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Future Mistakes

Chris jerked awake, sweat running down his bare chest as he breathed heavily. The dream had been so vivid, so real. He knew he was being stupid thought. The Source was twenty two years away, in the future, and currently the most threatening thing in the house was his aunt Phoebe stumbling around as she tried to make her half asleep way to the bathroom.

Chris shivered, holding his covers tight unto himself. He looked across at the cot that contained his baby big brother. Baby Wyatt was sleeping soundly, cuddling his teddy bear. A far cry from the evil, all powerful overlord from the future who had destroyed Chris' world and was currently haunting his dreams.

Chris got to his feet and looked out of the window. This was the third dream he'd had of future Wyatt, evil Wyatt, his brother, coming for him. The thought of the all powerful emperor of the world coming for him, trying to take him back to the future, wasn't a pleasant one. Chris was powerful in his own right yes, but Wyatt was much more powerful than he was.

And what also worried Chris was the fact that he didn't know what Wyatt intended to do. Considering how much damage he had caused for his big brother since coming here, Wyatt might finally dispense with the pleasantries and just kill his brother to stop his interference. After all, Wyatt, consumed with power though he was, was still clever enough to know that all his demons disappearing in the future must have something to do with his little brother. He must also know that if Chris succeeded in what he wanted to do, then not only would everything change, but more than anything else he would lose his power. And Wyatt, who had no interest in being saved or in losing his power, would not appreciate that turn of events at all. Hence, in order to protect his grip in power, he may just kill his little brother and be done with it.

But what scared Chris the most was the idea of Wyatt finally catching him, breaking him and turning him to his side, making him just as evil, twisted and depraved as his brother was. Chris had always vowed that he would rather die than become a monster like his brother. But with these dreams, Chris was even more scared of being turned evil than he usually was.

His dreams all involved Wyatt, coming for him, dragging him back to the future, sometimes killing his family in the process, which he wouldn't put past him. Chris frowned as he leaned his head against the cool window, watching the night time view of San Francisco. He knew he was being stupid. It was just that with everything that had happened recently, he was terrified of his own shadow. After nearly being killed by two of his mother's ex boyfriends, one a sexist nutjob who had wanted to control her life and hadn't wanted anyone to mess with his idea of perfection, and the other being a religious wacko who had decided he was evil (with help from the first boyfriend's insane niece who had lost it after being rejected by Chris), he was just feeling ever so slightly scared of everything at the moment.

He smiled slightly as he considered that his mother wasn't helping the situation. Since finding out who he was after Dan had tried to kill him, she had gone from a bitter, sarcastic charge to devoted and incredibly overprotective mother. And, feeling guilty (not undeservedly so) for Chris nearly being killed by her ex boyfriends twice, she had taken to giving him a bodyguard, or at the very least a shadow whenever he went anywhere, and she had also rigged his and Wyatt's bedroom with a crystal trap that would ward off anyone who wanted to hurt either of her babies. Her feelings of guilt for the last debacle, even if it was more Paige's doing than hers, were simply agitating Chris' fears.

He shook his head. As Wyatt had messed with his powers when he was younger, now every time he was in mortal danger he had no way to orb out and escape. As such, he had been totally at the mercy of both Dan and Gregg, and if it hadn't been for the timely arrival of the sisters both times, he would be dead by now. He shivered. That was all that was causing these dreams. His subconscious was blaming Wyatt for his near death experiences, and because he was afraid of how close the two of them had gotten (especially considering he actually had died when Gregg had strangled him), he was just incredibly fearful, and so he was dreaming of the thing that scared him the most, his brother.

Chris shook his head again, and turned to look at his sleeping brother in the cot. He knew he was being stupid. He was jumping at shadows. He was twenty years in the past, Wyatt didn't have the spell to get back, and he had never been any great shakes at writing spells, or even making potions, that was Chris' forte. He was perfectly safe here, Wyatt couldn't get to him. He scowled. That didn't help his dreams though. Grumbling, he went back to the recliner that served as his bed and tried once more to sleep.

XX

"Sweetie you look awful." Piper said worriedly as a pale skinned Chris entered the kitchen, yawning widely.

"Morning to you too mom." He said ruefully, making himself some tea.

Piper surveyed her son worriedly. His skin was pale, there were large bags under his eyes, there was a fair growth of stubble on his face, and...

"Morning!" Phoebe called cheerfully, and Piper watched as her son disappeared in a flurry of orbs.

...he was jumpy as hell.

"Phoebe!" Piper scolded as Chris returned, looking around, his eyes wide as he sought the location of the noise.

"It was only me honey." Phoebe said, and Chris scowled at her before turning back to making his tea.

"Sweetie, what's gotten you so jumpy? You haven't looked right for days." Piper said, her eyes searching her son's face worriedly.

Chris shrugged.

"I don't know, I'm just not sleeping well." He mumbled, and his mother immediately rested her hand on his forehead.

"You're all clammy too." She said, and Chris grinned.

"Mom, it's your hand that's wet." He said, and she felt herself going red in embarrassment as she remembered she had been doing the dishes when he had come in.

"I knew that." She protested as Paige entered, her eyes immediately drawn to her pale nephew.

"Oh honey, you don't look well, you ok?" she asked, and he nodded.

"Yeah, I'm just having problems sleeping that's all." He said, and Phoebe narrowed her eyes worriedly.

