Date: Mon, 3 Mar 2008 22:01:38 -0600 From: blade77706555@gmail.com Subject: the next charmed line chp 29 All rights to the Halliwells and Charmed go to The WB and Aaron Spelling and Brad Kern. This is a spin-off of the original tv show and i have no control of what actually happens in there lives. If it is illegal for you to be reading this story obviously stop reading it. This is a story involving sex between more than one male. This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives. Hello guys once again, and welcome to another chapter of Charmed LOL. I hope you enjoyed the last chapter and sorry that it took me so long to do this chapter, but hey it gets really crazy. I mean I knew what was going to happen in it, it was just putting all the ideas together was some hard work. I'm going to have to say out of all 29 chapters so far this is the one that took the most work. I knew I was going to have trouble with it after I had all that trouble with chapter 27, but well this one was a lot harder so please appreciate it, and send feedback. Thanks for all the feedback I've been getting and I think I got to everyone and if I didn't get back to you then let me know. I promise you this is not as easy as it looks. Oh and one more thing, I'm asking you in advance to please forgive me for what I do in this chapter. I know you're probably wondering what that is, but you'll see soon enough. And once again do not skip down to see what it is, because I promise you, if you did it in the other chapters, and it may have not had an effect, I'm telling you it really will in this one, so read the whole thing, and don't just skip down and skim through it. Now on with the story. I stood there motionless staring at the girl, who I never seen before, but I know she is my future daughter. Not by what she said, but by her looks. She looked more like Patty then anyone, but there were still some features of mine that she had in her that I could not deny. Her beautiful hair was mixture of mine and Wyatt's. She was in between both of our skin colors, but other than that, she mostly resembled me just like the girls do, except for Patty, who is almost a splitting image of Wyatt if he were a girl. "Penny!" I shouted excitedly as I ran up and hugged her tightly. I quickly pulled away from her to look her up and down and see how she turned out. She looked to be about eighteen right now, so that must mean that the others are in their twenties. "Wow, I just can't believe that you're here," I said amazed. "I mean, wow," I smiled at my youngest daughter who I haven't even conceived yet, but I'm still happy that she's here. "Its good to see you too," she smiled back. She had Wyatt's smile that was just so perfect. Penny couldn't believe that she was here. Face to face with me. Someone she has never seen in so long. Someone who she's only dreamed about seeing again ever since she was little. It was hard for her, especially since I died when she was only eleven, which was way to soon for her. She had the least amount of time to get to know me than the others, but the time she spent with me was well, and she'd give everything just to have that again. Penny then looked over to see another person who she never got to see, because of death that was all too soon. "Uncle Chris," she muttered looking at him up and down. Its been a pretty long time since she's seen him, but she's heard so much about him. How he was the one who came back and saved her dad and everything, though she never knew all those stories when she was growing up or else she would have spent more time with him. She slowly walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. "Its so good to finally meet you again," she said. "Believe me the pleasure is all mine," Chris responded, wrapping his arms around Penny and hugging her back. This was just as much of a shock to Chris as anyone. His own niece was happy to see him. Not that he didn't think that she would be, but he didn't expect her to have this much love for him. After all he wasn't her parent, neither was he her guardian after I died. It seems as though he must have had a close relationship with Penny in the future, and if this is what it brings him, Chris hopes that he can continue to be a great Uncle to all of his nieces and nephews in the future. Penny slowly pulled away from her Uncle as she still wore the smile on her face. You could tell that Penny was a little different from her sisters. She was loving and a kind hearted girl. From the way she smiled, it was like she was an angel sent from above. Her smile could light up even the darkest rooms, and bring happiness to the most depressed person in the world. It was hard to believe that she came from a world that Prue said was in chaos. "So Penny," I started. "What brings you to the past," I asked. Don't get me wrong. I was happy to see her, but there had to be something that brought her here, like it did for Prue and Robert. The funny thing is now I have all three of my daughters here who make up the future power of three female side. Penny turned around to look at me in the eyes. Hers were emerald green like Chris', which was funny that, it happened, since most of our kids had blue and brown eyes like mine and Wyatt's. "Oh, I'm sorry, I almost forgot," she chuckled. "A few years ago my older sister Prue came here, and well she hasn't returned, and then all of a sudden, Patty just disappeared off the face of the Earth," she went on. "So we used a to find a lost witch spell and it brought me right here," she explained. "Us?" I questioned. Who else could she have brought with her. If she did bring anyone else with her that could be really dangerous. Someone could be down here right now changing the future as we speak, even though that's the whole plan Chris and I came up with, by having me not die in the future which his going to something hard to do since we're put in harms way just about everyday. Penny quickly froze. She knew she wasn't suppose to tell me that her brothers were with her, though she kept wondering what happened to them since she has somehow appeared here. "Well um-," Penny was about to speak, but was interrupted, by a loud boom that came from the attic. I shook my head angrily knowing exactly what it was. Patty and Prue were at it again and I can't believe they're fighting like this when they're in their twenties. Right now they're acting like they're five. I now know I'm in for a long ride with these two when they get older. I just can't imagine the fighting that they're probably going to do, and just wait till they both learn how to use they're powers while they're still young. Why couldn't they just be like me, Chris, and Wyatt. We have our disagreements, but we don't fight like they do. From what I've seen, Patty and Prue fight like cats and dogs. I was just about to head up the stairs, but before I could, the girls started coming down. That saved me a whole lot of trouble than going up the stairs. Patty was the first to come down, and Prue was not too far behind, but Robert was the last one in line. I was hoping since he was a guy he could handle the whole situation. That's the only reason why I left him up there, but I guess not. Those two were so mad that they didn't even notice Penny right away. "Mom, Prue's up in the attic calling me a bitch," Patty tattled on her older sister. You could really tell that they were related by the little rivalry they had towards each other, but deep down inside, no matter how much they fought you could tell that they really cared for one another, even if they didn't show it. "That's because you are one," Prue said to Patty. "She's the one in there saying that she's better than me, because she's all 'I'm the ruler of the world'," Prue mocked. "That's because I am," Patty said confidently. "You are not," Prue said. "Am too," Patty yelled back. "Are not," "Am too," "Are not," "Girls!" I shouted causing the whole upstairs hallway to shake a little. "That will be enough of that today," I told them. I might be happy to see them, and glad that they're here, but I'm still pregnant, and there's only so much I can take from them. "When are you two going to understand? You're sisters and you should be working together, not fighting," I lectured them. "You girls make up part of the power of three, and without that everything that I died for in the future would be lost!" "No," Prue spoke out. "There reason why we can't be the power of three is because someone over there decided to turn evil," Prue pointed out. "Shut up, Prue," Patty hissed. "No, you shut up," Prue said back. "Why don't you make me," Patty challenged. "With pleasure," Prue said as her and Patty began to get closer. I could see exactly where it was leading so I quickly got in between them both and pushed them apart as they continued arguing over my shoulder. Penny looked intensely as her two older sisters argued. This wasn't something Penny saw going on often. When I died, Penny went to live with Patience and her family so she really never saw that much of them, unless Patience would go take her to visit, but that was like once a month, which wasn't nearly enough for Penny. It hurt her so bad that she couldn't see her two sisters as much as she wanted, but when she heard about Patty turning evil that was something that she couldn't believe. She might have just been a teenager, but she still understood what they meant when Patty was the new Source. It was hard on her, even though she never really had that big of a relationship with Penny, but when I died those two got close, and Penny really made Patty feel like she belonged, but that was only for a few months before they both separated and went to different families. "Prudence, Patrica," Penny whispered as she slowly started stepping closer to the fighting sisters. The feuding woman stopped their fight only to look at who was calling them, and it was by their full name to be exact. There really wasn't many who would call them by their full names, knowing how much they hated it. The voice was so soft and gentle. Knowing they heard that voice somewhere before they both turned at the same time to see their baby sister standing right there next to me. "Penelope," they both whispered. Penny smiled and nodded, excited to see her sisters after so long. How much she missed them and how she wished that they were all home so that they could all be a family like they were before the whole thing happened. Patty and Prue forgot all about their fight and ran right over to Penny and hugged her at the same time. I was pretty sure that Prue and Patty both knew that they were in a group hug and partly they were hugging each other, but they didn't seem to care. They were just so happy to see their baby sister, who was now all grown up and almost out of her teenage years. "Its so good to see you again," Prue smiled. "I'm happy to see you too," Penny smiled back. As she was hugging her sisters, Penny was able to look past there heads and see someone else that she hasn't seen for a long time. "Robert," she muttered happily. She pulled away from her sisters only to go pull her older brother into a tight hug, even though he might have been taller and stronger than her. "Hello brother," she said soothingly. "Wow," was all Robert could say. "Its good to see ya sis," he replied. Chris and I looked on and smiled seeing part of the family together. It was the best sight in the world. I was even more happy that right now Prue and Patty were putting aside their differences for Penny. That's what makes them the older and more mature sisters, even though from what I've seen it looks like Penny is the only mature one in the family, but after all she's been through I'm sure she had to mature fast. I could imagine how hard it was for he with me dying at a young age, and her having to grow up so fast. At least that was one thing her and my mother had in common. I will never forget all that Piper told me about Prue having to be the older sister and mature the fastest, because their mom died, just like me. I hate to put that on my kids. Things should be different and I'm going to see to it that things do change. As soon as Penny pulled back from Robert she realized that there was something wrong. There was someone missing who was there before. "Hey, where did grandma go," she asked as she looked around. "Oh she went downstairs to take care of some stuff," Chris was quick to answer. Piper saw that Penny and I were really having some bonding time and catching up so she thought it would be a good time to leave us and let us talk. "I think she might still be downstairs," Chris told her. "You want to see her," he asked. "Yeah," Penny said excitedly. "Me too," Patty added. Patty really wanted to meet the younger version of her grandmother. She's only seen the older one, but she's heard so many stories about her and how she was named after her. This is something that she's always dreamed about. Meeting the famous, strong, and short tempered Piper Halliwell. "Follow me," Chris asked them politely. 77777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777 Wyatt was sitting on the couch with his sons from the future sitting across from him. He had conjured up a carriage to place Patty in since she had fallen asleep, so he thought that right now would be a good time to talk to his future sons about the future. The whole time that they were talking Wyatt couldn't help but notice the resemblance that the three of them had. There was no doubt in Wyatt's mind that those three were his sons. If he couldn't go by what they told him, he could always rely on the looks, and that's how he knew that they weren't lying to him when they said that they were his sons from the future. Ryan had that built angry look that was Wyatt's. That look was sore of intimidating, but it would work on demons or anyone that would piss Wyatt off, so it was pretty safe to say that Ryan was the same way. Ryan was built just like his dad with many muscles and his hair was not as long as Wyatt's but it was still crazy. He was the exact same height as Wyatt was and his facial hair was almost like his except Ryan had more. Richard on the other hand was built as much as his brother, but he was still built. He had Wyatt's blond hair and blue eyes. Wyatt could also tell from how he met him that he picked up Wyatt's early teenage sense of humor, even though you could tell that Richard was probably in his twenties right now, but he was still a kid at heart, which was something Wyatt found a little hilarious. Richard and Ryan both took turns explaining to their father the why they were back in the past, and what was going on in the future. It was a long story and even though they were guys, it was still hard for them to tell everything that was going on. They started out by telling Wyatt the whole thing that happened with Chris and I dying, which almost caused Wyatt to nearly faint, hearing that I might die in the future. Little did he know that wasn't the half of it. After hearing that he walked out on his own kids after the whole thing happened almost drew him to tears, but Wyatt couldn't let his sons see him cry. That wouldn't look good on him as a father. "Oh," was all Wyatt could say after the whole story that his oldest and youngest sons had just told him. He couldn't really think of anything else to say. It would hurt him even more to think about what he's done. He knows surely that he probably helped turn Patty by walking out on her and leaving her without a word or anything. He even felt more ashamed for not even having the decency to show up at his mother's funeral. What he became in the future was far more worse than what his evil self was. When he was evil he might have hurt so many people, but he would have never walked out on his kids. Richard could sense how his dad was feeling. He was still a telepath like his Aunt Phoebe