A/N: I´m really sorry it took me so long to update. I've been busier than what I thought I´d be. But this is long and I have more and it´s long too. I also have to apologize for delaying...you´ll know what when you read. I promise that in my next set of updates you´ll see why I had to delay it. And Wyatt said he´s cute, he loves me and all but he´s evil. Well, eviler than Wyatt are the people that owe Charmed and don't bring Chris back. (I hate to say it but that´s not me, lol)
Thanks, thanks and thanks so much for your reviews. They really made me want to write faster. Thanks again I loved all of them, you are great! And thanks for reading! Hope you´ll like this chapter.
I´m going to copy Autumn (hope you don´t mind Autumn) and paste some parts of my last update so that you´ll remember what happened).
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"Well, the drawing is ready." Paige announced "Whatever we wanted to know about evil Wyatt we'll know it if the spell works"
Phoebe took the spell and joined her sisters.
"I guess you are right. It worries me, that says, "back". But perhaps it will work, well, let's try."
They gathered holding the baby and they enchanted.
"Hear these words, hear the rhyme, heed the hope within my mind, send me back to where I'll find, what I wish in place and time."
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"Kill her, Chris" Wyatt said out loud, causing the witch to look at Chris with pleading eyes and Chris to shake with terror and impotence.
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Chapter twelve: Changing plans
The sisters waited for the glow they'd seen when Bianca had come for Chris. But nothing happened.
"I told you!" Phoebe exclaimed "the spell says back and we don't want to go back in time. We want to go forward. As we say to where I'll find it doesn't work. Because we'll find it at the future not going back"
"I got it, back is the wrong word, calm down". Paige looked at her sister annoyed. They had to look for a way to solve that before Leo arrived.
Piper looked at her sweet boy trying to understand if that was true. If they'd just go through that portal to find out her sweet little baby had become the source of evil.
"We'll think of another word, what's the big deal?" Paige asked, still looking at the wall as if expecting it to glow suddenly or something.
Piper enchanted with an ironic tone "Hear these words, hear the rhyme, heed the hope within my mind, send me forward to where I'll find, what I wish in place and time". "What's the big deal?" she remarked and she went on angrily after a pause. "Does that rhyme at all? I think is a spell to go back in time. Nothing more. We'll have to think of another spell".
"What about send me directly?" Paige suggested.
"It has to be a short word, but I'm not sure if changing just the word will work; I think we should try with a whole different spell"
"How did Bianca take Chris to the past?" Phoebe asked thoughtfully while the baby move uncomfortable in his mother's arms when he heard Chris' name
"She probably had a spell...may be Wyatt made it if he was the one after Chris. It requires a warlock with really strong powers to make a time traveling spell. So, I guess it was Wyatt." Piper said, facing the fact that it made sense that the evil thing after Chris was Wyatt. Only Halliwells and very few other magical beings had that much power. Again, she had the feeling that the bond between Chris and Wyatt was that they were brothers. Could her baby grow up into a man capable of doing that to his own brother? She was thinking of this when a sudden orb made the sisters jump.
"What the hell is going on here? " Leo asked, his disapproving look fixed on the triquetra.
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"Kill her, Chris" Wyatt was looking at his brother with an expressionless face but Chris could read his feelings clearly. There was some regret, but mostly expectation and joy for what he was doing. He really wanted to see Chris doing that. Chris read a little surprised that Wyatt was expecting him to realize that killing witches was almost the same as killing demons. But Wyatt was also expecting him to hate that and understand that Wyatt could control him if he wanted. Wyatt knew him. And he knew how to hurt him deeply without exactly attacking him.
Chris lifted the knife as slowly as possible, feeling his hand reaching the witch's body and trying desperately to think. He couldn't let Wyatt win this one. He analyzed the sentence quickly searching for a way out and he found one. Wyatt hadn't said now so he could do something that didn't go against Wyatt's orders before killing the witch. And he knew what he had to do, he thought happily. Wyatt read that thought and he spoke quickly.
"Now " Wyatt begun to say. But it was too late. A sudden pain in his chest stopped him before he could even finish the word and the vague idea that Chris had stabbed him crossed his mind. It was impossible, he thought. Chris couldn't disobey. And Chris knew how silly it was to do that. He could stop Chris just with an order and heal himself in a minute and made things worse for. Chris. No, Chris wouldn't stab him. He knew how useless that could be. But what the hell had his brother done? Why did it hurt so much? For a few seconds the pain, the confusion and the surprise didn't let him think. But he was over that in a minute. Suddenly he understood and he looked down, worriedly.