"Some sort of post traumatic stress thing with Dan and Gregg both trying to kill you recently?" she asked, and he shrugged.

"Seems like it. All I do is dream of Wyatt." He said, and as one the three women turned and looked at the baby, making Chris roll his eyes.

"Not that one, the big evil one!"

"Oh, well now it makes sense. What's he doing in these dreams?" Phoebe asked, and Chris looked nervously out of the window.

"Taking me back to the future. Sometimes killing you guys while he's at it. You know, all the stuff he's so good at." Chris said sadly, his voice also slightly bitter, and Piper stroked his long hair tenderly.

"Sweetie, he's in the future, he can't hurt you here." She assured him, and he nodded.

"I know that, I think it's just because Dan and Gregg got so close, my body's just being a bit jumpy." He lamented, and Paige smiled a little.

"They can't hurt you either, they're both insane and wrapped in strait jackets, claiming they're haunted. Can't imagine where they would get that idea." She said innocently and he smiled a little.

"Sweetie, I read about this in my psychology class, you're just reacting to the stress of being murdered twice in the last two months. And I suppose your family throwing you out wouldn't help much either." Phoebe admitted lamely and Piper rolled her eyes.

"So what does he do about them? No offence sweetie but we've vanquished demons that look better than you do." Paige said and he looked at her in indignation.

"Offence taken!" he moaned, while Piper and Phoebe smiled.

"Well we could take him to a psychiatrist." She said, and Chris looked at her disdainfully.

"Aunt Phoebe, I have more issues than Noah had animals. A normal shrink would want to go back and examine them all, and frankly, we don't have time, I've got a job to do." He said, and she did have to concede that point, with all the issues he had, it would take them a lifetime to get through everything.

"He could cast a spell like Leo and I did." Piper suggested, but Paige shook her head.

"Nu-uh, no dice. The last thing we need is to be sucked into all his crappy memories." She said, and Piper did have to admit she had a point about that.

"Well he can't keep going with no sleep, he looks awful." Piper said, irritated that they were getting nowhere.

Chris laid a hand on her arm.

"Mom, I'll deal with it how I usually do. I'll endure it until it goes away." He said, but Phoebe shook her head.

"Sweetie, you can't just ignore it, it isn't healthy." She said, and he looked at her, his eyes sad.

"Aunt Phoebe, I've been enduring and ignoring all the crappy things in my life since they began. One more won't make all the difference." He said tiredly, yawning again.

Phoebe looked at Piper desperately and she looked at her son.

"Peanut, we just want you to get better." She said, and he smiled a little.

"I know you do mom. But as it stands, there's nothing we can do, at least not without making things worse, so I say we leave it. They'll go away eventually, they did after he killed Bianca." He assured her, and headed through to the living room.

Piper frowned worriedly after her son. For a start, she wasn't that pleased that he had forced himself to just accept everything bad and move on from it, that he just accepted the bad things that happened to him. She was also not happy that his big brother, someone who was meant to love and protect him, was the thing he was most scared of in the world.

"We need to save Wyatt. It's the only way that kid is going to have anything close to a decent life." She said grimly, and Paige nodded.

"Well I don't have a temp job today, so why don't I stay home and work on some theories? And as he's still under house arrest," she said, before Piper raised a finger to stop her.

"Witness protection honey, witness protection."

Paige rolled her eyes in amusement, and continued "so why don't I make sure he gets some rest and relaxes for a change, while I look over some theories?" she asked, and Piper nodded.

"Good idea. Wyatt's at playschool all day and I've got a stock take to do at P3, and Phoebe has to go to work. Make sure he gets some sleep. And now I come to think of it, make sure he eats some breakfast too." She ordered, realising that her exhausted son hadn't eaten when he had entered the kitchen.

"Yes ma'am." Paige said, giving her a mock salute as the other two filed out of the kitchen.

XX

Paige watched her nephew worriedly as he tossed and turned on the couch. She had brought the book down from the attic so she could keep an eye on him, and now she was glad that she had because while he had looked bad this morning, he was now looking even worse. He was moaning desperately, pleading Wyatt not to kill someone, and it was making her uneasy, especially considering she knew what fate had befallen her in the future and she was slightly worried that it was her he was dreaming about. He was wrapped up in the blanket she had put over him when he had fallen asleep watching an old episode of Friends, and now his nightmares seemed to be getting out of hand.

"Honey, wake up." Paige said softly as she set down the book and walked over to him, kneeling down to wake him.

"No, Wyatt, don't!" Chris screamed, and Paige yelped as she was suddenly thrown backwards.

And she wasn't the only thing. As Chris cried and moaned on the sofa, the tv, the table, the chairs and everything else that wasn't glued down in the room suddenly went flying into the air, smashing into the walls with a deafening crash. Paige slammed into the wall with a cry of pain, and winced as everything cascaded to the floor and orbed the book away from the windows as Chris jerked awake, and then winced as he saw the damage he had done.

"Uh oh." He whispered weakly, his entire body shaking, his eyes wide and scared, and Paige looked up at him irritably.

"Uh oh indeed mister. Just you wait until your mother gets home." She said, and he hung his head sadly as she pulled herself to her feet and looked at the devastation around the room.

"I'm sorry." Chris said softly, and Paige looked in concern at the shaking boy on the bed, and frowned worriedly.

