Ok...here is another update. Someone sent in a review, wondering if I intended to just copy every line from season 6 . I did end up taking a lot of lines right from the show, especially from the first few episodes that I cover. There are alot of extra scenes put into my story though and it does mainly focus on Wyatt and Chris' point of view as I mentioned before. The more major changes do take place further on in the story, but for now, they are pretty minimal. You'll find out if you continue reading. Also...I don't own anything Charmed related.
Bellock and the other demon had shimmered into Wyatt's apartment. He was still holding tightly to Bianca, knife still poised at her neck. Bellock moved away from them and went to the cabinet that Wyatt usually had the book of shadows resting upon. It was Wyatt's magic cabinet. He kept many magical items and ingredients in it.
Bellock pulled out four crystals and started placing them on the floor. The demon holding Bianca pulled his knife away and thrust her forward. She fell to her hands and knees, landing directly in between three of the crystals. She tried to get up as quickly as she could, to run before the last crystal could be put into place.
Bianca had barely taken one step before a shock surged through her body. She stood frozen for a moment as pain overcame her. She jolted backwards as she tried to keep her balance. "Damn it." She muttered softly.
Bellock turned to the demon and excused him. He faced Bianca now. "You don't really think you can escape us do you?" He asked her curiously. Wyatt was right about Bianca being a fool.
"You can't keep me here." She argued. Despite being shocked from the cage, she had regained most of her strength. Her mind focused as she tried to shimmer out from the cage. It was no use, she could barely even dematerialize before the shocks forced her to keep in place.
Bellock let out a laugh before replying to her. "Ah, but we can and we will." He said. "Wyatt should be here soon to deal with you."
Bianca's teeth clenched in anger. She was breathing hard. She wanted to keep fighting against the cage, but she knew it was no use. Wyatt would be there soon and she didn't know what he might do to her.
Black orbs formed next to her cage. Wyatt had returned sooner than Bianca had thought. He materialized and completely ignored her presence. He seemed to ignore Bellock as well. He walked over to the cabinet and rested the book of shadows back in it's place. He pulled out a chair at the table and sat down, resting his head in his hands. His eyes were closed. He was trying to push away his thoughts, his emotions. When he stayed in the manor for too long, it always tugged at his emotions.
"You shouldn't have stayed in the manor for so long." Bellock said to Wyatt. "It never does you any good."
Wyatt pulled his hands away from his face. He looked up at Bellock and stood, placing his hands on the table as he leaned forward. "Did I ask for your opinion?" He asked angrily, though he knew Bellock was right.
"No, I'm sorry Sire." Bellock pleaded. He put his hands together and bowed his head. "Please forgive me."
"Just shut up." Wyatt demanded. He didn't want to hear any more out of Bellock. He walked around the table, approaching Bianca. He stood staring at her for several moments before he spoke to her. "Whether I have your help or not, I will get my brother back." He said to her.
She laughed in his face. "Even if you go back in time after him, you'll never get him to come back willingly. He will save you." She replied to him.
He reached down, twisting one of the crystals of her cage. Immense pain shot through her as the cage began to shock her. He let go of the crystal, standing tall once more. "If he thinks he can save me, than he will die trying. There's nothing to save me from anyways."
"You're wrong." She argued. She had faith in Chris and she believed he would be able to fix things, to save the future.
"Your pathetic. I don't know how you can have such faith in him." Wyatt snapped back at her. "He can't save me. No one made me this way. It's simply who I am, who I chose to be."
"I don't believe that." She said.
He reached down for one of the crystals again. "Well, I don't care what you believe." He twisted the crystal and sent shocks raging through her once more. She struggled momentarily and her breathing became heavy. The force of the crystals brought her to her knees this time. Content with her pain, Wyatt let go of the crystal and stood back.
Out of the corner of his eye, Wyatt thought he saw a quick flash of lightening out of the balcony window. The loud roar of thunder confirmed what he had seen. It seemed to rattle the whole building. "It looks like we are in for another storm." Bellock said, pointing out the obvious.
Wyatt rolled his eyes. "I can see that." He said in a tone of annoyance as rain began to hammer into the balcony door. The sound seemed to echo in his ears.
