Title: Charmed Christmas
Summary: Wyatt comes home to what he thinks will be a normal Christmas with the family…when are things ever that simple?
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I'm trying to get these out as fast as possible. Thanks to college this story might go on haitus for a while
Disclaimer: I only own Alyssa and Phoebe's kids so far. But I wish I owned Chris.
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The horsemen stopped a few feet away and dismounted. "Wyatt, what's going on?" asked Alyssa. "I don't know, Lys but stay behind me. Both of you," he added with a sharp look at Chris. Chris shoved his way up front. "We're all witches, Wyatt; we should deal with this together." Wyatt rolled his eyes at his little brother but did nothing except unsheathe his sword.
A man with long gray hair walked over to Wyatt and fell on bended knee. "My lord," he said, "fear not we have come to rescue you." Wyatt looked at him as though he'd lost his mind. "Rescue me?" he asked. "My lord?" questioned Chris. "Wyatt, do you know these people?" asked Alyssa in a shaky voice. "I don't care if he does or not. I say we take him out," snapped Chris.
The older man looked at Chris with something between hate and anger in his eyes. "How dare you talk to your ruler that way, scum," he hissed venomously. He snapped his fingers and four guards came over; grabbing Alyssa and Chris, hauling them away.
"What the hell?" screamed Alyssa as both struggled to get free. "Get off of me! Wyatt!" Chris called, "Tell your watch dogs to back off!" Wyatt moved to help his brother but found his way blocked by more guards in black. "Don't worry, my prince, we will have these traitors punished," said the elder with an oily voice. "Punished? What do you mean punished? Who are you anyway? Chris! Lyssie!" Wyatt tried to fight the guards but was hopelessly outnumbered.
"I, your highness?" the old man asked "I, of course am your head advisor, Lord Eric Gray. And their punishment is as it always has been; Death." Wyatt had a stricken look on his face as heard Alyssa give one final cry before she and their brother were knocked out. He struggled even harder against the guards as he helplessly watched his siblings dragged on to horses and rode away. "Death?" gasped Wyatt, "You can't do that! Don't you dare hurt my siblings!" Lord Gray looked very confused. "Your majesty you are under some sort of spell, let us get you back to the castle and remedy that," he pleaded. Wyatt continued to struggle until he also was knocked out.
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When Chris and Alyssa came to they were in a dark, dank cell. Alyssa was the first to come to. She blearily opened her eyes to see that her immediate surroundings were damp and covered with mold. "Oh gross," she groaned as she heard Chris waking up behind her. Chris moaned as he woke up to a lot of pain in his head. "Hey Chris, you alright?" asked his sister. "Yeah I think so, it's just my head. We took a real beating back there," he said. Alyssa nodded in agreement. "Any ideas on how to get out of here?" Chris asked. "Not a one," she responded. Chris sighed. "You wanna try orbing?" he asked. Alyssa nodded. "Anything to get out of here." She closed her eyes to concentrate and focused on where she wanted to go. After five minutes Chris interrupted her thoughts. "Forget it, Lyss, don't tire yourself," he said.
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In contrast to his siblings the eldest Halliwell came to in grand bedroom. "Oh god my head is in pain," he muttered to the empty room. He slowly slid out of the entirely too large bed and looked at his surroundings. One side was dominated by a pair of portraits. The male looked a lot like him and next to it was a good looking female who reminded him vaguely of Chris's current girlfriend Bianca. "Oh jesus," he murmured. He looked down and realized his clothes had been removed and new ones put in their place.
He was distracted from his musings by a knock on the door. "Um, come in," he called. Another guard in black came through the door and knelt. "Your Highness," he said reverently, "I trust you slept well?" Wyatt was too freaked out to do anything but nod. "Lord Gray wishes to speak to you about the prisoners at your earliest convenience," he stated. "Uh, yeah speaking of those, where are they?" asked Wyatt. "I do not know my lord," the guard answered.
At that moment Lord Eric Gray swept into the room. Locating Wyatt he gave a grand bow. "Your Highness," he said. "I must speak with you about the prisoners." "Uh yeah sure," answered Wyatt, "Could you help with a question first?" "As you wish, My Lord," the answer came with another deep bow. "Who's the girl in the portrait?" The entire room stared at him. Wyatt was beginning to feel really out of place when Gray stepped in once again. "It is of course your queen, my lord. She is in France right now as you recall." Wyatt's eyes widened at the mention of the word queen but he nodded anyway. "Of course. Now on to the prisoners," he hoped to god he sounded royal enough.
Apparently he did because Eric seemed pleased with the reaction. Wyatt couldn't hold the compsure when told that they planned to put his dear siblings to death. He barely heard the fact that they were being kept in the dankest part of the dungeon; he simply trusted his feet to lead him there. Thankfully they did and he saw the two other Halliwells sitting on the stone floor apparently in deep thought. Wyatt was so over come with emotions that he couldn't bring himself to speak. Instead he rattled the bars in hopes that his siblings would notice him.
Chris was the first to look up. His eyes brightened when he saw his big brother standing at the gate. "Wyatt!" he yelled, scrambling up to hug him. Alyssa followed suit soon after and the three of them were hugging and crying. "Oh thank god you guys are both all alright," he said once he regained his voice. "Yeah but I don't think we'll be like that for long," said Alyssa. Wyatt gave her a grim look. "You're right. That Gray bastard is planning to have you guys killed tomorrow." "Tomorrow?!" yelled Chris, "Aw hell. What else could possibly go wrong right now?" He angrily stormed to the back of the cell.
Wyatt rolled his eyes at his brother and looked at Alyssa. "Can't you guys orb out or something?" he asked. She shook her head wearily. "We've tried every magical thing we can think of and nothing's working. It must be cuz we aren't in our time line." Wyatt bit his lip. "So there's no way for you guys to get out?" Chris moved back up to them. "I even tried picking the locks nothing is working." Wyatt ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "What if we tried some power of three?" he suggested. "Anything's worth a try," sighed Alyssa.
Both siblings reached their hands through the bars and grasped Wyatt's. They closed their eyes and began to chant. "Anyone else got anything?" asked Wyatt after about five minutes. They had managed to get a few flickers of power but nothing near what it would take for them to get out. "There had got to be a way out of here!" yelled Chris. Alyssa looked at Wyatt, who returned the look with sympathy. Then she turned to her other brother and sighed. "Chris you need to calm down," she said. "She's right little brother, we'll find a way to get you guys out of here," added Wyatt.
"Wait a sec," said Chris. His siblings looked at him with curiosity. "Mom and the aunts have been trapped in the past many times, right?" Wyatt and Alyssa nodded. "So how did they get out of it?" Wyatt sighed. "Usually by having someone else on the other side," he answered. Alyssa's eyes suddenly sparkled. "That's it!" she squealed. "What's it?" asked the boys together. "Wyatt I need you to get us a broom," she said.