Author's Note: Thank you, lizardmomma, for your review. I want to send a special thanks to du1387. You're the only person who reviewed and told me to keep writing. Thank you, that was very kind of you. I'd also like to thank ariex for the awesome idea for working out the Chris and Wyatt case. Read on.

For a few moments the only thing Wyatt was aware of was a throbbing pain in the back of his head. It was dark, the smell of smoke, brimstone and stale air filled his nose and there was complete silence save the gentle sound of flames nearby. Slowly, very slowly he opened his eyes and raised his head. He was in a cavern, some kind of tunnel or cave deep underground. Torches burned in brackets around the rough walls, and he was lying on warm stone. He reached his hand behind his head and gently probed the tender area. It was wet, and when he pulled back his hand he saw blood on his fingers. He must have cracked his head on the stone when he'd . . . what had he done? How had he gotten here? He glanced around, but nothing gave him a clue as to where he was or how he'd gotten there. The only thing he did see made him groan. He was in a mysterious cave underground with no memory of how he'd gotten there, and Captain Magic.

Wyatt and Chris had been in a sibling war since the battle with the manticore. Despite the extra room Chris had not moved into the manor, but he was making his presence known in ways far to strange for Wyatt's taste. Since he had shown up the girls had done next to nothing but magic. Julia had taken over the kitchen, bringing in all sorts of bizarre ingredients for her potions, and Desiree had attacked her quest for a magical solution to the Fielding case with renewed vigor. Chris himself had been hovering over everything like a dark cloud, offering help and suggestions. How quickly he had wormed his way into their lives made Wyatt sick, and he wasn't shy about showing his distaste for his supposed brother. More than once his anger had brought the two of them to a shouting match, but thankfully Desiree had intervened before it had come to blows, and at last both girls had deserted the house, Desiree for an meeting with the Fielding family, Julia in search of a job.

He stood, wincing as a new cacophony of aches and pains erupted all over his body. He was stiff and sore, and the pain in his head only intensified as he got to his feet. Chris was still unconscious, and only when Wyatt poked him with his foot did he stir.

"What . . . where are we?" Chris asked blearily, opening his eyes and wincing.

"You're the weirdness expert," Wyatt retorted sourly, "you tell me."

Chris looked around as he got to his feet. His eyes darted back and forth as he took in the cavern first in disbelief, then surprise, and finally confusion.

"Well?" Wyatt demanded, quickly losing patience. He was tired and sore, and he wanted to get out of here.

"We're . . . in the underworld," Chris answered, still looking around in confusion.

"Great," Wyatt snorted, "I died and went to hell with you."

"Not hell," Chris corrected him, only half listening, "the underworld. Its where the demons used to live. Its supposed to be empty, but then who lit the fires?"

"Good question," Wyatt remarked dryly. "Better question; how did we get down here? And how are we going to get out?"

"Can you orb?" Chris asked, turning his full attention to Wyatt finally.

"What?" Wyatt snapped impatiently.

Chris sighed in exasperation. "The thing where you disappear from one place and reappear in another."

"I've never done it on purpose," Wyatt scoffed, "I don't need to use to magic for every little thing."

"Well magic is the only way in or out of here," Chris forced some patience into his voice, "now just take my hand."

Wyatt took hold of Chris's outstretched hand and at once was overcome with the familiar feeling of dizziness. A moment later he felt the top of his head crack against something hard and suddenly he was flat on his back on the floor again.

"Nice," Wyatt growled as he got to his feet once again.

"I was afraid of this," Chris began with some trepidation, "something is preventing us from orbing out."

"Something like what?" Wyatt demanded, not liking where this was going. If he wasn't mistaken, he'd gotten sucked into one of Chris's madcap magical misadventures.

"Demons," Chris replied and Wyatt groaned. He's known this was bound to happen. Having Chris around was no good and he'd known it, but would the girls listen to him? He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised. No one ever listened to him.

"That's just great!" Wyatt kicked at the floor. He turned on Chris, anger pushing him over the line. He had been pushed to his limits and now he had officially reached boiling point.

"I never asked for this you know," he told his brother, facing him head on, then turning to pace the cavern. "I never wanted to be a super hero. I'm not a witch, I'm not an angel, I run a night club for god sakes!"

"Listen," Chris began, "I know . . ."

"What do you know!" Wyatt cut Chris off in a yell. "You were always a freak! I had normal! Why did you have to bring this down on us! Why did you have to come here!"

"Julia found the book of shadows long before I showed up at the manor," Chris shot back defiantly.

"Who cares?" Wyatt asked. All the steam suddenly went out of him, he no longer felt angry, just empty and hopeless. He leaned listlessly against a wall.

"I hate this. I hate magic! I hate this crazy family!" Wyatt stared, defeated, at a corner. "I just wish everything would go back to the way it was."

"Tough!" Wyatt turned slowly, wondering if he had heard correctly. Chris was glaring at him, and from the look in his eyes he was, for the first time since his arrival, truly angry.

"I learned when I was four years old that magic doesn't just go away because you wish it!" Chris spat savagely. "I hated magic, I hated everything to do with magic, but it was my family and it was my responsibility. I didn't have a choice and neither do you."

Chris paused at Wyatt stared at him. It was as though Chris had stepped into whole new light, and he had changed, was now completely different. He was angry, frustrated, looked as fed up as Wyatt felt. He was bitter, resentful, full of hatred and fear. For the first time he seemed . . . human.

"We don't have a choice if we're going to get out of here alive." Chris continued, his tone more even now. "I don't know what could have brought us down here, but its a safe bet it isn't on our side. So, are you with me?"

Wyatt looked at his brother for a long time. It finally dawned on him that he could hate magic all he wanted, but that wouldn't change who and what Chris was. He was the son of Piper Halliwell and Leo Wyatt. He was a Halliwell, and Wyatt's brother. His younger brother.

"Okay," he replied, "I'm with you."