So this is the last chapter of this story. Not something I was hoping I came up with, but it's better than nothing and leaving the story unfinished.
Velocity12 – Yeah I like it :) I don't think I'll be a good Source :P I'm too good for that xD Sorry, sorry, soooo sorry, I'll try my best to update other stories.
Meyli Vaisyl – Oh well, a girl can dream xD Thanks. And I'm sorry again.
Thanks for the reviews and your patience! (Hah! I'm deluding myself, I know xD)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Charmed and it's characters
They didn't need to be told twice. The group hurriedly filed out through the secret entrance. Chris, Wyatt, Benny and Egon trailed behind them some distance away for privacy. The later two keeping their distance from the Source also.
"So," Chris started conversationally. "What happened to you?"
"It was an accident," Egon said quickly.
"An accident," Benny echoed, nodding vigorously.
"What accident?" Wyatt growled, resigned to the fact, that he had another boring hour ahead of him. Both Resistance members backed away from him more, nervously glancing at their leader, seeking assurance, that he protect them just in case. But Chris seemed just to be amused.
"Well, magical, obviously," Egon answered nervously, hoping they won't go into details.
"The Glove didn't work," Benny muttered almost at the same time, making the brothers stop and stare at him.
"Benny!" Egon hissed.
"You used the Power Stealing Glove?" Wyatt was first to speak and if look could kill the two would drop dead right then and there.
"Well, yeah, " the artifact expert agreed shrinking back from the glare and oblivious to his panicking friend. "But it didn't work and then we discovered we're in each other bodies."
"Where is the Glove now?" asked Chris.
"Should be still in my room," Benny answered. "If the demons didn't take it back."
"I really doubt that," the Source muttered. "Those incompetent fools."
"And whose powers did you want to steal?" the Whitelighter added, reigning in his amusement since he had a good idea what his two friends were up to. But to see them squirm and Wyatt's raging was too good opportunity to let it pass. The Source threw him a look, clearly stating he knew what he was doing and then smirked at the suddenly pale duo.
"W-we were... w-we..." Benny stammered. Egon opened and closed his mouth, trying to say something, but nothing come out. Then he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the brothers.
"You know anyway," he groaned. Chris laughed.
"So," Egon ventured as Benny came back, holding the Glove. "Are you sure he'll get what we need?"
Later that day, after some arguing, ranting and lecture of handling a dangerous artifacts the four of them agreed to perform a ritual to reverse the effect of the Misfortune Glove on them in the former Resistance hideout.
"He will," Chris answered, looking through the Book of Shadows Wyatt reluctantly left him to get the needed ingredients. He couldn't help it. Maybe in this version he'll find something to clue him who is after little Wyatt.
"Stop that," the Source snapped orbing in.
"You have everything?" asked the Whitelighter not looking up.
"Yes," Wyatt walked over and took the Book from his little brother and placing it on the table. "Let's get on with this."
They stood in the circle.
"So now we need to do this..." started Benny.
"Let Chris handle the Glove when we're be doing it," the Source ordered.
"What?" the artifact expert stared blankly at him.
"He's the only one here with 'good' intentions," Wyatt pointed out. "And I don't want to make things worse. If they get worse I just might kill you."
"Oh, right," Benny quickly handed the artifact to his leader. Chris shoot a disapproving glare at his brother, who just shrugged.
When everything was said and done Benny and Egon sighed in relief finding themselves in their own bodies. Chris, feeling his empathy kicking in, hurriedly blocked it off and withdrew from the connection he had with Wyatt. Not that the Source noticed anyway. He was busy checking if he had his powers back and after trashing some part of the room he left without a word.
"What?" Egon looked at his leader in surprise. "He just let us go?"
"Maybe," Chris shrugged and picked Book of Shadows from the table. "Take this and get out of here. Hide it well and stay low for a while just in case."
"And where are you going?" asked Benny, taking the Book and clutching it protectively.
The Whitelighter grinned, "Back to the past."
Wyatt flamed directly into his meeting room, with intention to call his demons and take care of the traitors. But found himself in the middle of a meeting said demons. Good. One thing less to do.
"How dare you..." demanded the Demon at the head of the table, at his place, his second in command. Former. The Demon didn't finish his sentence as the blast of Wyatt's power turned him into ash.
"Now," the Source glared around. "Someone else wants to take my position?"
The demons instantly jumped to assure him of their loyalty and offering apologies. He killed a few more for good measure and, remembering about Chris and Book of Shadows, sent the rest after them. Then he sank into his chair and groaned, annoyed. How could he forget to take the Book with him? Well, nothing he could do about that now. At least, he smirked to himself, Chris will have hard time in the past too.
Chris stepped through the portal into the attic, finding the Charmed Ones busy with making a potion for some demon.
"I'm glad you're not lazing around without me," he smirked.
Piper smiled from the stirring the potion, "Did you solve the problem?"
"Yes," the Whitelighter nodded. "What's going on?"
"Oh, nothing," Paige dismissed him with a wave. "We'll take care of it in no time."
"Yeah," Phoebe grinned at him. "After that you can tell us more about you and Wyatt."
"About me and..." Chris repeated blankly and then realization dawned. "I'm not his boyfriend!"