Chapter Six
Chris and Wyatt opened the door to the attic, heading for the Book of Shadows once again. It looked pretty much the same as it had when their family had found it in the attic. Chris opened it and flipped to the back.
"It's written by Grandpa," said Chris. "He says they were killed only two months after they became witches."
"They were?" asked Wyatt. "Next thing you know, they'll be trying to kill them when they're children."
"Come on, let's go," said Chris. "You distract them."
"Got it," said Wyatt.
They recited their spell again, and the pink glow appeared. The room changed, and they rushed down the stairs. When they reached the bottom, they heard voices from the kitchen. They approached the kitchen, standing at the doorway and listening.
"Just got done dodging Leo's questions about her," said Piper. "That was close."
"Too close," said Prue.
Chris and Wyatt looked at each other, stunned. They had never met their deceased aunt before.
"The question is, who is she?" asked Prue.
"And what does she want?" said Piper.
"Let us not forget Aviva found Kit," said Phoebe.
"Yeah, she's probably the one who stole the cat in the first place," said Prue.
"Hello," said Phoebe. "Paranoia check."
There were footsteps back into the kitchen. Apparently, they had been in the laundry room.
"Phoebe, for all we know, she's a warlock," said Prue.
"She can't be," said Piper. "She didn't freeze."
"Besides, she said she was a witch," said Phoebe.
"Okay, a bad witch maybe," said Prue.
"Yeah, a bad witch with a really cool power," said Phoebe. "Better than mine, that's for sure."
"Why are you so quick to defend her?" asked Prue.
"Why are you so quick to condemn her?" asked Phoebe.
"If she is a witch, a good witch, then it might be kind of cool, considering she's the first one we've run across," said Piper.
"Exactly," said Phoebe.
Chris took that moment to step into the kitchen, Wyatt following him.
"And definitely not the last," said Chris.
Piper, Phoebe and Prue all spun towards them. Piper flung her hands up in surprise, but, of course, nothing happened. The sisters stood still for a moment.
"It's not working, guys," muttered Piper to her sisters.
"That's because we're witches, too," said Wyatt.
Prue rolled her eyes. "Great. More witches."
"Oh, it's okay," said Chris. "You can trust us. We're not like Aviva."
"And they know her," said Prue.
"That's because we're from the future," said Wyatt.
The sisters stared at him.
"Say that again?" said Phoebe.
"We're from the future," said Chris. "We've come to help you."
"Help us?" said Piper. "Help us with what?"
"Wait, you're actually gonna believe them?" asked Prue, glaring at Piper.
"Why not?" asked Piper.
"Some strangers waltz right into our house and say they're witches from the future?" said Prue. "They're lying! They're probably demons!"
"Then why didn't they freeze?" said Piper.
"Maybe an amulet or spell to block our magic, I don't know!" said Prue.
"Prue, it's all right," said Wyatt. "You don't have to be afraid of us."
"I'm not afraid of you," said Prue. "I'm being cautious."
"Because you have to watch out for your younger sisters," said Chris.
Prue stared at them. "Okay, just get out. We don't want to hear whatever it is you're trying to sell us."
"I'm telling you," said Chris. "We're the good guys."
"Well, I'm not buying it, so—" began Prue. In her excitement, she knocked the basket of laundry off the table.
Chris casually flicked his hand forward, freezing the basket in midair. The three sisters stared at the basket and then looked up at Chris.
"How do you have that power?" asked Piper. "Only a Charmed One can have that power."
"Or the child of a Charmed One," said Chris.
Prue frowned. "Okay, so not only do you claim to be from the future, but you're saying you're the kids of one of us?"
"Yep," said Chris.
"Chris, what are you doing?" Wyatt muttered, grabbing Chris' arm.
"Relax, they'll never trust us if we don't tell them," said Chris. "Leo can use that whitelighter memory dust on them later."
"Leo?" asked Phoebe. "What's he got to do with this?"
"You'll find out," said Chris. "Yes, we are the sons of a Charmed One." He pointed at Piper. "Her, to be exact."
Piper's eyes widened. "Wait, you're my sons?"
Wyatt sighed. "Yes. My name is Wyatt Matthew Halliwell. This is my younger brother Chris Perry Halliwell."
"I don't believe you," said Prue. "Get out of here."
"Prue, just hear them out," said Phoebe.
"Phoebe, I can't believe you're taking sides with these people," said Prue. "First Aviva, and then these two? Who knows what they really want!"
