And this is last chapter of this story. Hmm.. Not really what I had in mind at the beginning, but I don't really see any sense in forcing it to go further, since it is something in between the episodes of the show [of course some things are revealed in this story].

Fiction Ghost Writer – Yes. That was Jason's purpose to came from the future. About the bonding I've already wrote you the answer, but still if anyone want to know more just ask. :)
JadeAlmasy – It's not a test and it's not a dream :D Thank you!
crlncyln – You'll see :P
Madlenita – To jest wyjaśnione w tym rozdziale :) A co do długości rozdziałów to masz rację :) Zaczęłam pisać dłuższe, chociaż to też zależy od historii. Do tej historii nie pasowałyby takie krótkie, jak w poprzednich historiach.
Beizanten – Yes, well, Excalibur originally belongs to Arthur, so why Wyatt shouldn't be his reincarnation? :P

Thank you all for reviews!

Telepathic conversation is in italic.

DICLAIMER: I don't own Charmed and it's characters.

"Chris!" Piper yelled in panic, horrified at the sight of armed Whitelighter coming near her baby.

"Chris, please!" Phoebe and Paige joined to her pleadings.

"Let him!" Wyatt suddenly roared above their ramblings. "He has every right!"

"What?" Christopher looked at him as if he was crazy.

Wyatt shot him a trust-me look. "Let him do it."

'Are you mad?' Christopher gaped at him.

Wyatt smiled, 'He is still you, little brother, and you would never hurt me.'

Chris continued to the crib, completely oblivious to the rest of the world. Everything that existed for him was the baby in the crib, him and his fury.

"It would be so easy," Chris murmured to himself quietly. Jason had right. One move and everything would be solved. The biggest world's problem would be solved. His biggest problem would be solved. Just one move. Wyatt looked up at him, curiously. The shield went up around the baby, but that wasn't any problem for the Whitelighter. Chris tightened his hold on the athame, bringing it up. And then little Wyatt started crying, terrified. The Whitelighter froze. The fury suddenly gone, his mind going completely blank. After a few seconds he slowly started to realize what he was doing. He looked in horror at the athame and jumped back, away from the crib, dropping it in the process.

"Oh God, oh God," he rambled, backing away, until he hit the force field. He was pushed forward, but he barely noticed, as he tried to get away as far as possible from the child.

"Chris!" the adult Wyatt called, worried that Chris is going to hurt himself by hitting the barrier repeatedly. "Chris, listen to me, damn it! Stop moving!" the Whitelighter stopped trashing, so the Twice Blessed continued in a soothing tone of voice. "That's it. It's okay, Chris. It's over now. Calm down."

"I'm sorry," Chris switched from 'Oh God' to 'Sorry' mantra. He drew his knees to his chest, curling into small ball of misery. "I'm so sorry."

"Chris, it's alright," Wyatt said gently, sitting as close to him as he could, mentally cursing the force field separating them. "I'm not mad at you. And I'm definitely not going to hurt you. Alright? Just calm down."

"He just tried to kill you!" Piper yelled out of stress and immediately regretted it as Chris whimpered and started apologizing over again. Wyatt threw her a withering glare.

"Piper!" Paige hissed.

"I'm sorry," Piper walked closer to Chris. "I'm sorry, Chris. I'm just worried about Wyatt. Can you please remove that barrier?"

"It's alright," said Wyatt soothingly, when the Whitelighter shook his head. "No one here is going to hurt you."

"Yeah," Christopher decided to join in. "If you give him his powers back, he will rip apart anyone who would even dare to touch you, so go ahead. I'm sick of sitting here."

Chris snorted lightly and after a while muttered something. The force field flashed and collapsed. Piper and Leo instantly rushed to their little baby. Wyatt felt, that his magic was back.

"Thanks for the powers." Wyatt smirked, having heard what spell Chris had cast to bring the barrier down, "And you're saying I write a crappy spells,"

"Only crappy spell can undo a crappy spell," answered Christopher.

"Oh, shut up," Wyatt sighed in defeat. He shifted closer to Chris. 'Can I?' he asked not wanting to offend his brother.

'Yes.' Christopher answered immediately. 'Hell, he's me and, well, he probably needs it and, well...'

'Aw, you want a hug too?'

'I'll live.'

'Okay.' Wyatt carefully put an arm around Chris's shoulders. The Whitelighter jumped. "Shh, it's just me. Relax." the Twice Blessed gently forced Chris's head onto his shoulder, stroking his hair soothingly. Chris didn't move, but after a while Wyatt could tell he calmed down completely. At least until Leo decided to speak.

"So, Chris, what does Wyatt want you to do in our time?"

