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Chris entered the silent loft, well, silent except for Wyatt's gentle snores coming from his bedroom. Shaking his head, Chris made a decision. He waved his hand and the brothers' Book of Shadows flew out of its 'hiding place' on the book shelf and into his waiting hand.

If Wyatt was sick, a doctor could find out easily enough. If what ailed Wyatt was more sinister, then Chris knew he'd find the answer in the book; Chris had become more wary since inheriting the memories of his alternate self.

"Okay book, start talkin'," Chris demanded, then gave a small manly gasp of surprise when the pages moved on their own accord, "Um…grams…thanks?"

"Took you long enough to look in the book," came the chiding tones of his great grandmother as she materialized in front of him. "Honestly, I thought you boys were smarter…" she grinned at her great grandson to show she was teasing. Once upon a time, Wyatt's wiccaning to be precise, she had been less than thrilled to have a boy born to the long line of female Halliwell witches. But she'd long since reconciled herself to having grandsons, what with being dead and all she had plenty of time for inner reflection.

Chris hugged his mother's 'grams', "Ever the ball buster…"

"Watch it young man!" She wagged her finger at him in the age old grandmother's no-no motion. "So," she started in her no-nonsense way, very Piper-like, "What's wrong with Wyatt?"

"Narcolepsy?" Chris volunteered.

"If it were as simple as narcolepsy, dear boy, you wouldn't have needed the book."

"I'm just keeping all my bases covered," Chris answered.

"Sporting analogies?" Penny sighed, "Now I remember why I prefer girls." She winked at Chris.

"How many times were you married, Grams? Three…four times? It seems to me that you like boys well enough." Chris said with a sage nod of his shaggy brown hair and a wiggle of his eyebrows.

Penny scoffed, "I wouldn't have been married so many times if any of the boys had been men, excepting dear Allen of course. Well," she gave Chris a mock fierce look, "You've wasted all my time with what passes for witty banter…"

"You're leaving?" He asked, surprised, "You're dead! It's not like you're in a hurry for anything."

Penny gave Chris a pitying look, "You, my boy, have a lot to learn." With that she disappeared as quickly as she had come.

Chris looked at the book, "Well, I guess it's just you and me…"

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Bree stood facing the demon in front of her. "Well, Seer, can you help me or not?"

The seer chuckled lightly, "What do I get in exchange?"

"Helping me thwarts my mother; I would think that someone even without your gift would recognize the worth of it."

"Ah, she still dreams of underworld domination does she?" The Seer withdrew a vial and a scroll from the table that served as her altar.

"Expecting me?" Bree asked with a lift of her brows.

"Of course!" The seer answered with a knowing smile. She then proceeded to give Bree instructions on how to use the items.

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Wyatt gazed around the gracefully feminine room, scanning for the woman. Spotting her at last he strode to her. Bree again stood with her back to him, seemingly unaware of his intrusion.

"Why am I here?" He demanded, turning her around and gripping her upper arms.

"My mother's spell," she answered tremulously, afraid of his anger. But more afraid of herself and what she had to do…what she could do to this man.

He noticed the bruise darkening her face and his gaze gentled. "What happened?"

She shrugged, "I failed. I keep failing. She's almost as furious that she bruised my face as she is at me for failing."

"She's sorry she hit you?"

Bree gave a mirthless laugh, "No. She's angry that she marred my beauty. She's always said that men were fickle…" Bree's father had been chosen with care; Bree's mother had plotted for decades to achieve her ends. Bree herself was expected to be perfect, everything Wyatt could desire.

"This coming from a woman who plans to steal my child from me?" Wyatt asked sarcastically.

"This coming from a sorceress who covets the power you wield," Bree clarified, raising her voice slightly. She pulled away from his grasp.

"And I should believe her daughter?" Wyatt scoffed, surprised at the pain behind the words.

"I don't have power yet," she defended herself; "I don't covet yours. I don't want to seduce you, 'steal' your child and kill you. I'm not like my sisters."

"Your sisters?"

"Succubi. Their only reason for being is to bear children. The strongest children come from men with magic. They can't breed with other demons, only humans."

"Humans they kill when their usefulness is done?" Wyatt asked dangerously.

"Yes," shame had kept her eyes from his but a spark of anger forced her to raise her gaze, "You were to be my first."

"Why?" His sharp eyes scanning her face.

"Our children would be the most powerful that the underworld has ever known," she answered.

"How are you planning on killing me, if you're powerless?"

"Stuff the arrogance," she advised stiffly, "I come into my powers soon. The only reason you're not some mindless idiot following my mother's whims is because I found a way to release you. Although, I do have to admit, you were more attractive when you weren't so full of yourself."

"Full of…" Wyatt sputtered indignantly. "Excuse me for being disgruntled that you planned on raping a child from me and killing me," he sneered his sarcasm.

"Rape?" Bree scoffed giving Wyatt a thorough once over, "I think we both know that I wouldn't have had to resort to rape." Mimicking Wyatt's honeyed tones, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen…"

"I was obviously under a spell," he shot back.

