Disclaimer : Still don't own Charmed, well dang. I was hoping after I blew out a candle at my friend's Birthday and made a wish I would, but apparently not. Well shucks, who knew? Any who, I don't own Charmed, but the plot is mine, the other Characters are mine, and if you steal any of it I will hurt you, and if you run, I will send my personal hell hounds after you to hunt you down, along with an assassin or two! Please enjoy the story.

Author's note : Please review after you read this, I'm not asking for a million or anything, just a few. That's all the author needs, one little review and I'm happy. I started this one when I was near the end of the last episode, "Any Witch Way They Can," and if you don't read the other stories first, this one wont make sense. -Frowns- or at least it wouldn't to me, and that doesn't take a lot; while I'm not stupid, I can sometimes be slow when it comes to some explanations. Aha, which is kind of true. One time I couldn't remember what a door was called, of all things. And I was like "what's the thing called? The thingy with the handle and the frame," my friends just laughed - and looking back on it, I really can't blame them.

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1x05 : Saved By The Spell.

Summary : While Prue deals with the aftermath of her kiss with Caleb, they all must rush to solve a mystery when mysterious happenings and paranormal activity start up at a local hospital.

Chapter Seven : In The Shadows Of Darkness

Elizabeth frowned as she looked at Jason. "You stay here," she hissed, seeing his look she narrowed her eyes. "You would only be a liability if you attack them, and they want you." She pointed out, "stay here or I'll give you warts right now." She threatened as she jumped to her feet and approached the demon and prepared to attack him. "Sometimes I wish I had more offensive powers."

Taking a deep breath, Elizabeth floated into the air using her levitation and kicked the demon square on the side of his head, causing him to fly back. "What's the matter?" She taunted, "Can't take me? A pathetic teenager with no offensive powers," she snorted. "Some demon you are."

"You should learn to keep your pretty little mouth shut," the demon sneered as he held out his hand, readied a fireball, whirled it at Elizabeth, and hit her on the arm sending her to the floor with a thud. "You know," he began as he advanced on Elizabeth, "when I heard that the Twice Blessed had left his charge in the care of you - the youngest and weakest of your generation." He shook his head. "A part of me didn't want to believe it," he said simply. "However, I'm sure the Source would be pleased with me." He said simply readying another fireball, "especially once I drop your cold body off to him, I'm sure he'll give me a fine payment. Too bad you're not stronger; you're so weak that you're almost not worth the effort."

Elizabeth's eyes flashed dangerously as she glared at the demon, and glaring at him she got to her feet, ran at him in fury, and threw herself at the demon, tackling him to the ground and punching him in the face. Something that her mother had taught her.

The demon shoved her away and glared hatefully at Elizabeth as he touched his lip and noticed it was split. Damn witches. Then he snarled and backhanded Elizabeth across the face and sent her flying across the room where she smashed into a wall and slid to the floor, disoriented.

"Pathetic," he sneered. "A Halliwell witch," he pointed out, "and you can't even vanquish me."

Coughing, Elizabeth reached into her back jean pocket, pulled out a vial, and watched as the demon heading towards where Jason was hiding. Holding the potion firmly in her hands, Elizabeth sat up quickly, hurled it at the demon, and smirked when it hit him. Blinking, she watched as the demon turned around with a snarl on his face as the potion bottle crashed harmlessly to the floor.

"Oh," Elizabeth said, scratching the back of her head. "That's not good."

"At least the rest of your family can put up half decent fights," he commented. "Or haven't you ever wondered why they never let you join them. All your cousins, your sisters they have at least one offensive power," he snorted. "But you…" he let the comment hang. "You are nothing to them; all you are is a liability. You cannot stand sitting around, but if you were to help, you would only endanger them. They would be too worried about anything happening to the sweet little baby of the family! If anything, killing you would only help them out."

Hearing that, Jason stood up.

"Leave her alone!" Jason demanded as he waved his hand to the right in a quick jerk, so fast that the demon did not have time to register the witch's movement before he was flung across the room. He was afraid of his power, which was the truth. However, the demon telling Elizabeth she was nothing, he did not get along with her, but no one deserved that. It also hit a nerve with him. No one was nothing, no one deserved to be treated as nothing. "You want me?" He questioned, "Come and get me," he snarled.

"Jason!" Elizabeth hissed when she realised what he was doing. Seeing the demon turn all of his attention on Jason, she got to her feet. "Jason," she cried out, horrified, when the demon threw him into a wall. Running over to his side, she narrowed her eyes and placed a hand on his arm. "Do not give him the opportunity to get you." She advised, "The last thing I need is a pissed off Wyatt on my hands."

