A/N: Oh wow! I'm really glad most of you guys think my story's pretty good! You have more confidence in me than I have on myself! LOL. ;-) Thanks so much! Especially to those who reviewed my story and encouraged me to continue. Well, here's the next chapter! I hope it's as good as the other chapters. Again, please do review! I'm open to anything! Be it comments, suggestions, criticisms, encouragements or even gibberish! ;-)

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Disclaimer: I've said it once and I guess I have to say it again! (Even though it just simply tears me apart when I do! LOL.) Here goes! I don't own Charmed. There, all is said! It's a fact and no matter how much I dream, I guess it's never going to change. ;-) Oh well, another dream goes down the drain… (Jeez, that drain's getting pretty congested, you know?) Anyways, yeah, I'm babbling right now! Enough of this and lets get on with the story, shall we? Okay!!!!! ;-)

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DESTINY'S PULL

CHAPTER 3 – Where's Chris?

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Previously on Destiny's Pull:

The Angel of Death sadly watched as Chris felt his soul parting with his body. He watched as the teenager dropped to the ground screaming. He watched as Chris' soul was sucked by Destiny's Hole. He did not want to hurt Chris at all but it was the only way he could see his past life. By being dead, even for just that moment. It was the only way to make him understand. The Angel could easily return the soul to its body once the past memories are intact.

Death looked around the Halliwell manor and hoped that no one would arrive before Chris returned. He wouldn't want to be summoned again by the Halliwells. Piper's wrath was truly something to marvel at, given that you were just a spectator and not the victim.

The Angel gave one last glance at the body before flicking his fingers, causing all the lights in the manor to shut off. The house was instantly in darkness. The Angel then followed Chris' soul into Destiny's Hole and he too began to fall deeper and deeper and deeper, though with the ease of someone who had done this numerous of times already.

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"Aaaaaaarrrrgggghhhh!" Wyatt screamed as he felt pain beyond anything he had felt before. His insides were twisting and his eyesight darkened for a moment as he felt himself wanting to collapse. He held on tightly to the edge of the table and forced himself to stand straight. He was sweating profusely. Something was definitely wrong. This was surely not just something he was getting from his emphatic powers.

"Halliwell!" Danny Breen cried as he rushed to his leader's side. He may dislike Wyatt and pester him a lot, but he couldn't turn his back on someone in pain. After all, he used to be a First Aid scout… even if he never really felt like it. "What's wrong, Halliwell?" He asked concerned, though not as how a friend would sound. More of like acquaintances.

"N-n-nothing!" Wyatt managed to growl at him. "What do you care?" He asked harshly. He couldn't help it. It was hard to try to be nice when you feel yourself tearing apart.

Breen acted as if he didn't hear the harshness in Wyatt's voice. "You need help. I'll find a teacher." Most of the students were done with their projects. Wyatt's group was the only one left in the lab. Breen turned to his two other group mates. Their eyes were wide with fear.

"Suzy! Janice! A little help over here!" He demanded of the two girls a bit unsympathetically. The girls rushed over as Breen straightened up to look for a teacher. "Make sure he doesn't collapse. And get him to sit down. I'll be back." With those words, he hurried out the Lab.

Suzy hastened to get a chair as Janice supported a shaking Wyatt. When he was finally seated and his shakes quieted down to trembles, Wyatt tried to sense what was wrong. His instincts told him to check his family. He began with his mom. She was in P3 discussing band arrangements with the band manager. She seemed ready to yell the manager's head off as he tried to raise the price. That was good… right? At least his mom was safe.

He then continued his sensing. His dad was a bit hard to get through to, considering Leo was attending to other charges. When Leo had given up on elder duties to be with his family more, the usual bunch of charges was given back to him as well. When Wyatt finally located his dad, Leo was on the other side of the world talking with one of his old charges, a British Witch.

