Ok, I'm so sorry this took so long. I've got finals and district tests and ORQ's all this week, so I figured I'd go ahead and get this up before the end of semester rush. I want to add that from chapter two on, Chris and Shea are 20. I'm not good with numbers or anything like that. Ask my algebra teacher. So, I completely forgot to add that. I'm happy, anyways. UofL's going to the Orange Bowl and won the BE title, so that's good. Well, I'm gonna stop rambling so I can get off and wish that my sisters friends would stop freakin' calling my house, so I can finish my art history project in peace!

Anyways, thanks to everyone who reviewed and read my last chapter! And just so you know, I am very, very grateful to my beta Curt, but she is just soooo preoccupied lately. So I'm gonna put this chap up without her looking over it. Any mistakes are my fault. Sorry. Oh, and this WILL be an AU story. I finally decided on that. Enjoy!

"Do you remember back when days were longer, dreams were bigger then,

the weight of the world had not yet landed on the shoulders of a man,

(I thought) I thought that time stood still, sheltered, protected,

they never told me this would end or that the leaves would fall again."

Looking back, he should have known there would be trouble when he stepped outside. His brother had always been able to sense him. So, it was no surprise that his brother found him as soon as he stepped into a no-magic sector of town. Neither brother stopped to ask questions. An energy ball lit up in Wyatt's hand, before being thrown at Chris. The younger man deflected it and sent it back, just as Excalibur appeared. Shimmering out, Wyatt suddenly stood only inches from him, the famous sword held up by his side in a threatening manner towards his brother.

"Stop this, Chris. Fighting me is only causing you more grief. What are you doing here?" his brother spat. His answer was to telekinetically blast his off guard older brother back several feet. Wyatt pushed himself to his feet, irritated. There was no escaping what came next. He shimmered in front of Chris and swung. The younger Halliwell jumped back, sword grazing his shoulder, leaving a thin line of blood visible through his shirt.

"What I'm doing out here is trying to find out where you've taken Shea. She hasn't come back since two nights ago. What did you do to her? Where is she?" he snapped. Wyatt visibly flinched, eyes widening for a moment, before his usual mask returned. Green eyes flashing, Chris lashed out with his telekinesis again, sending his brother back to the ground.

"Where is she?" he hissed as Wyatt pulled himself up a second time.

"Dammit, Chris, I don't know. Why am I always the bad guy?"

"Because you're evil."

"Not that crap again. I've told you, there is no good or evil, Chris," he sighed. Chris tried to blast him again, but his power was deflected back onto himself by Excalibur, sending him to the ground. Wyatt shimmered in front of him seconds later, crouching down and resting the sword at his neck.

"What did you do with her?" he asked again, trying to keep his voice calm. Wyatt shook his head, sighing. That was when they both felt it. Shea's telepathy sending them vibes of fear. Both stood up, glaring at each, but the message was clear. 'Come and find me. I'm in trouble.' They both saw where they needed to go.

"See you down there," Wyatt said, before shimmering out. Blue orbs of light followed him as his brother orbed to the same place.

Chris appeared in the cave only moments later to find Wyatt and the demon circling each other, Shea on her hands and knees chained up in the corner of the room, looking surprised Wyatt was there at all. The demons hand lit up with the blue electricity of an energy ball Wyatt held the sword up for everyone to see. He was moving towards her the minute the demon was distracted. Shea glanced up at him as he crouched next to her, but turned her attention back to Wyatt as he used a quick spell to undo the chains, realising if his powers would work on them, then she would have used hers already.

She pushed herself dizzily to her feet, leaning against him as she stood. Something was off with her, that much he knew. Her sudden mental link with him told him that her mind was hazy and unclear.

"What's wrong?" he asked her, breaking the silence. Wyatt turned to look at her and the demon used the distraction, throwing the energy ball. It was quickly deflected by Excalibur.

"What's wrong with her?" Wyatt demanded of the demon, sensing that something was wrong as well. The harshness of his tone caused the demon to visibly flinch, but a sly smirk spread across his face none the less.

"Poison. That's what I'm good for, after all," the demon replied. Shea began to shake against Chris' side. Looking down, he realized that her lips were turning a dangerous shade of blue and her eyes were shutting ever so slowly.

"Uh, Wyatt, you might wanna hurry this up. She's not looking so good," he stated. Wyatt turned to see what he meant. Again, the demon took advantage, and again the energy ball was deflected by the sword, only seconds before he pinned the creature against a wall with his telekinesis.

"If I do whatever it is you want me to do, will you give her the antidote?" Wyatt snapped irritably.

"Maybe," the demon considered.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Your powers."

"So take me back, back to better days,

cause this time between is wasting me away,

take me back, when we were not afraid,

cause this time between is wasting me away."

Take Me Back By: Story of The Year