Wyatt stared at his mother. This was one aspect he hadn't planned on occurring during his short jaunt to the past. Stupid really, he should have known that if he came into the house that he would have to deal with his mother. The woman did live here after all.

Over the course of his life there were only two people that Wyatt ever really, well, liked. Chris and his mother.

His mother was the one who took care of him and never turned on him while the others did. Everyone else in the family tolerated his presence and didn't try and control him after they'd learned how he liked to use his powers. Wyatt proved too powerful for control, of course, so his family tolerated him with tight smiles and curt nods. All except for his mother who refused to turn her back on either of her sons. It truly hurt both boys when she was killed.

Chris took the opportunity of Wyatt's stunned silence to try and get his way out of the playpen. As silently as possible he moved to the edge and tired to signal Leo. Despite wanting nothing to do with the man Chris needed out of the playpen and he had to have Leo's help to do so. He'd ask Piper only she was the one thing that was occupying Wyatt at the moment.

Leo saw Chris' signal out of the corner of his eyes. He knew what the boy wanted but at the same time he was nervous to let his son out. Chris out of the playpen would either try and leave the house or take on Wyatt. Either option wasn't appealing. Still, leaving Chris in the playpen could possibly allow Wyatt access to his younger brother. Also not appealing.

The catch was that Leo was certain Chris would choose one of two options outside of the playpen and only questioning if the spell would allow Wyatt access to Chris. Over all the only certainty were bad options.

Chris would be staying where he was.

Chris scowled as he saw Leo nod his head in the negative. How could the man be so dense? Didn't matter. His time was up.

Wyatt came out of his shocked stupor the second he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Chris was trying to escape. That could not be allowed to happen. "Don't even think about it Christopher"

"Who are you?" Piper questioned before Chris could respond.

Smirking, Wyatt turned to his mother, "You don't recognize me mom?"

"Wyatt?"

"In the flesh"

Piper couldn't believe it. Her son, her adult son was standing in front of her dressed in all black with long-ish golden blond hair. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to bring my little brother home" Wyatt replied.

"I'm not going anywhere with you" Chris hissed.

Wyatt tutted, "Now, now, Chris. What happened to the little boy who used to love spending time with me?"

"He grew up to realize that his older brother was a cold blooded killer"

Wyatt sighed. He'd had this conversation with Chris a few times. It hurt him to know that the little boy that he had helped to create disliked the way he dealt with things. Honestly with all that he had done for his brother one would think that Chris would be grateful.

Wyatt was the one to slip Piper and Leo the lust potions so that they would conceive another child. He was the one who gave Leo a bit extra to try and encourage a boy. He was the one who was there for Chris' first sonogram where they found out that the baby was a boy. He was the one there for every following doctor's appointments. He was even the one to cut the umbilical chord seeing as how Leo had stayed away from everything the second they learned that Chris was going to be a boy.

Wyatt was the one who had helped to take care of Chris as a baby. He had changed diapers and given baths; fed bottles and rocked to sleep. He was the one who healed up injuries (though Chris soon stopped informing his big brother of anything serious much to said brother's annoyance). He was the one who made sure Chris ate something after their mother had passed away. And he was the one who murdered their family for the way they treated Chris on the younger's sixth birthday – exactly one year after their mother's death.

And what is the thanks that Wyatt gets for all his hard work? His little brother running away and starting the resistance. It wasn't Chris' fault though. The poor boy hadn't been the same since his fifth birthday. Damn, that had been horrific.

"Look," Piper tried to step in, "I don't know what's going on between you two but I do know that you are not taking Chris anywhere."

"I'm taking him with me and he is going to be safe" Wyatt replied.

"He already is safe" Piper said.

Wyatt scoffed, "Safe? That boy is a stick. How is that safe? Does he still spend his days in the underworld? Would you call that safe? No, he's coming with me where I know he'll be safe"

With that Wyatt tried to reach into the playpen to collect his little brother. To his great surprise he was hurled backwards.

"Wyatt!"