and Uncle Chris, but his power was a little bit greater than there's. While Phoebe and Chris could only feel the emotions of someone only within the same building as them, Richard could feel the emotions of just about anyone in the whole entire world, which was a little dangerous for him to control, but he was able to master it. "Dad, don't worry about it," Richard said softly. "It doesn't happen for a long time, and even though many people in the family haven't, I forgive you and I still love you," Richard told his father. Wyatt started to smile knowing that even after how much of a bastard he's been, his son still loves him, and already has forgiven him, which he knows is probably more than he could say for his other son and daughter, Prue and Robert. Wyatt finally knows why they're mad at him, and now knows why they've been treating him and I the way they do. "Thanks Rick," Wyatt said very thankfully. "Me too dad," Ryan added. "I know that it all happened for a reason, so don't worry," Ryan said. "You're still the best dad I could have ever asked for, and there's no one else who I'd rather have as a father other than you," he confessed to Wyatt. Growing up Ryan had the burden of being the oldest guy in the house, and when it came to when Wyatt had left and me dying, Ryan took on the role as the man of the whole family. Ryan always felt that he couldn't have done it without Wyatt teaching him everything he knew. "Come here guys," Wyatt told his sons. Richard and Ryan nodded and got up and walked over to their father, who as soon as they got close enough to him, pulled them into a very hard hug. In the future it was never unusual for the boys to hug their dad. As a matter of fact Wyatt would hug them just about everyday before they left to go to school, and he even continued it when they were all grown up and moved out of the house. That was just Wyatt. He might have seemed controlling and short tempered all the time, but he still has a loving and caring side for his family and everyone else who was important to him. Wyatt was just starting to enjoy the hug when he heard crying. He pulled away from his sons and looked down to see his young, infant daughter had woken up and now she was upset for some reason. Wyatt shook his head and picked her up out of the carriage and held her close to his chest, but she still wouldn't stop crying. "Is she like this in the future?" Wyatt asked. Rick and Ryan looked at each other before they broke out in laughter. "What's so funny," Wyatt asked a little angry. "Don't worry, dad, you'll see soon enough," Rick nodded. Wyatt just grunted frustrated. Though he knew it would mess up the future, he was pretty tired of hearing about all these little future consequences, but he knew that his sons weren't going to tell him anything so he figured he might as well just give up and pursuing why they're laughing at what he asked. Wyatt then put his attention back towards his new born daughter. He went down the line trying to figure out why she might be crying. She just woke up so she's not sleepy. He's held her close to his chest for awhile so she's not unhappy. Wyatt then put his hands on her diaper and it didn't feel like it needed to be changed, so that left only one other option. "I can't believe she's hungry again," Wyatt growled. "When was the last time you fed her," Ryan asked. "An hour ago!" Wyatt exclaimed which only made Patty start to cry even louder. "Darn it," he cursed himself. "Does she eat this much in the future," Wyatt asked his sons. "Yeah right," Ryan chuckled. "She eats a whole lot more in the future than she does now," Ryan informed his father. "I mean she could probably eat the whole pantry, but somehow she just stays skinny," Ryan said. Wyatt reluctantly nodded. "I guess that's something she gets from me," he said. Rick and Ryan began to slightly chuckle to themselves. "What's so funny," Wyatt asked his sons. Of course that was a little funny, but it wasn't so funny that they had to start chuckling like it was the funniest thing that they've ever seen. Rick and Ryan pointed right at Patty which made Wyatt even more confused than he already had been. Wyatt looked down to see his daughter was dripping from her diaper. Wyatt scowled as he begin to hold Patty away from him, seeing as she had already gotten his shirt wet and everything and now she was dripping on the floor. He knew his mom would kill him if she saw a big mess on the floor after she had just cleaned it that morning so Wyatt waved his hand and the puddle disappeared. He then snapped his fingers and changed his shirt. "Sorry, but will you guys excuse me for a minute, while I go change her diaper and give her something to eat," he said to his sons. Ryan and Rick understood and nodded at what their father asked. "Thanks," he said very thankfully. "Make yourselves at home, what's mine is yours," he informed them as he made his way over to the kitchen to change Patty's diaper which was really going to be a pain in the butt for him. Rick and Ryan took this opportunity to walk around the downstairs part of the manor. It just brought back so many memories. Some were happy and some were sad, but never were any of them bad memories except for one. They looked straight at the door and they almost saw the scene unfold right before their eyes. The same scene that they might have not saw for themselves, but could feel it happen. The scene where Shax had come through that door and killed me. It was the day that changed their lives forever. Rick was forever depressed and sometimes felt full of despair. Except for Penny, he was the only one who had the least amount of time to get to know me. Everyday he always wondered what his life would have been like if I had lived. Maybe the whole family would still be close, but in the future just about everyone has separated. Rick went to live with Robert, while he remembered his other siblings went else where, but they reunited when they got older, but Patty had turned evil by then. Ryan's life was forever changed too. He had to take responsibility for Penny. He might have had a family of his own, but to tell the truth he really wasn't ready to take responsibility for a ten year old little girl, but he knew he had to. He didn't want to disappoint me, and even though he might have been mad at Wyatt, he never wanted to disappoint him either, so he took on that burden of being the strong one of the whole family. At my funeral he didn't cry and never in his life has he shed a single tear knowing he had to be strong for the whole entire family since he was the eldest male. Patience was the oldest and she was strong, but Ryan felt like it was his duty to be stronger than her, even though she might have been older by maybe a minute or so. Soon as Penny was eighteen was when the whole family started to come together again, but it was only because their sister Patty had turned into the Source of all evil and the only way for them all to be safe was to stick together. There was one secret that Ryan did keep from the rest of the family. Deep down he knew that Patty really wasn't evil. She was just acting out from losing me. He remembered so much when she was little about how she felt that no one loved her, and how only I loved her and so on. If Ryan could do everything over again, he would try to let his sister know that he loved her and he cared no matter how much he picked on her. That brings him to why he's here. The whole point of him coming here was to see what happened to his sister. Prue had been her for so many years, so Robert was only suppose to go back in time to see how she was, but then he never came back which was odd. Next thing he knew, there was a report of Patty having disappeared off the face of the Earth which scared him, so Ryan, Richard, and Penelope decided to use a spell to find Patrica and here they were in the past. That reminded Ryan that his sister wasn't around and he's been worried. Where could she have gone if him, Penny, and Rick all used the same spell to get to the same place. Him and Richard were able to get here, so why wasn't Penny here. Ryan knew he had to find her. There was no telling where she could be, and how much she could be changing the future. "Ryan," A voice called out to him. Ryan knew that voice. At first he thought it was Rick, but then it was too high pitched to be his, and plus Rick was standing right next to him, so why not just tap him on the shoulder to get his attention, like he would usual do when they were with each other. Ryan looked up at the stairs and saw his youngest sister standing there. Just as he was starting to get worried about her, he finds her, with a few people he'd never thought he'd see again. Me and his Uncle Chris. He also saw his other siblings who he was also looking for, and hadn't seen in a long time. "Penny!" He shouted back. Penny quickly ran down the stairs and jumped into her brother's arms and hugged him tightly. She was so happy to see that he was okay after appearing in a place completely different from him, even though it might have been in the same house, but still that was a little scary. "Oh my gosh, I didn't know if you were okay or not," she said. "Same here," Ryan smiled. "I was worried about you, sis," Ryan said as he pulled away from her. "Don't you ever scare me like that again," Ryan warned sounding just like a parent. Well he sorta was since he was the one who took care of Penny when I died so you could almost call him Penny's dad, if only he was a little bit older, but he wasn't too much older than Penny. Ryan was able to look over Penny's should and see that his other siblings were right there too. "Prue, Rob, Patty," he shouted happy to see them. Prue and Robert were so happy that they followed Penny and ran up to both Ryan and Rick and gave them hugs. Its been so long since they've seen them. Everyday they've always thought about each other and how much they missed everyone and how things were in the future, even though Patty was evil. They were still close, just like siblings should be. Ryan felt like there was someone missing from the group. He looked up to see his younger sister, Patty still on the stairs next to Chris and I. She hadn't moved one inch. Her face showed that she was hurt because she was missing out on all of the family love ever since she was little, because she felt like she was always the unwanted child. Ryan didn't want her to feel that way anymore though. She might have been evil, but she was still apart of the family. That's part of what turned her evil. Ryan can't just blame it on me dying, but part of it was because everyone treated her so badly, and because of that she felt like she had no one after I was gone, so she had no choice but to go to the evil side. "Hey Patty," Ryan called to her. "How about coming over here and giving your big brother a hug," he smiled. More than anything, Patty wanted to run over there and hug her oldest brother, but she felt like she would be imposing on their family fun, and she didn't want to do that, even though she might be evil. She shook her head at Ryan saying, "its okay, Ryan, I think I'll pass," she said. Ryan was still determined though. "No come on, I insist," he said. "Its been a long time and I've missed you baby sis," he told her. Those words nearly broke her. Never in her whole life has she heard those words from anyone except me and Penny of course, but other than that, no one had ever said those words to her. Most of the time people would tell her how much they don't miss her, but now her own brother, who she really never got along with when she was young, was offering her brotherly love and affection, but Patty was torn between taking it or if she should just stay out of it and leave it to her siblings. "Thanks Ryan, but no thanks," she told him "I'm fine really," she lied. Ryan still wasn't going to take no for an answer, so he broke away from his other siblings and ran over to his sister, and before she could even make an attempt to get away, Ryan picked her up and had her in the biggest bear hug ever, which Chris and I found a little funny, seeing how they were really acting like brother and sister. Ryan then carried Patty all the way down the stairs ignoring her protest, as he still kept her in a tight hug. The funny thing was that Patty wasn't trying to use her powers to break free, and she could, but inside she really is enjoying all this love she's getting from her brother. "Hey don't forget me," Rick said running over to his brother as he saw him finally reach the bottom of the stairs. He joined in with his brother and hugged Patty. Patty right now was stuck in between her oldest and youngest brother like a sandwich. "Me too," Robert said going over to join the guys in hugging Patty. Now she was squeezed in between three guys and wrapped up like a taco, which was pretty funny seeing her trying to get away. "Don't forget us either," Penny said referring to both her and Prue who smiled as they made their way over there. Both of them joined in the group hug, and soon Patty was wrapped up just like a corn dog, and there was no chance of escape, so all she could do was just stand there as she was being hugged to death by all her siblings at once. Chris and I both looked on as we saw our future generation coming together as one family. We both looked at each other then back down at the siblings who were still showing love to that one who felt like she was never wanted. I knew right then that there was still hope for the family. Maybe it was possible for things to change and for Patty to feel accepted into the family. It might be easier said than done, but I won't give up on trying. Slowly Chris and I began walking down the stairs toward them as they were all laughing at Patty trying to get away. "Alright, you guys win," Patty said giving in, and all her siblings let her go. She sighed happy that she could finally breath, and she didn't have five people crowded around her. "Wow," I said getting all their attention. "This is something that I never thought I'd see," I smiled. I looked at all my kids who were just standing there in a line. "Ryan," I said and he smiled and nodded. "Robert," I said as I looked at him and he nodded and smiled like his older brother did. "Richard," I said to my son who I was pregnant with right now. He nodded also, to acknowledge that it was him, since I've never really seen him before. "Prudence," I said to my second oldest daughter. She nodded too. "Patrica," I asked the middle child, who nodded. "And Penelope," I said finally reaching the end of the line. She smiled at me and nodded. "Its so good to see all of you," I said walking into a group hug with all of them. "Y'all are all grown up," I stated. The hug lasted for a few minutes before I finally pulled away. I saw there was six faces, but I thought there should have been eight. "Wait a minute, there's two of you guys missing," I pointed out. "Where's Patience and Rolland," I asked. "Well," Ryan started. "Someone had to stay back in the past and watch your grandkids," he explained. "Oh," I nodded. "How many do I have," I asked. "Nice try mom, but I think I'll let you see that for yourself," Ryan said. Just as you thought things couldn't get any better or worse, Wyatt had entered the room. At first he didn't even notice that everyone had just come downstairs. He was so caught up with having to wash his hands and change Patty's diaper, that he didn't even notice that the whole family was here right now. "Okay, guys, I hope you didn't miss your dad too much, but you know how Patty gets sometimes," he laughed as he continued coming in, but completely froze when he saw a two girls he didn't know, but looked familiar. "Umm..Chris, who are those two girls right there," he asked. Patty was highly offended. Not only was her father insulting her, but he acted like he didn't know