Another chapter for you. Hope you'll like it too. :D

The story will cover S6, 7 and 8 with my own twists set in. What you may already see in the first chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed. If I did, more Wyatt and Chris already starting from Season 6 on! ;)

Summary: Wyatt goes after Chris to the past, but both will be confronted with their painful past. And there will be more to be afraid? Will they survive with the help of their family?

11. A visit from the Angel of Death

A SILENT AREA UP THERE

A man wearing all black paced in his room. A room without any noise or color, except one. Black. The only furniture in there was a desk and now not seen a chair and a couch. Death also needs his time to sleep. Not that he needed it permanently, but well the man had been a human being once.

His work had slowed down a bit with the Charmed Ones on Earth saving innocents. So he collected souls who died at their time, their lifetime spent or people who died in accidents and more.

Ever so slowly the man walked back to his desk to look through his papers. Yes, he had a death list for every month. It made him look like an accountant, in a way he was, but death was the only the thing noone could plan. This was a common saying – both on Earth and Up There. And also in the Underworld.

As he now sat at his desk looking through his papers two names caught his attention on the 'November' paper. His hand started to tremble and the man couldn't think clearly anymore. Yet these names set him in action. The Angel of Death took his own transporting way to the Halliwell Manor taking the paper with him. On it the names of Wyatt Matthew and Christopher Perry Halliwell.

MANOR

The following day Phoebe walked into the kitchen to find her family sitting around the table. Paige slurped at her mug of coffee sleepily – very sleepily. Her younger sister was still in this mood until the youngest boy used his telekinesis power to mess her up with his pudding. Chris giggled happily and laughed at Paige who wanted to strangle him for just a moment but finally smiled, too.

Piper and Leo who had been feeding their kids held their hands over the mouth to hide their laughing. Wyatt copied their action and Phoebe did the same, but nobody could scold the kid.

"OK, I came to you to tell you my decision about my job," Phoebe cleared her throat to get everyone's attention.

"Which is?" Paige asked while the parents tried not to get messed up as well from their kids. The boys were so handful and worked already just as a well-oiled machine.

The middle sister walked over to her nephews ruffling their hair what they complained with a sulking look. "I want to work again," she responded, "in this break happened so much and after all my nephews need advices from their aunt. They're so good-looking in the future!" The answer she now received was a playful shove from every member of her family.

Their happy family time was interrupted by a strangely familiar man standing in the middle of their living room. "I'm here for a special reason. The names of your kids are on my list," he said. "My point is these kids are too young for me to die." The man in black sniffled a bit and wept.

"What are you saying?" Piper demanded, taking the hand of Leo into hers. Sudden fear gripped her heart. She knew her husband felt the same.

"All I'm saying is...," he stopped shortly, "your kids will die on Christopher's first birthday in November!" He could now hear gasps from everyone. "I'm so sorry. I helped Prue then. Please don't let me take your kids at this time!" With some tears falling down he was gone again.

"What are we going to do?" Phoebe whispered suddenly afraid.

"I don't know. I don't want them dead!" Paige replied somehow afraid, but determined.

Piper and Leo couldn't react. Again their boys were in danger. Not that just the Avatars were after Chris, someone wanted them dead as well. The mother buried her face in her hands and cried her eyes out. Through her blurry eyes she saw Leo take both boys and run upstairs. With slowly steps she followed her husband to their room leaving her sisters alone thinking about this new situation.

As soon as Leo arrived in the bedroom he laid his boys on the bed. The father played with them until they fell asleep. Slowly his vision began to blur as the tears came to the surface. Just a short time ago he could have lost his youngest son by his mentor and now the Avatars are after him. Pushing him over the edge now was this last statement from the Angel of Death. Kissing both his sons' foreheads he laid beside them and slowly drifted into a peaceful slumber.

At the door Piper watched her husband interacting with their kids and then finally sleeping with a protective arm around both of them. Smiling she wanted to go into the room herself as the eldest sister felt two sets of arms around her hugging. The younger sisters of her gave the strength and new hope for the fate of her sons. Slowly they let go and Piper walked in. The woman kissed the three men in her life and fell asleep beside them as well.

THE NEXT MORNING

Piper awoke as she heard her husband crying again. Over her boys she wiped off his tears. The green eyes of his locked with her own brown.

"Don't worry, Leo. We're going to save them. No matter what!" She muttered. Her husband nodded.

"I'm afraid of the future. I've lost control over my own destiny," the man cried. His wife and sons encouraged him, yet his world was still a pile of broken glass. But he couldn't show this around the family. Phoebe would get him to talk and Paige, well, she would the same. Only Piper would support him no matter what his background was.

Nevertheless the days passed in a never ending slowliness. Phoebe and Paige had their work to distract their minds from the upcoming danger. Piper and Leo had nothing, only their boys. Seeing them the Elder drifted into a comatose state while the eldest brunette witch watched him and her boys with growing concern.

TBC ...

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