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The sisters were facing Chris and Polly so they saw the identical expressions of surprise and horror that crossed their faces before each one jumped up and started backing away.
"... if I was here to kill, you'd all be dead by now..." the voice continued.
Turning around the sisters found a tall blonde man standing there, flanked on either side by a demon.
His hair was long and his eyes a frigid blue.
He was dressed in black and had a very nonchalant expression on his face, his eyes focused over them and on his wayward family members.
"Oh my god!" Paige exclaimed, "Is that... is that Wyatt?" she said standing, her eyes wide.
The blonde man didn't even glance at her. In fact he had yet to look at the sisters.
He said nothing, just continued to stare at Chris and Polly, not moving, not saying anymore, just studying them.
The subject's of his intense study decided now would be a good time to leave. They tried to respectively shimmer and orb out, only to reappear in the same spot seconds later.
Wyatt rolled his eyes, something akin to humor on his face, "Come on, like I'd not cloak the house before I showed myself to you," he said, "I've been here for like twenty minutes," he added, a small smile on his lips.
It vanished though at his next words, "I'm tired of this game. Neither of you belong here and it is time to go," his words left no room for argument.
Polly opened her mouth to do just that, when Chris cut her off, "No one here is playing a game Wyatt, dismiss your demons and we'll discuss just what it is we're doing here," he said, his tone matching his brothers - cold.
Long ago Chris had learned that it was easier to deal with Wyatt if you got rid of his demon minions.
You were less likely to get beat within an inch of your life if you defied him in private.
"No Chris, no discussing, private or otherwise. You and Polly will be coming with me -- one way or another," the threat was obvious.
The room was silent.
"Oh no they won't," Piper said suddenly as she stood, Phoebe right behind her.
"Not if they don't want to," Phoebe added.
Once again Wyatt did not acknowledge them, he looked to his minions, "Bring them," he said softly.
Before he orbed up to the attic.
The demons had instantly shimmered behind Chris and Polly grabbing them in a choke hold and shimmering away with.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Piper kept repeating over and over again, panicking as the realization that her evil son from the future was here.
"The attic, Paige, orb us to the attic," Phoebe said quickly.
Paige did as her sister asked, grabbing hands and orbing.
Upstairs, Chris had made a move to escape, vanquishing the demon who had held him.
Of course another came at him, flinging fire balls. Chris diverted them all sending them back to the assailant.
He had killed four demons when the Charmed Ones orbed in.
They were just in time to see Wyatt telekinetically lift his younger sibling off the ground and pin him up high against a wall, his fist closing as he blocked off Chris's airway.
"STOP IT," he hissed, his blue eyes hard, he was the only person allowed to vanquish his demons.
Everyone was frozen, watching Chris struggle for breath mutely. Not believing what they were seeing...
Piper felt a wave of fury descend over her suddenly, as she watched this very large, very imposing... very evil Wyatt strangling her son.
"WYATT MATTHEW HALLOWELL," she screamed, "PUT YOUR BROTHER DOWN THIS INSTANT!!"
And to her surprise -- he did.
He glanced at her quickly before slowly lowering Chris to the ground.
Then he turned and vanquished -- with wave of his hand -- all the demons in the room.
"Mumma?" little Wyatt said as he materialized at her feet.
He'd heard her call.
Piper jumped back a little, before bending to pick him up, "Not you darling, Mommy wouldn't yell at you like that. You're a good a boy," she murmured holding him close. Her eyes on the darkly clad figure now pacing her attic.
Chris was on the floor, leaning against the wall, his eyes closed, his breathing labored. Polly was standing near another wall her eyes wide and scared.
"Do you often terrorize the younger members of your family?" Piper asked him, her voice livid.
This was her son?
The same sweet baby she held in her arms.
What the hell had happened?
Wyatt stopped his pacing, and turned to offer some biting comment, the words stuck in throat though.
What he found was his mom - in all her glory.
Her brown eyes flashing angrily as she held ... him securely in her arms. A slim hand lying protectively over her extended belly, a few strands of long, dark hair across her shoulder...
She was the epitome of a Madonna and he felt a lump rise in his throat.
It had been a long time...
"Mom?" the whispered word was out of his mouth, before he could stop it.
It was filled with wonder and completely unfit for the Source of All Evil he had become.