Wyatt breathed another sigh of relief as he realized his dad was safe too. His trembles were slowly disappearing. He was starting to breathe easily, though an empty feeling in his heart couldn't be avoided. He then sensed for Chris. He waited for Chris's location to make itself known but it never came. Wyatt started to panic as he tried to concentrate more on Chris. Nothing at all. None. Nada. Nil. Zilch.

"Shit!" He muttered to himself. If Chris couldn't be located, only one of three things could have happened. And none of these three things looked good. Chris was either intentionally blocking him, or he was in the Underworld, or he was… dead. An involuntary shudder ran up Wyatt's spine and he tried to stand up. "Shit!" Wyatt said again, a bit louder than before as he felt a wave of dizziness hit him when he tried to take a step forward. Suzy and Janice looked at him worriedly.

"Sit down Wy! You're going to hurt yourself!" Janice said nervously as she tried to push Wyatt back in the chair. Wyatt was too weak and shaken up to argue. He flopped back to the chair and faced Suzy. Suzy was part of his 'group of friends' at school and she looked as white as ghost as she worried about Wyatt.

"Suzy!" He said, finally seeing an opportunity. "Please! Call my house and ask for Chris… Please Suz…"

The desperation in his voice broke Suzy's heart but she could not see the relevance of doing what Wyatt asked. She replied shaking her head. "We'll worry about that later Wy! When you're steady on your own two feet, okay?" Her voice was fearful yet it had in it the tone of determination. Wyatt knew he couldn't convince her to do anything.

"Dad!" Wyatt screamed in his head, knowing his father would always hear him no matter what. "Dad, help!"

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"I was informed by the Elders of your new power, Alana! I came too see if all is fine." Leo looked around and tried to sense the city. He then continued with a smile. "And I see now that you need not my help in trying to control it! Your house is not on fire, nor is the neighborhood, nor is the city." Leo joked with his charge, a British witch who had just received her fire starting abilities.

Alana smiled at Leo's joke but commented in her soft, British accent. "I did burn a hole in that couch you are sitting on, Leo."

"Accidents do happen Alana, do not worry about it." Leo grinned at his charge, who grinned back. Suddenly, his whole demeanor changed to fright as he heard Wyatt's voice in his head. "Dad! Dad, help!"

"Leo! What is of the matter?" Alana asked alarmed by her Whitelighter's terror-stricken face. She could actually feel his fright, being a developing empath. She was, at that particular moment, glad that it had not yet fully developed. She would have passed out from the apprehension. Even with her untrained powers, she could already feel her heart beating insanely.

"It is my son!" Leo answered, panic obvious in his voice. "He is calling for help!"

"Go!" Alana ordered without any second thought. "What are you waiting for? He is in dire need of you! Go Leo!" Alana had already experienced the misfortune of losing a child and wished none of that on Leo. She even thought it was unreasonable of the Elders to give him charges aside from his family.

Leo flashed her a grateful look before he stood up to orb to wherever Wyatt was. Before bluish-white orb lights could engulf him though, Wyatt's voice cut through his thoughts again. "Dad!" Wyatt's voice was filled with dread. "Dad, its Chris! I can't sense him! Please find him dad!"

Leo felt his heart drop to his stomach. Cold dread filled his body and he realized that he had frozen in place. "Chris…" The whitelighter-father thought to himself. "No… Not Chris… Please not Chris…" Tears started to well up in his eyes as flickers of the Past Chris danced before him, but he hurriedly pushed them away. He wouldn't lose Chris again. He would never allow it.

His breathing turned constricted but he paid no attention as he tried to sense for his youngest son. He could feel nothing at all except the dread growing in his heart. Not even a minute detail, a speck, of how or where Chris was…

Leo shook his head as he tried to think logically. Whitelighters were supposed to be in control when situations like this happen to their charges. Or in this case, family. Where would Chris usually be at this time? Leo, finally arriving at the answer, orbed faster than ever before to the manor.