"Chris, you need to calm down ok?" she asked and slowly advanced towards her nephew who was breathing heavily, looking around the room worriedly and he kept fidgeting as if he intended to go and fix it.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked sadly, and she shook her head.

"No, you just surprised me that's all. Has your telekinesis ever exploded out of you like that before?" she asked, and he nodded a little.

"Yeah, once, when Wyatt captured me, he was torturing me, and he just got me so mad, he kept insulting you guys, saying things like you were weak and deserved what you got, and then he insulted mom on top of it and my powers just ripped out of me, it knocked him out. Pretty handy because it let me escape, but now I'm not so sure." He said, surveying the mess he had made of the living room and wanting to go and fix it all.

She looked around the room grimly, and frowned. If he could do that with a single exploding wave of telekinesis, she hated to think what else he could do. After all, the only powers he ever really used were telekinesis and his orbing powers. Piper had once mused that his powers didn't seem as powerful as Prue's had, which she had supposed was something to do with him being the youngest. Phoebe had disagreed, believing his powers may all be blocked by Wyatt's actions, or worse, by the trauma of having lost everyone he cared about. But with a single wave he had just obliterated the living room. Paige frowned. Who knew their nephew was secretly carrying around the force of a nuclear bomb inside him?

Chris was shivering, tears in his eyes and Paige brought him to her in a hug, holding his quivering form, frowning as she heard her teeth chatter.

"Alright. Calm down honey, you didn't mean to do all this. We just need to get you calmed down, and then we can go about fixing you ok?" she asked, and he nodded slowly, his eyes fearfully surveying the room, and she looked to the ceiling.

"Leo!" she shouted, and regretted it a second later, as Chris, who hadn't been expecting it, orbed away from her side.

"Oops." She said guiltily as her nephew reappeared, glaring at her ruefully.

Leo appeared a second later, landing in the broken remains of the table.

"What the hell happened in here?" he asked in shock as he saw the wrecked living room.

"That would be me." Chris muttered a little, and he looked at his son curiously.

"You did this?" he asked in disbelief, and Paige nodded.

"Yeah. Look, can you keep an eye on him while I round up the others?" she asked, and he nodded, looking at his son worriedly.

"Course I will. What's the matter Chris?" Leo asked kindly, sitting down beside him.

"I'm not sleeping well, I keep seeing Wyatt and they're getting worse, I thought Wyatt was torturing me again, and my powers went haywire." He admitted meekly, and Paige looked desperately at Leo.

"He was just asleep, and he hasn't been sleeping well since Gregg tried to kill him, but now his powers are getting out of control, exploding out of him, and he keeps dreaming Wyatt is going to come for him." She explained, and Leo frowned.

"Buddy, Wyatt's in the future, he can't get you here." He assured him, and Chris nodded.

"Yeah I know that, but I can't sleep, I'm scared all the time, I'm worried he's coming for me." He moaned, and Leo frowned.

"Alright. Let's fix this before your mother sees or she'll go postal on us. Paige, you call your sisters. And then we can try to fix you." Leo said in concern as he healed the entire room, sending everything back to its previous place and state.

"I'm sorry." Chris said sorrowfully, and Paige rubbed his back.

"Don't worry little dude, I know you didn't mean it. Let your dad help you if he can while I get the others, then we can figure out what we're going to do next." She said worriedly, heading to the phone.

As she did so, she watched as a nervous Chris brought his knees up and he rested his chin on them, hugging himself tightly. The poor little kid was scared to death. Frowning, she headed for the phone. They had to fix him, soon, or there was no telling what would happen.

XX

Piper looked at her son worriedly as she stood peering at the book in the attic. He was sitting in the corner of aunt Pearl's couch, his father beside him, trying to calm him, but every time the floor creaked or a door slammed outside, the boy immediately orbed out in a panic. His skin had gotten paler, his eyes were wide and fearful, the bags under them getting longer, he also looked clammy, and he was now shivering, but with fear or cold they didn't know.

Chris hated feeling like this. His nightmares had never affected him like this before. But now, he was growing terrified of getting any sleep, seeing his murderous brother in each and every dream, coming closer, his threatening figure appearing from the future and dragging him back there, killing everyone he cared about in the process. Chris shuddered. This was new on him, he had never lost control like this before. Why was he suddenly so frightened? After all, he had set up the rebellion in the future, he was the one who had led the fight against Wyatt, he was the one who had duelled his brother to a standstill twice for goodness sake. True, that was most likely down to Wyatt toying with him, but still. Near death experiences like this had never affected him like this before. He had suffered torture, injuries, losses, betrayals, and never before had he been turned into such a mess by someone else's actions.

"Chris, you with us?" Leo asked softly, and he nodded, still pondering why the hell his dreams were so vivid, destructive and frankly damn scary recently.

"Yeah. I'm just trying to figure out why this is happening, and I can't. They aren't normally this bad. Yeah, I've always had bad nightmares, but nothing like this. To the extent my powers are exploding out of me, it's never been like this before. I've almost been killed over a dozen times before and this has never happened. Admittedly, it wasn't by mortals and I wasn't struck powerless each time, but still..." he said, and Piper looked at Leo in concern.

"Can you heal him?" she asked worriedly, and he shook his head.

"No, it's his subconscious. Whatever is causing his nightmares to become so bad, to the point that they're seriously distorting his powers, only he can deal with it." He explained, and Chris looked down in shame.