He was right and even if he didn't get shocked easily he was paralyzed by the impression and the sudden feelings that the picture he had in front arose inside him. Chris was lying on the floor in his own blood that continued to poor from his body, the knife deeply nailed in his chest. Chris hadn't stabbed Wyatt, he had stabbed himself and now he was lying unconscious on the jail's floor. Wyatt knelt down next to him quickly. The wound was deep. Besides, Alexandra couldn't be killed that easily. The knife was a special knife; Wyatt had tracked it and enhanced its magic with his own source's powers. If he didn't heal it immediately, Chris would probably die.
"Chris, get up" he said angrily. He shook his brother trying to see his face and desperately hoping to see his brother's green eyes open. But it was worthless. His brother was unconscious. Chris had stabbed himself near his heart.
"Silly boy" Wyatt whispered with a mix of annoyance and worriedness.. He also couldn't avoid thinking that Chris had been really clever doing that. And he had delayed things in a brilliant way. " But, for how long?" he added evilly to himself.
He looked around. Only three witches had seen this. He didn't need more witnesses. Without thinking of anything else he flamed Chris to his room and he put him on his bed.
He closed his eyes and he took the knife from Chris' chest. The pain he felt was almost unbearable. At least Chris had the advantage of being unconscious.
"Don't you dare think you won't be punished for this Christopher" he said out loud. But he placed his hand over Chris' body almost tenderly and he anxiously waited for the result.
He felt relieved when the familiar glow appeared in his hand's and his brother's chest. It took a long time to heal the deep wound and beat the knife's magic. His god dam brother sure knew how to stab. If he only used that skill on other people, as it was supposed to be used, he thought bitterly.
Finally Chris opened his eyes slowly and Wyatt felt so relieved that he could have hugged him in spite of the situation. He hadn't gone through so much trouble to bring Chris back just to lose him that way.
Chris' eyes showed relief at first. But when Wyatt finished his healing and he recovered consciousness, that relief was quickly replaced by fear and he started struggling to get free of his brother's hold. Wyatt was still on top of him and had his hands on his chest. When Wyatt finished healing, Chris' body shook. Chris stopped; trying to recover and feeling his usual strength slowly go back to his body. Wyatt was waiting for him to calm down, but when Chris felt better he continued struggling and Wyatt took him firmly by his shoulders. Chris continued struggling in his arms but he wasn't a match for Wyatt as he was still a little weak and deeply shocked by the wound and by what had happened in the jail. He had thought and acted really fast and done more than one thing before losing consciousness. And all of this while focusing his thoughts on something else to surprise Wyatt.
Wyatt looked at the horrified look in Chris' eyes. He remembered how quickly his brother's look had changed from relief to fear. Just because he had seen him. Wyatt couldn't help feeling sad about that. If someone had told him years ago that Chris would feel like this with him he would have thought it was a joke. He remembered the day Chris had nearly drowned. He had sensed his brother's fear and desperation even if he wasn't with him. But Chris' fear hadn't stopped when Wyatt had rescued him. It had stopped before. The minute he had felt Wyatt's presence, even if he was still drowning Chris had calmed down. He knew everything would be all right with Wyatt there, even if Chris hadn't been calling him. He had been calling Leo. But as usual Leo had come all worried once they were home and Chris was completely recovered.
Wyatt tried to put that thought away as Chris kicked him. His brother had been struggling for some time, kicking, and flinging his arms and legs desperately. Wyatt looked at Chris' face. Chris was trying to avoid tears and he was shouting things Wyatt couldn't understand. He was clearly desperate.
"Let me go...please Wyatt don't make me do this." Chris shouted now clearly when his eyes met Wyatt's.
As Chris' desperation grew the room started to shake.
"Calm down" Wyatt said firmly.
"No.." Chris continued struggling and crying. The spell couldn't control feelings and Chris desperation was too much to be controlled that way. Suddenly Chris tried to orb out.
"What the hell are you doing? Where are you trying to go?" Wyatt asked angrily pinning him firmly to the bed with his arms and powers.
