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And you KNOW you loved the Charmed Finale. That was so sweet. I especially liked Chris. :) What can I say? Drew Fuller is and always will be a hottie.

Alright, on with the story.

Wyatt Halliwell-Wyatt is a weird name...and other random thoughts.
By yours truly.


Piper was trying to decipher exactly what had happened. Wyatt pointing at Chris, who was lying on the floor.

This didn't happen in her house...this COULDN'T happen in her house...she couldn't believe it...not of Wyatt...

Becuase if she had to believe it of Wyatt...she had to believe that he could be evil...

And that was not a possibility.

"Wyatt, what did you do!" His mother shrieked, and Wyatt sat there for a second. Why wasn't Chris arguing with him, telling their mother the whole story as he saw it? In fact, why wasn't Chris getting off the floor?

"I-I-I" Wyatt was shocked. What happened? They were just playing? Sure, he was angry...so was Chris...he knew Chris was angry...he ALWAYS knew when Chris was angry...he knew when Chris was happy, sad, sleeping, angry, scared, whatever...so why didn't he know what was going on here!

Leo simply watched, trying to put the pieces together, knowing something was missing...something was wrong...

"I'll be right back. I'm going to check on something." He informed his wife, who wasn't paying all that much attention at the time. Phoebe nodded her head, and Leo immediately orbed out.

"What do you mean, he started it...Wyatt!" Phoebe was trying to get the little boy to talk, but Wyatt was too busy staring at his brother.

"Chris, Chris..." Piper was gently shaking her youngest son awake. Hey, you try slamming into a wall at something like...we dunno...the speed of telekenesis...it would knock you out, too!

"Mommy...is Cwis ok?" Melinda tugged on her mother's pant leg, and Phoebe looked down.

"Yeah, honey. Chris is fine..." Phoebe said, and then brought her attention back to Wyatt, who seemed to be in some sort of trance.

"Wyatt, are you alright?" She tentatively asked her oldest nephew.

"What's the matter with Chris?" He asked, white as a sheet.

"Honey, he's...fine...he's fine." Phoebe reassured herself, but Piper wasn't getting him up.

"Move out of the way!" Wyatt said, pushing his father away so he could reach his brother. Once he did, he immediately began to heal his younger brother, who awoke with such a passion, Wyatt and Chris bonked heads.

"Ow!" Chris said, rubbing his head. "Wyatt! What did you do that-" And then, he got really, really scared. And really happy at the same time. He looked around...he thought he was confused...but he didn't feel that way at all...

..Maybe he was going mad.

"Chris, baby! I'm so happy you're alright!" Piper flung her arms around her youngest son, who immediately felt relieved.

But he wasn't relieved about anything...alright, it was official. He was nuts.

Completely and utterly mad. Bonkers. Banjo-Kazooie...or not...

"Wyatt, Chris, what happened?" Phoebe asked, as Melinda broke into tears once again. It was quite the day of crying for this little girl.

"He started it!" Chris said, pointing to his older brother.

"So I've heard...start at the beginning." Piper said, and heard the entire tale from beginning to end.


The next morning, Paige orbed into the Manor exhausted and upset.

"Good morning, Paige. Had a nice night?" Piper asked, already at the table. It was a Saturday, and she was letting the kids sleep in. They had a long, hard night filled with yelling...and the sweetest punishement she could think of.

"No. You will never guess what that horrible little freak of a charge did to me." Paige said, slumping into her seat.

"What did Peter do now?" Piper figured, before she let Paige have it (seeing as well...she did sort of START this whole mess), she'd let Paige attempt an explanation.

"He gave me a love potion."

"You know on second thought, I would rather- he did WHAT!" Piper was just about at the end of her rope. Her children fighting to the death in their bedroom, and her sister under the influence of love... How could life get any worse...

"He gave me a love potion. I slept with him last night. And right after a wonderful experience that I'm not even sure was so wonderful anymore, he sprung the news on me." Paige was pissed. And she had every right to be. She had been conned into giving this fish of a man the most important gift she could give...

"Well, did he try to rationalize it?"

"What, you mean, by saying that he loved me and needed me, and this was the only way to be with me?" Piper nodded the affirmative, and Paige snorted. "No. First, he slept with me. Then, he dumped me."

"Oh, no he didn't!" Piper said, gasping.

"Oh, yes he did. 'Sorry, Paige, but I just saw you and...well...you are rediculously hot...I wanted you. And I knew you could never want me...so I was deperate. But now, I got what I wanted. I just want to thank you...' Then he got out a cigarette and started smoking...I thought he'd given those up! Can you believe that? The bastard actually THANKED me! Like I was some common whore or something!" Piper looked around anxiously, hoping that her children hadn't gotten up yet, hearing their Aunt's potty mouth.