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Wyatt released a deep breath of relief as he felt his father heed his call. He could feel his dad searching for Chris and that made him breathe easier, though not back to normal. After relaying the message to Leo, he unknowingly held his breath until he felt his dad take in his words. His dad would find him… He always did… He had never let his sons down before… Wyatt just wished this wouldn't be the first time.

Hasty footsteps could be heard from the hallway and soon Danny Breen arrived with Mr. Calvin, their English Literature teacher. One look at Wyatt's pale and slightly quivering head caused the professor to hurry to his side and support the young man. Wyatt was glad that it was his Lit. professor. He had always been close with Mr. Calvin since Piper first enrolled him to the school. Because of him, Literature had been Wyatt's favorite subject for the past 3 years now.

"Wyatt! What's wrong?" Dave Calvin asked his student with concern and care. Wyatt Halliwell was one of his most precious students. Dave Calvin had always admired Wyatt for his good heart and impeccable understanding of literature pieces.

"Sir Calvin!" Wyatt uttered breathless from worry. "Please. I have to get home. Please let me go…"

Dave Calvin took one glance at Wyatt and knew that the idea was unfeasible as of the moment. "Wyatt, I'm so sorry but I can't allow that. We have to bring you to the clinic. You're obviously not well, young man!"

Wyatt groaned but was not given a chance to reply as he was immediately propped up to his feet by strong sturdy hands. He was then supported by both Dave Calvin and Danny Breen out the lab and into the medical wing of the school building.

Suzy, after the three men had finally gone to the clinic, breathed a sight of relief. "Good." She thought. "Wyatt's going to be okay with Sir Calvin around." She then remembered Wyatt's request to call his home: Suzy! Please! Call my house and ask for Chris… She wondered why for a moment and subsequently took out her cellular phone and dialed the Halliwell's residence.

She was responded by the answering machine. "Hey, you've reached the Halliwell's. It's either we're not home or we're busy so leave your message after the beep. We promise to get back at you as soon as possible. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!"

Suzy took a deep breath and spoke hesitantly. "Ummm… Hi, this is Suzy Mayer, Wyatt's friend. Ummm, Wy just asked me to call and look for Chris but I guess no one's home. Jeez, it's obvious, I sound stupid don't I? I'm really, really sorry. By the ways, just to inform you, if ever anyone's listening, Wy's in the clinic. But he's okay so don't worry. Ummm, I guess that's it then. Bye…"

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Before Leo's orbs had fully materialized, he was already twisting his head frantically in search of Chris. He had landed on the attic, thinking that most supernatural phenomena occurred there. He was greatly distraught when he realized it was empty.

"Chris!" He called out in the silent air. "Chris, where are you?" When he could hear no replies, he rushed out of the attic and down the second floor of the manor to Chris's room. Sometimes, rushing was simply quite faster than orbing. This is especially true when the person doing this was scared out of his wits.

Chris's room was empty and it looked as if Chris had not stepped foot on it since he woke up this morning. There were no school books in the floor and Chris's school bag wasn't in his desk. No clothes were visibly out of place and even the bed was still spic and span.

Leo was about to rush to the master bedroom when he heard the answering machine beep. From the 2nd floor landing, he could hear Suzy Mayer ask for Chris. Obviously, it had been Wyatt's request and Suzy was at lost on what to say. Then he heard that Wyatt wasn't feeling well and his paternal instincts told him to grab the phone and ask to talk to his son. Not only to comfort his son but also to inquire on what he was feeling.

Chris and Wyatt have always had that brotherly bond that could surpass even the Charmed Ones' connection. And at times like this, Leo was positive that Wy had felt something from his brother that had caused him to feel ill. He knew Wy would tell him unreservedly. Wyatt was as overprotective, if not more, to Chris as he and Piper were.

Leo hastily orbed to the phone which was located at the Kitchen. He was about to lunge for the receiver when he saw something that had caused his whole world to freeze and his heart to stop. He didn't even hear Suzy's last words before the machine clicked:

"That's it then. Bye…"

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