Piper's eyes softened somewhat, but her anger was still there, "What the hell do you think your doing!" she chastised, "You can't go around attacking your brother like that!! I KNOW that is not how I raised you!!"
"He was killing my demons," Wyatt stated, his expression almost petulant.
"Well maybe you shouldn't have demons, have you ever thought of that?" Piper stated.
He shrugged, eyeing her silently, after a moment he stated, "You're pregnant with Chris."
She answered anyway, "Yes, I am," she said firmly before turning away, "Come on Wyatt let's go see if Auntie Shelia can come over and get you. I don't want you to be a bad influence on yourself," she said softly, pressing a kiss to her baby's temple.
"s'f-elf," Wyatt repeated, his blue eyes wonderingly and most of all innocent.
She nodded, holding him just a little tighter, "yeah yourself,"
Big Wyatt's gaze followed her all the way to the door.
Then he turned to Polly and said, "You lied to me."
Polly shook her head, not meeting his gaze, "I did not, I said I wanted to spend the night at the Manor. I'm going to."
He shook his head, "You were going to. Now you're coming home with me,"
"Home?" Chris said from the other side, his voice bitter and angry, as he stood to face his brother, "What home are you talking about, Wyatt? We have no home!! You turned our home into a museum!!"
"MY GOD! are we back to that!!!" Wyatt bellowed as he whirled on Chris.
The two men were glaring at each other with something akin to disgust, "I am sick to death of talking about that!!! I am the oldest and the Manor is MINE to do with as I please!!"
"That's not true," Chris bellowed back, "The Manor belongs to us all and you had no right to strong-arm us out of it!!!"
"I had every right!! I assumed responsibility for everyone and therefore I could do as I saw fit,"
"How is it fitting for you to turn our ancestral home into a freak show!!"
Wyatt growled, "I am not going to have this conversation again!!"
"Let's try to calm down," Phoebe said as she walked over to Chris, placing her hand on his arm, "We don't want to provoke anyone into doing something regrettable," she said, smiling as best she could.
This big Wyatt, was rather scary... with his ability to vanquish a room of demons with a wave of his hand.
Wyatt stared at her a moment before turning around and running a hand through his hair. The attic was silent as they all observed him, everyone tensing with each step he took.
Piper walked back in, carrying baby Wyatt.
"Shelia'll be right over," she told everyone, noticing they were all quiet now.
"He kills her," Polly said softly to the room in general from the far wall of the attic, all eyes turned to her.
"Polly..." Chris warned.
She ignored him, her eyes on a distant spot as she recalled Davie's face as he told her about the death of his parents.
Wyatt scowled at her, "I did not,"
"You might as well of. It was your orders," she insisted.
He was going to reply but Piper spoke first, "Wha... what do you mean he kills her? Wyatt? Shelia? The Shelia that's coming over here?" she asked her face pale her eyes wide.
In fact all the sisters were pale now, a sense of dread filling them.
"His god-mother Shelia?" Paige continued.
Polly nods slowly, "And Darryl too,"
"I did not," Wyatt insisted, facing Piper, feeling the need to justify himself to his mother, thankful that he'd already killed all the demons present. "Their deaths were accidental. Not in any way meant to happen," he insisted.
Piper just stared at him, feeling the world around her begin to tip. "Som...someone take Wyatt..." she whispered, as her grip on him started to loosen. She was getting hot and it was getting harder to breathe...
She felt someone take the child from her, heard Wyatt calling to her but he seemed so far away...
Chris and Wyatt were at her side in a flash, one on each side, they lowered her onto a couch.
"Lay down for minute," Chris said softly, as he and Wyatt knelt in front of her.
She didn't though, instead she searched Wyatt's face, her breathing erratic, "Tell me you didn't... you didn't... kill..." tears fill her eyes, "My god... have you seen the way she is with you... she adores you..." the tears spilled.
Wyatt stood, turning away from her, "I owe no one any explanations," he said harshly.
"Oh god, oh god no..." she said, her hands fluttering.
"Sweetie, you need to calm down..." Phoebe said softly, shushing baby Wyatt who was starting to fuss.
"It's not good for the baby," Paige said.
"My son...he... my baby... he... oh god, I'm.... what kind of mother am I..." she moaned, trying to get up.