"Well, why don't we find out?" asked Phoebe. "Innocent until proven guilty."
"Phoebe, I'm not letting you talk to them!" said Prue.
In her anger, a kitchen knife flew off the kitchen island and aimed straight at Chris' head. Chris orbed out, and the knife sunk into the wall behind him. He orbed back in and looked at Prue, who was staring at him along with her sisters.
"Okay," said Chris. "One, chill out. You're, like, really tense."
"Man, Mom wasn't kidding when she said Aunt Prue used to have anger issues," said Wyatt.
"Well, it is her power's trigger," said Chris.
"What was that?" asked Piper.
"What?" asked Wyatt.
"That blue-white-light-disappearing thing," said Phoebe.
"That was called orbing," said Chris.
"How can you do that?" asked Piper. "Does that mean we'll be able to do that later?"
"No," said Wyatt. "That power comes from a whitelighter. You see, we're half-witch, half-whitelighter. Our mother," Wyatt nodded at Piper, "was a witch, and our father was a whitelighter."
"What's a whitelighter?" asked Phoebe.
"It's a guardian angel," said Chris. "Someone who dies having done good deeds in their life will be given to choice to become a whitelighter. A whitelighter is given a charge—either a witch or a future whitelighter—to protect and watch over. A whitelighter can orb, heal people, sense their charges, and several other things."
"So, do we have one of these?" asked Prue.
Wyatt smiled. "Finally believe us?"
Prue rolled her eyes. "Yes, happy?"
"Yes, you do have a whitelighter," said Chris. "And he and Piper fell in love, you got married and had us."
"So, is it someone we know?" asked Piper, eager to hear who her future husband would be.
"Yep," said Wyatt. "Leo."
The sisters' eyes widened. "Leo?" they all said together.
"Yes," said Chris. "Leo is a whitelighter and our father," he lookd at Piper, "your future husband."
"Wait a minute," said Piper. "Leo is an angel?"
"Yes," said Wyatt.
"And we get married?" asked Piper.
"Early 2001," said Wyatt.
Piper smiled at Phoebe. "Ha-ha. I won."
Chris and Wyatt smiled, remembering that, in the beginning, Piper and Phoebe had been competing for Leo.
"How do we get him here?" asked Prue.
Chris and Wyatt looked at her.
"What?" asked Chris.
"You mentioned that he can sense his charges," said Prue. "How do we get him down here?"
"You want him here?" said Wyatt.
"Yes, I need someone to confirm what you're saying," said Prue.
Wyatt and Chris looked at each other, and Chris shrugged.
"Just call his name," said Chris. "He can always hear you."
Piper closed her eyes. "Leo!" She opened her eyes and waited, but nothing happened. "Leo, we know who you are! You can come down!"
Blue and white lights appeared in front of the door to the basement, and Leo appeared, looking at the sisters.
"How'd you find out?" asked Leo.
Piper, Phoebe and Prue were staring at him, shocked that Chris and Wyatt were right. Piper pointed at the boys, and Leo looked over at them.
"And you are?" asked Leo.
"Wyatt," said Wyatt.
"Chris," Chris told him.
Leo frowned. "Never heard of you."
"They're whitelighters," said Phoebe.
"Wait, did you say Chris and Wyatt?" asked Leo. The two of them nodded.
"Leo, what is it?" asked Piper.
"That was my father's name," said Leo. "Christopher Wyatt."
Piper walked over to him. "They say they're from the future. They say that we get married and that they're our sons."
Leo frowned even more, looking up at Chris and Wyatt. "They're lying."
"Why?" asked Prue, suddenly tense again.
"'Cause it's against the rules," said Leo.
"Come again?" asked Piper.
"Whitelighters are strictly forbidden to fall in love with witches," said Leo.
"And why's that?" asked Phoebe.
Leo looked up uneasily at Chris and Wyatt, wondering if they would know. He glanced at the sisters, hesitating.
"Go ahead," said Chris. "Tell them. We were gonna use memory dust anyway, just tell them."
Leo took a deep breath, looking at Piper. "Because your mother fell in love with her whitelighter."
"She did?" asked Phoebe.
Leo nodded. "And they had a kid."
Piper's eyes widened. "You're telling me that we have another sibling out there?"
"Yes," said Leo. "That's all I know about it, though. That's the reason why our relationship would be forbidden by the Elders."
"Elders?" asked Prue.
"They're like bosses to whitelighters," said Leo. "They watch over us and give us our charges."
"And you don't know anything else about our other sibling?" asked Phoebe.