who she was, but she had forgotten that this was the past, and he hasn't seen her all grown up. "Dad," she hissed. Just seeing him right now made her blood boil like lava. She then threw out her hands and sent flames right his way trying to burn him. "Patty don't!" I shouted, but it was too late. I quickly blew a breath of cold air at the flames, causing them all to be extinguished. I then quickly got in front of Wyatt before she could attempt it again. Knowing Patty, she doesn't give up easily and I don't want her hurting Wyatt. Patty frowned at what I had just done. She couldn't believe I was still defending the guy after all that he did. "Why did you stop me?!" She asked angrily. "He deserved it," she said. "Patty stop it alright," I demanded. "This is not the time nor is it the place for this," I stated still standing firmly in front of my husband. I had to be careful, and watch her carefully to make sure that she didn't try anything that could harm Wyatt. If she does anything to him, it could effect Penny seeing as I'm not pregnant with her yet, and Penny is so beautiful right now and I don't want to lose her. "Wait a minute," Wyatt said realizing what I called the girl who just tried to attack him. "Did you just call her Patty," he asked. I nodded, but I didn't even look back at him. "You mean our Patty," he asked even more shocked, but I still nodded. He looked back up, not believing it. His own daughter had attacked him, and he wondered why, but then he remembered what his sons had told him. Wyatt had to think about it for a moment, and if it were him, he'd probably do the same. Wyatt slowly got in front of me and held his hands up for defense. Cautiously, he began to walk towards his daughter who he could see had hatred in her eyes, which hurt him a little. Nothing hurts more than to see that someone you love hates you and look at you that way. "Hey, Patty," he said calmly as he continued walking towards her. "Stay the fuck away from me, Wyatt," Patty hissed as she back away from her father. She was really heated and wanted nothing to do with him right now or ever again. She blames everything on him. Because of him, she had to go live with Prue, and the family became separated, because of him I died, since he decided to always be busy with his charges and didn't come down in time to heal me. The list just goes on and on, and Patty just doesn't want to be around Wyatt right now. "Excuse me little girl, don't you talk to me like that," Wyatt said back to his daughter who resented him. "I'm still your father, and that's who'll you'll address me as, not Wyatt." "You're no father of mine, and I will talk to you however I want," Patty spat back at Wyatt. "Hey, I was just back there changing your diaper and feeding you so I am your father," he stated. "Big deal! Just because you changed my diapers and fed me a couple of times when I was a baby doesn't make you my father," she pointed out. "Especially after you walked out on me," she gritted through her teeth. "THAT'S ENOUGH!" I shouted as I moved so that I was now standing in between them. "I'm tired of all this arguing and..." I couldn't continued, but I felt a pain in my stomach and I felt my head getting a little woozy. I couldn't hold myself up anymore. If it wasn't for the couch that was right in front of me, I would have fallen onto the floor. Lucky for me I was able to grab onto the back of it and hold myself up while I panted heavily . Wyatt took all his attention away from Patty only to put it all towards me. "Evans, you okay baby," he asked worriedly as he walked over to me and started rubbing circles around my back. "Yeah, I'm fine," I lied as I continued heavily panting. I tried to let go off the couch but nearly fell to the ground, but Wyatt was quick enough to catch me. Wyatt clearly didn't believe that. We've gone over the same thing over and over again each time that I was pregnant. It was clear that I had a lot of stress on me right now, so it was causing me to feel a little weak. "Maybe you should get some rest," Wyatt suggested as he helped me up so now I was standing up. I wasn't even standing on my own. I was leaning on Wyatt for support. Wyatt took this opportunity to pick me up and carry me bridal style. "You need to rest, Chris," he stated. Wyatt carried me, ignoring my protest, all the way back up to the bedroom in the manor, where he laid me under the covers and pinned me down there until I tried to stop getting away, and finally realized that Wyatt wasn't going to let me out of the bed. I just laid there and pouted like our little kids. Wyatt just chuckled a little seeing as he sees this just about every time he forces me to go to bed after I nearly pass out. "Wyatt, I'm fine," I repeated for the hundredth time. "Evans, you nearly fainted," he reminded me. "We've been over this before, and this isn't the first time this has happened, so its clear that you have a lot of stress on you and its not healthy for you while you're pregnant," he said concerned. "You just stay here and get some rest while I go into the kitchen and try to get you something to eat," he told me. "Wow, look at someone try to play doctor," I taunted . Wyatt just sighed. "Just wait here okay and try to get some rest," he asked and I nodded. "I'll come check on you in a few minutes," he told me as he opened the door and quietly left the room. He made his way back downstairs and back into the room where his children from the future were still sitting. Wyatt knew that they were probably worried, since Wyatt had carried me out of the room before they could even ask about me. Ryan was the first one to speak to Wyatt. "Is mom okay," he asked. His voice was full of concern. "Yeah he'll be fine," Wyatt assured his eldest. "He just needs to get some bed rest and he's gonna have to cut down on the stress or else your brother over there is going to be born premature," Wyatt informed them. "I don't see any problem with that seeing as he's already immature," Robert joked with his youngest brother. "Shut up!" Richard was quick to yell at Robert. The rest of the siblings just laughed. Its really been quite sometime since they've all really been able to laugh this much as a family. They sometimes wished that everyday was like this, but there were circumstances that were keeping that from happening, which they couldn't effect unless the things they came back to change were to change. Wyatt looked over at Patty who was not laughing at all. She must still be upset about the whole thing and feels left out. Wyatt just wishes that there was something that he could do to change his daughter, but he knows there's only one way that can happen, and that's for him to stop me from dying. Not just that, but now he has to give her more attention, and actually be a father to her, unlike his future self was. "Patty," Wyatt muttered as he began to try to make another truce with her. Patty looked over to see the man that she resented for the past six years calling her name. She knew that if she were to even be around him right now she'd probably end up blowing his brains out, and she still wants her baby sister around in the future so she knows she can't do that. "Look just save it," she snapped. "Stay the hell away from me alright," she warned her father. With that said, Patty just stormed off into the other room where she isolated herself away from the rest of the family. Penny saw the whole thing, and saw that it was hurting her dad. She figured there had to be something she could do to help. She didn't want the whole family to be like this, especially since they can't stay here for long. "I'll talk to her," Penny said as she followed after her older sister. "You okay dad," Robert asked. "Yeah I'm fine," Wyatt lied sadly. "I'm just going to go into the kitchen and get your mother some water," he said as he made his way to the kitchen, the whole time thinking about Patty and how bad he feels for walking out of her life. Wyatt walked over to the fridge and took out a bottle of water, thinking about Patty the whole time. His mind could not stay off of her. He looked down at her baby form who was still sleeping on the kitchen table. How could someone so sweet grow up to hate him the way she does, but Wyatt has no one but himself to blame for that one. When he made his way back up the stairs, he didn't even attempt to try to go after Patty knowing that she'd probably burn him to death. He made his way back to the room where he could see me lying down on the bed all tangled up in the covers. Wyatt smiled and shook his head at that sight. It wasn't really like me to get all tangled up like that. I rolled over to see Wyatt standing at the door way smiling. Obviously he thought me being tangled in the covers was pretty funny, but I can't say I wouldn't be laughing he it were him in the covers and not me. "Can I get out of bed now please," I begged. Wyatt responded by shaking his head and setting the water bottle on the night stand right before he climbed into bed on top of me, and rested his chin on my head playfully. "Did I say that you could get in bed with me," I asked. "Nope," he said instantly. "Now ask me if I care," he taunted with a smirk. "I'm your husband, so I shouldn't have to ask permission to get in bed with you," he stated. "Yeah, I must have forgotten," I laughed. "So do you really care," I asked with a hint of reminder in my voice. Wyatt was able to sense exactly what I was talking about. He knew this probably wouldn't be a good time to talk to me about this, because of the position that I'm in, but then again, he knows that all I'm going to do is pursue it until I actually talk to him. "You mad at me?" He asked referring to the whole thing with Patty and him walking out on her. "How can I be mad at you for something you haven't done yet," I pointed out. "Disappointed yes, but mad no," I told him. "Right now I'm only focused on saving Patty and nothing else. Wyatt I would say that there was a good reason for you doing what you did, but I can't because there is no reason for a father to walk out on his kids, and leave them to fend for themselves." Wyatt just nodded knowing that was fair enough. "Wyatt, can I ask you a question?" "Sure," he said. "Is the only reason that you're around is because of me," I questioned. "What do you mean," Wyatt asked not understanding. "I mean, is the only reason that you're here with your kids is because you feel like you have to be, because I'm making you," I restated the question. "Of course not," he said soothingly. "I love you and the kids, and I want to be here with you guys," he went on. "I mean I'm worried about you and the kids every moment that you guys are out of my sight," he said. "Then tell me something, Wyatt," I started. "Why would you walk on on the kids when I died," I asked simply. "I don't know," Wyatt said. "I really don't. I mean, I would have to ask my future self that question," he told me. There was a whole moment of silence after that. Neither of us didn't have anything to say. Wyatt just got off of me and headed for the door. "You need to get some rest okay," he told me. "Its not good for you to be stressing out right now," Wyatt stated. "We'll talk more about this later," he said as he walked out the door, not even giving me a chance to reply. 77777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777 Wyatt was really starting to get worried about me and the baby, Richard. Ever since our kids from the future have been here, I haven't been eating much nor I have I been getting a lot of sleep. I nearly fainted just about all the time and thats not a good sign. Wyatt has even had to take me to the hospital a couple of times to make sure that the baby was okay, and somehow luck has been on our side just about every time since each time we've gone to the doctor, she's assured us that Richard is okay. Wyatt is also getting sick and tired of his daughter's attitude towards him, even though he might deserve it. Everyday Wyatt's tried to make conversation with Patty, but every time it just ends the same with Patty telling him how much she hates him and how hes not her father, but only because DNA says so. Patty won't even tell Wyatt anything about how her child life has been ever since he left her without starting up an argument about how much she hates him. Penny has tried to talk to Patty about maybe forgiving her dad, but if there was one thing that Patty had gotten from me is that she doesn't forgive Wyatt easily. From the looks of it, there is no telling if she will ever be able to forgive Wyatt. Wyatt sensed Patty in a place that he dared not go, but he knew this was the only way he could even try to make a mens with his daughter. This probably wasn't going to end well, but there was nothing else Wyatt could think to do. He closed his eyes and orbed to the park where he saw Patty sitting on a bench watching as everything went on in front of her eyes. This must be the park that I would always take Patty when she was a little girl. No wonder why she came her. Patty sat on the bench almost in tears as she watched all the families playing together in the park. It brought back so many memories of me and her. If Patty could she would give up all her powers just to have things the way they were before she lost me. This place was her favorite place to come ever since that day. She would make a visit out here once a week, just because it brought back some good memories. Flashback... "Alright Patty, you better hide," I warned her as I placed my head on the tree and closed my eyes and began counting. "1, 2, 3, 4..." I went on and on. Her and I were playing hide and seek. One of her favorite games to play when we come to the park for some reason. Patty looked around and tried to see a good place to hide. She there really weren't many places that she could hide, seeing as the park was really open and it wasn't really meant for hiding, but maybe she could try to trick me. Patty quickly over to the bench and got under it and stayed there hoping that I wouldn't find her. "98, 99, 100," I said as I finally got done counting. "Ready or not Patty here I come," I told her as I got up and looked around. It didn't take me, but a few seconds to see that she was hiding under the benches. I smiled, but I had to give her credit, since there really wasn't many places to hide. I decided to play with her for a little bit before I actually surprised her. "Where's Patty," I said in a playful little voice. I wondered around the park, but didn't go anywhere near the benches at first. "Is she under here," I said looking under the swings to see her not there. "Oh no where could she have gone," I acted. I continued going around the park and still didn't go anywhere near the benches. "Where's Patty, where's Patty," I kept saying as I wondered the park. Each time, I said that I started to look in a spot that was closer and closer to the benches. I finally came and sat down on the bench that she was under. "Wow, I give up," I sighed. "I don't think I'll ever be able to find Patty," I lied. "Unless, she's under here," I said quickly looking down underneath the benches to reveal Patty's hiding place. "There she is," I said playfully. "Come here Patty," I said. Patty just laughed and decided she wanted to play some more. She crawled the opposite way of me and decided to take off to see if I could really catch her, before she hit base. I smiled and shook my head at what she was doing. I couldn't believe she was really doing this. I jumped up and ran after he, but I was able to catch her before she hit the base. I grabbed her and playfully pushed her to the ground and soon we were both rolling around on the ground, which was probably getting dirt on the both of us, but we didn't seem to care. "Thought you could get away from me didn't you," I said as I began tickling her on the stomach. Patty tired to get away, but