"I would if I knew why my dreams were doing this. I thought they were just a reaction to dying twice recently, but now I don't have a clue what's happening to me. My dreams have never been this bad before, I've never been this bad before." He said sadly, and Phoebe looked at Chris and Leo, eyes lighting up.

"You might be on to something." She said slowly, her brow furrowed, and the others looked at her as she mumbled to herself.

"Phoebe?" Paige asked, watching her sister ponder.

"Alright, bear with me. You've never dealt with it this bad before right, even though I'm guessing there's plenty of times you've almost died?" she asked, and Chris nodded, shivering again, and Piper wrapped an extra blanket around her son.

"Yeah. True a mortal never did it before, and I never felt as powerless before, but I don't see why that would affect me so badly." He said, and Phoebe nodded.

"I don't think it did. Alright, picture this. You're just about to die." She began, and Piper frowned.

"Great, the kid's nearly died twice already and you want to do it to him again?" she asked, but Phoebe quietened her with a look, and Chris nodded.

"Ok. I'm about to die, so what?" he said, feeling guilty as his parents winced beside him.

"Alright. You're about to die. So, knowing this, who would you call out for?" Phoebe asked, and Chris didn't answer immediately.

Paige winked at him.

"Don't worry, we won't be offended if you say your mom, we know you're a mommy's boy." She said, and he shot her a dirty look before he nodded.

"Probably one of you guys." He said, and Phoebe frowned.

"Alright, think further back. Back to when we were being foul to you, if you had died then, who would you have called for, or further back than that, who would you have called for before you came back here, other than Bianca?" she asked, and Chris frowned.

He knew who he would call for other than her, but that was a conversation for later. And then, it dawned on him who, on death's door, he might call for, and he gulped.

"Wyatt." He whispered, and she nodded.

"Yeah, that's what I'm thinking. What if your subconscious is trying to warn you? What if it knows that when Gregg was strangling you, you reacted naturally, and called for your big brother? And what if that's what's giving you these dreams?" she asked, and Chris went paler than before.

Had he subconsciously called on Wyatt? He thought about it. He couldn't remember calling for Wyatt, but...even with everything Wyatt had done, all he had taken from him, he still loved his big brother. And, he reflected, if he was about to die, perhaps a part of him would want to see his big brother one last time, even though Wyatt was evil.

"Maybe." He admitted quietly, and Piper frowned.

"So, what, you reckon Chris accidentally called for Wyatt when Gregg was trying to kill him?" she asked, and Phoebe nodded.

"I think it would explain it. Chris was about to die, and let's face it, Gregg was cutting off all the air to his brain anyway. What's to say that Chris' natural reaction wouldn't have been to call for Wyatt?" she said, and Leo's eyes widened in realisation.

"And if he did, that would explain why baby Wyatt orbed to help me heal him when we got to him, he heard his baby brother's call." He said in excitement, but far from looking comforted by this knowledge, Chris looked even more terrified than he already did.

"You think my subconscious is trying to tell me I accidentally summoned Wyatt?" he asked his voice petrified.

"I think it's a possibility. But because of who your brother is in the future, because of what he's capable of, your subconscious is rebelling and trying to warn you that you summoned Wyatt, probably in case he comes after you." She reasoned, and Paige looked at her in surprise.

"Wow. And all this time I thought you just made stuff in your column up." She said brightly, and Phoebe glowered at her sister.

Chris was quaking in fear, earning him concerned looks from his parents.

"Chris?" Leo asked gently, and Chris bit his lip nervously.

"I need to know what I did. Because if I did what I think I did, we're in trouble." He said, his voice quivering.

"What do you mean?" Paige asked, not at all liking the deer in headlights look on her nephew's face as he looked nervously around the room.

"If I only called for baby Wyatt, and my subconscious is just overreacting, then that's fine." He said, and she nodded in understanding.

"But if you didn't?" Phoebe asked in concern, not liking where he might be going with this.

"You don't want to know." He muttered, his voice scared.

Paige frowned at her nephew, and Leo looked at Piper.

"He can't go on like this, and his subconscious might tell us what we need to know. Then he might be able to sleep better and not be so scared all the time. I say we figure out a way to let him talk to his subconscious." He said, but then Chris bolted to his feet, looking at his father desperately.

"NO!" he protested, and Piper and Leo exchanged a worried glance.

"Sweetie, we just want to help you." She said, and he nodded, his breath shaking.

"I know that mom, but, if I summon my subconscious, you can't see it." He said, and Piper looked at him suspiciously.

"Why?" she asked, her eyebrow arched.

Leo looked at his petrified son, and abruptly it clicked.

"Because everything that's ever happened to him, every physical wound, every mental trauma, everything bad that he's done, all imprint upon his subconscious. Which means, if he summons it, we'll see everything that's ever happened to him." He explained, and Piper looked at her son in shock.

"Trust me mom...it won't be pretty. So please, just, go when I summon it. I don't want you to see it." He said miserably and she got to her feet and pulled him into a hug.

"Ok honey, if that's what you want. But we're your family sweetie, we want to help." She reminded him, and he nodded.

"I know you do mom. I just don't want you to see it, it'll only upset you." He said softly, and she shook her head in wonder.

He was terrified, scared out of his wits, he hadn't slept properly in two weeks and he was an emotional wreck, and yet he was still more concerned about everyone else other than himself.