"I don't care," Jason snapped, "I'm older than you." He said as he sent the demon into a wall again.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, "and I'm the one baby-sitting you." She pointed out, a smug smile on her face. Seeing Jason get to his feet, she sighed. "Just like you I hate green peas, so shut up and freeze!" She chanted, almost laughing when Jason froze in mid-step. "Who needs Aunt Piper's freezing power?" She asked as she got to her face as she turned back to the demon.

"Awe how cute, protecting your boyfriend?" The demon cackled.

Elizabeth clicked her tongue and regarded the demon with wary eyes as they circled each other like predators. "He's not my boyfriend," she snarled as her gaze hardened and she placed her hands on her hips. "Why do you want with him?" She asked her voice low and cold.

"Or what?" The demon challenged, "You'll torture me?" Seeing Elizabeth actually consider the idea, he shook his head. "With what?" He questioned, "You'll torture me with powers you don't have?" He snorted, "Face it, I was right earlier. You are worthless to your family."

"But I can still vanquish you," she pointed out. Seeing the demon frown, she dropped to the floor, grabbed an abandoned potion, and rolled it towards the demon as one of his fire balls flew over her head. Hearing the cracking of the potion, Elizabeth almost jumped for joy when fog immediately began covering the room. "And you," she said slowly, "can't fight what you can't see."

Hearing the demon growl as he sent energy balls in every direction, Elizabeth smirked.

"Tell me why you're after Jason, tell me who sent you and I may just make your vanquish painless!"

The demon snorted, "Your family really thinks they can stop this," he commented. "Stop him. Killing the pathetic witch was only the first phase, they cannot win. You can't win. You are all on the losing side," he commented as he looked around the fog. Hearing something slam shut, he tensed, but it was too late.

The demon grunted as he was sent to the floor as Elizabeth punched him in the face. "You're wrong," she said as she towered over him. "We always win; it's you that's on the losing side."

The demon nodded, "there may be truth to your words," he agreed. "But how many people have your family lost before they won?" He questioned, smirking when Elizabeth froze and glared at him. "How many innocent people lose their lives when you fight?"

"A few," Elizabeth said, her voice choked with emotion, she hardened her eyes. "But more demons die," she said as she embedded an Athame into the demons chest, an object he had not seen before it was in his chest. "Welcome to the count," she said as she pulled the dagger out and watched as the demon erupted into flames. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around at the mess. "This is ridiculous," she commented. "Do they always have to destroy the house?" She asked.

Jason, who was still frozen, did not offer any response.

Elizabeth nodded, "you're right," she agreed. "They do. Let the object of objection be but a dream and cause the scene to become unseen." She chanted and watched as the room repaired itself. She looked at Jason, "you wont tell anyone, will you?" Looking at the frozen Jason, she nodded. "Didn't think so," she said as she headed over to the window and allowed the remained of the fog to leave the apartment. "Now," she said as she looked over at Jason. "I hate listening to you talk, but I return to you your ability to speak and walk."

Unprepared for the sudden feeling in his body, Jason fell over and looked up at Elizabeth from where he was sprawled out on the floor. "What the…?"

"I warned you," Elizabeth said as she rolled her eyes at him.

Wyatt didn't even process that he could very well be exposing magic at the moment - he was to busy getting to Chris. Orbing in, he froze when he saw Chris slouched up against the wall holding his stomach and Wyatt's fear came back to life as he imagined Melinda in his position. "Chris," he called as he crouched down beside Chris and held his hands over Chris' wounds. Seeing the wound stitch together, he sighed and almost jumped for joy, but he settled for breathing in relief. "Chris, hey are you okay?" He asked as his brother's Jade orbs opened and looked at him.

Chris coughed, but nodded anyway. "Yeah, it was Sandy." He said simply, swallowing as he realised his voice was scratchy. "She must have done something to make our fears come to life, which must have been why we were having hallucinations." He frowned as he looked at his brother who was smirking at him, "um, Wy?" He asked uncertainly, "what's with the smirk?" He asked, but concern overtook his mind as he noticed the state Wyatt was in. "What the hell happened to you?" He asked seeing Wyatt's wounds, he kinked an eyebrow. "Do I want to know what your fear was?" Chris questioned, but thinking about how Wyatt was, Chris was pretty sure that he had a pretty good idea what Wyatt's fear was.

Wyatt chuckled as he helped Chris to his feet, "you think I'm in bad shape?" He questioned disbelievingly as he looked at Chris, "did you not notice the state you were in?" He asked, knowing that Chris was going to be okay, Wyatt could poke fun at him. He sighed as he shook his head, "how do you get yourself into these situations?"

Chris sighed, "Just lucky I guess."

Wyatt frowned as he looked into his brother's eyes and seen the look. Not a look, the look. That look was the one that had appeared in his brother's eyes when he had woken up - the day that Kelsey died - and since that day that look hadn't disappeared. "Chris," he said slowly, studying his brother's eyes Wyatt sighed. "Chris," he said again, "are you sure you're okay?" He questioned, his eyebrows creasing in concern. "You know that whatever your fear was, it wasn't real, right? It isn't going to come true."