Seeing the perfect segueway, she decided to gripe.

"Look, Paige, I'm sorry the guy was a total Prick. But you need to watch your mouth around the children."

Paige was just a bit more stunned than usual. Here she is, bearing her soul for all to see, and he gets admonished for it?

"What?"

"Are you aware of your actions last night?"

"You mean the part where-"

"Not that part!" Piper snapped. "I'm talking about the part where you let it slip to Melinda, the resident 5-year-old, that you were going, and I quote, 'out to get drunk'?"

Paige struggled to remember the previous night.

"Um...I don't remember saying anything like that around the kids...let me think...Wyatt and Chris were sent to their rooms-"

"Where they decided to hold a wrestling match, only with magic."

"-and then you dunked your- wait, excuse me? Did I miss something?"

"Only the part where Wyatt magically flung his baby brother into a wall, effectively knocking him out." Piper was smirking..but not in one of those smug ways...it was more a smirk of sheer horrifi...cation...hehehe. Alright, we're allowed to make up words...we're...us!

"Oh my God. Is Chris alright?" Paige was about to run upstairs, but Piper stopped her.

"Yes, thank God. Wyatt healed him. It turns out that it was just a silly argument...over the definition of the word 'drunk'." Piper replied, and Paige's eyes widened.

"Oh man...and I...and they...she...oh no. I'm sorry Piper. I honestly don't even remember saying anything of the sort." Paige admitted, closing her eyes to possibly remember something...anything...

"You seriously don't remember?" Piper looked concerned when Paige shook her head. "When did Peter slip you the roofee?"

"I would rather you not call it that...and he said something about giving them to me in my coffee...oh no...you don't think-"

"I do think. But now is not the time. I am more concerned over the fact that apparently, Chris is still going to get beaten up by his brother..." Piper said, breathing in a shaky breath...how was her little boy supposed to defend himself against his big brother...?

"Yeah, but how is that any different than normal siblings?" Paige asked.

"Well...my sons can kill each other..." Piper replied, looking at the ceiling, wondering what her sons were doing now...


Well, what the boys were doing was sitting. Quietly. Oddly enough.

"Chris, I said I was sorry!" Wyatt said for about the thousandth time, but Chris wasn't listening. He wasn't talking at all, either...and that just freaked Wyatt out. Chris always talked! It was just what he did!

"Mhm..." Chris said, eyes all squinty with concentration.

"Chris, what are you doing? And don't say Mhm!" Well, we were wrong when we said that Chris wasn't talking...he was saying 'Mhm'. and wow...that was one hell of an aliteration...well we were wrong when we...that was cool!

"Um...yeah.." Chris got up from his 'criss-cross' style of sitting, and opened the bedroom door.

"Chris, we're not supposed to leave our room!" Wyatt did not feel like getting into any more trouble, thank you very much. And, since he was feeling especially sorry for his possibly brain-damaged little brother, he didn't want him to get into trouble either.

"Mhm." Chris said, and slowly walked towards the attic. He knew there was something in the attic. And he wanted it. He had to get it. Now, don't ask us what it was or why he wanted it so badly, but it blocked out all the fear and stuff he was feeling, so he was fine with it.

"Fine, then at least I'm coming with you! And say something..." Wyatt said, getting up and following his kid brother.

"OK." Chris replied, and walked up the stairs. It was closer now. He knew it.

Once they got up to the attic, Wyatt looked around. What was Chris looking for that was so important?

"Wyatt..." Chris spoke up at last, looking around the attic, moving towards the right hand corner of it.

"What? Why are we up here?"

"Can you feel it?" Chris said, moving closer to the corner.

"Feel what? Chris, what's going on?" Wyatt was starting to get a little freaked out. Mostly becuase Chris was starting to act like the demon child from The Ring. He watched it at his friends' house the other weekend, and it was so scary that they didn't sleep at all that night. They just played hide and seek in the dark and ate popcorn, and talked.

Chris didn't answer his older brother, though, and kept walking towards the corner. That's when Wyatt stepped in.

"Chris, come on. Let's go back!" Wyatt was scared now...he tried orbing his brother away, but Chris just shrugged it off and kept walking. "No, Chris...I said NO!" He ran foward to stop his little brother, but without moving any muscles or anything, little Chris threw him across the room.Wyatt landed on the billions of boxes that his mother used for storage, and looked up at his brother.

Chris didn't even notice his brother though, and kept going towards the corner. He finally found what he has looking for this entire time.

Now all he had to do was uncover it.


I hope this is alright. I have an idea for this one...surprisingly enough, I'm not sure if they're ever going to make it to New York...I imagine they would..

Oh well. Charmed still rocks.

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