"Alright. We'll be right outside if you need us." Leo assured him, clapping his shoulder, and with reluctant, worried looks, the others went outside.

Chris looked as they shut the attic door, holding himself close. He had some vague idea of what his subconscious would look like, and it wasn't something he particularly wanted to see, never mind his mother. But, he knew he had to find out what his subconscious was trying to tell him, why it was sending him all those dreams. If he'd done what he hoped, he would tell it to stop worrying and let him get some sleep, but if he hadn't, then they were all in deadly danger.

"I call the ancient powers to show

What my subconscious seems to know

Be the message pro or con

Allow the message to reality dawn."

Chris jerked slightly, and was surrounded by a pale blue light, and a second later, the light travelled from him and he found himself looking at himself.

Only it wasn't really him. It was him, brutally ravaged.

His hair was lank and unkempt, hanging in straggly lines from his head. His face was burned, bleeding as if lashed, his eyes small and withered. Brutal cuts and scars covered his bloodied face, his lips were cracked, and the remaining skin was a deep, shining red. The lacerations were also on his neck, as were the rope marks from Gregg's attempted murder, and the fingerprints of Dan's. Chains were fasted around his wrists and legs, giving him a stooped appearance. His body was also ravaged and burned, deep streams of blood running down his body, burns and brands covering them. Two large meat hooks were embedded in each shoulder, causing the blood to flow. His fingernails had all been ripped off, leaving behind a bloody mess, and his fingers were at odd angles, none of them where they should be. There were energy ball marks all over his body, and the subconscious brought a smell of burned flesh. There was also a large collar around the top of his neck, tied with chains to the other manacles around his beaten and broken body. And his eyes, they were filled with pain, loss, anger, despair and everything else negative Chris had ever experienced.

"God I look like hell." He said, and the other one nodded.

"We've been through a lot." He said, his voice croaky and weak.

Chris nodded, remembering where a lot of those scars had come from, most of them at the hands of his big brother.

"I need to know." Chris said, his voice shaking.

The other looked at him sadly.

"You did what you feared." He said sadly, and Chris gulped in fear.

"You're sure?" he asked, his voice terrified, and the other nodded.

"Yes. That is why I've been trying to warn you, to alert you to what you did." He explained, and Chris looked at him uncertainly.

"Is he coming?" he asked softly, and the other shrugged, face contorting in pain as he did so.

"Possibly. He felt your call if that's what you're wondering. He might come, he might not. I'm just trying to put you on your guard." He explained, and Chris nodded slowly, body quaking.

"Thank you." He said, and the other, mutilated version of him nodded slowly and with a flash of blue light he was gone.

Shaking, he turned to the door.

"Mom!" he cried urgently, and an instant later the door banged open to reveal his worried looking family, expressions that became more worried as they took in the terrified expression on his face.

"Chris, what is it baby?" Piper asked, seeing how much more scared he looked all of a sudden and sitting him down on the couch.

"I did something stupid mom." He said miserably, and Leo looked at him nervously.

"Chris, you're scaring us." He said, and Chris looked up at his father.

"When Gregg was killing me, I did call for Wyatt. Only thing is, I didn't just call for baby Wyatt. I called for future Wyatt, evil Wyatt. He knows." He whispered worriedly, and Phoebe looked at her terrified nephew.

"Sweetie, what do you mean he knows?" she asked nervously.

"He knows I called for him, he heard me. Which means, he now knows where I am. Which means he'll probably be coming for me. I've brought him here." Chris said, seeming to be on the edge of hyperventilating.

"Calm down buddy, you won't do yourself any favours if you get yourself into a panic attack." Leo said, trying to make Chris breathe normally again.

"Wait, you think Wyatt will come here? Why would he? He knows you won't join him, so why would he come?" Paige asked, and Chris looked at them fearfully.

"Because I called for him. However accidentally, all he knows is I called for him. And he'll want to come, to see if he can get me to join him, or to kill me. He probably thinks I'm giving up and wanting him to come for me." He whispered, looking petrified at the very thought.

Piper looked at her sisters worriedly. Chris was clearly terrified. And if he was right, and he did call for Wyatt, and if Wyatt did come, they would have the all powerful, evil Twice Blessed to deal with, right here, in present day San Francisco.

Leo however, adopted a sceptical approach.

"Chris, it's been two weeks since Gregg tried to kill you. If he was going to come, wouldn't he have come here already?" Leo asked, and Chris shook his head.

"No. Not necessarily. Wyatt isn't very good with spells or potions, if he hadn't taken over, he would probably rely on me for that. It'll have taken him this long to organise a way to get back here. Knowing him, he'll be waiting for an eclipse or a full moon or something, give him the extra boost he needs to get back here." Chris explained, kneading his fingers nervously.

"Chris, you're overreacting. Even if you called him, he's still twenty years in the future. How will he know where to come to, how will he know you're still alive?" Paige asked her scared nephew.

Chris looked at his feet.

"Our bond." He replied, and Leo looked at him worriedly.

"What bond?" he asked, worrying if future Wyatt was eavesdropping on them right now.

"Like the power of three bond, our version of it. Because there's only two of us, it's a lot more intense, and when I called for him I opened myself to him, he'll know exactly where I am, and if I called for him before I died, he'll know I'm still alive. We used to be able to hear each other's thoughts before we started blocking each other, he was afraid I would find out he was turning, and I was afraid later on he would find out I was the one trying to stop him. He knows I called him, and he knows where I am. Which means pretty soon, he's going to be coming here, for me. My dreams were right. He's coming here to take me back to the future." Chris said, standing up and pacing nervously.