Chris looked into his brother's eyes and flinched slightly when a flashback came to the surface of his mind. It wasn't one from the other timeline though, it was from this one. A promise that Wyatt had made him.

A seven-year-old Chris walked though the manner and sighed as he walked into the kitchen and sat across from his brother Wyatt who was reading one of his schoolbooks. Sighing, Chris stretched his arms forward, rested his head on one, and watched his brother. He had a question on his mind, but it was not one he wanted to ask. It wasn't one he should ask. He didn't know why, but even though his mother and aunts had struck a deal with the demons a few years ago, some still attacked. That was enough to scare him.

Not able to take it anymore, Chris sighed. "Wy?" He asked quietly, looking intently at his brother as he glanced up from his book and look at him.

"Yeah?" Wyatt replied, frowning at the look on Chris' face. "What do you want?" He asked.

"Is mom and the aunts gone after that demon?" Chris asked, a few days ago at Ana's birthday a demon had shimmered in and attacked, no one got hurt, but it still made the parents edgy. He had gotten away, and the moms were all missing. Something told Chris they had gone after the demon. The attacks happened so rarely that when they did happen, they wanted to be sure it was over.

Wyatt frowned and nodded, all thoughts of his book gone. "Yeah, Chris." He shrugged, "the thing attacked us, and you know how mom and them are." He commented, "When something attacks us they go after it, they do it every time."

Chris nodded, as Wyatt went back to his book. "But Wy," he said again, "what if they don't come back?"

Wyatt looked up from his book again, frowned at Chris, and noticed the fear in Chris' eyes. "They will come back Chris," he assured. "They always do," he pointed out, and Chris nodded.

"But what if they don't come back this time?" Chris asked, unable to let the question go. "It's dangerous that's why they go after them, they're afraid they'll hurt someone." He pointed out, "What happens if they get hurt when they're gone? What if something happens to them?"

"Nothing is going to happen to them!"

"But what if it does!? Who will take care of us?"

"I will."

Chris frowned and raised an eyebrow at his brother. "You'll take care of us?"

"Yep," Wyatt said as he looked back down at his book.

"Why?"

Wyatt sighed and looked back up at Chris. "Because you're my family," Wyatt said simply. "You're my little brother; it's my job to protect you." He smirked at Chris, "and I'll always look after you." He patted Chris' arm, "now scoot, I need to look this over. If I fail this test, mom said she's binding my orbing."

Chris snorted, "nice knowing you." He said as he got to his feet and ran up the stairs to check on his dad and sister, Melinda.

"Yeah you too-" Wyatt paused. "Wait … Chris!" He yelled once his brother's words sunk in. "I'm not going to fail it!" He called, shaking his head as he heard his brother's laughter, he frowned. "Annoying brat," he muttered. However, what he had said had been true, he would always protect Chris. That was what big brothers did.

Chris smiled at Wyatt, "I know that." He said, they would never lose Wyatt. He wouldn't stand back and watch it again, he knew the signs. He wouldn't let Wyatt go that far, not if he saw it coming. That future wouldn't happen, Wyatt wouldn't become that. His fear would never come true, he knew that. Still, the idea of it scared the hell out of him. He smirked, "not when I have my big brother Wyatt looking after me, right?"

Wyatt smirked, "damn straight."

"Have you seen anyone else?" Chris asked.

"No, not yet. You were the one I sensed injured, so I came to you first, how about you?"

"No," Chris said, frowning as he looked around and voices began ringing in his head and he looked at Wyatt and frowned when he noticed that Wyatt's was wincing. "The others," he said simply. "You get Henry and Emily," he said. "Henry will be able to heal you, and I wont have a chance to get through to Emily." Chris rolled his eyes, "stubborn psychic," he muttered, "I'll get Caleb and Prue." He stated, orbing out before Wyatt could object.

Wyatt nodded slowly, "okay then," he said as he looked around to look for anyone that was coming. Not seeing anyone, he sighed and orbed out, and in a nick of time. Just as the blue and white orbs dissolved, Dr. Gordon walked into the hallway and frowned when he saw the few orbs and scratched his head. "I'm seeing things," he muttered as he walked on. "This is crazy." He shook his head, "no," he disagreed. "I think I'm going crazy."

Prue rocked back and forth, as she sat in the hallway up against the wall, but her fear was still playing in front of her. "It's not real," she whimpered, covering her ears with her hands. "Chris, Wyatt, Henry," she choked, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Someone come get me," she said. "Caleb."