I quickly secured her on my lap and I continued tickling her on the stomach, until I knew she couldn't take no more . "I love you mommy," she said. "Love you too Patty," I replied. End of flashback... A tear fell down Patty's check as the memory ended. That was the last trip we ever made to the park together. That was the day when Patty had lost what mattered most to her. It was her fourteenth birthday, and that's when she lost me to death. Every time she came to the park that memory would play in her head over and over again, but never did Patty get tired of seeing it. Wyatt, seeing his daughter in pain, just wanted to orb away and leave. Maybe right now wasn't the best time. No, he couldn't. Walking away from problems is what got Patty angry at him, and right now she looks like she needs him more than ever, and he can't just walk out on her. Wyatt slowly inhaled a deep breath knowing this was going to be hard, but luckily he knew she wouldn't use her powers on him, since they are still mortals playing around in the park. Slowly and silently Wyatt came and took a seat next to his daughter. He let his arms rest on the back of the bench, as he waited to see if Patty would notice if he was there. "So," he started making his presence known to her. "I can you have some pretty good memories here," he said. Patty instantly looked over to see the person sitting next to her was the father who she hated so much right now. Quickly she wiped her tear away from her eyes. She couldn't let him see her cry. She was the Source of all evil, and she's not suppose to cry. "What do you want, Wyatt," Patty gritted through her teeth. "First of all, its 'dad' to you," he reminded her. "Second, I was hoping that we could try to work things out," he said. "You had your chance to work things out with me when I was fourteen, but now its too late," she hissed at him like a poisonous snake. "The only reason why I haven't blown you up is because without you Penny won't be born, otherwise you'd be dead right now" she said as she got up to leave. Wyatt felt like he's let this go on for long enough and its time to put an end to it, here and now. As quick as Patty got up, Wyatt threw out his hand and grabbed her arm before she could get away. "Sit down," he demanded. "What did you say," Patty asked shocked how her father was reacting to her. "I said sit down," he repeated even firmer. "You're not my father, and you can't tell me what to do," she said. "Yes I am, whether you like it or not," he told her. "Let me go," she demanded. "Or else I'll orb," she warned. "Nice try, but you forget, I'm your father, and I can ground your orbs, so don't even try it," he replied back. "Now will you please sit down so we can talk," he asked calmly. "Why," she frowned. "I want us to make up," he stated simply. "Why?" She repeated again. "Its not like you care," she said. "You never gave a damn about me," she told him. "You were never there for me, ever!" Patty was really starting to let out some frustration that she's wanted to tell her father for a long time. "Look, I'm sorry, and I know its not nearly enough, but I want you to please give me another chance," he said, but he saw that Patty wasn't cracking. "If not for me please do it for Chris," Wyatt pleaded. "Mom," she muttered. "How's he doing," she asked worried. "Not good," Wyatt stated. "Not good at all, because he's so stressed out and I've had to take him to the doctor so many times, I don't know how much longer he's going to be able to take this, so I thought maybe if you and I were to work things out maybe he'll start to get better," Wyatt said. Patty nodded in agreement. She didn't want to punish me for anything that Wyatt did. Especially since she only has less than fourteen more years to spend time with me. "Where do you want to start," she asked calmly for the first time as she talked to Wyatt. "I don't know, I mean you could start off by telling me how have you been ever since you know..." he suggested. "To tell you the truth there is no words that describes how I feel to tell you honestly," she replied back. "I mean how would you feel if that one person who means a lot to you, just goes away," she asked Wyatt. "Well, I can't say I know how it feels to lose that one person," Wyatt said honestly. "But I can say that I know how it feels to have someone that you love with all your heart and would die for look at you with hatred," he stated. "And for you to know that they hate you." Patty turned and looked at her father in his blue eyes. "Dad I don't hate you," she said. "I never did and I really never could," she told him. "I just said those things, because I just wanted to hurt you and make you feel how I felt when you just left me," she stated. "Mission accomplished," Wyatt said. Patty felt herself about to cry again, but she just kept holding it all back. Just like she did when I died. The only time she cried was that night she saw them carrying me away, but other than that, she's really kept it inside. She felt like she had to be strong for Patty and Rick. Patty looked over to see Wyatt smiling at her. "What?" she asked. "Nothing, its just that sad face," he said. "It belongs to your mom," he smiled. "It does?" Patty asked. "Trust me, that's one trait you get from him," Wyatt stated. "I've seen that pout so many times, its not even funny anymore," Wyatt told Patty. Patty just chuckled for awhile, before her mood all of a sudden just changed like that. "You know when I was little and after the whole thing happened...the whole family was still together, and Penny and I were best friends through the whole thing, even though she was just ten when it all happened," Patty stated. "It was just...I don't know. Ever since we all separated I just felt like I had no one around, and that's how I felt when mom died," she said. "But I had no one to blame for it, but myself," Patty said as her eyes began to water. "What do you mean," Wyatt asked. "It was all my fault, that mom died," she said. "If I hadn't been there, then this whole thing wouldn't have happened," she told her father. "Mom wouldn't have been so distracted with me, and he would have been able to protect himself, but he was so worried about me getting hurt," she stated. "Patty, look at me," Wyatt said cupping her face in his hands. "It was not your fault," he told her. "Evans is stubborn, and he would have given his life a thousand times to save you or anyone else if he had to," Wyatt stated. "I know," she said sadly. "Dad," she said for the first time. "I'm sorry," she said. "For what," he asked. "The way I've been treating you," she said. "Its okay, I deserved it after I walked out on you," he said back. "No you didn't," she said. "And that wasn't the reason why I was mad at you," she said, which confused Wyatt. "Its just that all this time I felt like it was my fault that mom died, and I felt that if I put the blame on you then maybe all the pain would go away," she stated. "But I was wrong," she said. "It still hurts me inside that I will never have someone to love me again." "Patty," Wyatt whispered to his daughter. "I love you sweetie," he said. "And I'm not going anywhere, you hear me," he stated as he pulled her into a tight hug and let her cry onto his shoulder. Wyatt could help them, but place a soft kiss on her. He was able to make up things with his daughter and that was more than a victory for him. That's all he wanted right now, and he was not going to let something like this get in the way of his relationship with any of his kids. From now on he was going to treat them equal. He loved them all the same. That's the way it should be and thats how it was going to be. 77777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777 I had walked out of the room holding my stomach that was still in pain. I just wish that this pain would go away, but it doesn't look like that will be happening any time soon. I could barely walk right now, but it wasn't like I was going to let that handicap me from doing anything. I held on tightly to the rail as I slowly walked down the stairs. I knew Wyatt had gone to find Patty, and well I don't know where the rest of the kids are. Right now I was hungry so my mind was set on the kitchen. I was hoping that some saltines and milk would be able to cure this morning sickness like it always does when I'm pregnant. I was so close to the kitchen when I got busted, since I really wasn't suppose to be out of bed. "Mom," a man said. I turned around to see my eldest son right there looking at me with his arms crossed over his chest. That made him look so much like Wyatt right now. "What are you doing out of bed," he asked with a little frustration in his voice. "I promised dad that I wouldn't let you out of bed, and he said he told you to call me if you needed anything," Ryan lectured just like Wyatt would. "I'm fine, Ryan," I shrugged as I made my way to the cabinet and got some saltines. "I don't know why you and your father are making this a big deal," I said. "Maybe because I want to get my little brother here without any negative effects," Ryan stated. "Trust me, he'll be fine," I assured my son. "I've already had six, who made it here without any bad effects so trust me, he'll be here without any too," I stated. I noticed that the house was pretty quiet. "Where's everyone else," I asked. "Grandma took them grocery shopping," Ryan said. "They should be back here any minute though," he told me. "Why didn't you go with them," I asked. "Because I'm suppose to be here taking care of you," he said. "Wow, I'm suppose to be grown, but now I've sunken so low to where I have to be babysat by my own son," I said which caused a little laughter to go on in the house. Next thing I knew the door was being opened and in came Piper with the rest of the family. Each of their hands were full with bags of groceries. Poor kids. I actually feel sorry for them knowing how Piper is when she does her shopping. I'm sure it was either come with me or get blown up. "Hey Evans what are you doing up," Piper asked. "What, did Wyatt tell you that I wasn't suppose to be up either," I asked and Piper nodded. I grunted saying, "you know for a husband he is pretty annoying. I don't know how we stayed married for almost ten years." "Please mom, I'm sure dad is wondering the same thing," Richard said aloud, which caused just about everyone in the house to start laughing so hard they could barely stand up, except for me who was not laughing at all. "Richard Leo Halliwell!" I shouted angrily. My mood swings were really starting to kick in now. I don't usually call my kids by their full names, but Richard is really starting to make me angry. "What?!" Penny said confused. "Mom, I thought you named him Richard Leo Da-," just as she was about to say it, Robert covered her mouth. "She thought I named him what," I asked. "Nothing mom," Robert said still covering Penny's mouth. "No, I want to know, what did she think I named him," I pursued. Robert was silent for a moment. "Well, we can't tell you that," he said. "I know, you're probably tired of hearing it, but there's future consequences," Robert said letting go of Penny. "Come on Robert, what harm could telling me his name do," I asked. "Trust me it could do a lot," he said with a hint of suspense in his voice. I was just about to pursue it even more, but the doorbell rang. I was wondering who it could have been. It wasn't that it was a bad time, but I don't think Piper or Dad was expecting anyone, so that's what really got me. I just left the situation alone for now and went straight to answer the door. Hopefully there's not a demon on the other side. Slowly I put my hand to the knob and twisted it, but I was quick to swing it open. The person on the other side was someone who it feels like years since I've seen, but I wasn't expecting him to show up on the door step, though he is always welcomed here. "Daughtry," I muttered. "Evans," he replied. I moved out of the doorway only to give Daughtry the biggest hug I've given him in years. "Wow, its so good to see you," I said happily. "You too, and might I add, I heard that you have another kid on the way," he said. "Whoa, who'd you hear that from," I asked. Not many people know, except for the family and I really don't know who all talks to Daughtry since I really haven't talked to him since I moved back to California. "That's for me to know and for you to find out," he said. "So," I said moving onto another subject. "What brings you here," I asked. "Oh, I was on vacation from work so I decided to come down here and visit family for a few days and I thought since I'd be in the neighborhood, I might as well drop by and say hello," he explained. "Wow, I don't know what to say," I said. "I mean, its been so long. Do you want to come in," I offered. "No thanks," he said very politely. "I need to get going, since my family expected me to be home like half an hour ago, so yeah," he told me. "Well it was nice seeing you again," I stated. "Do you think we'll be able to hang out before you go back? "Sure thing," he said. "You know I wouldn't come all this way to not have had some fun with my best friend," he told me. "Okay, you have my number right," I asked making sure. "Yeah, I hope it hasn't changed," he said. "Nope," I said. "Alright then, well I guess I'll get going, but remember I'll be in town for a few days so one of these days we have to hang out," he said. "Don't worry, we will definitely be hanging out," I promised. "Okay, see ya," he said leaving patio of the manor. As he was leaving I noticed something odd that was right behind him. I don't know if it was demonic or what. There was a black cloud right behind him, and that's not something I've ever noticed. This was starting to get me worried, but maybe its something to do with him being a phoenix, but then again why don't I have it. For some reason this black cloud is following him wherever he goes. I have to make sure I look that up in the magic book. Black clouds are always a sign of death, but hopefully its not one for Daughtry. I decided to leave that alone right now. Wyatt told me not to stress out, and if he sees me stressing out at all he's probably going to lock me in a room with him, and all I'll be able to do is sleep. As I closed the door and turned back around, I saw blue orbs appearing. I didn't know who it could be since just about he whole family is half white lighter these days. I waited for the orbs to clear to see that it was Wyatt, but the weird thing was he had Patty with him, and she wasn't yelling at him. They must have worked things out after all. "Patty, Wyatt," I said acknowledging them both. "Its about time you two worked out your issues," I laughed. "I swear I never thought I was going to be able to relax again, because of you guys," I joked. I walked right over to the couch and laid right down and made myself comfortable. Wyatt smiled and walked over to where I was and playfully pushed my legs off the couch so he couch sit there. "Hey!" I grunted. Wyatt just shrugged his shoulders like it wasn't a big deal. Soon the other five kids came in the room and it was now a big family reunion. "We heard mom, scream is everything okay," Robert asked. "Everything is fine," Wyatt nodded. "Your mom was just throwing a tantrum because I moved his legs, but he'll get over it," Wyatt said. I frowned at Wyatt just wanting to kill him right now, but I don't want my kids to watch me murder their father, so I held back. "Ugh," I cried out in pain as I felt a kick in my stomach. If always having morning sickness, sore nipples, and vomiting just about five times a day wasn't enough, I had to feel the baby kicking my stomach just about ever hour. I looked down at my belly then back up at adult Richard, who was giving the best innocent look he could. "What, I didn't do anything," Richard said innocently like he didn't know what was