Wyatt turned away from the phone. "So, you don't have any idea why you're here, either?" He directed his question at Chris. He looked at this version of his brother, so different from the Chris he'd grown up with. This Chris didn't look like he'd ever smiled in his life. There was also something disturbing in his green eyes, they were guarded and hard. The eyes he was used to seeing were open and usually twinkling.
"Who said that?" Chris asked.
"Chris." Wyatt supplied with a frown, confused about how to refer to each.
"What that guy doesn't know could fill a book," Chris sneered.
"He doesn't know much about your life, because he's lived his own," Wyatt defended. "So, you do know why you're here." Wyatt waited patiently for Chris to answer. He kept reminding himself that this was still his little brother, a little brother who had suffered who-knew-what at his own, well, alternate future self's, hands.
Chris didn't answer, instead he posed a question of his own, "Got a handle on your powers yet?" He waited expectantly.
"Somewhat…" Wyatt answered, unsure if he wanted this conversation to continue.
"Let's spar," Chris challenged, "The Wyatt I knew loved to practice his powers against mine." The green eyes dared Wyatt.
"Let's NOT," Wyatt said decisively.
Suddenly orbs appeared and left Piper standing between them.
"I asked your Aunt Paige to send me over, I thought you two meeting might be awkward."
"I thought we'd talked to Mel about spying…" Wyatt began, now irritated with both his younger siblings.
"Melly?" Chris asked, his face unguarded for the first time since Wyatt had seen him. It shocked Wyatt a bit. Here, he was upset with Mel and Mr. Personality was proudly indulgent? What the hell is going on, Wyatt thought.
Piper smiled at her dark haired son, "Yes, she's spying. I know you couldn't tell us much because of 'future consequences' but you might have warned me that your sister would be such a handful."
"That's because she grew up keeping quiet and out of the way, of course that was before she died at the ripe old age of ten," Chris stated baldly, shooting a hate-filled glance at Wyatt, who recoiled from the fury he saw on Chris' face.
"Chris…" Piper began.
"I don't have to worry about 'future consequences' anymore, Mom. I can tell you anything you want to know about my life now. Want to know how you died? Mel? Phoebe? Paige? My fiancée…?"
"That's enough!" Piper said sternly, a warning in her dark brown eyes.
"No," Wyatt said quietly, "I'd like to know."
"Would you?" Chris asked, slightly taken aback, then in a storyteller voice, "Well, Mom…"
"I said that that is ENOUGH!" Piper roared, "Those things didn't happen here, Chris! Torturing Wyatt with the truth of your life isn't fair."
"You're right," Chris said quietly, "Mom, can we go see Mel?"
"Shoot, we'll have to walk," Piper muttered.
"No we won't," Chris grabbed his mother and orbed to the manor, leaving Wyatt, dumfounded, behind.