Chris orbed in and looked around the hospital, "okay Prue," he said slowly, looking around for his cousin. It was getting late, looking to the window, Chris frowned. This hadn't planned to take this long, and once this was over he was heading straight to his Grandpa's house. He couldn't deal with any of the confused looks or looks of concern tonight. He was heading over to Victor's he knew what was happening to Chris - he wouldn't judge. Not that the others would, think he was crazy, sure. Nevertheless, he could only deal with telling so many people at a time. In addition, he was too frustrated to open up to anyone else. "Where are you?"

His fear had injured him, what Prue's had injured her, or worse? The thought scared the hell out of him, terrified him.

Hearing someone whimpering, Chris frowned and ran down the corridor and his breath when he saw Prue and ran to her side. "Hey, hey Prue," he said as he wiped the tears from her eyes. "It's Chris," he said, "okay, it's not real. Listen to me Prue, whatever you're seeing, it isn't real. It's just a hallucination, but to come out you need to believe that. You need to come out of it on your own," He said.

"I can't," Prue whimpered.

"Yes, yes you can, Ladybug."

"No, I can't!"

"Prue listen to me," Chris said, "I can't help you out of this one. I know I promised you that I would always be there to pull you back from the edge even if you were at the bottom of the cliff, but I can't come in there and help you." He sighed, "I want too," he said as he covered Prue's hands with his own and pulled her hands away from her ears. "But sometimes you need to save yourself."

"I can't," Prue hissed, "I don't know how."

Chris sighed; something told him this wasn't going to be easy. "Of course you have to be one of the most stubborn people I know," he muttered under his breath. "Okay, Prue you need to tell me what you're afraid of." He said.

Prue gripped her eyes closed tighter. "Don't feed me any of that 'you have to face your fear' bullshit," she hissed, before she whimpered again. "NO!" she screamed, "no Sandy, no don't. There are innocent people on here," she cried.

Chris frowned, "Prue," he said, gripping her shoulder. "What are you afraid of? What is your hidden fear?"

"Planes."

Chris frowned. Had she just said … Chris blinked. "Planes?" He repeated a hint of amusement in his voice. His cousin was afraid of planes. Somehow, Chris hadn't seen that one coming.

"Or flying."

"Flying?" Chris asked, letting a chuckle out.

"Well, it's not like I can orb out when I fall, now is it?" She asked bitterly, causing Chris to chuckle and shake his head at his cousin. "So stop laughing at me."

"Prue, I hate to break it to you, but you are securely are solid ground." He said simply, "there is no where for you to fall too, so just take a deep breath." Prue listened. "Now, my fear came true when I almost died and the hallucination, so what's happening in yours?"

"THE DAMN PLANE IS CRASHING!"

Chris winced, "oh that's bad," he murmured. Whatever happened in your fear happened in real life, meaning that if Prue died in the crash, she would most likely die for real. Not good. Definitely not how he wanted to spend the day. "Okay Prue, you can't wait for the hallucination to end."

"Why the hell not?" She demanded, "You did."

"Well whatever injuries you get in there, you have when you come out. The idea of you being in plane while it crashes, not the best idea you've ever had." Chris frowned and looked around, "okay Prue, you need to believe it isn't real."

"I know it isn't real."

"I know that, but a part of your mind still registers the fear meaning you're freezing up. On some level, your mind thinks it's real so you can't pull yourself out of it. You need to slowly come out of it," Chris said as calmly as he could manage.

"Chris?"

"Yeah?"

"The. Plane. Is. Crashing."

"I know, okay so not that slowly. But look at something, anything a person or an object and believe it isn't real."

"Chris that is so stupid-"

"Prue!"

"Fine," Prue growled, "the chair isn't real," she stated, her eyes closing even tighter in concentration. "The chair isn't real, the chair isn't real." Prue stopped talking and her features relaxed slightly. "Chris, the chair is gone."

"Okay, good. Now listen, you need to believe you are in the hospital with me, okay?" Chris said as he held onto her arm, "I'm right there with you. Now, Sandy might be there to try to convince you that it's real, but don't listen to her, listen to me. It isn't real."

Prue nodded, "it isn't real."

"Yes it is."

Prue tensed again when she heard Sandy, "she's there Chris," she exclaimed, more tears streaming down her face. "She's there and she's going to-"

"Prue," Chris interrupted. "She isn't real, that is all in your head. Now, do you trust her?"

"No!"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"So believe me when I say it isn't real."

Prue took a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes and looked around, frowning when she realised that she was indeed in the hospital, sitting in the corridor with Chris at her side. "Chris!" She shouted as she dived for him and gave him a bear hug. "Thank God," she whispered into the crook of his neck.

Chris chuckled, "now, we have to go get, Caleb," he said simply pulling away from Prue, he saw the concern in her eyes. "Wyatt went to get Henry and Emily, we have to get Caleb and then we have to-"

"Put the bitch where she belongs," Prue finished. Sighing she looked around and smirked when she didn't see anyone coming. Looking at Chris she raised an eyebrow and smirked, "cosmic taxi?"