"What?" Chris glared at him.

"Dad!" Wyatt also glared.

"He's bounded," Leo looked as if he regretted, that he had to ask. "So we need to know, what to expect from him."

"I'm not..." Chris started to protest, but cut himself off. He sighed. "It didn't work." Wyatt hummed questioningly. "The bonding. It didn't work."

"It didn't?" the Twice Blessed asked in surprise.

"No, it's..." Chris hesitated, "...complicated."

"We have time," said Leo, settling on the floor comfortably.

"You have no chance to understand it," the Whitelighter grumbled.

"But I will, right? And Christopher?" asked Wyatt gently. Chris nodded. "Then tell us."

"But the future consequences..."

"Not again," Paige complained quietly. Phoebe shushed her.

"Tell everything you can," Christopher suggested. "And the rest leave to their imagination."

Chris looked at him in horror, "I rather not." Both brothers laughed. "That's not funny," Chris complained, but he too smiled slightly.

"So why it didn't work?" Wyatt returned to the question.

"I'm bound to Excalibur, that's why I can use it." Chris answered. "But Wyatt can't control me, because we already had the bond, which was stronger and it protected me from the bond Excalibur was creating."

"You have no idea how glad I am to hear that," Wyatt grinned at him.

"Well, my Wyatt was..." Chris frowned. "I don't even know. He didn't say anything, though he must have been really pissed off." The Whitelighter smiled. "But even if the bond didn't protect me I wouldn't do what Wyatt wanted anyway."

"You wouldn't?" asked Phoebe doubtfully.

"No," Chris grinned. "I live to disobey him." Both brothers laughed again.

"But how could you have the bond with Wyatt before Excalibur?" asked Piper.

"Future consequences," Chris replied shortly.

"Aw, come on!" Phoebe exclaimed.

"Is Wyatt evil in your future?" asked Leo out of the blue.

"What?" screeched Piper. Chris winced. Wyatt tightened his hold around his shoulders. He and Christopher guessed that already. "My son would never be ev-"

"He's the Source," Chris deadpanned. There was a deadly silence.

"Oh," Wyatt said finally. Being evil was one thing, but being the Source was a whole new league.

"How did that happen?" asked Piper in despair.

"I don't know!" Chris growled. "I'm here to find out and stop it!" He jumped to his feet and started pacing. "There is a million things that could have gone wrong. And you aren't helping with your constant refusal to go after some demon once in a whole week! I mean, you're the Charmed Ones or not?" The Whitelighter looked down as he felt that he stepped on something. "Great!" he bend down and picked the sword from the ground. "Excalibur, home." The sword disappeared in black orbs. "Where was I?"

"You were going to explain to us how you can have telekinesis, not to mention that you can cast spells," Paige smirked.

"I..." Chris started to protest, but he remembered, that he used it earlier. "Oh," he shrugged. "Well, I'm half Whitelighter half witch."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Leo accused.

"Future consequences," said Chris, getting a groan from the Charmed Ones and the Elder in reply. But they didn't say anything more. Having Wyatt here was very handy.

"I'm curious," said Christopher. "Why little Wyatt raised his shield on you?"

"Oh, that," Chris smiled. "I'll show you." He turned to Wyatt, "Can you stand?"

"Sure," the Twice Blessed got up.

"Step away a little, we don't want them to be throw away with your shield," Chris smirked.

Wyatt chuckled, shaking his head and walked away from the family, "What now?"

The Whitelighter walked to him and assessed the distance. He shifted a bit closer, "Try to sense me."

"I'm sensing you," Wyatt frowned.

"No, like the little Wyatt." Chris instructed. "Emotions, intentions and essence of the being."

Wyatt reached to Chris again and did what he was told. And found nothing. Absolutely nothing. Chris was so tightly closed off and it felt so unnatural and creepy that his first instinct was to throw his shield up for protection. Chris smirked.

"I've never met someone so closed off," Wyatt blinked in bewilderment.

"I had to," Chris shrugged. "My future is not really the best place for an empath. By the way I might have the spell to send you back. And" he turned to Charmed Ones, "no word. They don't belong here. They shouldn't even be here. Maybe I need to use memory dust on you all."

"Don't you dare," Wyatt growled.

"Just the thought," Chris raised his hands up in surrender. "Geez."

"If we can, then let's go," Christopher walked to Wyatt. "We have demon to hunt."

"Right," Wyatt smiled at Chris. "Take care."

"But," started Piper, but Chris already said the spell and the boys disappeared. "Chris!"

"Gotta go!" the Whitelighter cried. "Demons to hunt, Wyatt to save. Bye!"

"But," Piper said to the empty air, again. "I'll kill him!"

The end