"No," said Leo.
"We do," said Wyatt.
"Well?" asked Prue.
"Her name is Paige Matthews," said Chris.
"Another 'P'," said Piper, looking at her sisters.
"She's half-witch, half-whitelighter," said Wyatt. "Just like us. She helped to reconstitute the Charmed Ones."
"What?" asked Prue.
Wyatt's eyes widened.
Chris moaned, turning towards him. "You have a real problem keeping your mouth shut, you know that?"
"Wait, what are we missing?" asked Piper.
"Reconstituted?" asked Leo, looking at Chris and Wyatt. "Did that really happen?"
Chris and Wyatt nodded, knowing Leo would know what that meant. Leo looked down at Piper.
"Leo, tell us," said Piper.
Leo sighed. "Reconstituted means that it was incomplete, and Paige made up the third Charmed One."
Phoebe frowned. "What, one of us left?"
"No," said Leo. "One of you died."
The sisters were stunned into silence.
Prue looked at the boys. "Who?"
Chris and Wyatt exchanged a glance. "We really shouldn't—"
"You said you would use memory dust, whatever that is," said Prue. "Just tell us."
Chris sighed. "You're not gonna like it."
"I don't care," said Prue.
Wyatt looked at her. "It was you."
"Me?" asked Prue. "I died?"
Chris nodded. "May 2001."
Piper, Phoebe and Prue were all very silent.
"I'm sorry," said Chris.
"So…" began Prue, taking a deep breath. "So, this Paige replaced me?"
"Well, not replaced you," said Chris. "Nothing could ever really replace you in Piper and Phoebe's lives. Paige just completed the Charmed Ones."
Prue nodded.
"So…this Paige is the reason why whitelighters and witches aren't allowed to fall in love?" asked Piper. "But then how did we…"
"Well, it wasn't easy at first," said Chris. "But, you guys managed to convince them that those two relationships—yours and then your mother's—weren't related. They finally saw reason and let you two be together."
"So…you really are our sons?" asked Leo.
"Yep," said Wyatt.
"Why are you here?" asked Phoebe.
"There are two demons from the future—our time—trying to kill you," said Chris. "They keep traveling into different moments in the past to kill you."
"And they're gonna show up now?" asked Piper.
Wyatt nodded. "Any minute now."
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Two hours later…
"I thought you said any minute now," muttered Phoebe, leaning onto the armrest of the couch she was sitting on in the living room.
"That's what we thought," said Chris, leaning against the doorway to the conservatory.
"So…" said Piper, looking coyly at the boys, "any other siblings I should know about?"
Chris and Wyatt exchanged glances, and both said, "No."
"You're lying," said Piper.
"Maybe we are, maybe we aren't," said Wyatt. "We've already shared too much."
"What about the wedding?" asked Piper. "I'll be it was a dream, right? Beautiful white dress, flowers everywhere, giant cake in the corner, the bridesmaids in pink…"
Chris and Wyatt exchanged glances again.
"Yeah, something like that," said Wyatt.
Neither he nor Chris wanted to mention the fact that Prue had ruined her perfect wedding, and they'd had to make due with an impromptu one.
"The point is, your family was there for you," said Chris. "Even Grams and your mother."
The girls stared at them.
"Mom and Grams were there?" asked Phoebe.
Wyatt nodded. "They were able to come…as spirits. Grandpa was even there."
Piper frowned. "Our grandpa or your grandpa."
"Our grandpa," said Chris. "Victor."
"Huh," said Prue. "Sounds great."
"You have got to be kidding me," said a voice from the foyer.
Everyone spun to see the two demons standing there, glaring at Chris and Wyatt.
"Haven't you given up?" said one of them.
"They're our family," said Chris. "We're not giving up anything."
The demons charged towards them, and Chris and Wyatt immediately started fighting them.
"Hey!" yelled Wyatt. He hit the demons with orbed objects, distracting them while Chris raised his hands behind them.
Chris flung his hands at them, and the two demons blew up. Chris and Wyatt waited for a moment, but they didn't reappear.
"So, they're gone?" asked Piper.
"I think so," said Wyatt.
"What was that?" asked Phoebe.
"What was what?" asked Chris.
"That exploding thing you did," said Phoebe. "Is that one of the Charmed powers?"
"Yep," said Wyatt. "Piper gets it later."
"I do?" asked Piper.
"Yeah," said Chris. "Not only can you slow molecules down, but you can speed them up to the point where things explode."
"Nice," said Phoebe. "Do I get any other cool powers?"