"This is all your fault Wyatt, I'm trying to go to the jail to kill the witch, cause I have to complete your order. Stop me! Stop me or I'll find a way to kill myself and remain dead, I swear." Chris shouted still struggling and unable to avoid tears of desperation any more.
"No. You'll have to..." Wyatt was determined to do that but as he was still holding Chris, Chris couldn't orb.
"I swear, Wyatt. I'll kill myself and you won't be able to stop me, spell or no spell."
As Chris' desperation grew Wyatt found himself thinking that Chris wouldn't really stand that and that it was better to use another method. It wasn't like him to change his mind like that, but he could feel Chris' feeling as his own and his brother's desperation suddenly became impossible for him to take. He found that strange, but he didn't give it a second thought. Anyway, it wasn't a big deal. He had a lot of ideas to show Chris how to behave.
"Fine" he said after some hesitation. "Relax. You don't have to kill that witch any more. I don't want you to, I lift the order"
He felt his brother's body relaxing in his arms and immediately stopping his intent of orbing. Chris knew how useless it was to try to leave with Wyatt's control over him. When he relaxed Wyatt released him. Chris closed his eyes for a few minutes, resting this head on the pillow trying to calm down after the struggle, and then he sat on the bed, clearing his eyes.
"I hate you, Wyatt. I truly hate you." he said it with a sadness and bitterness that Wyatt tried to ignore, but that seemed so authentic that he didn't even dared to ask if it was true. Wyatt didn't search for Chris' feelings, either. He didn't want to know if it was true. He didn't wan to believe Chris was capable of hating him just for some stupid witch. He was his brother. And he had put Chris above any other person. He had forgiven him things he wouldn't have forgiven anyone. He was giving him chance after chance and Chris defied him over and over. And he didn't even seem slightly happy for being with him again. He sadly remembered how hard it was for them to be apart before and the joy that his brother felt any time they met after a long separation. How he used to smile when he saw him. He hardened his expression.
"Well, I'll have to live with that, I guess. There are many people feeling that way so it's not a big deal" he said coldly. "Still, you'll learn not to play any more tricks. "
"What are you going to do?" Chris didn't even try to hide his fear this time. He was horrified and he was tired of fighting Wyatt the whole day. It was too hard. But when Wyatt had started acting with tenderness he had almost forgotten how far Wyatt could go when he was angry. And now he was more than angry.
Wyatt face was expressionless. Chris guessed he was going to give an order. He could guess when his brother was going to do that because the bastard felt a special joy when he did that.
"This was your choice, Christopher. Orb back to the jail, now"
As Wyatt had said now Chris couldn't react. He was in the jail before he could think things over. He would have done what Wyatt had said even without the spell, that wasn't the proper time to argue with Wyatt. At least, he was sure Wyatt wasn't going to make him kill anyone. Alexandra was there looking at him, Chris wished there was a way of helping her but that didn't seem very likely. Before he could think of anything else, Wyatt flamed behind him and he put an arm around his shoulders while he got closer to him. Chris watched him approach him, thinking that he didn't like Wyatt's expression at all.
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"What the hell is that? What are you trying to do? Don't you see how risky is it going to the future? And that if Chris is under that spell you won't be helping him at all? And what? Now you've dragged the whole family into this?" Leo asked her angrily.
Piper gave Baby Wyatt to Paige and she grabbed Leo really angry too and she took him to another room.
"Let's just talk about this alone. You just don't want to go to the future. You are afraid Chris is your son and you don't want to find out. Well, you'll have to face that sooner or later" Piper said.
"You do think he's our son, right?" Leo asked and Piper could tell he sounded worried.
"I don't know. There must be possibilities we haven't taken into account. But I think that's a real good one. "
"He hated me. I thought he just didn´t like me, he seemed to hate everything I did or said. Why would my son feel like that?"
"I don't know, Leo. And you are right. He could still be Wyatt's cousin or nephew or whatever. But take into account that we are accepting the son we know for sure we have as the source of all evil"
"Not to mention " Leo made a pause and looked adoringly at Piper. "I mean, if he's Wyatt's brother I'm assuming he's my son or could it be..? "
"Come on, Leo. We shouldn't talk about that. We don't know. And we need to find out"
"A time trip is not easy to explain. The elders will be on our back. And we can't be honest. They can't know what will happen to Wyatt, it's risky and it would mess up the time-line"
"Future consequences" Piper smiled. "You are really sounding like Chris. Don't you have the power to take us to the future? Maybe you can make an excuse for the others"
"No. And not if I don't know the exact point we want to go to"
"Yes, that's the problem with the spell. But we'll have to think of something. If Wyatt is so evil. What will Wyatt do with him? We need to help him as soon as we can"
"Well, soon it's a really relative word, right?.If we find out the time we can go to the day Wyatt took him to the future. But just to know the bond and see if we can help. It won't be of real help unless we can lift the spell" he made a pause. "I'll help Piper. But we need to know the exact time, I don't know of any other way."
