Are you sure that you girls want to do this? You realize how dangerous it is, right?" Phoebe asked nervously.

"Yeah, mom, we know. But it's for family, you know? We have to at least try." Patience said softly.

"All right. Here's the potion. But I want to cast a protection spell too." Paige handed them the potion vial Piper had held up. "let's see…" she made a humming sound as she grabbed a pen and the back of Piper's grocery list and began writing. After a few seconds she held it up for her sisters. "What do you think? Is it worthy of the Power of Three?"

Piper grinned at her youngest sister and grabbed her hand, while Phoebe grabbed the other. "Powers great and powers small,

We call on Halliwell powers' all.

Girls in danger, protect them well,

Save them from an eternal Hell."

"Thanks mom." Future Phyra hugged her mom and Aunts quickly then ran back over to the girls. "Okay, listen, Phyra, concentrate on Chris and Wyatt. I'm going to do the same thing. Patience, Pey, I need you guys to do a chant. We'll be standing in a circle with 2 white candles for purity and transformation, a silver one for channeling, a blue for protection, and most importantly, three pink ones- to represent the powers of love, friendship and family lit in the center."

Paige and Phoebe wordlessly reached under the kitchen counter to grab the requested candles and hand them to their daughters. Future Phyra smiled her thanks. "Okay, now while we're trying to focus on Chris and Wyatt to send us to them, you guys need to chant the following: 'Send us back to where souls part, send us to them, heart to heart.'" Silently, Peyton lit the candles and reached for both versions of her sisters' hands. She nodded to Patience as she saw both Phyra's close their eyes in concentration. "Send us back to where souls part, send us to them heart to hear. Send us back to where souls part, send us to them heart to heart." Abruptly, the circle of girls disappeared in a wash of gold and silver orbs.

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(The Present)

"Don't you ever think that you can just walk by me!" Reilly screamed, infuriated by his father's nonchalance towards him. "Chris and I had it figured out. Just go back to where you came from! No one wants you here!"

"Oh yeah? Too damn bad. Get out of my way, Reilly. Don't make me move you."

"No. I'm not letting you take her away again. I'm going to save her. Me and Chris. We'll fix this… without you! Just go away!"

Chris started to walk past him again, only to have Reilly block him. "You know what? I don't have time for this shit! You want to prove you're not a demon? Fine! Then don't stop me from protecting your sister."

"I'm not stopping you from protecting her! I want to save her! You can't just heal her…the empathy isn't a wound…it's a gift. In order to use your powers to save her, you'd have to bind her powers. You can't do that, because you'd never get her back home if you did. She'd no longer be magical. Just let me do this. God, please…just let me do this!"

"I told you to get out of my way!" Future Chris yelled. With a deep sigh, he flicked his fingers and pushed Reilly away telekinetically, running to Raven, laying his hands over her, trying to heal her. The wounds got worse.

"You Asshole!" Reilly screamed at Chris. Unconsciously, a fireball formed in his palm.

The living room filled with gold and silver orbs. "NO! Reilly, don't! Please!" Phyra yelled, running to him.

"Reilly, this isn't going to help, bucko." Future Phyra added.

"Don't listen to them son. They've treated you like a demon. They don't trust you. All they want to do is protect two men that have tormented you for your entire life. Go ahead. Listen to your instincts. Throw the fireball. Do it, You have the right!" Maya spoke from her position still lodged behind Excalibur.

Reilly closed his eyes for a heartbeat, then looked at Raven's bleeding body. His gaze hardened as it reached his father's eyes, then traveled to his Uncle. He gave their younger versions a small nod of appreciation. "Thanks…at least you tried." He stated simply before he half turned, and sent his fireball plunging into Maya's body, sending her up in a column of flames.