Wyatt let out a frustrated groan as he moved quickly to kneel in front of her again, blocking her way up. Taking her hands in his, "A wonderful one," he said seriously, her eyes though were still frantic, "Listen to me. What happened with them was an accident. They were at the wrong place at the wrong time. I would never have ordered they're deaths," he said in an attempt to soothe.
Piper wasn't in the least comforted, though. He showed no remorse. It was accident and that was it...
She closed her eyes trying to control her breathing.
"Chris is right, you should just lay back for a minute," Wyatt said softly, the caring and concern in his voice taking every one by surprise.
Piper felt herself being leaned back gently, and in that gentleness she found hope. This was her little boy and somehow she was going to save him.
Wyatt on the other hand simply watched her, his eyes intently on her face.
This wasn't good for her... this stress.
And he hated himself for caring. Because whether or not he'd broken the ties that linked him with his family he had never had to break the tie that had bound him to her.
To any of them.
They'd all gone by the time he was breaking bonds.
Thank goodness too, because looking at his mother... he doubted he would ever have been able to.
He realized suddenly that he'd laid his hand on her stomach... and that there was something moving there.
"Shit!" he said pulling back as if he'd been burned.
He turned to Chris who was kneeling next to him, also studying their mom, "You kicked me," he said accused.
Chris smirked, as he reached out and laid his hand on his mother's stomach, feeling himself move inside her. Wyatt followed the example, replacing his hand.
The baby was moving all over the place.
A moment later they each felt a soft hand atop theirs .
Piper was studying them as she laid on hand on each boy. She sat up a little but still said nothing.
And didn't let go of their hands.
"No more yelling okay," she said softly, "And no more powers,"
They stared at her. She was still a little flushed and the tears were dangerously close to spilling again.
They wordlessly nodded.
"My boys," she said sweetly, the hands moving up to cup each face.
It was Wyatt that pulled away first. Breaking eye contact, removing himself from her touch. A gentle, loving touch that brought with it memories of a childhood he'd done his best to forget.
A childhood that weakened him.
If he'd lived his life by those principles... he wouldn't even be half the man he was today.
Those principles limited his power...
...that's why he'd rid himself of them...
... and everything else that might limit the full scope of his greatness....
Standing and he paced a few steps before stopping and surveying the people in the attic.
Paige, Phoebe, and Polly were standing near the head of the sofa, with Chris kneeled in front of it, and his mother laying on it.
This was way to homey for him.
"As quaint as this is, the acrid sweetness of the moment is making me sick. We're leaving," he said abruptly.
Chris stood, "I'm not going,"
"Neither am I," Polly declared firmly.
"It wasn't a ques - "
Polly interrupted curiously, "How is it you got here?"
That stopped him in his tracks, he actually laughed, "As if the spell not being in the book would stop me," he said mockingly.
"It stopped you until now," Chris retorted.
"No it didn't. I chose to not send anyone else here. After what happened with Bianca I didn't want to lose anymore of my assassins. They're rather hard to come by, ya know,"
The telekinetic energy caught Wyatt by surprise, flinging him to the other end of the attic and smashing him against a shelf - hard.
It fell to pieces around him.
He sat there, a moment, the breath knocked out of him, before fury took over.
Standing he hauled his brother to him with a force that it brought wind into the attic.
Chris staggered to stop a few feet away from him.
"Wyatt, don't - " Piper called, but was roundly ignored.
This time Wyatt didn't do it telekinetically, this time he went for his brother with his fists.
Chris was furious, though, and more than ready to go at it.
The only magic used was occasionally one would use telekinesis to bring the other closer or fling them away.
Other than that it was an all-out fist fight. Once in which Wyatt had the overall advantage, but Chris made up for it with sheer tenacity.
The sisters were yelling for them to stop. Piper tried freezing the scene, she knew it wouldn't work, but tried anyway.
They were destroying lamps, chairs, knick-knacks - even toppled the book from it's stand.
Polly however, was silent, simply watching the fight. It wasn't the first time she'd seen Wyatt and Chris fighting. A sense of dread filled her though as she saw them wrestling on the floor... Wyatt's patience would wear thin soon...
The two men weren't saying anything, just silently attempting to throttle each other.