going on. Right when he said that his baby self kicked my stomach once more causing me to growl at his adult form. Wyatt leaned over and started to rub my stomach soothingly which caused the baby to stop kicking. At least for now. "Are you a daddy's boy," I asked as I leaned back on the couch. "Who? Me?!" Richard asked confused. "No," he lied. "I love you both the same," he said. "I don't think I like either of you more than the other, alright," he continued on. Wyatt and I looked at each other, knowing that he was lying. We knew that he was a daddy's boy, but he just didn't want to admit it. Just thinking about that made us both start to chuckle. I couldn't believe this. All of our kids are here and grown up, and Patty has forgiven Wyatt, even though you never would have expected her to by how she was acting towards him when she got here, but I'm just glad things were able to be worked out. "So what about the rest of you guys," Wyatt said looking up at the rest of them. "Surely more of you has to love me," he asked. "Well, you guys are basically even," Ryan smiled. "All the girls love mom, and well all of the boys love you dad," Ryan explained. "Yes!" Wyatt cheered. "So looks like my team is almost here," he taunted. "I'm not worried," I said. "I can wait three more years for Penny to come out," I said back. "Cute, Evans, just cute," Wyatt said leaning over and kissing me on the cheek. "Okay guys could you please stop," Ryan asked. Wyatt and I just ignored him and he pulled me into a hard kiss. He went on hard pressing his lips against mine and sticking his tongue in my mouth, without even waiting for me to give him the okay to enter. I responded by sucking on his tongue causing him to moan in pleasure. "Eww!" The girls screamed as they all covered up there faces. Wyatt and I finally pulled away, because we didn't want to really keep grossing our kids out. "Oh, shut," I said. "How do you eight think y'all were born," I reminded them. "Thanks for that reminder," Richard said. "You're welcome," I said smiling at my youngest son. "Oh and by any chance do you play soccer," I asked. "I mean you kick more than all of your brothers and sisters combined," I stated. "Yeah right," he smiled back. "Just wait until you're pregnant with Penny," he said. "She's actually the one who plays soccer," he told me. I just sighed and slumped on the couch. "Why did I have to open my big mouth," I said to myself. 77777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777 [Sorry I accidentally wrote this part in third person and I'm too lazy to rewrite it so enjoy] Evans was laying in bed panting, making Wyatt very concerned. It was obvious that he was having another nightmare. He's been having them ever since he saw Patty and how evil she became. Ever since then Evans really hasn't been getting a good nights sleep which isn't good for him or the child that he's carrying. All this stress is causing him to have panic attacks nearly every hour. "Patty, Patty, no," Evans was saying while he was sleep. Dream... "Patty go to back to bed I'll be up there in a minute!" I shouted to my daughter who just stood there motionless. I was scared for what else was about to come and I didn't want her to have to witness all of this at such a young age. Shax came in with a tornado causing everything in the house to go move everywhere. He then shot lightening from his hands and it went straight for Chris, but I went and pushed him out of the way causing me to get sent flying back and hit the wall so hard that my head cracked open. Chris tried to get up, but then he was sent back against the wall even harder and his head was bleeding more than mine. "Just like your mother," Shax said before he left using his same tornado. Patty ran down to my aid crying, "Mommy, mommy please don't leave me!" Soon the whole scene changed. I was back at the manor, but it seemed a lot different from the first time. I don't know what was changed about it, but it just looked different. I expected it to be me to come through the front door, but the two people who walked through the front door wasn't me and Chris. It was Piper and my mother, Prue. At first I didn't know what was going on or what brought me here to this scene, but I was soon about to find out. A tornado came through the house, and it was that same tornado that got me in my dream. The same tornado that took me away from my child, and the same one that took my mother from me. It was Shax again. I couldn't believe I was now dreaming about this. Shax soon formed out of the tornado. He threw out his arms and sent out lightening that hit Prue and then he sent out another wave hitting Piper, causing her to fly back and her body to lie next to my mothers as they both lied there dying. Shax knew that he had done his duty and soon he left using his tornado. "Mom," I shouted as I ran to her aid. I checked her neck to feel that she was already gone. "Mom," I cried out. End of Dream... "MOM!" I shouted as I woke up panting from being so shocked. I couldn't believe what I had just dreamed about. At first it was only Patty, but now I'm dreaming about my mother's death and I don't know why. It was said that dreams are suppose to tell me something, but what are they trying to tell me. "Evans," Wyatt said rubbing me on the back. He had been watching me sleep all night. He really hasn't gotten that much sleep either, because he's been so worried about me. Its hard for him to see me in a state like this and know that there's nothing he can do to fix it. Whatever it is that's getting to me, he wants to protect me from it. "You okay baby," he asked soothingly. I nodded slowly. "Yeah," I let out. "What happened," he asked. "My mom," I started. "He killed my mom," I told Wyatt. "Just like he killed me or is going to," I said to the father of my kids. "I'm scared Wyatt, I mean I haven't been dreaming about my mother till now, and I don't know why," I said sobbing, just thinking of the memory of her, because it changed my life. "Come here," Wyatt said gently as he pulled me into a tight embrace. "Shax isn't coming anywhere near you," Wyatt whispered in my ear. He then went up and kissed my forehead and continued holding me for a long time, not wanting to let anything or anyone try and hurt me. Wyatt promised himself that if Shax came anywhere near me or Chris, he would live to regret it. I felt safe right now in Wyatt's arms. If I could I would never leave his arms. It felt like no one or nothing could do me any harms when I was close to him. Wyatt would always hold me like this when he knew I was going through something because he knew it made me feel good. I just love him so much for being there for me. I just don't know what I'd do without him. I'm glad we didn't get a divorce or else I wouldn't have anyone like him there for me to protect me like this. "Thanks, Wyatt," I told him as I laid my head on his shoulder. "Thanks for always being here when I need you." "Anytime," he said. "I love you Evans," he said from his heart. "I love you too Wyatt," I said back and he gently began to lay back down and pulled me down with him so that I was now on top of him. 77777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777 The next day Wyatt and I went over to talk to Piper and the sisters about everything that had been going on with Shax, and then I got a little mad Wyatt for telling them about my dreams that included my mother, but I quickly got over it, because I know he was looking out for me and he was concerned. That's the only reason he told the sisters about it, because maybe they could help since they know a lot more about Shax and my mother than I do. The future people were up in the attic having a little talk. They've been up there for hours, making me wonder what they could be talking about that was taking so long, but whatever it is, I hope they're working out their differences and hopefully they will be able to accept Patty into the family and make her feel welcomed since she never felt like she belonged ever since she was baby. Right now Wyatt and I are sitting on one couch next to each other, while Chris and Peter are sitting on another next to each other. The sisters were spread among the whole room, talking to us about how we should handle the whole situation with Shax. Things didn't seem to be going too good. "How is it that this Shax demon is alive anyway," I asked. "I thought you guys told me you vanquished him," I reminded them. "Yeah, but each time a new Source is born so is Shax," Piper answered. "You forget that John was once the Source and he had to have a body guard," Piper stated to the family. "So how do we vanquish him," Chris asked. "Its not going to be easy, but you guys are going to have to use a power of three spell," Phoebe answered her third eldest nephew. "I mean, he wasn't an easy demon to vanquish, guys. Are you guys sure that you're up to it now," Phoebe asked just making sure. "Yeah," I said. Piper looked at me with a very strange face. You could tell that she had something to say, and whatever it was, it wasn't good. "You know, Evans maybe you should sit this one out," Piper suggested. "Why," I asked. "I just don't think this would be good for you, and neither does the rest of the family," Piper stated. I looked around to see everyone nodding, even Wyatt. I can't believe they've been talking about me behind my back. Part of me feels betrayed, but the other part of me feels stupid for not knowing that they were probably doing this, seeing as how they knew about all my dreams and everything about the future with me dying and everything. "Is there something you guys want to tell me," I asked standing up off the couch angry. Piper looked around and saw that no one was going to speak so she took it upon herself as the oldest to do so. "Chris, its not that we don't trust you, its just that we think this demon is too dangerous for you," Piper pointed out. "What are you talking about?!" I asked my temper rising. I couldn't believe they would say something like that to me. "I was the one who vanquished that demon who was said to be invincible remember," I reminded them. That was when I got that empath power, and made the guy feel the pain of the world, just like my mother did with his father. "We know that Chris, its just I...," Piper started but looked around once more. "We, just don't want to risk you," she said. "This demon killed your mother, and every time we hear about your dreams, we just see you making the same mistake that she did," she explained. "Its not going to happen," I argued. "I'm sure that's what she said," Piper said back. "And I'm sure that's the same thing mom said," Piper said with a tear coming down her eye. All these emotional memories were coming back and hitting her hard. "What are you trying to say," I asked confused. Piper stood up and began coming towards me. "Chris, think about it?!" She said raising her voice. "Haven't you realized, there's a trend thats going on," she asked. "Prue, your mother was only seven when our mother died, and Prue was right there to see it happen and she was never the same after," Piper stated. "She never cried about it for a long time, and you were just a baby when your mother died, and then Patty was fourteen when you died, and she was there to witness the whole thing, just like your mother did" Piper told me. "Chris open your eyes and look at what's happening," Piper said. "Your grandmother died at the hands of a demon, and so did your mother, and so did you by the same demon as your mother, and I just see you walking into it," Piper told me. "Well I'm not my mother," I gritted through my teeth. "Yes you are, Chris," Piper said back. "You are just like her," she said. "Oh really, tell me how then huh," I asked. Piper sighed deeply. "Chris, look, I don't want to talk about your mother right now okay," she said. "Well I do," I argued back. "No, Chris, I just can't talk about this, alright," Piper said. "Why not," I frowned. "I deserve some answers as to how I'm like her, and how you just see me making her same mistakes," I pointed out. "So come on tell me, she's my mother and I have a right to know everything I want to know about her." "Chris, please," Phoebe entered. "Now is not a good time," she said. "Okay fine then," I snapped. "If you don't want to tell me about her, then I'll ask someone who will," I said turning to walk away. "Evans wait," Piper said stopping me where I was at. "I want you to think about something," she begged. "If you died, the cycle will only keep repeating and Patty will be without a mother just like you were, and she will turn evil, and not just that, but you're pregnant, and you could lose Richard in the process," Piper pointed out. "Is that what you want," Piper asked knowing good and well that I didn't want that, but it was the only way she could get me to think about what I was doing. I looked back at my family one last time. Piper had brought up a good point, but I don't know what to do. This was going to be a tough decision to make, but I need some answers, and I think I know who to go to for them. Without saying another word I just walked out the door. "I hope he doesn't do anything that he'll regret," Phoebe spoke. "He's his mother's child," Piper said. "And Prue would never do anything that she would regret," Piper reminded Phoebe. "I just hope we don't lose him like we lost her," Phoebe said. "Like you said, I see the same thing happening." I shut the door behind me thinking about what Piper said. Am I really like my mother or do they just miss her so much that they're starting to see her in me. Whatever the reason is, I just have to find out some more about her. I can't summon her because I don't want her knowing what I have to do. She'd be against it from the start. I just wish I knew more about her, and got to know her better, even though she is still around and I can call her anytime I want. Its just not the same as actually having her alive right in front of me. I've got to figure out how she was. What kind of person she was and what she was like compared to me, and why is everyone so obsessed with saying that I'm just like her, when I don't believe I am. I know just who could answer that question, even though this person might not be able to tell me as much about my mother as Piper and Phoebe could, but I know they know more about her than Paige. I want to know everything about her. How she was like as a child? How she was when she was a teenager? How did she cope with her mother's death? I know Piper told me that she didn't cry about it at first, but there had to be more to it than just than, and Piper didn't tell me anything, and I couldn't believe she wouldn't. That was my mother and I wanted to know why they were making such a big fuss over how much like me she was. I don't believe that she could be as much like me as they say she is. I mean we had the same powers and faced some of the same demons and things like that, but as far as personality goes, I just can't see myself being like my mother for far to many reason. I put on my sunglasses as I began to walk the streets and go for the person that I had to find my answers from. I sometimes hated to walk these streets alone, and I would have asked Wyatt to come with me, but I don't think he would approve of what I'm doing, after his mom refused to tell me what I know, and now I'm going to talk to someone that they probably would never expect me to ask about my mother, but who else could I go to. If Piper didn't want to talk about it, then I'm sure that Phoebe wasn't going to say anything about it either. As I continued my walk, that I knew was going to be long but I needed the exercise, I started looking around to see many little kids playing in the front yard with their mothers, which reminded me of what I missed out on. The mother who adopted me was a good mother, but each day I would