Piper looked at the others grimly. If what Chris said was true, there was a very good chance Wyatt was coming here. The Source, the emperor himself. But, they did have one saving grace.

"Sweetheart, listen to me." Piper said, standing in front of her agitated son and stopping him mid pace.

He looked at her nervously, and she could see the terror in his eyes. While he may be capable of fighting his brother, preventing his total takeover, it was clear that when he had things to lose, when he was in a vulnerable position, he was clearly terrified. And she supposed, having the Source out for your blood personally, when he was the strongest magical being in the world, she would be pretty scared too.

"Sweetie, listen ok? Firstly, you couldn't do anything. It wasn't your fault that you called for Wyatt, you were dying, you didn't do it on purpose, so don't go blaming yourself. Secondly, even if you're sure you called him, he hasn't appeared yet, and there's still a pretty good chance he won't. He might not want to, he might not be able to, so don't work yourself into a panic alright? And lastly, in your world, we aren't there. If he comes here, he'll have to deal with the Charmed Ones, all three of them. And he'll need to deal with your father. And I'm pretty sure that if we summon them, Prue, Grams and Mom will all come down and lend a hand if need be. Back here, he won't be as powerful, and I'm trusting he's clever enough to know that. I'm also trusting that he's clever enough to know that there's a good chance he won't be able to stop us, which means he might die if he forces us into a battle. And lastly...his baby self is here. Which means, that if it really came down to it," she began, her own voice shaking, "we could destroy him." She finished in a whisper, the very thought of doing so torturing her, and Chris looked at her in shock.

"Mom, you can't kill him, he's just a baby, he isn't the Source yet, please..." he begged and Leo smiled a little.

"That wasn't what she meant. What she meant was that we would have the capacity to stop him, and that makes me think he'll be a lot less likely to risk himself in case he gets hurt." He assured him, and Chris looked at him nervously as his aunts approached.

"Even if he comes Chris, we won't let him hurt baby Wyatt if that's what you're worried about." Paige assured him.

"And we won't let him steal you either. If he wants you, he'll have to go through us. And look on the bright side, with you not born, that means he has to at least keep your mom and dad alive. He isn't going to get you, not without a fight." Phoebe assured him kindly, and he looked at them all, his family, standing by him.

"Thanks guys." He said softly, and Piper stroked his cheek.

"And maybe now you know what your subconscious was trying to tell you, you can get some sleep. Come on, let's go and get you something to eat." She told him, and led him downstairs, while Leo and the other girls frowned.

"Scared?" Phoebe asked, and both of them nodded.

"Terrified. But Chris is beyond terrified, I've never seen him like this. Whatever else Wyatt's done in the future, he sure as hell has his little brother scared of him. He's jumping at his own shadow." Leo said darkly, and Paige frowned.

"I think it's more to do with us. I think he's afraid he's going to lose us again." She said worriedly.

Leo nodded.

"Yeah, I think you're right. So, we just need to make sure nothing happens to us. We need to batten down the hatches, put up every protection imaginable just in case Wyatt does come calling from the future. I don't know about you, but the thought of doing battle with my grown up, evil son scares the hell out of me." He said worriedly, his eyes creased with worry.

"You really think he'll come for Chris Leo?" Phoebe asked nervously, and Leo turned to her.

"When you were the wife of the Source, if you'd had chance where you thought Piper or Paige would turn to your side, see things your way, would you have ignored it?" he asked, and Paige looked at her sister, her stomach dropping as she shook her head.

"No, probably not." She admitted grudgingly.

Leo frowned, looking out at the city.

"According to Chris, Wyatt has been trying to get his hands on him for years, trying to turn him, and Chris has always refused. But, when he was about to die, Chris called out for Wyatt. That'll definitely make Wyatt think he's in with a chance of getting Chris to join him. And...if Chris did call for him, Wyatt won't be able to mistake the feelings behind it. He'll finally know that Chris still loves him, and he'll want to use that." He said, fears for his youngest son filling his mind.

"So what do we do?" Paige asked, and Phoebe answered.

"We do everything we can to protect Chris. If Wyatt doesn't come, then fair enough. And if he does...we just hope that it is enough."

XX

A few days passed, and Chris was, thankfully, able to sleep. And the days passed, and there was no sign of any evil activity, nothing from the smallest imp up to the future Source himself. And, with every defence possible in the house, the inhabitants began to relax, though Chris still lived in constant fear of his big brother coming for him. But for now, he was safe, and with the time since Gregg's murder of him increasing, he was beginning to believe his brother wasn't coming, and had simply given up on him. And it was armed with this thought that he slept a little sounder each night.

How wrong he was.

XX

A flame appeared on the attic wall, and it quickly darted around, burning the shape of a flaming triquetra into the wall. The moon was high in the night sky in the future as the portal, a swirling vortex of black energy, opened, and out of the blazing triquetra stepped Emperor Wyatt Halliwell, the Twice Blessed Child, the Source of All Evil, the Ultimate Power. And he was here for his little brother.