"Well…" said Wyatt. "It takes a while, but levitation and empathy."
"Awesome," said Phoebe. "What about Prue?"
"She can move things—" began Chris.
"I can already do that," said Prue.
"If you would let me finish…" said Chris. "You progress from using your power with your eyes, and can then use it with your hands. You can then astral project."
"Astral what?" asked Prue.
"It's when you can project your spirit to other places," said Wyatt. "Comes in real handy when you're taken some place or locked somewhere and can tell Piper or Phoebe what happened."
"Cool," said Prue. "So…what happens now?"
"Well, we need to get you guys back into the kitchen and get that memory dust to working," said Chris. "And we'll have to use it on you, Leo, too."
Leo nodded. "Okay."
They all headed back to the kitchen, but Leo stood in the dining room. Leo handed them enough memory dust for the four of them.
Piper stood at the doorway to the kitchen, looking at Leo. "So…you and me, huh?"
Leo smiled. "Looks like."
Piper looked at Chris and Wyatt. "Not easy at first, huh?"
"No," said Wyatt. "But, trust me, it'll be worth it."
"Yeah," said Piper, looking back at Leo. "I think it will be."
Leo smiled at Piper before crossing over to her, and they tenderly kissed. Piper left, walking into the kitchen, and Leo stood in the dining room.
"Do it for me first," said Leo. "Don't mention anything about what happened. Just tell me you're whitelighters from the future and that you had to use memory dust."
Chris nodded. "See you around…Dad."
Leo smiled and backed up. Chris put some dust into his hand and blew it into Leo's face. Leo's eyes fell closed, and Wyatt caught him before he fell. Chris and Wyatt watched as Leo's eyes opened once again.
Leo straightened up. "Who are you? Why am I at the manor?"
"You don't need to know," said Chris. "We're whitelighter from the future. We had to use memory dust. Don't worry, the Charmed Ones didn't discover who you are."
Leo nodded and orbed away. Chris and Wyatt walked into the kitchen to find the girls waiting for them.
"Leo good?" asked Phoebe.
"Yeah," said Wyatt. "We erased his memory. Went off without a hitch. And now you guys."
Phoebe nodded. "See you in about twenty years."
Wyatt nodded, looking at Piper. "We'll be seeing you…Mom."
Chris nodded. "Bye, Mom."
Piper hugged the both of them before heading back to her original place.
Wyatt blew the rest of the memory dust into their faces. The sisters faltered on their feet before Chris caught Phoebe, Wyatt caught Piper, and Wyatt orbed a chair under Prue. The sisters began to rouse, so Chris and Wyatt orbed out of the room and into the dining room, hidden.
"Whoa," said Piper. "You guys feel that?"
"Yeah," said Phoebe. "What was that?"
"With our luck, it's probably Aviva," said Prue.
"Oh, come on, would you lighten up on her?" asked Phoebe.
"Guys, we don't know anything about her—how she got her powers, how she found out about us," began Prue.
"She tried to tell us, but you kicked her out," said Phoebe.
"Yeah, she would have exposed us if I hadn't," said Prue.
"Prue, she's just a kid," said Phoebe. "Besides, if she's a witch, she probably feels just as alone as we do. Maybe she just needs some friends."
"Or maybe she's out to destroy us," said Prue. "It wouldn't be the first time."
"Okay," said Phoebe.
"All right, until we know who she really is, let's just steer clear, okay?" said Prue. "I'm late for work." Prue turned and headed out.
"Me, too," said Piper. She also left.
The phone rang, and Phoebe answered it.
"Hello," said Phoebe. She paused. "Aviva?" She paused again. "All right. I'll be right there."
Phoebe hung up and headed towards the front door. Chris and Wyatt orbed up to the second floor, watching from the landing as Phoebe left the house.
"Alright, are we good?" asked Chris. "Nothing else changing?"
"Only one way to find out," said Wyatt.
They both took hold of the ring.
"A time for everything and to everything its place," they recited. "Return what has been moved through time and space."
The pink glow surrounded them again, and they found themselves in the dining room.
Their mother and father sat at the dining room table, eating sandwiches. It was their actual mother and father, exactly as they remembered them.
"Are we back?" asked Wyatt, a little anxious.
"Yep," said Leo. "You made it back. It's your time again."
Chris and Wyatt breathed out a sigh of relief.
"So…" said Piper, "how'd it go?"
Wyatt and Chris looked at each other. "You wouldn't believe us if we told you."
THE END