Chris had been in the past for quite a few months now. He was happy to see the sun again, to see the city still standing tall and unharmed. The fresh air felt good against his skin and the sun warmed him. His task of saving Wyatt was far from complete, as he was still unsure of what could have gotten to him, what could have made him evil. He was convinced that there was some event that lead to Wyatt's eventual journey on the path to evil, that some demon must have been involved with it all.
Chris had already started to change history though. Before he was even born, one of the Charmed Ones were killed. She was killed by the Titans in their quest to take over the heavens and rule over the world. He had saved her, thus saving the power of three.
While helping the Charmed Ones fight the Titans, he had paved the way for his father to become an Elder. That wasn't necessarily his plan, but it had worked to his advantage. He had tried to send Leo away, to the mythical island of Valhalla after they had fought the Titans. That would make way for him to become the Charmed Ones new white lighter, but they were too bent on finding and saving Leo. Ultimately, he had no choice, but to help in their search for him. Because Leo was an Elder, Chris was still able to remain as the sister's white lighter. Leo had other duties to attend to as an Elder, though he wasn't completely out of the picture.
Leo had his doubts about him being the sister's white lighter, but Chris tried to ignore them. He tried to ignore Leo altogether. He was too focused on protecting the Charmed Ones and protecting Wyatt. It was a huge weight to carry, but he couldn't give up. His future and the future of so many others depended on it.
Chris was beginning to get frustrated with the sisters though. They weren't concentrating enough on their Wiccan duties. They were letting their thirst for having a personal life trump their duties. It was hard for him to try and take control over his own mother, hard to try and argue with her about her duties. It was even harder for him to be around her, harder for him to resist the urge to embrace her in his arms and never let go of her. He had missed having her in his life and here she was standing before him.
Piper had just walked out on Chris. His aunts had walked out only moments before. A demon had attacked at the manor and the sisters seemed to care less about vanquishing him. It was a demon that Chris had run across in the future, though he hadn't let the sisters know about that detail.
The demon's name was Gith and he had the power to create vortexes which sucked their victims into pocket realms or dangerous alternate realities based on fantasies, desires, and dreams. He fed on the energy that was contained in unfulfilled desires. He couldn't control the realms he sent his victims too, but they usually didn't survive.
The sisters were off trying to live some semblance of a normal life, trying to find something outside of magic. Piper had friends coming over to the manor, trying to do something normal for a change. Paige had a tempt job to attend to. Phoebe had lunch plans with her boyfriend and boss, Jason. It angered Chris that they seemed to be so unconcerned with Gith attacking at the house. He had to find a way to get the sisters to refocus on their Wiccan duties.
Piper had left Chris in the sun room with baby Wyatt. He turned to his brother as a plan came to him, a plan to get the sisters to refocus themselves. "It's all your fault I have to do this now." He said to him before forming into a swirl of orbs and leaving the manor.
Chris was hoping that Gith's lair was in the same place as it was in the future. He was going to use Gith the get the sisters refocused. If Gith could put them into their own little realms, focused on their own desires, maybe they would learn their lesson for putting other things before their duties. Of course, he had planned to intervene before the sisters realms could kill them.
His orbs formed in the underworld. Candles were spread around the cave that he had focused on reaching. Standing across the cave, on the other side of a large stone table, was Gith. Gith was dabbing a cloth at a wound that Piper had inflicted on him with one of her powers.
He turned to Chris when he heard the sound of orbs filling the air of his lair. "You." He shouted, surprised to see him.
"Wait, before you..." Chris had started. Gith cut him off with a wave of his arm. An orange glow emitted from it, creating a vortex underneath him. Chris was sucked into the vortex, but before it could close, he orbed out of it. He appeared next to Gith feeling slightly annoyed. Gith turned to him in a panic."Would you just relax. I didn't come here to vanquish you." He tried to assure the demon.
"How did you find me here?" Gith asked curiously. He dabbed at his wound again. "No one's ever been to my lair."
"I don't have to find you, Gith, I know you." Chris explained, causing him to be even more curious now. "I'm from the future. I came here to give you what you want, the Charmed Ones."
He doubted that was why Chris had really come to him. He turned his head away, "You must think I'm low on the evolutionary ladder." He said, still concentrating on his wound.
