Notes: This is a story that was co-written with Angelina Rose and we hope that you enjoy it. Please review – it makes us happy. And a special thanks to KellyAnnie and SamanthaSkellington for the review of the third chapter!

And I apologize – I had originally intended to update every three days and this chapter is a day late. However, with the way classes are looking I may have to alter my schedule of updating, but please keep reading – that's why I write.

Chapter 4

Somewhere in California …

Bryan had finally figured out his new song and grinned. "You're a good luck charm, you know that? I've been stuck on that song for over a week!" Chuckling at the sleeping form beside him, he stretched his fingers as he practiced his chords.

Angel came over to check on Mac as Peter walked in for his nightly report. "Hey Bryan. Oh, you're playing again, that's great!"

"Yeah, well I got inspired. I must have found my muse again." He smirked at Angel, but then his eyes strayed to Mac.

Angel felt bad for him, seeing the tell-tale signs of a crush in the making. "Bry, maybe you should be..."

She trailed off as Peter rushed over, calling out her name.

"Peter, is everything ok? What's going on?"

Peter finally stood still in front Angel, his eyes shadowed in worry. "We need to talk. There has been some news. About Wyatt. Come with me, please." He didn't want a scene in front of the others.

Angel stood, glancing worriedly at Bryan. "Of course, I'll be right there!" Walking out into the hallways with him, she turned down another path.

"I'm going to get Chris, he needs to hear this too. We'll come right to your office though!" Hurrying to his room, she knocked on the door. "Chris? Are you there?"

Chris Halliwell was tired. He'd been running around helping everyone else today and just needed some time to himself. But instead of being smart and getting in a quick nap, he struggled forward in his endless search to find his missing brother. Recently there had been no new leads and it was beginning to wear him down. After 3 years, most people would have given up, but he was a Halliwell – and was much too stubborn to do anything but keep trying.

Looking up as he heard Angel, he walked over and opened the door. "I'm here, what is it?"

Angel looked up at him, worried. His clothes were rumpled, looking like he'd worn them a few days; and his shaggy brown hair was mussed, clouding his eyes.

"Are you okay Chris? You look…worn."

Chris sighed. "I'm okay Angel, what happened?"

Angel was still worried, but gave him a break and simply said "Peter has some new info about Wyatt. We're supposed to meet him in his office as soon as possible."

Chris pushed past her in his hurry to Peter's office. "What are we standing here for? Come on!"

Meanwhile, somewhere in the Underworld...

Calem looked around the shabby apartment that he just appeared in. "Not the Ritz, but it'll do for a few days. Then I'll be back in the lap of luxury, thanks to the Source himself."

Searching around for any magic protections the witch had possibly put into place before realizing it didn't matter – not now that he had inhabited Jace's body. Chuckling, he collapsed on the bed, quickly falling asleep.

Jace mentally cursed as he pulled himself to a standing position. He looked around for any other signs of life, frowning when he heard low talking coming from the next room.

'So how long do you think we'll have to keep him here?'

There was a short pause and Jace strained to hear more.

'I'm not sure, but if he doesn't wake up in a few hours, we have to force feed him. Don't forget we have to keep the body alive or the plan won't work.'

Jace sat back down on the cot he woke up on, frowning. I'm not sure what's going on, but it doesn't sound good at all! I have to find a way out of here – and fast!

This time he took a closer look at his surroundings, determined to get home.