Author's Note: Thanks for the few people who added the story to alerts, it now totals 43.
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As usual, I ask for ideas. I'm good about beginning and ending a story, but the middle always seems to be a blur.


Paige leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping on her afternoon coffee.
Phoebe was pacing in circles, irritating Paige all the meanwhile, who let out an impatient sigh, "Can you stop that?"

"You saw Chris. Paige, he is devastated." Phoebe could feel his insecurity and fears seeping out, somehow overpowering the potion he had taken to prevent such a situation.

"I know, sweetheart. He saw his death, that must have been a painful scene to observe." Paige gave Phoebe a sympathetic gaze, "But I think we should focus on saving him."

Phoebe's ears picked up on a scream, "Piper!" she called out as she ran to her older sister's aid.
Paige gasped at the bulging arrow in Chris's chest. The sight made her light-headed and she tried to steady herself.

Her family needed her help and they needed it now.

Piper was trying blow up the Darklighter, but he was too fast. Using his black orbs, the darklighter would appear and reappear, almost taunting them.

"Piper, look out!" Paige warned. Piper turned around, instinctively throwing up her wrists.
She missed the darklighter, who disappeared once more, this time behind her and instead she blew up a vase in the corner of the room.

The darklighter appeared behind her, shooting the arrow into her back. Before she had time to realize what was happening, she fell to the ground, the poison spreading at a lethal rate.

Phoebe was incapacitated by the negative emotion swirling about. She rubbed her temples, trying to collect herself and to help vanquish the darklighter.
Unfortunately for Phoebe, the darklighter's hate was enough to send her crumpling over, she tried to push herself back up, but eventually fell into unconsciousness.

Paige was on her own now. Arrow after arrow were being shot at her, "Arrow!" she repeated the statement continually, dodging each one.
Each time she did so, she felt herself worn down. Finally, an arrow too fast for Paige grazed her chest and she fell backwards.

"Game over, witches." The darklighter smirked, disappearing in black orbs.

Wyatt came running down the stairs, "Momma?" He asked. He had retreated upstairs as routine during a demon attack, when he had found himself to feel secure he had come back.
It was then he saw his entire family's mangled bodies, "No!" He screamed angrily,
"No! No! No! You can't go away. You're not supposed to!" He kicked the wall angrily.

Not an uncommon reaction for the day, tears again began to roll down his red cheeks.
He walked over to Chris, ready to pull out the arrow, "Don't." Chris's hoarse voice came, "It'll hurt you."

"You're okay!" Wyatt seemed suddenly relieved, a semi-expression of joy lighting his face.

Chris shook his head weakly, "Not for long." He whispered. His breathing was constricted and Wyatt understood that his family needed help and they needed it now.

Piper was completely knocked out, but Wyatt seemed to understand that she was safer than his brother was at the moment.
Wyatt instinctively ran to Phoebe, who was in the door frame between the kitchen and the living room. She was the only one of them without whitelighter blood at the moment.

He was surprised when he saw that she seemed in perfect health. Furious that she hadn't done anything to help, he began to shake her, "Aunt Phoebe wake up."

Phoebe didn't move. This only served to infuriate Wyatt even more.
"Aunt Phoebe, Wake Up!" Wyatt screamed a bit more forcefully, "Wake Up, Wake Up!" When nothing happened, he left her with a hasty glare.

Wyatt moved onto Paige, who opened her eyes when she felt his unsteady breath on her face. He went to hold her hand, but she retracted her her wrist, "Don't touch me. It'll hurt you."
Wyatt began to cry at her gentle expressions.

Aunt Paige wasn't normally that nice. She was funny and talked a lot and made jokes, but kind? Not likely. The serious response Paige had given him only
seemed to reinforce the idea that they could all die.

Wyatt tried to calm himself down, taking a deep breath and then he screamed, "DAD!"

His breath seemed to resume a near-normal pattern until he realized his father hadn't shown up.
Confusion now took over. Where was his dad? His dad ALWAYS came when he called.

"Dad! Mommy's hurt! Please come!" He pleaded. This time, he kept shaking in fear.

Where was his father? He then remembered something that always worked, "Dad! Chris is in trouble! He's really hurt! Please come, please!" Wyatt's sobbing would have made it hard for those around him to make out his words.

"Please..." his last plea came out, as he fell to the ground, "Save them."

Physically, Wyatt was safe and perfectly healthy. In any other way, he was far from healthy.
His father had always been an important part of his life and had promised he would always be there to protect him, but now...

"Piper!" a deep voice called out.

'Daddy!' Wyatt thought to himself, 'He came to save everyone!'

Wyatt turned around, but Leo didn't seem to notice him.
Leo pondered what he should do, he took a deep breath, pulling the arrow out of Piper telekinetically. He put his hand over the wound, letting it heal.

He moved on to Paige, again pulling out the arrow telekinetically. As soon as he finished healing her, Leo paled.
He hadn't noticed how bad the poison had affected Chris. Leo made an assumption that Chris had been the first casualty.
He concentrated all his power on healing Chris, whose wound took much longer to heal than Paige's.

Chris took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering with confusion. He turned to Piper within seconds, after realizing she wasn't hurt, he exhaled with relief.

Normally, he would have made some snarky remark, "Thanks for saving my life." He addressed Leo with the greatest sincerity he had given since meeting the past-version of his father.

Leo nodded, "You're going to be okay, just take it easy." He advised, now catching his breath. Piper was okay, thank god.

Chris laughed at the irony, "Where's Wyatt?"

Leo orbed upstairs without so much as a word.

Chris arched his brows, "Sometimes I wonder about him." he laughed when he noticed the young boy had been behind Leo the entire time.

"I'm glad you're okay!" Wyatt jumped onto Chris's lap, latching onto him securely, "I love you! Don't get hurt again."

Chris hugged the younger form of his brother with equal affection, "I love you too, Wyatt."
He could do this. He could save his older brother. 'I love you, Wyatt. No matter what.' He added to himself silently.

For now, his mother and aunts would rest.
Chris now had a renewed sense of security, if only for a moment.


Author's Note: Wyatt is very reactive. Yeah, it's probably annoying, but he's six.
I think it's hilarious when authors turn five year olds into sixty-five year olds.

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