He was clad in a black tshirt, accenting his strong body, his toned six pack. A black leather jacket also covered his torso. He was clad in black jeans, two stylish chains hanging from them. His long dirty blond hair hung to his shoulders, framing his face. There was stubble on his face, forming a beard. His cold blue eyes were completely merciless and he looked around the attic contemptuously as he entered the past version of his museum, his dedication to the power he came from.

He froze the portal, and sniffed in amusement as he saw the crystal trap he had walked into. Feeble, really feeble. With a flick of his finger, one of them turned to dust, and he stalked through the dark attic, hand stroking the Book of Shadows lovingly, not quite as big as his own version back in the future.

It was strange, being back here. But, he had heard Chris call for him, and he was here to find his little brother.

Wyatt closed his eyes, sensing the house. He could feel his aunts and mother, all safely in their bed. And he could also sense his baby self, sleeping peacefully in the nursery. And then, he felt it. The bright light that was his baby brother. And Wyatt allowed himself a fond smile, a proper smile as he pictured his little brother, who had been plagued by nightmares since the death of their mother, sleeping peacefully in the nursery next to his baby self. Wyatt advanced downwards, sensing for anything that would alert his family to his presence. He wanted his brother back, that was all. He also didn't think there was anything wrong with that either. And he had no desire to fight his family. Useless though his aunts had become in their later years after the death of his mother, he did still retain a certain fondness for his mother, after all she had raised him, and he knew that if he hurt her, Chris would never join him. He always had been a mommy's boy.

Wyatt crossed to the nursery, and hardly sparing a glance at his sleeping baby self, he crossed to the recliner that served as Chris' bed. He looked down at his little brother, the hardness in his eyes dissipating as he beheld his little brother, the one he had done everything to protect...the one who didn't quite grasp just how much Wyatt had done for him, how much Wyatt cared for him.

Chris had been destroyed by their mother's death. Wyatt remembered the horrible nights afterwards, staying at their grandfathers, when a traumatised Chris had climbed into bed with Wyatt, and Wyatt, who at the time had been completely defenceless against his brother, had obliged, holding him, rocking him, talking to him, trying to get him to come back to life. It was as if part of him had died with their mother, butchered in the same attack that had killed her. Wyatt had done everything to fix his brother, vowing vengeance on the ones who had done this to his baby brother, his responsibility, the one who mattered most to him. But, he had failed to make Chris understand why he did what he had done, and Chris, horrified, had taken up arms against him, corrupted by his aunts' inane prattling about good and evil, and they had turned him against him. Ever since, Wyatt had been trying to fix him, try to make his brother see the truth, that with him in charge, no one could ever hurt him again. Problem was, he'd had to get rid of his aunts first, and that had upset Chris too, but Wyatt still struggled to make Chris see reason by whatever means necessary.

And now, his little brother had called for him.

Wyatt wasn't a fool. He had felt Chris' dire need, what was happening to him, and had been furious that some mere mortal would dare try to kill his own brother. He had felt Chris' life leaving him, and now he was more determined than ever to protect his brother.

But he also knew Chris hadn't meant to call him. So, until he got his brother safely home, he would have to be made easier to deal with.

Wyatt gently stroked Chris' long hair, and he smiled as Chris moved in response to the touch, covers dropping to reveal the tattoo on his bare chest, the one he and Chris had both gotten done back when they had been brothers. Handy things, glamours. Chris moaned a little in his sleep as Wyatt stroked his hair, and his brother's eyes fluttered open.

Wyatt smiled softly down at his brother, whose eyes flew open in alarm, and Wyatt acted, clamping his hand over Chris' mouth and nose, and the precaution he had taken years ago to make sure Chris didn't go off and die to spite him prevented his brother from escaping. Chris kicked his legs as he pulled at Wyatt's hands, kicking his covers to the floor, and exposing his mostly naked body to the air before his eyes fluttered and he fell unconscious. Wyatt smiled and kissed his brother's forehead.

"I'm going to take you home little brother." He assured his unconscious brother, and prepared to lift him up.

XX

Piper was coming back from the loo when she heard a voice mutter in the nursery. Turning to the door, she was instantly confused. Chris didn't call Wyatt little brother, he called him big brother, even the baby version. Unless...

NO!

"Leo!" Piper hissed in a whisper, and he appeared a second later, and saw her gesture for quiet, and he nodded, his worried eyes immediately going towards the nursery.

"Get Phoebe and Paige." She mouthed, and he nodded as she advanced slowly towards the door.

A second later a bleary Phoebe and Paige were next to her, and Leo was bringing up the rear. Piper nodded then leapt into the nursery, hands at the ready.

"Get away from him." She hissed to the tall, long haired figure in the leather jacket, standing beside Chris' bed.

"Hello mom." Wyatt purred, and turned to give his family their first look at the man he had become.

"Wyatt..." Piper breathed in shock, seeing the obviously dangerous man he grew into.

Wyatt gave her a cold smile.

"Yes mom, me. Now, I really don't want to hurt you, so if you'll just step out of the way, Chris and I can get out of here." He said, his voice called, and Paige shook her head.

"We aren't letting you take your brother anywhere Wyatt." She vowed and he snorted in amusement.

"Always were stubborn aunt Paige. That's what got you killed." He said coolly, and all of them glared at him.

"We know what you are. Stand away from your brother." Leo growled, and Wyatt gave a bark of laughter.

"Well well, daddy has finally learned to care about Chris. Took you long enough, killing you was the only thing I did once I became emperor that Chris agreed with." Wyatt said, a smug smile on his face.

