Okay, first I wanted to apologize, that it took me so long to sit and write something. Second, this chapter may be not so good as the others, since it was a while since I wrote something. But I hope that with this I'll be back on track and update my other stories as well :)

Velocity12 – You changed penname? XD Ah, I missed that xD Thanks ^^
My Alternate Reality – I liked that line too :P
Submissive Kitty – It's just an expression or you seriously think I'm a boy? XD Please don't kill me, I'm sorry :)
Miss Katrina Malfoy – Maybe, maybe not :P Hmm, I don't know that either, but since it was his idea he knew what he was getting himself into :P
Meyli Vaisyl – Ah, another person, who says I'm evil ^^ Maybe I should write shorter chapters with cliffhangers more often? xD Thanks :)
crlncyln – Yep, poor Wyatt :D Not soon, but better later than never, eh? :)

Thanks for the reviews! :)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Charmed and it's characters

"It's NOT funny!" Wyatt growled.

"I know, I know," Chris gasped between the laughs. "Still," and started laughing again.

The Source glared at him, then huffed and threw his hands up, "I want my powers back!"

"Yeah, well," the Whitelighter managed to calm down. "The base I've been in was destroyed and I haven't found anything that might help us."

"I'm sure at least a few of your Resistance members still will be in the prison," Wyatt shrugged and smiled happily. "We can question them."

"Yeah, we can, but I'll be doing the interrogation." Chris smirked. "Besides now, that you're dethroned," he started to laugh again.

"Stop it!"

"That they want to kill you as well," Chris continued. "It'll be hard to get to the prison."

Wyatt sent him an disbelieving look, "And this is saying the person, who constantly snuck into my dungeons to free one prisoner or another."

"Oh, you know about it?" the Whitelighter smiled sheepishly.

"I know now," Wyatt smiled smugly. Having no barriers on the bond was useful. Then he frowned, "Seriously there is so little security?"

Chris just snorted and orbed to the place, where was a hidden entrance to the dungeons.

"Benny!" the hissing voice startled Benny from his napping.

"What?" he looked around, wondering what was going on. Then he remembered where he was and quickly got up and walked to the bars of his cell. "Egon! How did you..."

"We don't have time for this," the thief interrupted him, bending down and reaching his hand. "Give me your right leg."

"What?" Benny stared at him in confusion.

"Just give me your leg!" Egon repeated. "I have picklock in the shoe. It'll be far easier and quicker if I use it."

"You've got to be kidding me," Benny muttered, but placed his right leg within Egon's reach. The thief swiftly produced a picklock from the shoe and unlocked Benny's cell.

"Come on," Egon urged the artifact expert, walking to the next cell and unlocking it. Benny walked out and only now seeing, that Egon already freed some other persons and they all were quietly opening rest of the cells.

"Are we there yet?" Wyatt asked. They had been walking through the tunnel for nearly an hour and he was bored as there was nobody to torment or kill besides his brother. But he already promised himself not to hurt him, so he was out of option.

Chris sighed in exasperation. "We're close, so be careful from now on."

"Finally."

"What do we do now?" Benny asked, when all the prisoners were free and gathered in one group to make a plan of escape.

"There's hidden entrance to the dungeons," said Egon. "Chris used it to get in and out. But I don't know where it is."

"I might know," said some prisoner. "I went there with him once. I think I can get there."

"Good," Egon said. "Lead the way then."

The group quickly and quietly followed the leading Resistance member. Once they made a wrong turn and reached the dead end of the dungeons, but eventually they found, what they were looking for. It helped, that they could heard two arguing persons from, what it seemed at the first sight, the wall, which turned out to be an illusion hiding the entrance when said persons walked through.

"Chris!" Benny exclaimed, stunned at seeing their leader here.

"Benny," the Whitelighter smiled at Benny's body.

"Um," Egon shifted uncomfortably. "I'm Egon," he pointed at his body. "That's Benny."

"Huh," Chris looked at them curiously. "What happened?"

"It's a long story," the artifact expert sighed. "Let's get out of here first."

"I can't believe it," Wyatt muttered, eying the crowd. "All of my prisoners are escaping!"

Everyone's attention suddenly focused on the Source. There were a few shouts of surprise, fear and anger and the gathering started to divide in groups, ready to flee.

"It's alright," Chris said loudly, so everyone could hear him. He dragged his brother away from the exit. "He won't do anything. You can go that way."

The prisoners eyed them distrustfully, not moving to the entrance and not running away either.

"Go on," Wyatt waved at them, rolling his eyes. "Before I change my mind."