Furious, she strode to him and shoved his chest with both hands so hard that he took an involuntary step back, "You egotistical, self centered…ass," she spat, "Do you think that I wanted to lose my virginity to you? Just because you have power. Just because my mother told me to. Oh what a joy!" She enthused mockingly, "Have sex with some brainless tool of a puppet, just to have a powerful child that right now, I neither want nor am ready for so that I can take my place among my legions of sisters whose sole purpose is to breed an army for my mother…"

"Lose your virginity?"

"I said you'd be my first!"

"Kill! I thought you meant I'd be your first kill!"

"My kind mates and kills, it goes hand in hand," she informed him grimly.

"What is your kind?"

"For someone so powerful, you're amazingly thick. I told you, I'm a daughter of Lilith."

"I don't remember you or your crazy mother when I'm awake," Wyatt defended himself.

"Oh no! She's coming!" Bree panicked. Thinking quickly she said in a softer voice, "Wyatt if you don't want to die in your sleep you need to trust me…" She yanked his head down to hers and kissed him deeply. If Lilith discovered that Bree planned to betray her she would kill Wyatt in an instant herself! She was sure to 'check' on the progress that Bree was making and if Wyatt seemed less than enthralled he'd be in grave danger!

Instinctively, Wyatt's arms tightened around the maddening and familiar woman. His lips left hers to burn a trail down her neck, his hands roamed, fingers brushing the thin strap from her shoulder, baring it for his kiss.

Suddenly Wyatt stopped and grinned into Bree's dazed face, "Your mom is gone." His grin was smug, proud that he'd proven that women weren't the only seducers.

Bree's response was to thump his forehead with the palm of her hand.

Wyatt woke with a start. Hearing Chris in the living room of the loft he hurried out. Seeing that Chris had the Book of Shadows open in front of him, glaring at it actually, as though it were being uncooperative, he gave Chris the name he needed to begin his search.

"Lilith."

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"So, your family has to contend with demons and things?" Aidan asked Psyche. They were wrapped in a sheet in each other's arms in her bed. His hands tightened on her, "You're in danger?" She'd explained everything as well as she could to her boyfriend.

She gazed into his eyes, "Not so much, yet. But yes, everyone in my family is in danger. Even you, by association…"

"If you're suggesting that I pack up, you can forget about it!" He informed her, "You're Uncle Henry is mortal, your grandpa, your Uncle Leo is, now…" It had taken a lot of explaining there! The ex-medic, ex- White-Lighter, ex- Elder, ex- Avatar, now mortal Dean of Magic School had been a very confusing tale to tell. "So I know that it can be done. And if it hadn't, then I'd be the first." He vowed, "I'm not going anywhere."

"Will you at least take martial arts courses?"

"Of course, just not with Phoenix o.k.?" He asked, not because he didn't like Phoenix, but because sometimes he got so damn tongue-tied around her. Psyche always seemed to find these encounters amusing. Of course she would, she knew Aidan was always meant to be hers and she trusted both he and her sister implicitly. As irritated as he got over his glazed adoration of the sister of the woman he loved was as much as it irritated Phoenix to be the object of his dazed affection.

"I think I can remedy that," Psyche suggested.

"Free Aidan from Nix's web

Let his desire no longer flow and ebb

When she's around, make Aidan safe

Because she is the sister of his chosen mate."

"Freaky, will that work?" Aidan asked.

At that Nix entered Psyche's room with a light knock.

Psyche and Aidan both pulled the sheet up more securely. "After you knock, you wait for an answer, Nix!" Psyche peevishly reminded her sister.

"Sorry!" Nix said in a hurry, "I just wanted to discuss tonight's sparring session." She refused to meet anyone's eyes. "How are you Aidan," she acknowledged his presence. Hopefully, being sated he'd be able to speak without a stutter. She sat on the edge of the bed.

He grinned at her, "I am just fine! Psyche and I were just talking about me signing up for one of your classes."

She looked at the couple in confusion, she knew that her sister had always found the situation amusing…

Psyche grinned, "I think I fixed it. Don't look so woeful, I wasn't setting you up for irritation."

"Yeah," Aidan added, "Sorry about all that. Psyche just explained and I have to say that it must suck to be you. Now I understand so much more."

"So you're ok now? You know that I'm just a normal girl?"

"Well, normal except those pesky pheromones. Yeah, I can say that you could never induce me to eat spiders." He joked in reference to the Renfield character in the Dracula lore who had been enthralled by the master vampire and driven quite insane by it.

"Great, why don't I wait in the living room while you two get dressed and we can go over the schedule?" She suggested as she stood.

"Nix, I had to tell him everything. And I do want him to be as safe as he can be…" she trailed, hoping her sister understood.

Nix, of course, did. She nodded, "Of course you had to tell him. Aidan, we're going to have to train you fast and hard. I guess that's the price you pay for love." She left the room.

Aidan looked into psyche's eyes, "That's very affordable." He kissed her nose.

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New A/N Another one done. I had to do some background on Psyche and Aidan as he's her longtime boyfriend. Introducing him in chapter 9 or whatever would have seemed false… I also wanted someone, outside the family, to be immune to Phoenix.

Thanks for reading, please review and let me know what you think of the changes/additions.