Chris stood with his arms crossed over his chest. "No I don't."
Gith turned back to Chris."A minor horned demon, a lesser slime devil, or some other common fiend with no power." He said, assuming Chris' thoughts.
"I have the greatest respect for your power." Chris replied as he stepped forward, walking past him.
It angered Gith that Chris seemed to speak so highly of him. Why would he hand over the Charmed Ones? He was their white lighter after all. He tossed his bloody clothe aside, ignoring his wound. "Then don't insult me. White lighters don't kill their charges." He said angrily.
Chris turned to Gith. "Well, I'm not your typical white lighter. I came from the future because I needed the power of the Charmed Ones." Chris explained.
"To do what?" He demanded to know.
"None of your concern." Chris replied, turning his head away from him. His gaze fell upon a candle and the flame flickered in his eyes. "All you need to know is that they're drifting apart."
"How do you mean drifting apart?" He asked curiously.
Chris examined a few of the items on the stone table in the middle of the room. "They're putting their desires before their duties and that makes them useless to me." Chris explained.
Gith was still a bit leery of Chris intentions, but at the mere mention of desires, excitement filled him. "You said desires?"
"You caught that huh? That is what you feed off of right?" Chris replied. "Though I never understood how one could eat a desire."
Gith stormed away angry, as if it was obvious why one could eat a desire. "Do you know how much energy is contained in an unfulfilled desire?" He turned back to Chris. "People spend their whole lives wanting something, usually never getting it. I feed off of that energy."
Chris approached Gith. "Just think of how much power the Charmed Ones pack."
His eyes got big. "You know their desires?" Gith asked with excitement.
"It's all right here." Chris pulled a paper from his pocket. He waved it in front of Gith, just out of his reach. "With this, no messy vortexes. You can bring them into your world within the comfort of your own cave."
Gith felt like a child, finally able to get the paper form Chris. He walked over to what looked to be some sort of well. It was a portal to view into the worlds he sent his victims to. "They'll die you know, victims of their own desires." He informed Chris. "Is that what you want?"
With his back to him, Chris took the opportunity to reach for something of Gith's. He grabbed the clothe from the table that had Gith's blood on it and quickly put it into his pocket. "I'm counting on it. Why else would I offer to help?" Chris paused. "So, good luck and for the sake of both our lives, don't screw this up."
Before Gith could reply to his last words, Chris orbed out from the cave. He was headed back to the manor. Chris had certainly wanted to teach the sisters a lesson, but by no means did he want them to die. He had to make a vanquishing potion, so he could destroy Gith before his worlds could kill the sisters.
He appeared in the attic and immediately pulled the bloody clothe out of his pocket. He set it on a table in the middle of the room, next to a small cauldron. He walked out of the attic and down to the kitchen, to wrangle up a few ingredients that he needed.
Chris stood over the cauldron now and was putting an ingredient into it. The book of shadows sat in front of him, the potion written on the page. He had looked in the book to make sure he had just the right ingredients.
Chris stood, totally oblivious to the world around him. Leo orbed in, forming directly in front of Chris. "We need to talk." He demanded.
Chris didn't even look up at him when he replied. "Sorry not now." He was too focused on the potion, too focused on vanquishing Gith in time. He didn't want to deal with Leo anyways.
Leo stepped forward, angered as he spoke. "Yes, now." He demanded again. He held his hand out, revealing a Valkyrie pendant. "Look familiar?"
Of course it had looked familiar to him. Chris had given Valkyrie pendants to each sister when they went to Valhalla to rescue Leo from the island. The Valkyries that lived in the island refused to tolerate outsiders. In order for the sisters to be able to breach the security on the island, to walk amongst the other Valkyries, they had to look the part. They had to be Valkyries. When the sisters placed the pendants on themselves, they were transformed in to the ancient mythical beings and were able to walk amongst those on the island.
Chris looked up at the pendant and shook his head. "I don't have time for this." He refocused himself on the potion.
"You had time to kill a Valkyrie." Leo stated. That was the only way Chris would have been able to get the pendant. He slammed his hand down on the table. "White lighters don't kill or did you not read the manual?"