Then suddenly, Wyatt formed an energy ball and flung it at Chris. The dark haired boy, not expecting it, fell back against some chairs - breaking them - and was trying to get up when Wyatt stood over him and facilitated the process.
Grabbing him by the shirt and bringing him to his feet, "The next time you attack, be prepared to follow through, little brother," he hissed, making the last two words sound like a curse.
Chris struggled against him, "Let me go, let go," he cried furiously, ignoring the waves pain that shot through him.
The older man tightened his hold Chris, once again blocking off his airway.
"Both of you stop it NOW," Polly said firmly, walking to them.
She put herself in between them, shoving Wyatt away. Once released Chris slumped to the ground, his entire left side throbbing from where the energy ball had hit.
Polly lowered herself to his side, as she examined him, the eyes she turned on Wyatt were reproachful, "He's really hurt, Wy," she said as if that hadn't been the intention.
The sisters looked on in shock, of course he was hurt... Wyatt had just beat the shit out of him and then hit him with energy balls...
But none of them said anything, they just watched. Baby Wyatt lying contentedly in his aunt's arms.
Wyatt was breathing heavily, his fists still clenched from the fight, but the murderous glint in his eyes had faded.
He kneeled down, beside Polly reaching his hand out to Chris.
"No," Chris stated his voice faint as he summoned the strength to slap the hand away his eyes barely open.
Wyatt glared at him before transferring his gaze to Polly, a pointed look on his face.
Polly sighed, "Please Chris," she whispered, "For me..."
The boy said nothing. After a moment Wyatt once again outstretched his hand. This time Chris held absolutely still.
The glow appeared moments later. Chris pushed his brother away though, as soon as he was strong enough to sit up.
He wasn't completely healed, but that was all he was willing to accept from Wyatt.
Polly looked from one to the other, before saying in a perturbed voice, "What did Aunt Pip just say to you two,"
"We didn't yell," Chris pointed out, rubbing some kinks out of his shoulder.
Polly rolled her eyes, "Besides the point Chris... look at this mess," she complained.
Wyatt did looked and then he said a few words and magically all was restored, chairs were fixed, tables were righted, the book was back in it's place.
Silently, he stood and walked over to the triquetra symbol, placing his hands against it, he murmured a spell and it opened.
He turned to them, "As amusing as this has been... we'll be leaving now,"
Polly stood in flash, "We're not going!"
"Don't make me have to get rough with Paula. I don't want to hurt you," he said, and meant it.
"No one is hurting anyone," Phoebe said suddenly, her eyes flashing.
"Close that thing," she told her nephew, motioning towards the wall, "Come on, close it now..."
Wyatt growled, "I'm not the two year old your holding. Speaking to me as such will do no good."
"If you were two, I'd put you over my knee for what you just did, mister," Phoebe stated.
Paige nodded, "Absolutely, you can't go around doing that to people, especially your brother..."
Wyatt stared at them, "In case you didn't notice," he said deadpan, "... he attacked first."
"You provoked him," Paige insisted.
"I stated the truth," he said firmly, "... assassins are hard to come by, they don't like to answer to anyone but themselves. And I am fed up with being blamed for Bianca's death," he continued, "IT WAS NOT MY FAULT."
No one answered him. The silence was oppressing. The portal stood open, swirling it's ominous colors, daring anyone to enter it.
The doorbell had them all jumping up.
Even Wyatt.
"That'll be Shelia," Piper said faintly, standing, Paige reached out to steady her.
"I'm okay," she whispered, looking at Phoebe, "Here give'm to me..." Phoebe handed baby Wyatt over to his mother. Then in a stronger voice Piper added, looking to everyone in general, "Everyone downstairs..." she motioned with her arm, on downstairs..." looking at older Wyatt, "... and you mister, do what your aunt says and close that thing..."
Wyatt glared at his mother for a moment... hoping to stare her down... unfortunately for him, whenever he looked at her he was 16 years old.
Sighing he turned and closed the portal.
He eyed them as they all began to move towards the door, waited until his mother had exited.
"I'm sorry," he said to them, just as Paige reached the door, "I didn't want to have to do this."
Before any of them could react he tossed a vial of something into the middle of the room.
It exploded loudly, filling the attic with dark smoke, choking the occupants... they coughed and sputtered, tears filling their eyes.
And when the smoke cleared, Wyatt was gone.