"Charming. Back off Wyatt. We aren't afraid to fight you." Phoebe warned, and he smiled slightly at her too.

"And you too aunt Phoebe, finally learning how to love Chris, I am impressed. Maybe I won't have to kill you this time round." He said, nodding towards his baby self.

"He won't become you. I won't let him. We'll save you." Leo promised, and Wyatt rolled his eyes.

"You know, if you guys hadn't filled his head with this crap, Chris would be so much happier, you might even still be alive. Well, you wouldn't mom." He said, and his eyes wavered slightly.

"Wyatt...leave him alone. You might think you're the ultimate power, the ultimate evil, but you aren't. I see the little boy in you. Leave him here and go home." Piper pleaded in a soft, reasoning voice, and Wyatt looked at his mother, the hard expression in his eyes melting a little...before being viciously clamped up.

"No mom. Chris called for me, and he's coming with me." He said.

"The hell I am." Chris said, and before he could generate his shield, he was thrown over the room, slamming into the wall with a bang.

Baby Wyatt began screaming, his shield appearing as Chris leapt to his feet, and the others prepared to attack. Wyatt rolled his eyes in irritation, and pointed a finger at his baby form's shield. And smiled maliciously as the others gasped as it dropped to nothing.

"No!" Piper yelled, flicking her hands at him while baby Wyatt screamed.

Wyatt had recovered, a blazing sphere of fire protecting him from her attack, and Chris looked at his brother pleadingly, and Wyatt responded by blasting him over the back of the recliner. Leo snarled and sent a jet of lightning at Wyatt, who dropped his shield, catching it in his hand.

"Clever. Not clever enough." He said, and threw it back at them.

The four of them screamed as the electricity slammed into them, crashing them into the wall with a bang. The four of them collapsed, groaning weakly as electricity coursed over their bodies.

"Pathetic." Wyatt sneered, wishing his baby self would shut up.

Lightning then crackled at him from the side, and this blast caught him square in the chest, sending him stumbling back. Wyatt roared in agony as Chris' attack hit him and he saw Chris get back to his feet, and he saw Chris bring his hands close together to perform another attack.

Not this time.

Ignoring the screaming baby and the groaning family members, Wyatt flamed over to Chris' side, and Chris turned too slowly to counter him. He looked at his brother in panic as Wyatt grabbed his neck with one hand, and raised him off the ground.

"I always told you you were a scrawny runt." He taunted, as he lifted Chris high into the air.

Chris, gagging for air, looked at his brother imploringly, arms pulling at the hand around his neck, legs kicking wildly in midair.

"Wyatt..." Chris gasped, his face turning red, his eyes bulging in his brother's vice like grip.

"You realise I could snap your neck here and now?" Wyatt taunted his brother, who gave him a pleading look as he gasped for any air at all, his legs thrashing, hands pulling at the one round his throat.

Wyatt could hear the others getting back to their feet and rush in to the room, and turned to see Piper and Leo both attack him.

He created a fiery shield, and raised his hand, and with a whumph, the four of them crashed through the wall into the next room, stirring weakly.

"No...Wyatt...please..." Chris begged, eyes wide, tongue swelling, and Wyatt smiled as his brother's eyes rolled back in his head, eyes closing, and his brother went limp in his grip, head tilted forwards, swollen tongue emerging from his mouth.

Wyatt smiled affectionately at his brother (he'd never been able to get out of a stranglehold) and he brought his brother's bare body close to his own, carrying him like a baby. He held Chris to him tightly, savouring the touch, and he swept from the room, ignoring the screaming baby and the stirring sounds of his parents.

"NO!" Piper screamed and leapt to her feet, others right behind her, chasing after the son who was stealing her other son.

They arrived in the attic to see a flaming triquetra open with a vortex inside it.

"Wyatt, don't!" Piper cried, as Wyatt, holding his little brother to him in a tight protective grip, gave her a last smile.

"Bye mom. Don't worry, I'll take good care of my little brother." He said, and actually looked lovingly down at the unconscious Chris.

"No!" Piper roared, prepared to blast apart the attic wall.

Wyatt was faster. Holding Chris in one hand, he raised his glowing left hand and sent a shimmering multicoloured wave out at them, and Leo forced them all to the ground just as everything it came into contact with disintegrated as a result. They looked up just as Wyatt, brother in arms, sent them a cheerful wave as he stepped into the vortex and disappeared.

"NO!" Piper screamed as the triquetra fizzled out, and the attic returned to normal, smoke rising from the destroyed objects.

Wyatt. Wyatt had come, had trounced the four of them.

And what was worse, he had taken Chris.

And here we are, beginning the final story of the trilogy!

So, future Wyatt is the enemy this time, and this is the first time I've ever actually starred him. I figured Chris would be terrified of his big brother coming from the future to hurt his family.

But, Wyatt does love Chris in his own way, so what will that mean for him?

Anyway, Wyatt has just shown his true powers. How will we get Chris back if he can face them all off without breaking a sweat? He trounced the four of them, but bear in mind they were constrained by the presence of baby Wyatt. Either way, they're in severe trouble. Wyatt is much stronger than they are right now, and he also has Chris, so how on earth will they get out of this one, and will it be too late?

Next time, we see the future! And a little surprise...

Anyway, hope you like the first chapter, next one will hopefully be up tomorrow, so please, as always, read and leave lots of reviews!