Chris had, in fact, killed for the pendant. In the future it would have pained him to take a life like that. It was something his brother had done on many occasions, something he hated his brother for doing. Now that he was in the past and so much was at stake, he had no choice but to put his feelings aside and do what needed to be done to protect his future. It had seemed so effortless when he killed her, but that was merely because he was concealing his emotions.
When Leo was in Valhalla, he had killed Valkyries as well. He was in a different situation though. He had no choice in what he did. Still, Chris brought it up and spoke of it. "But it's alright for an Elder? You had Valkyrie blood on your hands too."
Leo tried to defend himself. "Fighting to protect the sisters. You hunted a Valkyrie to steal her magic."
Chris turned from Leo for a moment, thinking of what to say. He turned back. "Oh, and you saw me do it?" He asked slightly annoyed. He wished the conversation had been over already.
Leo held up the pendant again. "Face it, Chris, I got you this time. This is enough to get your white lighter status stripped and your soul sent back down to earth for recycling." Leo explained.
"You do what you have to do." Chris said, not really caring. He added another ingredient to the potion.
"I already did. I arranged a hearing with the Elders tonight. I expect this to be your last day as a white lighter." Leo admitted.
Chris was worried for a moment, but he pushed the feeling away. "That may be." He grabbed a baster and sucked up some of his potion so he could fill it in a bottle. "Excuse me." He said, trying to get Leo out of the picture so he could focus on helping the sisters.
Leo looked at Chris curiously and then his eyes fell to the potion. "Why are you making a vanquishing potion?" He asked.
He turned from Leo, placing a stopper on the bottle. "For the sisters." He exclaimed.
"Why aren't they making it?" Leo wondered.
"Because, they're busy." Chris answered.
There was something suspicious about the way Chris was acting and talking. Leo closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sisters. He could usually sense them, but now, he couldn't sense a thing from them. "I can't sense them." Leo said as worry washed over him.
Chris turned to Leo, trying to assure him. "Don't worry, I'm on it."
That only seemed to make Leo worry even more. "If I can't sense them, that means they aren't in this world." Leo argued.
Angered, Chris defended himself. "I said I'm on it." He shouted, walking around the table.
Leo put his arm out in front of Chris, stopping him in his tracks. "Where are you going?" He demanded to know.
"To bring them back, now lay off." He replied, still trying to reassure Leo.
Leo was angered and nothing was going to reassure him at that point. "Until I find out what's going on, I'm not going to let you out of my sight." He said, not trusting a word Chris was saying.
"You don't trust me. Fine, I get it. But get this, if I don't show up where I'm supposed to be alone, they'll die." Chris snapped at Leo. "Your call."
Leo stared at Chris, fury boiling inside of him. He said nothing though, for fear that Chris may have been telling the truth. Chris took the moment to orb out of the attic, hoping he wasn't too late to save the sisters.
"I don't understand." Chris had heard Gith saying as he formed in his lair.
He glanced at the worlds playing out in the well near Gith. "Something wrong?" He asked curiously.
"The boyfriend took the bullet." He screamed, throwing his hand out to indicate which world he was concerned about. "It was meant for the witch."
Chris walked to Gith, trying not to let his anger show. "You tried to kill one of them already?"
"I create worlds, I don't control them." Gith explained. "They work in their own way, in their own time. This is the first time a victim has ever escaped a direct attempt on their life."
"Yeah, well, they're pretty good aren't they?" Chris said, speaking of the sisters. He had wondered if they were able to catch on to the fact that they were in their own little worlds yet. They were smart and would surely catch on eventually.
"It's ok." Gith said with confidence as he walked across the cave, his back to Chris. "Their worlds will kill them eventually. After all, that is what you desire, isn't it?"
"Actually..." Chris started to say as his hand raised with the vanquishing potion in it. He had never intended to let the sisters die, but there was something he never took into account. He didn't realize that Gith would see into his own desires, see that he never wanted to harm the sisters, but to merely teach them a lesson.
Before he could release the potion and vanquish Gith, he caught the sight of an arrow coming at him. It had happened too quickly and Chris could not avoid it. It struck him in the left side of his stomach, causing immediate pain. The poison began to surge through him and he fell to the the ground. It was a dark lighter arrow and Gith walked towards Chris with a dark lighter bow at his side.
