Ok, I found this story incomplete and realized that I have a big issue with having lots of finished stories, and this one sitting there not done. I also realized how much I hate opening a fic, but then realize that it's not done, so I'm taking the liberty of finishing this one off. I'm going to end it in this chapter, and I deeply apologize to everyone who was reviewing to this, but had to wait so long for the ending.

Disclaimer: I only own the plot to this fiction and any unrecognizable characters or settings. The rest belongs to Aaron Spelling and the other creators of Charmed

Chapter 6

"Shit!" Melinda squealed as she dived out of the way of the energy ball that her brother had just shot at them.

"Watch you're tongue" Wyatt sneered as the energy balls continued to come towards her.

She dived and bended Matrix style to avoid the rainfall of death that was being caused by Wyatt.

While she did this, she couldn't help but wonder why he was concentrating so hard on her. If anything Chris was more powerful than she was, and figured he would be most interested to get rid of the older sibling.

She decided to try that talking thing again,

"Wyatt please, I still don't get why. Why go through all this trouble. Why make it so hard. Why not do this from the very beginning?" Mel asked as she froze a few energy balls.

Wyatt actually stopped to think about her questions.

"Well, I went through the trouble because I need you dead to finish what I'm trying to do. I didn't exactly mean to make this such a frivolous event. And why not do it from the beginning? I thought I would let other people take care of the job, other than having your blood on my hands" he answered coldly, not thinking of how they would react.

"So you're saying that it was too troublesome to do it yourself? Or are you saying that you couldn't handle it, and didn't want our deaths on your conscience?" Chris asked slyly, picking up on his brother's slip up.

Wyatt turned to him and let out a low growl in his throat.

"Don't think that this is hard for me, because let me tell you. This is one of the easiest jobs I've ever had to do" he assured them, in a low voice.

"You two don't mean anything to me anymore. In fact, you never did. You were just in my way, you always have been. You've stopped me from getting everything that I've wanted, and I'm not about to let that continue" Wyatt continued.

A small sound, which was a cross between a sob and a gasp escaped Melinda.

"I know that you two won't be able to kill me, you never thought you would. Fortunately, I don't have the same issues" he said.

He formed some weird ball in his hand, not quite like an energy ball. This one looked more dark and menacing. It was black with red swirling in it.

Melinda stepped forward, tears forming in her eyes.

"Wyatt, I'm sorry you feel that way. Because no matter what you do, whether you back down, or carry out your plan and turn the world evil, or whatever the hell your plan is" she started, her breathing becoming shallow and quick.

"You will always be our big brother. Whether you like it or not, you are, and there's nothing you can do to change that." Melinda told him.

"You can pretend all you want that we didn't have fond memories together. You go ahead and keep trying to forget how you used to help me and Chris with our homework, how I took the blame for that explosion in the attic, when you tried to do some weird potion and messed up, because I knew that you had plans that night, and you were really looking forward to it.

"You can try all you want to forget how you and Chris used to gang up on me because I was the youngest, or forget how I always got you two back for whatever stupid things you did to me, jokingly of course. You try to push the memory of us three sitting in your room late at night, talking and laughing together

"Try to forget how worried I know you were when I went out with Beth and Jason, and didn't come back until late at night, with a broken arm no less. Forget how Chris saved your life when you were attacked by three darklighters. Forget how Chris and I would always come to help you when you were in trouble, and how you would always come to us"

Melinda laughed lightly, tears were streaming down her face.

"You can try to forget how you and Chris would interrogate ever so subtly every guy I ever brought home, even when I assured you that we were simply friends. Nothing more, nothing less"

At this point, Chris was standing beside his sister, his arm draped protectively around her shoulders.

He couldn't believe what she was doing, and he was so proud of her. She was standing up to the one person who had been the reason for her pain and nightmares for so long.

"You can try all you want to forget about everything you meant to us, and everything we meant to you, but you know you will never be able to." She finished, shaking her head.

"How dare you!" Wyatt said taking a menacing step towards her.

"How dare you talk about things that you don't even understand! You don't know me, you never did"

Chris stepped in,

"Get over yourself Wyatt. We know more about you then you could ever imagine. We are your siblings. We've known you for so long. Don't try to say that we don't know you"

Wyatt looked overwhelmed. He had expected to walk in, fight a little, kill them, and walk out. But they were making it so damn hard! He remembered that he still held the menacing energy ball in his hand,

"You don't have to admit it, but we will. Despite everything you've done, and everything you very well might do, I am your sister, and Chris is you brother. Your flesh and blood brother and sister. Whether you believe it or not, we can forgive you, because, we still love you Wy." She finished quietly.

Wyatt flinched at what she called him. Nobody had called him "Wy" since he had turned.

He shook his head vigorously. This wasn't supposed to be happening. He was the strongest witch in the world dammit! Yet here he was, being softened by his little brother and his little sister.

"SHUT UP!" he screamed. He was tired of this, he lunged the mystery ball at Melinda.

It hit her square in the stomach and she stumbled back, utterly surprised. She looked up at Wyatt with sad eyes before she dropped to the ground, bleeding profusely.

"NO!" Chris yelled. He ran to his sister's side and kneeled down beside her, immediately pulling her head onto his lap.

Whatever Wyatt had thrown at her, she was now bleeding from a very large wound in her stomach.

It was times like this when being a half Whitelighter who couldn't heal was really a pain in the ass.

"Mel, you're going to be ok, I promise" he whispered to his sister, who simply nodded and breathed uncomfortably.

Chris turned to look up at Wyatt. A mix of emotions played on his face.

"I hope you can live with yourself after this" he sneered.

"I can't believe you. You are sitting here, watching your baby sister die and worst of all, it's your fault" he growled.

"Chris please…" Melinda begged in a small voice.

"I don't want my last memory to be you two fighting" she explained, letting out a soft groan.

Wyatt stood there, watching the scene unfold. He didn't know what to think anymore. He had finally gotten what he wanted, 1 of the 2 people standing in his way was going to day at any minute.

Yet he felt sad, completely miserable. Maybe this wasn't what he wanted after all.

Maybe everything had been…a mistake.

He felt a tear slide down his cheek as he listened to the wheezing breaths of his baby sister, and watching his little brother comfort her as he just stood there, doing nothing except knowing it was his fault.

Suddenly, he felt strange. He watched fascinated as his clothes changed from all black to jeans and a red t-shirt. Wyatt then ran his fingers through his hair and noticed that it was much shorter.

He turned to look at his siblings. Chris looked absolutely confused, yet happy at the same time, and somehow, Melinda was able to look positively beaming as she bled to death.

"Oh my god…Mel!" he gasped as he ran to her side.

He looked at the damage had had inflicted, his face absolutely crestfallen.

Wyatt held a shaky hand over the wound, and prayed that after so long, he would still be able to heal her.

It took him awhile, and he became nervous when her breaths slowed down. But finally, his hands began to glow and slowly but surely, the wound closed itself.

She gasped deeply as she was now back in full health.

"Wy…" she breathed, a warm smile gracing her features.

Wyatt looked from Chris to Melinda.

"I am…am so sorry. So, so sorry" he said slowly, shaking his head.

The two younger siblings shared a glance before each took their older brother in a tight hug.

"Don't worry about it bro. Like Mel said, we forgive you, and we love you" Chris assured.

The End