"We'll see what we can do. At least will try. " Piper said with a sigh.
Leo looked at her and all he could think was that he was terribly afraid of whatever he would find out in the future. He couldn't picture an evil Wyatt. His son was powerful. Being evil, how far would he go?"
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"Look at them, Chris." Wyatt said taking the hand off Chris shoulder and placing it on Chris' neck to direct his eyes, pointing at the three witches that were in the jail with them and the first one.
As Chris didn't answer and he stared at the witches, Wyatt held him to keep his head still while he said calmly but with a threatening voice.
"They were going to live, I've got all the information I needed from them. Some of them were going to be hostage and I was going to release some of them to help me after some "persuasion". Now you've change their fate and they are going to die. Look at them cause this was your choice".
Chris looked at the witches horrified. Before he could even try to react, Wyatt lifted his free hand and threw and energy ball toward the witch in front of him. She disappeared in an instant flame.
"No, Wyatt stop." Chris yelled, but Wyatt didn't pay attention to him.
Wyatt made Chris turn his head as he killed the other three witches, leaving Alexandra alive. Chris tried to get free of his hold and stop Wyatt but Wyatt said firmly.
"Don't try to stop me, Christopher, just watch. Not just because it's an order but I swear I'll make things worse for everyone if you stop me "
Chris stopped, due to the spell and because he believed Wyatt. He didn't find anything he could do. Wyatt made a pause, pleased that Chris had stopped resisting and he looked at Chris and the remaining witch.
"I gave you the knife to kill her cause she needs to be stabbed with this particular knife to die. She was going to die quickly but now that's changed thanks to you. Don't try to stop me, Chris"
With those words Wyatt quickly stabbed the witch in her stomach, a deep wound but not enough to leave her unconscious. As the witch started to shout in horror, he started moving the knife inside her making her scream with pain.
"Stop, please, Wyatt" Chris pleaded.
"If you play any more tricks, this will be a joke compared to what will happen. I can't check my orders a thousand times to see if you can play tricks, brother. You are too smart and I don't have the time. I have to kill all those resistance bastards and I have to catch Brittany. Taking revenge for our mom's death is part of it. It's bad enough you don't want to help. But I won't let you stop me. Is that clear?"
Chris didn't answer. Wyatt was still holding the knife and moving it through the witch's body. He had stabbed her in another place and he was making the wound deeper. The witch cries were filling the whole jail.
"Answer me , Chris. You won't stop me in anyway, and you won't play more tricks. Is that clear?" he asked remarking his last words as he used to do when they were little and he was explaining to Chris something that he thought was obvious but Chris was still questioning. At the same time, he placed the knife at the witch's eye, suspending it in mid air, enjoying the readings of fear and pain that came from her.
"Yes, it's clear" as there were people watching, the order about showing respect stopped Chris from telling Wyatt what he thought of him at that moment. Maybe it was better that way. Chris knew better than to piss Wyatt off when he had a knife in his hand and a defenseless witch in the other.
Wyatt lifted the knife and he seemed about to stab the witch in her eyes but he suddenly stopped the knife there and he laughed at Alexandra's look. Chris watched, unable to do anything, just sending Wyatt mental messages pleading with him to stop.
Without warning, Wyatt stabbed Alexandra in the arm.
He locked eyes with her.
"You have beautiful eyes" he said almost flirtingly. " It's such a huge pity" he faked sadness and remained silent while he stabbed her in the other arm without taking his eyes of hers for a second.. "You were going to live " he added in a venomous tone. "But my bro changed that. Thank him for his little trick last night." he let Alexandra look at Chris and
Chris looked at her with an apologizing expression. With a small smile Wyatt went on.
"And tell me, should I take your beautiful eyes and your legs and arms and let you live or you prefer to die? I'm feeling generous so you can choose"
Alexandra didn't answer.