The potion slipped from his hand and slid away from him. He grasped at the arrow in his stomach, wishing he could be rid of the pain. "I could sense your desires from the beginning." Gith admitted. "You never wanted to kill your charges." Chris started coughing and his breathing grew heavy. He lifted his head to confirm that it was a dark lighter arrow in him. The poison was weakening him and he was losing focus. Gith stepped forward, crushing the vanquishing potion.
Wyatt was pacing his highrise apartment quite furiously. The storms had been raging on for weeks on end, barely giving the city a moment of peace. Aside from the storms, there had even been several earth quakes through out the city. It seemed as if things in the world were changing, things that Wyatt had no control over.
Bellock stood by the balcony door, watching the storm thrashing about over the city. He took a crunchy bite of an green apple. "You know as much as I do, that the world is changing, sire." He said, turning to face his leader. "Your brother is changing things, altering the future."
"No, that's impossible." Wyatt argued, though he knew it had to be what was happening. It was the only explanation. He didn't want to believe that his brother was actually able to change anything. "I knew I should have gone after him." It was what he had intended on doing, but after his brother went to the past, the resistance started growing and fighting back more frequently. They had taken out many of Wyatt's demons, taken back a few parts of the city. Wyatt couldn't afford to leave his throne with the resistance getting more powerful as the days went on. He had stayed to keep things in order.
Now that the world was changing before him, he began to wonder if Chris could really save him. He didn't think he needed saving, but what if something did make him the way that he was? What if someone had turned him evil as Chris had thought? Would he start changing with the rest of the world, as his brother altered the past?
"No, sire." Bellock replied. "If you would have left, you could have lost all that you had worked so hard to obtain. Someone would have taken your throne from you."
"None of this matters without my brother. I did this for him." Wyatt yelled. "For us. I just want my brother..." He stopped mid sentence. A strange feeling filled him. Bellock looked at him curiously, waiting for him to finish. "Ah." Wyatt screamed out in pain. His hands immediately went to his stomach.
"What's wrong, sire?" Bellock asked. He reached out to support him.
Wyatt regained his composure and stood straight, moving his hands from his stomach. His face turned pale and he walked over to the couch, sitting down with a look of pure fear in his eyes. Bellock had seen many emotions escape Wyatt over the years, despite trying to keep them locked away. He had never seen fear in his eyes though. "Chris, Chris is hurt." Wyatt said, barely able to get the words out. "I have to save him." He jumped up from the couch and walked over to the book of shadows, opening it. He started frantically flipping through the pages.
"No, he did this to himself. You don't have to save him." Bellock replied, trying to knock some common sense into Wyatt. He was starting to let his emotions control his actions and it would do no good to anyone if Wyatt continued like that. "You can't just leave."
"It's my fault he's in the past. He did this because of me." Wyatt snapped at Bellock. "He's hurt pretty bad and I can feel it. He may be in the past, but our stupid brotherly bond still remains. He's been blocking me out since he left, but I can feel him now."
Bellock had remembered learning of their brotherly bond. It was very strong when they were children, when they were closer to one another. As they drifted apart, the bond began to weaken. It never did go away though.
The bond was merely a tool in which the brothers could use to sense each other, to know if the other was ever in harm or not. Sometimes they could even sense what the other was thinking and speak with each other telepathically. That part of the bond had been especially weakened since they had drifted apart, mainly because neither brother had the need to use it anymore.
For the most part, both brothers focused on putting up barriers against the other, to keep them from using the bond to sense one another. Wyatt could sense Chris clear as day now and it was not good. Wyatt couldn't remember the last time he had felt that much physical pain.
Bellock reached an arm up, pulling at Wyatt's shoulder, trying to stop him. "I can't let you do this, sire." He said, as he pulled Wyatt away from the book.
Wyatt staggered back a few steps and turned, grabbing at Bellock's arm. He twisted it around, causing the demon to wince in pain. He let go of the arm and shoved his hands into Bellock's chest, pushing him down onto the floor. "Don't touch me." He turned back to the book and continued flipping it's pages, trying to find the spell Chris had used to go back in time. He felt another sting of pain and merely pushed the feeling aside.
Bellock made his way back to his feet. "You're being foolish, you must stop this." He shouted, only making his leader more angry.
