There's a fine line between good and evil

The Golden Gate Bridge

Chris orbed in and sighed.

A Whitelighter?

Could it be even possible?

A guardian angel would never... Chris shook his head; he couldn't allow himself to see the world in black and white. If his own brother turned evil, why it would be so hard to believe that a Whitelighter could do evil? This Whitelighter probably turned his back on his duties.

He let out a smirk.

Sometimes there was a fine line between good and evil...

Unchanged future...

Two weeks had passed since Piper's death and the manor turned into a dark place.

"Where's Cole?" Phoebe asked.

Chris looked up at her with defeated eyes. "He's in his room..."

"I'll talk to him," she said, walking upstairs.

Chris frowned. He didn't forget what had happened the day his mother died. He loved his aunt, but he couldn't accept her behavior.

So he started to follow her.

He wanted to know the truth.

"Hey, Chris!" he heard his brother's voice.

"Wyatt, where were you have been?" Chris asked in concern.

Wyatt swallowed hard. "Demon haunt, of course," he said with a smirk. "Where's dad? I want to talk to him."

Chris cleared his throat. "In his room. Aunt Phoebe is here..."

Wyatt looked upstairs and nodded. "What does she want with our father?"

"Wyatt..." Chris shook his head.

"I don't want her alone with him," Wyatt said, walking upstairs.

He opened the door of his stepfather's room and found him and his aunt there. She had a hand on Cole's arm and was rubbing it soothingly.

"Wyatt," Cole muttered, stepping back. "Are you okay? We were worried about you."

"I'm fine," Wyatt answered almost harshly, looking at his aunt. "What are you doing here, in my mother's room, huh?"

"Wyatt!" Cole looked at him in disbelief.

"What are you insinuating?" Phoebe asked angrily.

Wyatt grinned. "My mother died only two weeks ago and you're already here alone with my father... I don't want you here!"

Chris looked at his brother and saw the evil in his eyes. "Wy, please..."

"It was you who should have died, not her!" Wyatt yelled at her, grabbing Phoebe by the throat.

"Wyatt, don't!" Cole said, trying to stop him.

"Wyatt, please... You're not evil!" Chris shouted.

"There's no good or evil, little brother," Wyatt said. "Only power," he added, trying to kill Phoebe.

"No!" Cole screamed, pushing Wyatt away. "She's your aunt! What's wrong with you?" he asked, putting himself in front of Phoebe.

"There's nothing wrong with me, dad. I am what I always have been, the most powerful magical being in the world..." Wyatt said.

Cole looked at his stepson and recognized the craziness in his eyes. "Wyatt, I know you're suffering, but don't do this... Don't lose yourself. We'll find who ordered their deaths, I promise you..."

"You're so naive, dad... Your heart always deceives you," Wyatt commented.

"Wyatt," Chris' eyes grew wide. "What'd you do?"

Wyatt swallowed hard. "They shouldn't kill her..."

Cole's heart almost stopped. "What... What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice filled with fear.

"I told them to kill only Phoebe and Paige... They shouldn't touch my mother," Wyatt said angrily, forming an energy ball in his hand and throwing at Phoebe.

However, Cole deflected the attack and the energy ball flew back at Wyatt.

"What's wrong with you?" Cole screamed, grabbing him by the collar. "Are you insane?"

Wyatt cleared his throat. He could kill Cole easily, but something was stopping him. Cole raised him like a son, he didn't want to kill him, not unnecessarily. "It was an accident," he said and disappeared in a swarm of black orbs.

"Wyatt..." Chris muttered, falling on his knees.

The old mausoleum

"Cole..." Phoebe's lips whispered his name, as she looked surprised at him.

Cole swallowed hard. He played out this moment in his head for more than a year. He wondered what would happen if he had the chance to see Phoebe again.

What would he tell her?

How she would react?

Then he remembered what the angel had told him about Phoebe.

It was her.

She cast the spell and ruined his life. It wasn't her intention, but she did it.

Cole turned his face away. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

What am I doing here? she frowned, trying to understand his question. After so many time, was it his question? What was she doing there? "You're alive..."

"I need to go," he said, trying to walking away.

"You need to go?" Phoebe asked in disbelief, grabbing him by the arm. "We need to talk!"

Phoebe felt a shiver through her body when she touched his arm. She felt his emotions as if they were her own. She felt his fears and sorrows, his sadness.

Cole stepped back. He felt it, her hope... She was hoping to work things out with him.

"You knew..." he suddenly let out in a whisper. "You knew you would find me..."

Phoebe swallowed. "Yeah, but not today," she said, letting go of his arm. "Cole, what happened to you?"

Cole sighed heavily. "You vanquished me... in the alternate reality," he quietly explained.

"But you're here... You survived," she said.

Cole shook his head. "I was sent to the cosmic void..."

Phoebe sighed. "I know... Chris told us..."

Cole frowned. Chris? Who in the hell was Chris?

"He's our Whiteli... He's from the future," Phoebe explained, as she noticed the confusion on his face. "I know you were trapped in this Cosmic Void..."

"The Angel of Destiny freed me," he said. "I'm back, but don't worry. I won't disturb you."

It's not meant to be. "I need to go," he added. "I am really sorry for everything. I give you my word that I'll never..."

"Cole," she whispered his name interrupting him. "Please, listen to me... We really need to talk. Let's go to another place," she said softly, resting her hand on his shoulder.

"Phoebe..." he muttered.

A/N: Thank you for all the reviews, follows and favorites. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

I'm sorry for the delay, but I'm always busy with work.