"Please, Wyatt!" Chris pleaded again even if he knew it was useless. Due to the order of pretending to have joined his brother, he couldn't express his feelings completely, not even in his tone of voice and that made things more frustrating.
"I hate when people don't answer my questions, that's rude! Answer now, witch or I'm going to cut your tongue and let you live without it or anything else so that you can't answer or do anything any more"
The horror look of the witch was almost an answer. Wyatt smiled at Chris. Chris looked at him with hate. "Your choice little brother and stop sending me her feelings that won't change a thing" Wyatt said telekinetically.
"I'm not sending you anything, jerk. I've got your point, leave the poor girl alone, she has nothing to do with us"
"Whenever you try to save people I´ll make sure more die. The only way you can help is by obeying me, Chris. And I won't say that twice. Is that clear?"
"Crystal. Now leave her."
"If you insist."
As Wyatt was really getting the knife into her mouth, the witch tried to speak but as she was too frightened she couldn't make a sound.
"I don't hear you. Tell me what your choice is or you won't say anything again." Wyatt looked back at the witch approaching the knife to the witch's mouth again.
"I want to die! Please!"
"In that case thank my brother for that"
The witch just closed her eyes. Chris desperately tried to think of ways of helping her but he couldn't.
Wyatt stuck the knife again in one of the witch's eyes..
"Thank my brother or this will never end"
The witch looked at Chris, with one eye, the other one bleeding deeply. She was clearly in a great pain but the chains in her hands prevented her from trying to touch it, or stop the bleeding. She looked defeated.
"Thank...you" she mumbled in a tone and with a look that Chris was sure he would never forget in his life.
Wyatt smiled and he turned to the witch again.
"Now again. What was your choice? I just don't remember!" he faked worrideness placing the knife near her other eye. "You wanted me to cut your beautiful eyes, right? One is almost down but not completely. Should I finish?"
"I want to die! " she said more firmly shaking with horror and pain. The pain from her eye and the rest of the wound was unbearable and she could feel the blood falling through her body.
"In that case, I could never say no to a lady. Wish granted." Wyatt shouted stabbing her firmly in her heart, the only place where she could be stabbed and die.
Wyatt laughed watching the look in her face a few minutes before she vanished, leaving only the chains hanging. He turned smiling to Chris.
"She did have beautiful eyes, don't you think?. I was going to send her back to help me, it's a pity you made me kill her"
Chris looked at him with real disgust and hate.
"Your choice, little brother. My spell doesn't leave you much space to decide, but you have some choices. You'll just have to live with the consequences. And don't look at me that way, it gets on my nerves. I don't enjoy this as much as you think, even if I have to admit it is fun sometimes. But above all else, it's necessary"
Chris didn't answer but he looked away. That was the only way of obeying Wyatt and not looking at him with disgust. It was impossible for Chris to look at that monster and not show his hate, disgust and overall disappointment. He tried to see in that evil murdered the kid that had taken care of a hurt stray dog for months and cried when he ran away thinking that someone could have hurt him. The same brother that had slept by his side for almost a year to help with his nightmares. The same kid that had spent two days locked in a room cause he couldn't heal Aunt Phoebe's kitten in time.
Wyatt read all these thoughts and he felt sad. He hated when Chris tried to deny he was still his brother. There weren't two different people, the brother and the monster. It was just him, and Chris was rejecting him and his battle. That was their battle. And he had to make Chris understand that.
"That kid is here, Chris" his tone was soft but a little tired "It's just doing what it has to do and this was your choice. I want you to be a good boy and go to your room. Don't leave until I say you can or I call you with my mind. We still have to discuss something about mom."
Chris was angry about what had just happened and about Wyatt´s behavior but hearing his mom's name on the same mouth that had tormented that defenseless witch was too much. Now they were alone and he could say what he thought.
"What about mom? " he yelled. "How dare you talk about her Wyatt and here in a jail you've created to cause people pain, you are a jerk and a tyrant and you are crazy and.."
"Go to you room, now" Wyatt said with a cold smile and an almost parental tone.
Chris orbed away immediately.
Wyatt smiled, that was funny, it was like Chris and his preaching had an off switch.
I have to admit that's really useful, I wish I had done this spell when we were kids. Chris was a real trouble maker and he never listened to me. And he was also bossy, preaching about everything trying always to be right.