Chris sighed, "fine, remember it isn't free."

Prue nodded, "just get me the hell out of here."

"Okay," Chris said as he held her hand, but before they orbed out he looked at Prue and raised an eyebrow, "but seriously?" He asked, "flying?"

"Shut up!"

Chris nodded and orbed them out in blue and white orbs, his laughter still floating through the hallways as they disappeared.

"Henry," Wyatt said as he seen his only male cousin slouched up against a wall. "Henry," he called again as he crouched beside the younger man, only to sigh in relief when he looked up at him with puffy, red eyes. Sure, the fact that he had been crying, that wasn't a good sign, but he was injured and he wasn't dead. "Henry," he said slowly, placing his hand on his cousin's shoulder. "Dude, what's wrong?"

Henry Jr looked up at Wyatt with wide eyes, wide eyes that were haunted as he looked up at his eldest cousin who was hovering over him. "Wyatt…?"He ventured hesitantly. Wyatt nodded and fell over so he was sitting shoulder to shoulder with Henry while Henry stared at the wall, his eyes dark. "You look like hell," he commented simply.

Wyatt narrowed his eyes playfully, "like you look much better," he said simply, shaking his head at his cousin Henry. "Dude, are you okay?" He questioned, his eyes focused on Henry, waiting for his reply. A part of him wanted Henry to laugh and tell him not to be so ridiculous, and that of course he was okay - as he always was. Another part of him wanted to force Henry to admit to not being okay after seeing whatever his fear was, and yet another part of him understood that Henry wouldn't listen to him, that he would speak when he was ready.

He understood that this was just one of those things that Henry might have to sort out himself. Being so protective, Wyatt didn't like it. Piper Halliwell, however, could be quite convincing when she deemed it fit. Apparently he was suffering them all, and he was told to back off - or else. He didn't know what the or else was, but he really didn't want to find out.

"Are you okay?" Wyatt repeated his voice a little stronger now that Henry had refused to give him an answer. "Are you really okay, because if you're not, let it out. Don't let that fear get to you," he said as he seen Henry sigh and let his head drop. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," Henry Jr snapped as he looked over at Wyatt. Seeing Wyatt's disbelieving look he sighed and took a breath and switched answers. "No." He said finally, frowning at that answer, he shook his head and changed his answer once more. "I don't know!" He said in frustration.

You're a failure as a brother.

Henry Jr winced when he heard Sandy's voice in his head. "Wy," he said slowly. "Do you ever wonder if…" he trailed off as he thought of a way to say it. He knew of all people, Wyatt would understand. Sure, Prue would be able to understand too because she was the oldest sibling in her house, and even Chris because he had Melinda as a baby sister. Wyatt however, he was the eldest child in his family unit, he had two younger siblings, he was the big brother - just like him. "Do you ever fear we're not doing the right thing?" He questioned. "That we're not doing it right."

Wyatt frowned at his cousin's questions, questions that seemed to have no real meaning. They were random, and until he knew what they were about, he had no way to answer them. "What do you mean?" He asked, looking at his cousin intently. "Do I ever fear I'm not doing what right?"

Because of you, Oriana and Callie are destined to live a pain-filled life. There life was always full of pain, always would be.

Henry Jr winced as the voice came back. "How are we supposed to do it?" He asked, ignoring Wyatt's question. "There isn't any real handbook, sure there are rules we follow, but how are we supposed to know when to draw the line?" He demanded, his voice laced with pure venom. "How do we know when we're going overboard, and how do we know when we're not doing enough?"

Wyatt sighed. "Henry, you're talking in riddles," he pointed out. "Until you tell me what we're talking about here, I don't know how to answer these questions." He pointed out, "I don't know what we're discussing," Wyatt replied calmly. "What is your fear?"

Henry Jr chuckled, "How could I ever think for a moment I could do this? That I would be able to stop it all." He narrowed his eyes, "Sandy was right," he said simply, nodding his head slowly as he thought if over. It sounded probable in his mind now. "I am a failure."

Wyatt stared at Henry in shock as he heard that statement, thinking it was a joke for a moment, Wyatt had to blink to make sure he wasn't in another hallucination. Henry was dead serious. "Henry, I've known you your entire life, you've never failed anything that you set your mind on," he pointed out. "Whatever Sandy said you failed, it isn't true."

Henry Jr nodded, for the most part that had been true. Moreover, his whole life, he had tried, he had tried so hard to be a good older brother. He loved his sisters so much, he would do anything for them. He would stop anything that tried to hurt them, no matter the consequences. All because he loved them. Then again, love doesn't always conquer everything. "I used to believe that," he said calmly. I succeed when it doesn't really matter, but when it does, I fail."

Wyatt shook his head, "that's not true," he argued. Damn Halliwell stubbornness. "What is your fear?" He asked, feeling Emily and Caleb's fear spike on his inbuilt radar. "Henry, you have to tell me what your fear is. You never failed anything in your life."

