POWER SWITCHING

A/N Thank you to my reviewers and especially Melinda Wyatt Charmed for helping me figure out just how Wyatt would have been to blame. Also, if there's anyone I haven't thanked personally, I am so sorry, I'm drugged and a tad confused between here and my email just who I've responded to and who I haven't. This also explains why I'm so late in updating, it's taken me a bit to get used to these pills…So now comes the fun part, can I write this confusing azz story in a clear way that doesn't make it more confusing? We'll see.

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Wyatt sat beside Chris in the car and willed himself to stay where he was. Chris pulled up in front of the manor and Wyatt, gratefully got out. He walked beside Chris up to the front door and into the foyer.

Inside, he immediately spied Melinda.

"Wyatt, you were supposed to come yesterday! I want to switch back!" She told her big brother in annoyance.

"Yes, I'd be happy if you switched back, as well," said a man, unfamiliar to Chris.

"Who are…?" Chris started.

Wyatt quickly interrupted, "Marshall, he's a White-Lighter."

Marshall gave Wyatt a questioning look, "Premonition?"

Wyatt sighed, "You have no idea," he agreed.

"Be better if Melinda had her own powers, then she may not be so surprised to see me that she sends energy blasts my way." He shakes his head, "Not able to recognize orbs, in this family…Do I look like a demon?"

"You look like a fluffy bunny," Piper entered the conversation.

Chris looked at Marshall, appraisingly, "No, he doesn't."

"He will, if he doesn't leave my house," Piper threatened.

"Mom, could you put it on hold?" Wyatt almost pleaded, "I usually agree with you about Elder and White-Lighter interference, but, right now, I need him…wait, Mel switch them back first," he ordered.

"Finally!" She grumbled,

"What's mine is yours

What's yours is mine

Let our powers cross the line

I offer up my gift to share

Switch our powers through the air." She looked around for a moment, "Did it work?"

Wyatt shot out an energy blast near Marshall, who dove away from the debris.

"Thanks," he muttered, his eyes shooting sparks.

"No problem,' Wyatt grinned. "Now about why I need you…"

"I'm all ringing ears," Marshall promised.

"Since Sunday, when Mel switched our powers," a heated glance at his sibling accompanied this statement, "I have been in one long, strange, out of chronological order premonition."

"My premonitions don't work like that," Mel insisted.

"They do when the Goddess Discord gets a hold of them. For her giggling enjoyment, I have lived through Thursday, then Monday, then Friday and finally today…"

"Tuesday," Chris supplied.

"Exactly," Wyatt confirmed.

"What happened on those days?" Marshall was instantly ready to help and prove his worth.

"Thursday I woke up to Chris telling me that some friends, the Bennetts, were dead…"

Piper gasped, "All of them? We have to stop that from happening, I really like them."

Wyatt shared a look with Marshall, a look that conveyed that Wyatt knew the full truth of just how much Piper 'liked' the Bennetts, Priscilla especially. He nodded to his mother, letting her know that the entire Bennett family died, "Then when I left my loft I walked directly into the Bennetts new house, a rental," he added as he saw that Piper was ready to ask another question, "I painted and helped them move. When I left I called Mel and found out she switched our powers, I headed to the manor to straighten that out. When I arrived at the manor, I got out of my car and stepped into Aunt Phoebe's where I got to help make funeral arrangements then I went to the Bennetts and to a cemetery and was able to mourn the passing of the Bennetts, the Goddess Discord was in the cemetery, thrilled that her experiment was going so well, she sent me to the loft and Chris and I came right here, where it's Tuesday." He reaffirmed, "Tomorrow the Bennetts will die, and their house will burn."

"That doesn't make any sense!" Marshall exploded, "They're powerful witches! A regular fire would be no competition for them. If it were a demon attack…well let's just say that the day a demon gets the better of Priscilla Bennett, I'll clip my wings. Besides Priscilla, Pace could freeze a fire and rewind it…"

"Parker could have shoved them all through a portal," Wyatt continued, "Chris and I have gone over the logistics."

"What time was the fire?" Marshall asked.

Wyatt shook his head in consternation, "That's the one thing I don't know." Looking around he saw the disappointed faces and defended himself, "You try living 5 separate days on three hours sleep and for the fun of it, lets make Friday Monday!"

"It's ok Wyatt, we'll work it out," Piper promised her son.

"What if we don't?" Melinda asked.

"That's not an option," came from three male voices simultaneously. Wyatt and Chris looked at Marshall, not surprised that he was unwilling to let the Bennetts die, but surprised by how he seemed to be on the same wavelength as the brothers.

"Wyatt?" Chris got his brother's attention, "Maybe we should…"

"No!" came from Wyatt and Marshall at the same time. "Are you a mind reader?" Wyatt asked the White-Lighter.

"Nope, just an Angel, don't you see my pretty halo? Oh, wait, I never got one. Makes the Angel scene rough, all the other Angels laugh at me…" Marshall got serious, "I agree with Big Brother here. You shouldn't," he advised. "We can avert the tragedy without…that."

"But Wyatt got the impression that it's his fault they died, I think it's because he didn't…that," Chris chose Marshall's own word for divulging the Bennett's secret.

"Or maybe it's because…this is a pain in the ass, isn't it?" Marshall looked at Wyatt, who nodded. "Maybe Wyatt didn't ACT and that's what ended in the death of the Bennetts. Maybe due to the premonition, such as it was, we'll all be able to act together to save the Bennetts without having to go into details and the whys of the action."

"When you men are done being cryptic," came the acid tones of Piper, "We have a family to save."

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A/N I write Marshall to sound like (minus the accent) Spike from Buffy The Vampire Slayer only because I read that James Marsters adlibs a lot and much of Spike's wit came directly from James.