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"What do you mean, Lord Wyatt isn't here?" the demon stared at his subordinate.
"He just disappeared," the lower ranked demon shrugged. "No one can find him."
"Have you checked his private quarters?" the demon asked hopefully. He really wanted to deliver the news about destroying one of the Resistance stronghold personally.
"We looked everywhere," the other demon replied a bit irritated.
"Well, then start again, more thoroughly," the demon commanded. "We can't rest until we find him." He smirked, "At least for another few hours."
Demons separated all of the captured members of the Resistance and shimmered them one by one to the dungeons, where they locked them in the cells. Somehow, there always was an empty cell waiting for it's new owner, despite the fact, that over the years the demons caught far too many people to fit in.
"Benny are you here?" Egon asked from his cell in the dungeons.
"Yeah," he heard a weak voice of his friend from the cell not far from his. "What are they going to do now?"
"I don't know," Egon lied. He had some ideas, but there was no point in scaring Benny even more. "We'll get out of here, so don't worry too much about it."
"Fantastic!" Benny snorted. "How are you going to do that?"
"I'll think of something."
"I don't know," Wyatt sighed, carding fingers through his hair. "I can't exactly go back there now, can I?"
"You probably would be fine for a while, but..." Chris trailed off.
"That's what I meant," the Source sent him a glare.
"Not that I want to send you back, but why can't you go back?" asked Piper, getting over her initial shock, after admitting that her son might be not so good after all.
Wyatt looked at her, annoyed. "Because I ended with his empathy," he pointed at his brother, "and it would have killed me in the end."
"I see," the Charmed One answered, remembering what the power of empathy done to her sister, Prue. She started to worry for her son.
Wyatt groaned, massaging his temples, "Did you take a blocking potion?"
"She has, but you know that it never worked for me," said Chris.
"Damn power," Wyatt mumbled. "Can't you do something?"
"Maybe," the Whitelighter walked to him, "but you must drop the block on the link."
The Source looked at him startled. "Are you serious? If I'll drop the block I'll probably kill you on the spot, channeling hers emotions."
"Not the block on empathy," Chris explained patiently. "Just the link." Wyatt mumbled something. "Sorry, what was that?"
"I said," Wyatt sighed. "That I can't separate it."
The Whitelighter stared at him for a minute, not believing in what he was hearing. And then it hit him. Wyatt never had the empathy, and the time when he used it was through their bond. So naturally he couldn't really put a block on this power properly.
"What link?" asked Piper curiously.
"The bond between us," Wyatt replied at the same time as Chris shouted his "Future consequences."
"What bond?" the Charmed One ignored her Whitelighter and focused solely on her adult son.
Wyatt narrowed his eyes at her, feeling her frustration and pure curiosity and then laughed. "You don't know."
"I don't know what?" Piper was slowly starting to be fed up with all of this.
Chris looked at his older brother pleadingly. Wyatt felt almost bad for him, feeling deep sadness and longing from him. The Whitelighter was also terrified of her reaction.
"Please, don't do that," the Source said quietly, wrapping his arms around his brother, partly because he couldn't stand him being like this, partly channeling Chris's needs through empathy.
"I'm sorry," Chris tried to jump away from him realizing that Wyatt channeled his emotions, but Wyatt didn't let go of him.
"I meant you being sad," the Source chuckled softly.
"Oh," the Whitelighter smiled slightly.
"What the hell is going on?" Piper demanded.