Wyatt turned back to Bellock, waving his arm out slowly. Flames began to engulf the demon. Screams emerged from him and he fell to his knees. Wyatt waved his hand back in the opposite direction and the flames stopped. "Get the hell out of here." He demanded. Bellock stood frozen. "Now." Wyatt shouted furiously. Bellock shimmered out immediately, grateful to still have his life.
Wyatt turned back to the book of shadows. He looked down at the page and smiled. He had found the spell his brother had used, at least, he had assumed it was the spell he had used. It was the only spell that would guarantee that Chris would keep his powers once he was in the past. There was no way that his brother would even consider going into the past unless he was able to keep his powers.
Wyatt reached below the book, into a drawer of the cabinet. He pulled out a small notepad and began to write the spell on it. He turned to the table and sat at it, trying to work on a completely new spell, one that could bring him back to the future once he had a hold of his brother. That's when he remembered that there was already one in the book of shadows. It was a spell that his great grandmother had written when the sisters had traveled into the past and needed to get back to the future.
Once he had finished writing the spells, he rose from his chair and turned back to the cabinet. He placed his hand over the book of shadows and started reciting a spell. "Wanted by foes in this night, I cloak this book with witch's light and keep it hidden from their sight." He waved his hand over the book and it transformed into another book, a complete collection of Edgar Alan Poe's tales and poems. That was his favorite writer. He grabbed the book and walked into his bedroom. A shelf stood to the left of his bed and he placed the book on it, hiding it in plain site amongst the other books in his collection. He could not risk leaving the book of shadows out in the open while he journeyed into the past.
Once the book was securely cloaked, he orbed to the manor with the spells in hand. He was ready to venture back in time, to a place where his mother and aunts were still alive, where his father was still there for them. He would have to control himself though, control his emotions. He couldn't afford to grow attached to his family's presence. He had to simply get Chris and return to the future.
Even though months had passed since his brother had left, the triquetra remained on the wall of the attic. Wyatt hadn't had the time to remove it or to get one of his demons to remove it. He stood in the attic, staring at the wall with a blank expression on his face. He held the paper out in front of him as he read the spell. "Hear these words, hear my rhyme, heed the hope within my mind. Send my back to where I'll find what I wish in place and time." The words slowly came out of him and when he was finished, the triquetra glowed as the time portal opened.
Wyatt took a deep breathe and then, he walked slowly into the time portal.
Wyatt stepped out of the time portal, letting it close behind him. He glanced around the attic. Not much had changed, except for one major detail. The book of shadows rested on it's podium, right where it had belonged.
Wyatt walked across the attic, careful not to get to close to the book of shadows. More than likely, it would deem him evil and protect itself from him. In the future, the book had grown with him, changed with him. It didn't shield itself from Wyatt, but merely from foes, good or evil. Here in the past, the book hadn't changed yet and could easily repel against him.
He walked passed the book to the big windows behind it. He looked out over the world. It was covered in darkness, but the sky seemed clear and the moon hung high, dimly lighting the world. The city was standing tall, unharmed by Wyatt's wrath.
Wyatt closed his eyes and began to focus, clearing all the thoughts from his mind. He was trying to sense his brother. He wasn't sure how many days had passed since Chris' injury, but he knew he had to find him quickly. The sooner he found his brother, the sooner they could go back to where they belonged.
Chris walked through a crowd of people at P3. He saw the girls sitting at the bar, trying to enjoy themselves for the evening. Phoebe let out a soft laugh at whatever it was Piper had just said to her. As he walked passed them he asked. "What are you guys talking about?" He paused mid step for a moment, awaiting an answer.
"Stuff." Phoebe declared, not really telling him what they were talking about.
He turned to walk away from the sisters when Paige caught his attention. "Hey, where are you going?" She asked curiously.
He looked back at the sisters. "I gotta go work on something." He said, knowing he couldn't really mention anything about demons in a club full of people.
Phoebe, sitting in between her sisters, leaned forward to get a better look at him. "Why don't you relax and come have a drink with us?" She asked him.
"Thanks," He replied. He didn't have time to relax though. "But I didn't come here to relax." He turned from the sisters and walked towards one of the back rooms of the club. There was a couch in the room and Chris slept there on many occasion, when he could sleep anyways. He had some papers in the back room that had pertained to a certain demon, a demon that may have been the one to change Wyatt.
