Part 1

2004…

Chris flicked absently through the Book of Shadows, not really reading it anymore but rather just hoping that the solution to Wyatt's turning would just appear and grab hold of him firmly by the shoulders. He let out a long sigh and ran a hand through his unruly brown hair.

"Haven't you got that memorised by now?"

Chris looked up from the book to see Paige standing in the attic doorway. "Ha ha" he said sarcastically, before turning the page.

"Seriously, it'd sure save us time" Paige said, walking up to her nephew, "I mean, we wouldn't have to look aimlessly through a big heavy book – just ask you!"

"I am not a walking Book of Shadows!"

"Could've fooled me"

Chris glared at Paige and then rolled his eyes.

"Come on – you, need a rest" she said, attempting to move him away from the book.

"No, "he shook his head, pulling away from her, "what I need, is to find the demon that turns Wyatt!"

"Chris…"

"We're running out of time Paige!" His voice held not only anger but also desperation and vulnerability. Chris was starting to wonder if this had been a mistake. That in his travelling back from the future, he had inadvertently become the reason for Wyatt's turning. What if it was all his fault? Or was he just such a big screw-up that he couldn't find one lousy demon?

Paige placed a comforting hand on his arm. "We'll stop it happening Chris…together! Stop acting like you're on your own."

"It's hard not to."

"I know…come on!"

With that she pulled him away from the book and they walked down the staircase together.

"So, how's mom?" Chris asked after a moment of silence.

"Cranky." They both laughed at that image. "She's moaning that you…eh baby you…is a lot bigger than Wyatt was."

"She can't be serious! I weighed way less than Wyatt at birth" Chris said indignantly.

"I think she's more concerned about the size of her stomach."

"Whatever…"

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Phoebe sat typing at her desk when a knock at her office's door interrupted her.

"Come in!"

The door opened and the dark-haired head of the paper's new Crime Reporter, Damien Carter, appeared before the tall man walked fully into the room.

"Hey Phoebe" he said in his deep voice and odd-mixture of an accent – Phoebe still couldn't work out where he was from.

"Oh, hey Damien. What can I do for you?"

"I just wanted to give you these" he placed some papers on her desk, "and tell you that I'm just taking my lunch break, so if anyone needs me for anything…"

"Oh, sure," she picked up the papers, "thanks for doing this by the way."

"No problem" he replied with an easy grin, "is it for an article or are you worried someone may be in danger at home?" he asked curiosity and concern evident in his tone.

"An article"

"Oh ok." He said with a nod. "Hey, so how's the family?"

Phoebe grinned. "Oh, well, Piper's cranky due to her pregnancy…"

"Oh yeah…when's she due?"

"Soon…within the month."

Damien nodded thoughtfully. "How's little Wyatt?"

"Not so little anymore" Phoebe beamed with pride, "but he's such an angel"

"An angel huh? They get worse as they age you know"

"Oh we won't let that happen…"

Damien raised an eyebrow at that before smiling again. "Well, I gotta go – see you around Phoebe."

Damien left the office and headed towards the elevators. He stepped in and ran a hand through his dark hair and let out a sigh as the doors closed. As soon as the doors closed a cloaked demon shimmered in next to him.

"Is all in order?" Damien asked, without even glancing at the demon.

"Yes sire."

"Excellent, everything id going according to plan," he said with an evil grin. "Is the Elder still playing into our hand?"

The demon nodded and Damien's grin widened.

"Good…" He continued to smirk and his ice blue eyes flashed into bright red flames before he flamed out…his evil laugh lingering in the elevator.