"I know. But, at the same time, there is a chance tomorrow I'll mess up." He said solemnly, "there is chance I'll overlook something and they'll pay the price. There is a chance that I wont be able to stop it from happening."

"Stop what from happening."

"Whatever goes after them."

That's right Henry. You try to protect them from potential heartbreaks by warning off any person you can, you vanquish every demon that dares to go after them - but in the end, you can't always protect them. Can you?

"Henry, what are you saying?"

"I don't… I'm not… I didn't mean…" Henry Jr let out a frustrated breath. "You love Chris and Mel, right?" He asked but he knew the answer already. Wyatt would die for them. He would probably change the world to keep them safe (which in another timeline, he had tried). "You would do anything for them? You would do anything to make sure that they're happy, right?"

"Yeah," Wyatt said slowly as he frowned at his cousin. He didn't like where this was going, but he was pretty sure he had a good idea. "And I know you would do the same thing for Ana and Callie."

You have a funny way of showing it.

Wyatt sighed and looked at his cousin more closely as he nodded. He knew what this was now, all the pieces fit. "What, Henry?" Wyatt asked, confused, trying to understand what Sandy had made him believe. "Is that what you believe? That you're a bad brother? Dude," he said shaking his head, "that's crazy. They love you."

"And I love them." Henry Jr said honestly. "So, you say to be a good older brother toy have to love them, that's it?" He sneered, "that protecting them doesn't matter?"

"I never said that," Wyatt said as his irritation began showing through.

"I try so hard Wyatt," Henry Jr whimpered as he let his head fall into his hands. "I try and be a good older brother, I try to protect them from the break-ups, the heartbreaks, the demons," he shook his head. "In the end though, that isn't always enough, is it?"

Wyatt had no response.

There was a dead silence in the room.

Thinking over what Henry had said, Wyatt frowned at the thought. Was it enough? Was protecting them enough in the end? He liked to believe it was, but then he noticed the truth in Henry's words. It wasn't always enough. Wyatt swallowed and nodded. "No, it isn't always enough," he said at last. "The best we can do is protect them to the best of our ability and be there to pull them back if they need us to. As an older brother, there is not much more we can do. They are still their older brother's, we just have to be there for them when they need us." He scrunched up his nose, "even if they don't think they need us."

Henry Jr nodded, "and they'll always have me," he said simply. "I just hope that that is enough."

Wyatt nodded, "I do, too."

Frowning, Henry Jr cleared his throat and looked at his cousin. "We just has a major chick moment there, didn't we?" He asked, seeing Wyatt nod, he sighed.

"Oh yeah."

"Thought so."

Wyatt chuckled, "I wont tell if you wont," he said, smirking at Henry. "We don't want to ruin our reps as the tough ass big brothers, do we?"

Henry Jr shook his head, "hell no!" He agreed, chuckling slightly as he held his hand over Wyatt and healed him. "You know, I think Chris gets it from you," seeing the look on Wyatt's face, he continued. "The whole getting injured thing, cause I swear, it's usually you two."

Wyatt chuckled only to let his eyes go wide when he felt someone's panic go up, and at the same time, both cousins' felt the scream for help resound in their heads.

Looking at each other, they frowned. "Emily," they said simply, orbing out.

Prue muttered to herself as she wandered through the halls looking for Caleb. Chris knew where he was roughly, but not his exact location. That meant they had split up so they could find the half-demon, and she was sick of it. She had done a good job of hiding from him since … but now it was like she couldn't get rid of him. All she wanted was to find him so she could get rid of him.

Then there was the small sliver of concern.

"Come on, Caleb," she whined as she tapped her foot. "Where are you?" She asked, frowning when she heard something. Walking up the hall, saying she had been prepared to see Caleb with his head in his hands would have been a complete lie. She wasn't used to seeing Caleb so broken. She didn't want to be used to seeing this, she wasn't meant to. This was Caleb.

"Oh God," she murmured as she ran to his side and fell to her knees. "Caleb," she whispered, placing her hand on his wet, salty cheek and forced him to look at her. Sure she had been pissed at him, down right livid, but she never would have wished this on anyone, not even him. "Look at me," she ordered, and Caleb's haunted eyes found hers and she felt her throat constrict at the sight of them.

"Prue..?" Caleb whispered hoarsely.

"Yeah," She said slowly, frowning when he nodded and avoided her eyes. Not good. He had been trying to be on civil ground with him all week, but now that she offered to look at him, to help him, she refused to look at her. Definitely not good. "Caleb, what you saw, it wasn't real."

"Prue," he whispered in a broken voice, "I'm sorry." He said with such emotion, enough to make tears to spring into Prue's eyes. She didn't know what he was sorry for, but whatever it was, it must have been serious to get this response out of him. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Didn't mean what?"