He opened the door to the room, closing it behind him. Black orbs filled the room in front of him. He took a few steps back as the orbs formed into his brother. He could barely believe that his older brother was standing before him, couldn't believe that he had traveled all the way to the past.
"Hello, Christopher." Wyatt said calmly. He grabbed his younger brother by the shirt and pushed him up against a metal cabinet that stood in the room. His other hand formed an energy ball. "I think it's time for you to come home." He was just about to orb out with his brother, when he heard someone messing with the door.
Piper pushed open the door and started walking in the room, hoping to do a little reasoning with Chris. "You know all work and no..." She said calmly, but changed mid-sentence when she saw someone looming over him with an energy ball in hand. "Hey." She shouted. Her hands thrust up and outward, trying to blow up the attacker.
Wyatt staggered for a moment and stared at his mother. Then, his energy ball dissolved and he orbed from the club without his brother in tow.
Chris slumped forward a little, trying to regain his composure. "What the hell was that?" She asked curiously. She had never seen that demon before though he could have been a warlock. Whatever it was, it was strong, because her power had barely affected him. She approached Chris and put a hand on his shoulder. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I think so." He lied. Of course he wasn't ok. His brother had come to the past, apparently dead set on bringing him back to the future.
"Who was he, what was he?" She asked, thinking that Chris might know.
He lied again. Lies had seemed to come easy to him since he had been in the past. "I don't know."
"Oh, I have a bad feeling about this." Piper said, taking her hand away from Chris. She turned from him. "We should get home and see if that thing is in the book." She started walking out of the room to inform her sisters about what had just happened.
Chris knew she wasn't going to find anything in the book of shadows, but he wasn't in the mood to argue with her. He simply followed her out and listened as she tried to explain to her sisters the events that had unfolded in the back room. They all decided to head back to the manor immediately so they could focus on identifying Chris' attacker.
"Ok, so he was tall, dressed in all black, with blonde curly hair?" Paige asked, just trying to double check what Piper had told her about the attacker. She was standing in front of the book of shadows, trying to find anything about the culprit.
"Yeah." She said, sitting on the old couch to one side of Paige. Her legs were crossed. "Wouldn't you say that's about right?" She asked Chris for his confirmation.
He sat on an arm of the couch. He looked up at Paige. "Yeah that's what he looked like, I guess." He replied, somewhat reluctantly.
Phoebe was standing in front of everyone, pacing the attic. She stopped to make a quick glance at Chris. She had a feeling that he wasn't sharing everything he knew about his attacker. She wished that she could get a read on him, but her empathy power had never seemed to work on him."So you have never seen him before?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"No and he didn't hurt me, so I don't know why you are bothering with all of this." Chris said, feeling annoyed.
Paige turned to him. "But he could have hurt you and he could try again." She turned back to the book.
"I can take care of myself guys, you don't need to worry about..." He was cut off.
"It didn't look like you were taking care of yourself. If I had been a second later, he would have hit you with that energy ball." Piper said.
"He could have killed you." Phoebe added in.
"But he didn't. So can we just forget this?" Chris pleaded. In most cases, he would have thought that Wyatt wouldn't hesitate to hurt him, to waste him with an energy ball or one his many other powers. This encounter was different though. He was sure Wyatt wanted him in one piece so he could take him back to the future. He didn't need the sisters dealing with an evil, adult Wyatt.
"And why is that?" Paige asked curiously. "Why didn't he kill you?"
"I don't know." Chris lied. He rose from the couch. "I'm gonna go get some sleep, just call me if you need me." He started to walk towards the attic door, dead set on leaving and ending the conversation.
"Wait, you can't just..." Phoebe stopped mid-sentence as Chris merely ignore her and orbed out. "What are we supposed to do with him? He's impossible."
"I don't know, but this guy, demon...whatever he is, he's not in the book." Paige said, pulling the book closed.
There will be more to come soon. If you don't like how I've taken some parts directly from the season that is fine by me, but it's too late for me to change anything. As I said before, most of this story is already written and posted elsewhere, so it's kind of late to be changing things. I hope you enjoy though.