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"Nothing, really," said Piper indifferently.
Leo sighed and pointed at adult Wyatt, "Who is that?"
"Oh, it's just Wyatt," Phoebe shrugged.
Elder's jaw dropped open in disbelief. "What?" he yelled.
"Shut up!" the Source growled quietly, glaring at him. Piper and Phoebe joined the glare, shushing the Elder.
"What?" asked Leo, considerably quietly and frowned at Chris. "Is he alright?"
"He's fine," Wyatt rolled his eyes. Seriously, will they get the same questions over and over again from each member of their family?
"Why you two are..." Leo waved his hand between two brothers.
The Source smirked, bringing Chris closer to him. "What?" he drawled, "Can't I hug my boyfriend?"
Leo's mouth dropped open in disbelief again.
"Oh this is sooo cute!" Phoebe jumped happily and walked to the door. "I'll get the camera."
"Oh God," Wyatt muttered under his breath in horror.
"I'll go to make a dinner," said Piper, handing the baby to the stunned Elder. "Then we'll discuss your problem with powers."
"Wha...?" Leo suffered from information overload. He nearly dropped little Wyatt, as he forgot that he was even holding him now.
"Be careful, will you?" the Source glared at him. "And why you're an Elder already?"
"What?" asked Leo.
"You weren't supposed to be one for, hmm, two or three years yet."
"Oh, well," Leo shrugged, regaining his possibility to think. "Chris made me one, when Titans attacked." The Elder glared at sleeping Whitelighter, "And then he banished me to Valhalla."
Wyatt looked at his father in surprise and then started to laugh, "Valhalla, ha! That's a good one!"
"That's not funny," the Elder grumbled.
"It is!" the Source insisted. "But you know, the hell would've suited you more, so I guess you get off easily."
"How can you say that?" Leo scolded him.
"I'm the Source," Wyatt smirked and lowered his voice, "But don't tell anyone that, especially Chris. He'll probably kill me on the spot."
Leo stared at his adult son, trying to figure out if he was joking or being serious. Wyatt chuckled, feeling Elder's inner conflict. My God, they were so oblivious. For Leo, though, that settled it. Wyatt was definitely joking.
"Picture time!" Phoebe bounced back into the attic with camera in her hands.
Wyatt gave long, suffering sigh. Chris will definitely kill him.
An hour, a handful of pictures and tons of meaningless questions later Piper called them for a dinner. Wyatt carefully woke up his brother, regretting it as he saw, that the Whitelighter was barely conscious and stumbled almost at every step. But the kid had to eat something. Rolling his eyes and cursing himself for being so considerate, he blamed all that on this damn empathy, the Source orbed them straight to the kitchen. Paige was already there to greet them with a smile, but she didn't ask anything, so he figured, that his mother filled her in already. The dinner was peaceful. They chatted about stuff and even Chris supplied a few words. After that they moved to the living room. Wyatt took the sofa, bringing Chris down with him, still determined to play his game. The Whitelighter didn't complain, just settled again against his brother and went back to sleep. Leo and Piper with little Wyatt sat down opposite them. Phoebe and Paige flanked them from both sides. The middle sister had notepad in her hand and was writing something.
"You're taking notes?" Wyatt smirked.
"I'm writing the spell," Phoebe smiled. "You can tell us when you lost your powers."
"Well," the Source thought for a moment. "It was after..." he trailed off. How he didn't think of that before? "Stop writing the spell, it won't work. I know what happened."