always wonder how different my life would have been if I was raised by my real mother. Growing up with magic and learning how to control my powers from an early age. That would have been so much better than me finding all of this out on my eighteenth birthday, but then things did turn out for the better, though I still don't know how they would have turned out if I were raised by Prue. No, that wouldn't be good. If I had stayed around then Piper would have known about dad cheating on her and they probably would have separated and then Wyatt and Chris wouldn't be born, and those two mean the world to me. After a long walk, I had finally come to the building that I was looking for. I haven't been here many times, and I couldn't remember exactly where it was at, but I knew the streets and everything, and thats the only way I was able to find it. I made my way into the door and up the stairs. I just hope this person is home and doesn't mind me stopping by. I took a deep breath before I knocked on the door, and just stood there and waited and just kept hoping that he was home. The door slowly opened. The man had his lock on the door, so no one could just push past him and in a surprise attempt to do anything. The door was only opened a crack. That's as far as the chain lock would allow it to go. "Christopher," the guy muttered surprised to see me, since it felt like ages that he's seen me, and now I just show up on his door step without so much as a phone call. "Grandpa Victor," I replied back. "What are you doing here," he asked taking the lock of the door and opening the door up, so he could see me better. "I was hoping you could answer some questions for me about my mother," I pleaded with him. Victor stepped aside saying, "come on in." 77777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777 The power of six was sitting in the attic. For awhile they all just sat there in silence not knowing what to say. They were all in a circle. Patty was sitting in the middle of Prue and Penny, while Robert was sitting in the middle of Ryan and Richard, leaving it to be Ryan sitting next to Prue and Richard next to Penny. This was all Ryan's idea to have this little brother and sister meeting for a lot of reasons. For one they haven't been together like this for awhile and this gives them a great opportunity to catch up, and second they all decided that they wanted to show Patrica that they didn't have any hard feelings on her. Even if she was evil, she was still their sister and they all still loved her and wanted her to be in their lives. There was still silence amongst the room. Ryan looked around to see that the whole group was nervous, so being the eldest he stepped in. "Okay, I'll start," he said drawing all the attention to himself. "I would just like to start off by saying that its good to see you all again, after so long," he started. He then turned to his second youngest sister who had her head down in her lap. "And Patty," he called, making her raise her head out of her lap. "I just want to let you know that I have nothing against you and I'm sorry..." he said from the bottom of his heart. Patty looked at him confused. She hasn't seen Ryan this sensitive ever since he met and married the love of his life and had kids, so she knew this wasn't no joke, but what was all of this for. "For what," she asked. "Ryan, I'm the one who should be sorry," she stated. "As a matter of fact I'm the one who should be apologizing to all of you," she said. "I'm the one who's been tearing our family apart, I'm the one who's been taking over the world, and putting you guys in danger and forcing y'all to run and hide and form the Resistance," she said. "And now I've driven all you guys to the trouble of coming to the past," she told them. "Patty," Penny spoke. "This isn't your fault," she stated. "She's right Patty," Robert said. "We all take some blame in this, even dad," Robert went on. "Yeah, but you guys didn't do anything," Patty said back. "I'm the one who's been hurting so many people and...its my fault that things are the way they are," she whispered so quietly that barely any of her brothers or sisters heard what she had said. "What are you talking about," Richard asked. "Its not your fault that things happened the way they did," Richard said comforting his sister. "No one could have predicted what would have happened." "I know, but...its still my fault," she said. "Its all my fault that mom died," Patty said with a tear coming down her eyes. "Things could never go back to how they were before and its all because of me," Patty let out. "What do you mean," Ryan asked. "I'm the reason for why mom died," Patty told them. "I was right there and I saw the whole thing, and I never told anyone this, but he got distracted by me and that's what got him killed," Patty confessed. "If I hadn't of been there then he would have never been distracted, and he would have been able to save himself and Chris without losing them both in the process." Patty then went crying and buried her hands in her face. This was the first time she's cried since she saw me die. Just thinking about this was hard on her, but she's never cried about it before, so she doesn't even know why she's crying now. Prue felt like this was her time to step in. Of course her and Patty have a love hate relationship right now, but her sister really needs her and this would be a disappointment to not just her parents if she didn't step in, but herself. Prue might not act like it, but she cares a lot for Patty. More than anyone will know. Words can't describe how much she loves her sister. "Patty," Prue whispered. "Patty look at me," she said and Patty looked up to her second eldest sister. "None of it was your fault," Prue told her. "Mom cared about you and she would have died for you a thousand times, just to protect you, and so would I," Prue said. "What?" Patty asked not believing what she just heard. "You heard me," Prue said firmly. "I would die for you a thousand times just like mom did, to protect you," she repeated. "You would," Patty asked again. "I sure would," Prue said. "So would I," Ryan came in. "So would I," Robert also said. "I would too," Richard said with the rest. "Me too," Penny said also, even though she's the youngest and everyone should be protecting her, but Penny will always be the one who wants to protect her family from everything. Patty looked around as each of her brothers and sisters told her that they would put their life on the line for them. She couldn't believe this. After all she had done and everything that she's said to them in the future, they still love her. This was more than anything she could ever ask for. After always wanting to be loved and recognized all of her life. Prue, sensing how her sister was thinking took this opportunity to pull her into a strong hug. Patty accepted the embrace by wrapping her arms around her sister's neck and pulling herself onto Prue's shoulder where she continued crying and Prue just rubbed her back trying to comfort her. Prue right then knew exactly what turned Patty evil. It was never the fact that I died. It wasn't even the fact that she saw it. All this time she and her siblings thought it was because of that, but it had nothing to do with it. Patty had turned evil, because all this time she's blamed herself for my death. Everyday she wished that she wasn't there, and if she had not been then I would have still been alive. If only she knew that wasn't true. That's why all this time she's gone around searching for Shax and vanquishing him. She thought that after she killed him, all the pain would go away, but it didn't. Things only got worse. That's why she started going after every magical creature. Soon Ryan and over and pulled Patty of Prue and let her cry on his shoulder. Ryan felt since he was the oldest, besides Patience who wasn't there, it was his duty to look after Patty and protect her. After Ryan had embraced her for awhile, soon the rest of the power of six came over and joined in on a group hug. It was a beautiful sight to see. All of them together as one. "And Patty, I just want to let you know one more thing," Ryan whispered in her ear. "When we go back to the future, no matter what the outcome is, I hope that you know that we all love you and we want you to come live with us so we can all be one big family, okay," Ryan told her. Patty nodded at what her brother's request. There's nothing that she would have wanted more than to be with her family forever. They meant the world to her, even if she didn't show it. She would have never done anything to hurt them, no matter what. She might have been evil and she might have killed so many innocents, but the people she would have never thought of hurting was her own family. She knew that I would have been disappointed and the last thing she wanted was to disappoint me knowing how much I loved her when I died. As Patty began to accept the love that her siblings were giving her she finally realized that this is what was meant to happen. These people are who she belongs with. Patty has never felt closer to the family more than she has now. This was the point of coming to the future. Patty remembered that I always had a little saying 'that everything happened for a reason.' Not that she wanted me to die, but maybe that's something that my death was suppose to do. Bring the family closer, and it did. Ryan pulled back and saw that Patty's eyes were a little puffy from crying so much. "Patty, you will always be my little sister, and no matter what happens, from now on I'm never letting anyone or anything hurt you ever again," Ryan said firmly. "Even if I have to vanquish the whole Underworld," Ryan smiled. "Thanks Ryan," Patty said back. "What are brothers for," Ryan replied causing Patty to smile and laughter to float among the siblings. 77777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777 I was sitting down in Victor's small apartment. I haven't been here in so long that I don't remember where everything was. I know he's been living here for awhile now, but I still don't get how he does it. I mean I couldn't live in such a tiny space like this, but then again its only him. His daughters are all grown up, and he isn't married to anyone so I guess this would be a good place for him to live by himself. Victor had gone in the kitchen to make some coffee. He knew that this was going to take a lot of explaining so he thought he might as well get all the caffeine in him that he could. He wasn't as young as he use to be so talking a lot was a great deal of energy and he was going to need it for when he explained to me about his eldest daughter who he sometimes had a hard time talking about since she was deceased and that was hard on him. I was sitting on his couch flipping through a photo album that he gave me of just my mom. He had one with all family pictures, and then he had one of just my grandmother Patty, and then there was one of just Piper and Phoebe by themselves. I couldn't believe all the pictures that he had collected. I mean wow. I never knew how they all looked when they were little. Piper was geeky, my mom was a rebel, and she had braces, and Phoebe was just as rebellious and her nickname use to be Freebie, which I found hilarious. After looking at all the ones that my grandfather had, had of them together, I finally took the chance to look at the ones with just my mother. I never knew my mom was such a sweet little girl. She looks the same as she did when she was little. That mole was still in the same place of her face that it was when I saw her adult form. She looked like a sweet innocent little girl. I found it so hard that she turned from sweet and innocent to troublesome then to serious all in that time loop. I continued looking at the pictures as Victor came in and handed me a cup of coffee while he sat down on the opposite couch of the one that I was sitting on. Victor was happy that I was here. He's never really had a chance to get to know me. Yes the family does come to visit him once a month and sometimes even more, but he's really never had his time to be alone with me and talk to me like he's done with Wyatt and Chris H. When he had heard about me, he was almost ecstatic to find that his eldest daughter had left a son behind, so that part of her would still be here. Victor and Prue might not have gotten along because of some stuff that happened in the past, but deep down they both cared for each other. Victor took a sip of his coffee as he saw me continue to look through the books. "Your mother was a very pretty girl," he started as he nodded. "I only wish that I could have been there to see her grow up," he confessed. "If I only knew that my time with her was going to be so short, I would have never left. Even if your grams had chased me away." I chuckled a little just imagining that. I know all the stories about how grams hated Victor. I just can't believe she did that though. I continued looking at all the pictures, but I realized something. There weren't that many of them with Victor in them. That was very odd. "Grandpa how did you get all these pictures of the girls," I asked. "Your grandmother sent them to me," he answered taking another sip of his coffee. "Yeah, little did your Grams know that Patty was sending me pictures through the mail of the girls just about everyday," he told. "Even though Patty and I weren't together, we still kept in contact. I had to know what my girls were up to, and it was hard when I left them," he said. I took in one deep breath. There was just something I had to ask him, even though its none of my business, but I still need to know. "Um...Grandpa," I said looking up from the pictures for the first time since I had gotten there. "Can I ask you something?" "You know you don't even have to ask," he said. "You know you can always ask me anything you want," he said. "Well I think this time I needed to ask, but please don't take any offense to this question," I begged. "But, I was hoping that you would tell me why you left mom and the rest of her sisters," I asked. This was something that I needed to know. If not for my sake for my kids. Maybe if I could find out why Victor left the girls, I could find out what would make Wyatt leave his kids after I died. Victor knew this question was going to come up one day by one of his grandkids, but he never expected it to be me. I was the one who he talked to the least, and if anyone he thought the person who would ask the question would have been Wyatt, since Wyatt is the one who is a little anxious about a lot of stuff. Victor set down his coffee mug and crossed his legs. "It had nothing to do with the girls, and neither did it have to do anything with Patty," Victor started. "It all had to with magic, believe it or not," Victor confessed. "Magic?" I asked confused. "How did magic play a role in this," I asked. "Everything," Victor answered. "Patty wanted to raise the girls around demons and magic, but I didn't," Victor explained. "I wanted the girls to live a normal life without magic, but their Grams kept insisting that it was there destiny. For awhile I took it in, and just about everyday a demon came and attacked the house, until one day I just couldn't take it anymore. So I walked out, but I wanted to take the girls with me, but I knew your Grams wasn't going to allow that. If I had known she was going to bind the girls powers soon after that, then I would have stayed, but I knew I couldn't." "But Grandpa," I started. "Wouldn't you want to be in your girls lives no matter what, even if it was with magic?" "I did, but I knew after I walked out the first time, Penny wasn't going to let me back in their lives," Victor said. "If I could do it over again, then I would have never left them. I would have stayed and saw them all grow up just like I should, and they wouldn't have had to