It was just a thought but Wyatt was surprised to hear his brother's voice in his head, which even there sounded annoying.
I'm not some freaking TV to turn me off and I wasn't bossy at all. You are the tyrant, not me. And you couldn't have done the spell before. You weren't an evil bastard back then. I'll get rid of this spell and I´ll make you pay, I swear.
Wyatt laughed when he heard Chris' words in his head. Even if his words weren't nice he missed talking to his brother like that. They used to do that all the time and now they hadn't talked in years.
I suggest you stop that and you get some rest, little brother. You might need it. We still have some things to do. And don't try anything, I´ll check on you soon.
JERK!
Chris was so loud that Wyatt almost had a headache but he smiled. Chris didn't say anything else but Wyatt could sense what he was doing and he sensed he was in his room and not using his powers but not sleeping either. Wyatt smiled, he had been really anxious about the moment Chris finally took over his room. And soon the time would arrive where Chris would embrace the rest of his fate, he had no other choice.
Wyatt had sent Chris alone because he had thought it was better to order Chris to orb instead of taking him. That would help everyone believe Chris was there of his own will. Some of his demons sensed powers and he couldn't keep flaming Chris everywhere. It was a pity Chris couldn't flame. Orbing was too white lighter for Wyatt's taste, even if he still used it sometimes depending on occasions. It was great to have both good and demonic powers. He looked around to see if anyone had seen Chris stab himself, no, only Laura but she didn't count cause she would be dead soon and Wyatt was keeping her away from everyone else.
He had some things to do before getting Laura to her special torturing session. He thought of Chris and he couldn't help feeling a little sad. He also thought that something was weird; Chris said he wasn't sending the witch's feelings to him and Chris couldn't lie so that meant that Wyatt was feeling them. That was wrong; he had some empathy but nothing big. Chris was the empathic one. Unless he had gotten some of Chris powers...could that mean that Chris had his? He really hadn't thought the spell consequences over. He knew enhancing the bond could get annoying at some points but not so much. He thought sadly of Chris. His brother shouldn't hate him so much. He was doing what was necessary for both of them; he had to make him understand that.
He decided to give Chris some time to think. He knew him and he knew his little brother didn't give up too easily. I hope you do, brother. Cause now you'll do anything I want you to and I´ll never run out of ways to make you understand, he thought not without some pain but with a wide smirk on his face.
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Phoebe and Paige listened to Piper and Leo's discussion.
"Do you think they could be brothers?" Paige asked worriedly.
"Guess there is a chance of that. Still, Leo has a point. He's sweet to Wyatt. He's a lousy father and even worse since he's and elder but you can tell he tries hard. Chris never gave him a chance; it was like he distrusted Leo naturally. If they are really related in the future, things must have gone really wrong with the two of them"
"What about Wyatt?" Phoebe smiled at the sweet child in her sister's arms.
"What do you mean?"
Phoebe thought of the vision she had had, with adult Wyatt in the kitchen looking so dangerous.
"I mean, Wyatt has us, we love him, could he really be evil in the future?" Phoebe smiled at the baby and the baby smiled back at her. She liked to think her nephew and she shared some kind of special relationship.
"Well, what if he doesn't have us anymore?"
"What do you mean?"
Paige shuddered, "Shit happens, may be we are not with him and that's why he turned. Listen it's not worth thinking about this, whatever has to happen will happen anyway."
"It's weird you say that. I have the feeling that we must hurry...that there's something we need to make happen soon or it will be too late."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh..I´m not sure. Don't listen to me. it's just an impression"
"It could mean a change in the time-line, right? Maybe your premonition powers let you feel it right?"
"Maybe. But I don't know about what, that's not useful at all."
"Probably something Chris did. He must have messed with the time-line big time. He was here for too long. If he had been more honest, we would have been able to help him sooner and better. Hope we still can."
"Maybe you're right" Phoebe was having another idea.
"I´ll check what Piper and Leo have decided. You wait here"
After Paige left, Phoebe looked thoughtfully at the baby. "Will you be evil, nephew?" she asked herself. She carefully lifted the baby in her arms.
Some moments after that Paige, Leo and Piper stormed into the room when they heard Baby Wyatt´s desperate cry.
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A/N: I want to thank all of you for your wonderful reviews. They were great! I loved all of them and I just can´t thank anyone enough for reading and reviewing my story. Again, my apologies for how long it took me to update.