"To turn evil."

Prue felt her jaw drop with a click as she stared at him. That was his fear, Caleb was afraid he would become an honest to God demon. Something that fed off the fear and pain of others, but he had a good heart. That would never happen, not to him. "Caleb, you're not evil."

"Yes I am." He said forcefully.

"No, no you're not." She said simply, "you've never been evil and you never will be. That side of you will never win, because you are to strong. The demon, it doesn't stand a chance." She said simply. "You wont turn evil, none of us will let you," Prue said honestly. "We'd pull you in first."

"You threatened to vanquish me."

"Okay, I know I think you're a pain in the ass sometimes, but I would never vanquish you. Whether you were evil or not, I don't have the heart for that. You don't have to worry about that though, you're not evil."

Caleb blinked and looked up at Prue, but it was his Prue. Well, not his Prue, but the Prue from his life, from his time. Not the woman that had been the mother of his child in his hallucination. This was Prue. He had to be sure though. "Prue?"

"No it's Santa," Prue snapped sarcastically, "yes it's me," she said as she helped him to his feet. "Now, listen to me. That was Sandy screwing with your head, you're not evil."

Caleb nodded, "the potential is there, though."

"No it's not."

Caleb looked into her eyes, "how can you have so much faith in me?"

"Because you're-"

"There you two are," Chris exclaimed as he rounded the corner, "come on," he said. "We have to get out of here, I know how to get rid of, Sandy." With that, the other two following him, but at the same time Prue was confused. Was she lucky Chris had walked in to prevent her from speaking her thoughts, or was she cursed?

"Hey, psychic girl," Henry Jr said as he and Wyatt kneeled in front of the crying woman, who in that moment looked so broken, so venerable, Henry almost thought he was looking at the child she had once been. "What's wrong?"

Emily looked up at him with her wet eyes and then to Wyatt, but no matter what she couldn't find the words. It had been her fault. All of it had been her fault. Her father had left because of her. She had accepted him leaving a long time ago, pretending it did not matter. Knowing it had been her fault though, she just could not seem to stop herself from crying. It was too hard to accept it right now, and she needed the chance to let it all out.

"Em," Wyatt said softly. "Whatever that fear was," he began looking at Henry Jr for a moment. "Whatever it was, it wasn't real." He pointed out, "Sandy made it all up - manipulated it - you can't believe it."

Emily shook her head.

Wyatt frowned, "what happened to you?" He demanded, if the questions weren't working, then maybe the direct approach would.

"Nothing happened!"

"Em!"

"Nothing!"

"EMILY!"

"I caused it," Emily snapped finally. "It was my fault, you know," she whispered. "I'm the reason it happened, why it fell apart. I never wanted to believe it, but it's true. It was me."

Henry Jr frowned and looked at Wyatt who shrugged - which was bad. If Wyatt didn't know what she was talking about, no one did. "Em," Henry said slowly as he thought about Emily, she had always been the silver lining girl, the one that could make anyone laugh or smile no matter the time. "What do you think you tore apart?"

"My family."

Wyatt stared at the spot Emily was sitting and stared at her in shock. If she was talking about tearing her family apart, that meant she thought her father leaving was her fault. He felt his eyes narrow, he was killing Sandy. Emily should never have had to relive that. "Em, that wasn't your fault."

"Yes it was." Emily whispered, wincing when Wyatt held her hand, neither of them noticing how Henry Jr had backed off slightly to give them room. "Mom never wanted me, she kept me because he wanted me, and then he left her, he left us," she sniffed. "Her left me and it was all my fault."

"Em, do you really believe your mother never loved you?" He asked, shaking his head. "She loved you more than anything." Wyatt pointed out.

"Is that why she never looked at me the same after I told her he was leaving, is that why she used to date people long enough for me to know them so I could look into the future to see if they were her 'prince in shining armour'?"

"Em-"

"He," she said, unable to call him her father, even his name felt wrong in her mouth. "Left because of me, Wyatt. Do you know how that feels, to know that you were the cause of splitting up twp people before you came along? They were happy once, Wyatt and I ruined that."

"Emily, would you stop it?" Wyatt snapped, seeing Emily nod and wipe the tears away, he sighed and felt his anger at Emily deflate like a leaking balloon. He had never been able to stay made at his friend for long, but something was bothering her. Emily needed to know it wasn't her fault. "Look, I'm sorry. But how was it your fault."

"They weren't having problems," Emily whispered, "when I had the vision of him leaving, they were happy. We were happy. Then I opened my mouth and told them about my vision, but they brushed it off." She sniffed again, "right after that, the fights started. And I knew what was coming," she shook her head, "and I never tried to save them. I never tried to save my family."

"Emily, you were eight," Wyatt pointed out, reaching forwards and wiping the tears from her face," he said, as he looked around the room they were in. "There was nothing you could do, "you were a kid." He sighed, "Whether you intervened or not, they may have still split."