have your mother take care of them the way she did," Victor said. I nodded and continued looking at the pictures. I know Victor already feels bad enough about it so I knew I should just drop the subject. I don't want to make him feel back or worse for the whole thing. He's already lost a daughter in his life and I'm sure he still has bad days thinking about it. "So, what brought you here Christopher," Victor asked. "I mean I thought you said you wanted to talk about your mother?" "Yeah, I did, and I still do," I told him. "Well, why did you come to me," he asked. "I'm glad that you're here, but why didn't you just ask Piper or even Phoebe. They know a lot more about her than I do," he stated. I was now going to have to explain something that I didn't want to, but Victor told me something that I'm sure he didn't want to tell so I might as well. "Well Grandpa...we sort of had a fight," I confessed. "A fight? Over what," he asked. "Long story short, they think I should not be going after a specific demon because they think I'm just following in my mother's footsteps, and I don't think I am, but they keep insisting that I'm just like my mother and they see me making her same mistakes, and I asked them to tell me about her, but they refused, so I just walked out and I came to you," I explained to him. "I see," Victor said nodding. He knew just how his daughters were, even though he might have not been there to see them grow up, but he was there in their lives as Chris and Wyatt grew up. He even sometimes took Chris and Wyatt off their hands while they were busy with demon fighting. All that time that he would come over to visit he would find that the girls never liked to talk about the people that they lost in the past. For some reason it was painful. Especially for Piper. Victor remembered that time of the final battle. That night Piper had come over crying because she had lost her sisters Paige and Phoebe and all the while Victor was shocked. He didn't know what to say. He had already lost one daughter who he had barely the chance to know, but then he lost another, and a girl who was like a daughter to him. Thank goodness Piper was able to fix it all when she went back to the past or else it would have been tragic. "You have to understand though Chris," Victor said. "Its hard for Piper to talk about her sister, I mean sometimes she will even blame herself for that matter," Victor told me. "What would make her blame herself," I asked. That was pretty interesting to think that Piper would do that. "Well just about every time someone mentioned her death, Piper would always say that it should have been her," Victor explained. "I mean Piper always thought that Leo should have healed Prue instead of her." "I can't help but wonder the same sometimes," I muttered. "Chris, your mother was a wonderful woman," Victor started, telling me the stuff that I wanted to know. "I couldn't have been prouder to have called her my daughter," he said. "She was brave, smart, wise, I mean that's why her name was Prudence, because we knew that's how she was going to be from the start. You're mother was the bravest out of all her sisters, just like they said, and when I first tried to come back in their lives, your mother didn't like it one bit, but I could understand, because I hadn't been there in so long." "Hmm..that doesn't sound like her," I said. "Yeah, well that was her," Victor smiled. "Prue always looked before she leaped," Victor stated. "Every demon feared her, many people looked up to her, and I admired her for the person she was," Victor went on. "That's why when I tried to come back in their lives well she was stubborn, but in the end she accepted it, and I only wish I had come in sooner," he said. "Did you go to her funeral," I asked. "Yes, and it was very hard trying to be strong and be there for them, and try to hold myself together in the process," Victor said. "I know I'm a guy and I'm suppose to be strong, but it hurts when you lose your daughter, and I knew it had hurt Piper and Phoebe even more. They were acting sore of strange ever since she died. They started to treat everyone they met differently and they weren't really welcoming." I nodded at the statement knowing how true it was. Piper and Phoebe weren't mean, it was just now that they had lost their oldest sister, I could just imagine them not welcoming new people right away, even though Victor wasn't new. Seeing as how Piper first treated Paige, I knew that's probably the way she would have treated him. Piper did warm up to Paige, but I heard that at first she wasn't up to having a new sister. Thank goodness she was able to put that aside and bring herself together or else things wouldn't have ended up the way they are today. I looked back down and this one picture stood out to me for some reason. It was a picture of my mom and Aunt Piper, but they had their hand on Grandma Patty's stomach for some reason[the picture that Phoebe took in 'That 70's episode'. "Hey grandpa, who took this picture," I asked lifting the book up and showing it to him. Victor got a little closer to see what it was. "Oh, your Aunt Phoebe took that one," he answered. "But how," I asked oddly confused. "I mean, if I'm looking at this correctly, then she wouldn't have been but like a month old, if that," I said. "Yeah, she wasn't even born to tell you the truth," Victor told me. "That's why your mother and Piper have their hands on Patty's stomach, but it wasn't the baby her who took the picture, it was her older self. You know with how crazy things get and the girls had to travel back and forth to the past," Victor pointed out. "Good point," I agreed. I then turned over the page to see another picture of my mom, but this one was a little odd. It wasn't colored like the other ones. This was in gray, but that's not why I felt that it was different. There was something about this picture that made it more peculiar than the one before. Victor saw that I was staring at that one particular picture, and he knew why. It really never dawned on his other grandkids when they saw it, but he should have known it would, because Prue is my mother. "That there is a picture of your mother...when she saw Patty die," Victor told me. "I remember that Prue was never the same since," Victor stated. "Yeah, I know," I told him. "Piper had already told me that." Victor nodded and for awhile he just stared at me like he felt some kind of connection. "What," I asked a little freaked out that he was looking at me the way he was. "Nothing," he shook his head. "You just remind me a lot of Prue," he said. "Please not you too," I sighed hearing Piper in his voice. "I'm sorry, Chris, its just I'm not trying to take sides here, but I kind of feel Prue when you're around," Victor said. "I mean just everything you do, and the way you look just reminds me of her, and how wise she was and how great of a mother she would have made if she was still alive," Victor said with a little sadness in his voice. "I'm sorry, but Evans, I can't lie to you, when I say Piper is right. Just about everything you do resembles her, and I know how much you don't want that to be true, but it is." "Grandpa please," I begged. "I can't be like her," I tried to deny. "I'm sorry, but you are," he said. "I know its hard for you to hear that, but I can't lie to you." There was a brief moment of silence, and Victor could tell it was because I didn't want to talk about it anymore. He knows how much this hurts me and he's always been respectful enough not to talk about matters when others don't want to. "You know something odd about today," Victor asked making me look up. "Today was the day your mom died," he said. "It is," I asked out loud, but then thought about it for awhile. "Yeah it is," I said. "Well, thanks for everything Grandpa, but I've got to go," I said trying to get out of the apartment to go do something. There was something that I just had to do. "Are you sure you don't want to stay a little longer," he pleaded. "I mean, I could tell you some more about your mother," he informed me. "Thanks, but no thanks Grandpa," I told him as I opened the door and began to walk out. "I'll come by to see you again, soon, bye and take care," I told him as I finally shut the door and left. 77777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777 The rest of the family was still back in the manor worried about me and the whole incident that took place earlier on today. They were all scared because I hadn't come back for a long time. Most of them wondered where I was. Wyatt didn't, because he could sense me and he always knew where I was, since our minds worked as one and we were that close. While the whole family was wondering around the house doing whatever, Wyatt was in the kitchen with his right now, youngest baby girl, Patty. He was trying to feed her before he had to put her to sleep. It wasn't that late, but Wyatt decided that since today was a bad day he would put the kids to sleep early today. To Wyatt's surprise though, Patty wasn't going to be the challenge. It was going to be his older kids who might be the trouble with complaining about how early it is and they wouldn't want to go to sleep, but they were just going to have to deal with it. Wyatt continued to try to feed his baby girl, but Patty ended up with more food on her than in her mouth just about every time Wyatt would put anything in her mouth. Being a dad wasn't easy. Especially now that he has six now and one on the way who's gonna make his appearance soon. "Alright Patty, here comes the airplane," Wyatt said in a baby voice, causing his daughter smile. Wyatt then started to make little airplane noises, making Patty open her mouth wider and allowing Wyatt to put some food in, and as always half of it dripped out and onto her bib. "There you go again," Wyatt sighed. "Baby trouble," someone said from behind. Wyatt looked up to see his mother standing over him smiling. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," he smiled back as he continued trying to feed Patty, who was still being as difficult as ever. Piper walked over to the kitchen sink and started to wash dishes. For awhile there was nothing, but silence in the kitchen, besides all the commotion that Patty was making because she was a baby and that's just what she does. Piper continued washing the dishes as she looked back he son who had a long face. "Worried about Chris aren't ya," Piper pointed out. "What was your first clue," Wyatt replied. "If you're so worried about Chris, then why don't you go see him," Piper suggested. "I mean I'm sure you can sense where he's at and I know you probably want to be with him right now, more than anything," Piper stated. "Yeah, but I just don't know if he wants me around right now," Wyatt said getting out of his chair. He went and took the bib of Patty and pulled her out of the baby chair and picked her up and began to rock her back in forth trying to make her go to sleep. "Now what would make you say something like that," Piper asked her eldest. "I'm sure he wants you around," Piper said confident. "Can't you feel his emotions right now?" "Yeah, and he's in a lot of pain," Wyatt informed her. "I don't think that little argument that he had with everyone helped at all any," Wyatt let out. That's the main reason why he feels like he can't come near me. "Wyatt, I'm sure Evans understands the whole thing, and I promise you that he's not mad at you," Piper told him. "Now go on," she demanded. "Go check on your husband," she told him. "But I've still got Patty and I have to put her to sleep," Wyatt said. "I'll take care of Patty, you just go on," Piper said grabbing her granddaughter from her son's arms. "Now go," Piper ordered. "But what about the other kids and-," "Out!" The mother of two was pushing her son right through the front door. "I'll take care of the kids, you go and make sure that Evans is okay," Piper ordered. She was about to close the door, when Wyatt stuck in arm in the crack blocking her from shutting it all the way. "What now?" "Thanks mom," he smirked before kissing her on the forehead and then kissing his daughter who was still in his mother's arms. "Be good sweetie," Wyatt said softly. "Daddy loves you," were his finally words before he orbed out. 77777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777 I was standing in the cemetery with red roses in my hand. I was always told that my mom's favorite flowers were roses, and thats what I wanted to give her. The last time I had been here was when we had a ceremony for my mother, but I had never returned since then, scared of all the pain and emotion that it would bring, but I knew I had to face this someday or else I would be living with it for the rest of my life, but for some reason, I just blocked the pain out instead of facing it head on. "Hey," I said looking at my mother's head stone. I looked to the left and saw that next to hers where my grandmother's and great grandmother's. I started looking at them from the eldest person to the youngest. The first said 'Here lies Penelope Halliwell "Grams" , beloved mother and grandmother, may she rest in peace.' The next one to that said, 'Here lies Patrica Halliwell, loving mother and daughter, may she rest in peace. Last, but not lease was my mother's headstone. It read 'Here lies Prudence Halliwell, loving daughter and sister, May she rest in peace.' There was one thing I thought that was missing from it. It didn't say that she was a loving mother. Part of me wanted to shed a tear, but I couldn't. I had to be strong. There's too much going on for me right now to cry about my mother's death. I have to hold it all in. If not for me, for my children who are in trouble right now, and I just can't let them see me breaking down or else I know they will too. I knelt down on the ground and placed the roses right next to my mother's headstone. "Mom," I muttered. "I know I talk to you all the time, but it just doesn't feel the same without you here, and alive," I sighed. "I don't blame you for dying, I mean you did what you had to do to protect your sisters, and I know that you would want me to be strong, and that's what I'm going to do." I took in a deep breath. I couldn't believe I was actually talking to my mother's headstone, but I felt like I was talking to her more right there than I had ever done talking to her spirit. "I know this sounds selfish, but I can't help but to wonder what would have happened if you had lived, and it was you who raised me instead of Patience, but I know you had to make that sacrifice, and things wouldn't be as good as they are not if you didn't and for that I do love you, but I still wish you were here," I pleaded. The wind started blowing and I felt something beating me on my chest. It was the Christmas present that Wyatt gave me. "Oh yeah, Wyatt found your locket," I said holding it out. "I know its something that you've been looking for, for a long time and Wyatt had found it for me. Can you believe it?" I laughed. I looked up at the sky for an answer and then looked back down. "Yeah mom, I know you're hearing all about everything that's going on with me, and how everyone is comparing me to you," I started. "I'm sure you know everything that's going on with your granddaughter Patty turning evil because of my death and now Aunt Piper is scared because that demon who killed you is alive and he's the same demon who killed me in the future, and she doesn't think I should try to take him on. I know what you're gonna say, that I should listen to my Aunt Piper, because she knows what she's talking about, but I just can't mom. You know how hard it is for me to just sit back and watch the demon that killed my mother hurt innocents and there's nothing that I could do about it. Anyway on a lighter note, I'm pregnant again, but I'm sure you already know that. Robert told me he saw Richard