Well, my fellow readers and reviewers, it's been a long time coming you could say.. I still have so much I have to cover with this story… however I must start with this very part of the fic where you kinda get why I named it Don't Fear The Reaper…. Sorry about it being so late. I just haven't been in the mood to write this for awhile. Basically because this is nearing the end of it all and I still have to set up how everything really goes down… Enjoy.. As always, r&r!

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Wyatt stood with his face frozen in shock. His deep sky blue eyes were staring out into the space of the room where she had once been lying over the table like a broken doll. His tanned skin was now pale in the aftermath of the shock of turning back to where she had been lying on the table to protect her from his own parents wrath and then not even to find her there.

He hadn't found her. She was no longer lying on the uncomfortable cherry wood table with her body feeling as broken as her mind did at the present moment and the pain vibrating through her as she had tried to remain conscious. She was no longer lying over the whole length of the table in a collapsed body that was slowly dying in its rage for power like she had been when he had turned to ward his parents off.

She was gone now from his sight and in the process of her disappearance she had scared him into shock.

His hands were at his sides balled into small fists now instead of fumbling through the air where she had once been. He had taken a few steps back as if that would bring about the vision of her to his sight. His long curled dirty blond hair flung heavily into his face as he stared out at the empty table in shock.

Piper stood right beside him. Her long dark brown hair streaked lightly with golden hues of copper as it flew down her back in waves of curls as she delicately had her hand placed over her son's pale forehead to see if he was really okay. Her dark chocolate colored eyes held the confusion as well as the worry over how oddly her son was acting as she tried to find some form of fever that could possibly explain why he was acting so weirdly.

Leo stood a few steps away from both of them. He had gotten closer to the table that Victoria had been laying on only moments prior. His dark blue eyes that shone fiercely in the suns rays were searching the table as if something would just appear out of no where. He was wearing his Elder robes at the moment as if he had just urgently appeared in the Manor with a warning that was directed towards the Charmed Ones.

Victoria wondered if that warning was also about her as she watched their still lives.

She glanced over at Death who stood beside her like a mere shadow in her face of doubt. He smiled a fierce smile filled with mystery that he had obtained over the long ages he had been around for. She knew in that moment he had seen the best as well as the worst fall and those very people had all probably done the very dame thing in death. That thing she was hoping for now; another chance at life.

The suns light didn't filter through the trees leaves normally blowing leaves outside the kitchens window as she looked over at him. He was surrounded by the color of golden unwavering sunlight looking like an angel.

Victoria reevaluated the situation and knew it wasn't really in her favor. She was in a room with Death. In this very room, he had control over time somehow and he had stopped it so that she could do nothing to get help form the very people she had come to care about of the small time she'd known them. She was alone in the room with the Grim Reaper and he had finally come to claim her.

Weirdly, she was almost willing to leave with him without a fight.

"Nice bag of tricks you have there." she commented in the dulling silence forming between them.

"Thank you. I thought you would understand your situation better if I showed myself this time round." he told her briefly placing his hands together in a mock sideways prayer as he watched her face.

"I have come to the end of my lesson now, haven't I?" she replied.

"You don't know everything yet. You do know that your newfound powers that I gave you come with a price. "

"Why did you give them to me in the first place?" she asked him as her eyes turned to his to reveal themselves now as the color of bruises.

"All in due time." he responded, cryptically causing her to laugh bitterly as she crossed her arms over her chest to keep the cold out.

"Now, what do I call you? Do you have a name? A real name? Or do you go by one of the famous ones like Death, Grim Reaper, or is it just Grim or Reaper?" she asked him irrationally hoping that she could somehow hold out as much time as she could in this moment between time and life till the Halliwell's would wake from their little sleep.

"Death will be good enough for the brief time we shall be acquainted." he replied in a smooth voice.

"Short?" she asked him feeling as if her mind wasn't connecting all the dots in her present situation. He had said short time. He was just here to get rid of her. He was just here to wick her off to her next life where there was no Chris or Wyatt there to love her. There, in that new reality, she would be reborn to a life she didn't want to live. She wanted to live this life. She was sick of all the tragedy connected to her life now as it was, but she wanted to live through it.

"Short." he repeated in confirmation to her fears as his beady black eyes searched hers.

For a moment, Victoria considered trying to escape Death. How did you really escape Death though? He could find you anywhere you went and then he could use anything or everything around you just to cause your untimely death. He had to kill you to keep the natural pattern of life in order. If she didn't die when she was destined to then the whole world would go into some version of chaos, but she had so many things still left unfinished. She still has so much time left to live.

"Sadly, you also have come to a hard bend in the road," he informed her as he made a small hand movement towards the Halliwell's frozen before her.

Victoria stared over at Wyatt as she bit down hard on her lower lip. Death knew her way to well. He must have been spying on her again for him to have seen the hell she had just put Chris through. She rubbed her back slightly as she remembered this. The ghost of the pain that had been raking through her body since Chris's telekinetic body slam at the Golden Gate Bridge was barely existent as she gave Death a brief look in askance.

"Your pain is over now." he replied in a calming voice. His voice didn't' calm her though. The effect it had on her was the exact opposite. She was stuck realizing why the world was really stuck in pause around her and why Death was there with her. He had finally come to claim her and this time it really was for real. She couldn't escape him again and he was here to remind her of that fact by displaying his powers to freeze the very people she cared about in time.

"Oh my god. Am I dead?" she whispered in panic.

She hadn't done anything she had needed to do let alone wanted to do. She wasn't supposed to die early. She was supposed to live longer then this. The Elders had even said so. She had just gotten her second chance at life and now she had no purchase. She couldn't just die now. It was impossible. It had to be a mistake.

"God has nothing to do with this, my dear." Death replied to her statement and smiled demurely at her panic.

She swallowed hard as she looked over at Wyatt again. She had unfinished business here. She hadn't gotten the chance to fix anything that she had just screwed up with Chris or Wyatt. She felt like hell for that. She needed to talk to them. She needed to fix the situation if only just a little.

She needed to stop the feuding between the brothers if that was the only thing she could do. She had to keep them together. They needed each other and there was no doubt about that. If they didn't stay together and keep their family bond then the world was as good as gone.

She really had screwed up.

She didn't want another replay of the future that she had seen in Chris's memories of the other timeline. She didn't want to be the cause of their whole brotherhood just ending. She didn't know how to fix what she had already damaged but she had to. She owed them both that.

For a moment, she wondered if Death was able to choose sides.

"Can you.. Can you choose sides?" she asked him.

He gave her a look of annoyance at being asked such a question and then he shook his head. "No, I am only here to take the souls on the list."

"Oh, oh good." she replied stupidly as she tried to get her thoughts together.

"Who would you have chosen?" Death asked her as if reading her mind on the issue of Chris and Wyatt.

She smiled as tears welled into her burning violet-blue eyes. "I don't know."

Death took her answer lightly. He didn't press for a reason. He merely stood there watching her with a weird expression over his face that she couldn't even place. Then, he shook his thoughts away and reached his pale white hand out to her. She knew it was her time to take it whether she wanted to or not. Fate had sided against her again.

"You must come with me now," Death informed her as she stared over at Wyatt for what would be her last time.