Author's Note: Ah, what a wonderful week. Boy, I cannot wait for finals to be over.
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Wyatt was getting discouraged, "Why haven't we found it yet?" He huffed dejectedly.

Chris closed the third book they had gone through and looked up, "We'll figure it out. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

Wyatt studied Chris, "But you'll be careful?" He asked Chris suspiciously.

"Why don't we go back to the Manor." Chris suggested, leaving his right hand open. Wyatt took his hand and the two disappeared in orbs, then reappeared in the Manor.

"You guys are back." Piper observed, a bit surprised.

"Yeah, I thought this was a more comfortable environment for Wyatt." Chris told them.

"I'm fine!" Wyatt shot back, embarrassed that the Traveler thought he couldn't handle Magic School.
Also, he was partially angry that his younger brother was insulting him.

Phoebe's intuition told her that it was Chris who truly preferred the Manor to Magic School.
She didn't blame him, he had grown up in the Manor and it was his home. Not to mention that she personally found magic school a bit creepy.

"Good." Piper smiled, she put two plates on the table, "Because you two need to eat."

"I'm not hungry." Chris countered immediately. Discomfort was hidden in his words, but Phoebe believed it best that he learned how to be around his family again.
Chris lifted up some books to show Piper, "I have to go through these anyway."

"Chris." Piper pleaded, exasperated at how much he was pushing her away.

"Books." Paige called with a smirk. As she came to her sister's aid, Paige gave Chris a warning glance, "You may not want to eat, but Wyatt needs to. If you decide that you're too busy, he's going to be guilted into skipping his meal too."

Chris rolled his eyes, "Paige, don't you want to protect the future?"

"Yes and I also want to protect my family. If you suddenly collapse after your three-year hunger strike, then how will we ever do that?"

Chris gave her a glare, but took a seat next to Wyatt. The two ate quietly, not saying anything at all.
Phoebe wondered if Chris felt uncomfortable next to Wyatt, but Paige knew the two boys were perfectly fine.

It seemed to her that it didn't matter when and where, the two boys were always brothers.

"Did you guys find anything at all?" Paige asked curiously, wanting to break the awkward silence surrounding the kitchen.

"Not really. I don't know what to look for and there are so many possibilities that we may never figure it out." Chris admitted.

"You've got your mother's optimism." Paige remarked disappointedly.

"Well, why don't we narrow it down?" Phoebe asked the group, "Wyatt, sweetie, do you remember anything about the monster?"

"Well, in the story, you always said that the monster knew Daddy." Wyatt began, "But I don't know how." He seemed disappointed that he couldn't help more.

"Why don't we call Leo and ask him who he thinks it could be?" was Paige's response, geared at her sisters.

"No, I can't. He doesn't even know I'm pregnant. Besides, most of the people Leo knows are whitelighters and Elders. They may be obnoxious, but they would never hurt anyone."

"Maybe it's one of Leo's former charges." Phoebe inquired, "And they became evil?"

"Do you guys really think it's someone we know?" Piper seemed desperate to squash that theory.
To believe that someone they knew and trusted could do something that awful scared her and it was definitely a thought she didn't dare to entertain.

"Wyatt is a special baby, Piper." Paige seemed apologetic, she didn't want anyone to hurt her nephews either, but they had to consider all the possibilities.

Chris was aggravated. He had had an entire schedule set out for today and now he was behind because of his mother's spell.
It would have been beneficial if Wyatt actually remembered anything, but Wyatt's intrinsic guilt trips were starting to get to him.

With grit teeth, Chris finally spoke up, "Why do they call him the monster?"

"Because he was an evil creature that hurt the Traveler." Wyatt told him simply.

"Yeah, I got that." Chris grumbled, "Did he look like a monster? What were his powers?"

Wyatt paused for a moment, trying to think back that far, "He didn't look scary. He was just really angry. He wanted to hurt me, but instead he hurt you."

"With what? a fireball? a power? What did he use, Wyatt?" Chris was losing his patience.

This whole situation was out of control. His mother was not supposed to know who he was. He wasn't supposed to be following orders from the Charmed Ones.
He was here to save Wyatt and in the process, save many many others.

Each moment the group pondered who could have hurt him, they were wasting time they could be spending on preventing Wyatt's turning.

Wyatt closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, he focused on the moment, "A knife." He said finally, choking up again, "He stabbed you with a knife."

Chris shook his head in disbelief. Why did it have to be something as ambiguous as an athame?
It couldn't have been a specific power that he could have used to narrow down his list. Instead, it was a generic weapon, used by good and evil alike.

Wyatt picked up on Chris's negative reaction to his answers, "I can show you."

"What?" was the collective response.

"When I want to explain something but I don't know how, I show people." Wyatt told the group, "but I can only show one person at a time."

"I'm going first." Piper said in a steely tone.

"No." Chris rejected the idea right away. He could only imagine all the negative events that would follow Piper knowing information about the future.

"Chris, you will not stop me from trying to save you." Piper told him, the determination written in her every expression.

Chris softened. He knew his mother just wanted to protect him and Wyatt, but he would not allow her to see his death. She had seen so many family members pass away and he wasn't about to let her get hurt by something he could prevent.

"Come on, Wyatt." Chris ordered as he left the room. Wyatt hesitated. Torn between defying his mother and saving the Traveler. He gave his mother an apologetic look and followed Chris into the living room.

"Give me your hands." Wyatt told him, then he looked up, "It's like Aunt Phoebe's power, except you really are there."

"Does it hurt?" Chris questioned. Without Leo in the picture, he couldn't afford to be fatally wounded.

"No." Wyatt shook his head. He closed his eyes, squeezing Chris's hands firmly. Finally, the two of them were pulled into the memory.