"But I didn't try, so I'll never know, will I?"

"Don't give me that," Wyatt said sternly, shaking his head. "I don't know how it feels to think you split two happy people up, but neither do you. You did not split them up; they were adults - adults that made their own choices. There was nothing you could have done," Wyatt repeated as he sat beside her and lifted her into his arms. "Emily, I don't think they blame you. I can't speak for your father, but I know your mother loves you."

"How?"

"I'm an empath."

Emily looked away, "I miss him," she admitted, causing Wyatt to look at her with wide eyes. "I haven't seen him in sixteen years, but I still miss him," she whispered. "But I don't want to, Wy." She stated. "I want to hate him; a part of me wants to hate him so much. That way it wouldn't hurt as much."

"I know, Em," Wyatt stated as he rubbed her back. "But if you don't allow the hurt in, if you don't feel it, then you can't feel the good. It will never be okay he left, you will never forgive him, but you'll never hate him either. Emily he's your father," feeling Emily cringe, Wyatt continued regardless. She needed to hear this. "Whether he left or not, he is your father and he left you. He left you alone, and because you loved - love," he corrected, "him so much, that hurt will never go away. It will make you stronger, and it will make you love the things you have more."

"It hurts…"

"I know, and I wish I could take it away, but I can't." He whispered into her ear, "the fact he left will never be okay, but it was never your fault. What happens in your visions that are bad, if they happen, sometimes you aren't meant to change them." He said simply, "and the good that doesn't happen, it isn't your fault either, you only see them, not dictate them," Wyatt pointed out. "It was never your fault, you hear me?"

Emily nodded and slowly got to her feet, noticing how Wyatt never let go of her. "Let's go get her," she said, rolling her eyes when Henry Jr clapped his hands and headed over to the door to open it, only the handle wouldn't budge. "Henry.." she said slowly, "open the door.

Henry Jr frowned and looked at the two older witches with him as he turned back to looked at them. "I can't."

Prue frowned as she followed Chris and Caleb out to Caleb's SUV and frowned as they opened up the truck and pulled out a duffel bag. "Um, what the hell is with all of this?" She asked as she watched the two older men pull out shovels, guns, crossbows, gasoline, salt, and pretty much every known weapon. "I mean, if you're into murdering people and burying them, that's up to you. You bury your dead," she said as they both sent her looks. "But why do you keep this is your car?" She asked, looking at Caleb.

Caleb sighed, "well there are some things you just can't kill like we normally do," he pointed out as he put the gasoline and salt to the side. "Sometimes one of your nice little spells wont work, and sometimes there is nothing to through a potion at." He sighed as he found a lighter and Chris zipped up the bag. "Ghosts, especially vengeful ghosts are one of them."

Prue nodded, "and that explains this stuff how?"

Chris sighed, "because the only way to get rid of a spirit is to have it cross over," he said shrugging, "but sometimes when they've died a violent death, they aren't so keen on doing that." He frowned, "and the way Sandy died, that isn't what some people would call normal."

"So?"

"So," Caleb continued, "these angry spirits all want one thing when they are powerful enough. They wait around, refusing to move on, then they go insane," he said simply, "they lose themselves and then, well then they get messy. They want revenge on the people that did whatever it was to them. Whoever killed them, someone who covered it up, anyone they think should have helped them."

Prue nodded remembering Sandy's previous words. "And their anger builds until they have all this power, so Sandy is now using it to terrorize the hospital," she said simply. "Okay, then what do we have to do to get rid of her spirit?" She asked, "you said a potion or spell wont work, and I hate to break it to you, but I'm a witch, past that there isn't much I can pull out of my hat."

Chris frowned and looked at Prue and sighed when she sent him a look, "the only way to get rid of one is to salt their remains and then burn them."

Prue's mouth dropped, "but she wasn't just some person that was dumped on the side of the road." She pointed out, "her parents loved her, they-"

"Buried her in a cemetery" Chris said simply.

Prue frowned, she did not like the look in Chris' eyes one bit. She didn't like where this was going. Even though she knew she really didn't want to know, she sighed and looked her cousin in the eyes. "Then how do we get her remains?"

It was Caleb that answered as he smirked at Prue. "We dig her up," he stated, seeing Prue's look he smirked and tossed a shovel to her.

"Of course we do."

Author's Notes : Hey, I'm so sorry about how long it took to update. I hate holidays, actually I don't, but people keep popping in so yeah, the wonderful joys of relatives. But hey, you can't pick who you're related to, can you? -SIGH- Oh well, I'm back to school in a few days. So I should be getting back to my normal schedule. Good for all you fans. So, what do you think? I think the ending was funny, and I think they needed to face their fears. I think the fears were accurate for each character. So, Please review.