and Penny in his dreams, so you must have known all along when they were coming." I smiled and couldn't believe I was still talking to her grave. I knew she couldn't talk back, but I still liked being there. "Well anyways, I just wanted to let you know that I love you and I miss you, even though I really never got the chance to know you personally, and I hope to see you soon." I stood up from kneeling on the ground. I stayed there and stared at the grave for awhile. I was just about to turn around when all of a sudden I felt arms wrap around me. I wasn't scared, because I knew who it was. I could feel his presence anywhere, and if that wasn't enough then I knew the smell of his cologne and his touch. "Wyatt," I muttered. "Is that you," I asked. "Yes, babe, its me," Wyatt said kissing me softly on the cheek. "So how did you find me," I asked him. Wyatt shook his head. "Did you forget that we're connected," Wyatt reminded. "I can't believe you forgot," Wyatt joked. "You're my other half Chris, and our love for each other is so strong, I mean that we're linked to each other. I always know where you are and how you're feeling." "I guess theres that," I smiled but then immediately sighed. "You feeling alright," Wyatt asked worried. "Sure, I guess," I shrugged. Wyatt took that as a no. He always knew when there was a problem and he was stubborn enough to always want to fix it. That was just how Wyatt was. Caring father and loving husband. "Come here," he said grabbing my arm and walking me over to the nearest bench, which wasn't too far from my mother's grave. Wyatt took a seat first and then he took my arm and settled me onto his lap "What's wrong," he asked. "Nothing," I lied, but then looked at Wyatt, and I could see in his blue eyes that he wasn't going to give up until he found out what was going. "Except, I just can't help but wonder..." "Wonder what," he asked. "What would have happened if my mom hadn't of died," I confessed sadly. "Chris, you know you can't just keep thinking like this," Wyatt said. "Its not good for you and neither is it good for our baby," Wyatt pointed out. "I know, but..I can't help it," I told him. "If my mother hadn't of died, maybe so many things would be different. Like maybe Robert would still be alive," I pointed out. "You're still dwelling in the past," Wyatt stated. "That happened so long ago, and I thought you would be over that by now." "I am, Wyatt, but that's just something that you'll never recover from," I told him. "Losing my brother was a lot, and just imagine how you would feel if you lost Chris?" Wyatt nodded seeing my point. "I understand," he said. "Chris, look at me," Wyatt said cupping my face in his hands. "I know things aren't the best now, and who knows, maybe life would have been better if Aunt Prue had lived, but Chris, I'm happy the way things turned out." I was so confused on how Wyatt was happy and all the things that went on. "I mean look at us, we're married, we have six and about to be seven kids," he said rubbing my stomach. "I can't imagine my life without you," he told me honestly. "If I didn't have you then...I really don't know what I would do. I'd probably be somewhere scoring with girls or maybe I'd be that evil Wyatt." Him and I both chuckled for awhile. "Wyatt, I know you, and I've seen both sides of you, and you could never be evil, no matter what," I said confident. "Yeah, but that's besides the point," Wyatt said. "The point is that I'm happy with the way that things are, I hope that one day you will be too, because I couldn't have pictured a better future or a better life with anyone besides you," Wyatt told me. "Thanks," I smiled back at my husband who had not stopped smiling at me ever since we had been sitting down. I looked up at the sky to see that it was dark. It must have been really late. "Hey, Wyatt, we should be getting home soon," I suggested. "I mean its getting dark and with us being witches, I wouldn't be surprised if something or someone just popped out of their graves." "Good point," Wyatt quickly said. I got of of Wyatt so he could stand up, and as soon as he was standing all the way up straight, I grabbed his hand and we began walking away from the graveyard. "You know Wyatt, you say you can't imagine how your life would be without me," I remembered. "But you know, I could imagine how my life would be without you. I mean I'd be married to Corbin Blues," I joked knowing how much Wyatt doesn't like the guy. As Wyatt and I continued walking through the cemetery, we caught sight of a figure running through and headed for the inside[where Phoebe use to go to meet Cole. It was dark out so at first we couldn't see the person, but when he ran through the light, we both could see clearly, who it was. This was very odd, because you wouldn't see him running through the graveyard at night. Especially by himself. Something must be up. Wyatt looked at me saying, "Was that Daughtry?" "I think so," I said continuing to stare at him as he made his way inside . He looked around to make sure no one could see where he was going. Little did he know that Wyatt and I were standing behind a tree so he couldn't see us. Daughtry, knowing that he was okay, went inside. "Think we should follow him," I asked my husband. Wyatt nodded to me. "I think that would be a good idea," he said. Wyatt and I grabbed hands, and Wyatt decided that he'd be the one to lead the way. Slowly we made our way past the headstones, almost tripping over half of them. When we got to the door, Wyatt slowly pushed it open, just to make sure there wasn't a trap on the other side. Wyatt is smart, and he doesn't just fall for anything. Seeing that there was no trap Wyatt and I continued into the building. When we went in, the door shut right behind us causing me to jump a little. "You okay," Wyatt asked worried. "Yeah I'm fine," I said. There was no light in the place, which caused me to get even more scared. This was light a horror movie. Two people are just standing in the dark waiting for something to happen, and one of them goes missing. Luckily Wyatt and I were still holding hands. Wyatt conjured up a torch and lit it with his pyrokinesis. He looked down at me to see that I was shaking a little, because I was scared. Being the protective guy Wyatt is, he pulled me closer so that I was against him and wrapped his arm around me. "Don't worry, Evans, I'm not going to let anything happen to you," he promised me. He then gave me a little kiss on the forehead. I felt safer then and quit shivering. I'm glad Wyatt was here right now, because I wouldn't be able to go through this place by myself. I'm usually not scared of much, but because I'm pregnant, I'm just about scared of anything because it puts me at risk with the baby, and if I die right now then Patty will still remain evil and I will have lost Richard, just like Piper said. Wyatt kept his arm around me the whole time we walked through the place. It was not a place I would want my body to be buried, and I don't know how people come and bury others here. It gives me the creeps just being in here for five seconds. There were rats in just about every corner that you looked, and if that wasn't bad enough there were spider webs and big spiders about the size of a boulder. Wyatt and I had to make sure to watch out for these creatures. They might be in their own little corners, but they're still poisonous. The whole way was just a duck and dodge creature place. You couldn't turn any corner without having to watch out for a spider or anything that could come your way. I just hope Wyatt and I are able to find Daughtry soon, and hopefully he hasn't gotten bit by one of these animals. 77777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777 Daughtry had finally made it to the end of the building. This was where he was suppose to meet up with someone he's been looking for, for a long time. For awhile he's been tracking down this demon and now, he knew this demon was going to make his appearance here. Daughtry had a score to settle. Daughtry stood there for a while, until a tornado came shimmering in the mausoleum. This is something he's been waiting for ever since he moved to New York. When he lost the most important people in his life. Now he was facing their murderer, Shax himself. Just before the tornado cleared, Daughtry conjured up an athame. It wasn't going to do much against a demon like Shax, but that didn't mean that Daughtry was going to give up in trying to vanquish him. After searching for him, and hoping for this day for so long he wasn't about to turn back. When the tornado cleared, Shax stood there for awhile and smirked at the Phoenix before him. This guy had no chance against him. The only people who could defeat him were the Charmed Ones, and they don't even know he's alive. He killed one of them before, so he's not so scared of them anymore even though there's three of them now. He can still just kill one to stop the threat. Shax continued smirking at Daughtry evilly. "Prepared to die, Phoenix," he mocked Daughtry who was still standing firmly in front of him. "Funny," Daughtry said. "I was just about to ask the same thing about you," he replied. The smirk on Shax face quickly disappeared and turned into a frown. He has never been this angry since he's faced the Charmed Ones themselves. Shax conjured up his electro wave and sent it straight to Daughtry, but Daughtry was quick to get out of the way, causing the electricity to hit the wall, making the hole building shake and knocking down part of the wall. Before he could try to do it again, Daughtry quickly hurled his athame straight at Shax, hitting in right in the back causing the Source's assassin to cry out in pain from the blade. Daughtry smirked thinking that it was the end, and he had won that, and Shax was finally vanquished, but he was wrong. Shax' muscles quickly tensed back up and the blade fell out of his back. The demon then turned to the Phoenix and with an angry face. He sent out another wave of electricity, this time hitting Daughtry hard with a great force. Daughtry disintegrated for awhile, making Shax think that he had won, but soon, he reformed just like a Phoenix could. "Its going to take a lot more than that to beat me Shax," Daughtry said. "We'll just see about that," Shax growled, conjuring up another electric wave of energy and hurling it at the Phoenix who dodged it once more. Again and again, Shax kept shooting bolts of electricity and Daughtry kept dodging it. The Phoenix was able to hurl a few athames at the demon, but he wasn't able to hit the demon, because he might have had enough time to throw them, but never did he once have enough time to aim for the demon. The fight was getting so bad that the whole building was starting to cave in. If they continued they would both be trapped in there forever, and no one was going to win the fight. This battle continued on and on. There was never a Phoenix who was able to put up a fight as big as Daughtry. He was really determined to win this battle, even if it killed him too in the process. 77777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777 Wyatt and I had been walking down the long hallway when we finally started to feel the building shake. That couldn't be good. Wyatt and I began looking at each other scared of what might be taking place. Daughtry is in trouble. I just know it and I have to help him. He's my best friend and I know he'd do the same for me if I was in the same spot. I shrugged Wyatt's arm off of me and quickly began heading towards the area where all the explosions were coming from. I knew I was being risky because I was pregnant and everything, but I wasn't going to run and just let my best friend for many years get hurt and I could have done something about it, and everyday I'd regret it. Before I could get without of Wyatt's reach, he grabbed me and pulled me back against him. "Evans, where do you think you're going," he asked. This was his child I was pregnant with, and there was still a high risk of me dying and as long as Wyatt was around, he wasn't going to let that happen. Not if he had anything to do with it. "Daughtry is in there, Wyatt," I told him. "I've got to help him," I pleaded with my husband of eight years. "Chris, you can't," Wyatt said. "Things are not looking good in there," Wyatt stated. "If you go in there, you could possibly be risking not only your life, but the baby's as well," Wyatt lectured. "Wyatt, I can't just let Daughtry get hurt, and not do something about it," I said back. "Wait here, Chris," Wyatt said. "I'll go in," Wyatt insisted. "No, I'm going in Wyatt, and that's that," I argued back. Before another word was said, I quickly ran ahead towards where the whole clashing sound was coming from. I knew Wyatt was not going to be happy about this. Just wait till he catches up with me. He's probably going to lock me up in a room, until I learn not to run off like that. "Chris," Wyatt shouted after me. "Chris get back here," Wyatt shouted also, but he could already see that I've gotten so far that I was nearly out of sight. Not wanting me to be out of his sight completely Wyatt quickly began chasing after me shaking his head. He couldn't believe I just took of like that. Part of him could actually, since he knows how I am, and he blames himself since he should have been prepared for me to react like that. Wyatt quickly started to run after me in hopes that he would be able to catch me and orb me back home before I could get through the doors. The whole building collapsing down wasn't helping much. Wyatt had to duck, dodge, and even jump over the parts of the wall that were falling. He's never had to go an obstacle like this ever since he was in football, and right now he really didn't want to relive those days, but then again he didn't want anything to happen to me, so he had to go after me. The only thing that was stopping him from orbing over to me was that he didn't want to orb right under a rock that might have been falling from the building. As he continued chasing after me, he shook his head and grinned. Gosh I was so much trouble, but then again, to him I was worth it. I had finally reached the door way to where all the fighting was coming from. I was just about to open it until Wyatt quickly came right behind me and shut it before I could even open it half way, which caused me to look at Wyatt and frown. How could he stop me from going to help my friend. "Let go of the door, Wyatt," I demanded. "No," Wyatt replied. He knew he was probably going to regret this later with how mad I was going to be at him, but he'd rather have me alive and mad then have me hurt and mad. "I said let go of the door, Wyatt," I repeated even firmer than before. "And I said no," Wyatt repeated his answer even louder than mine. "Now listen to me, you are going to stay here while I go in and I'll bring out Daughtry okay," Wyatt proposed. "No way, I'm going in," I snapped at my husband, which was usually not a surprise seeing as I was pregnant, but this time that didn't matter. Wyatt was blocking me from doing something that I wanted to do. "Now get out of my way, Wyatt," I pressed, but Wyatt wasn't one to give in. Wyatt just shook his head and stood there with his hand on the door keeping me from opening it. I really didn't have time for this. Daughtry was in there and I had to get to him. "Fine then," I said shoving Wyatt off the door, and quickly opening it and running through it myself. I knew Wyatt wasn't going to be happy with what I just did, but that wasn't my first priority. "Evans, don't!" Wyatt shouted as I was running in. I froze in place of what I was seeing. I couldn't believe this. More shocked I was than scared. Right in front of my eyes I saw my worst enemy, Shax, and my best friend, Daughtry. Shax had Daughtry by the throat and was choking him to death, and he was only a few more seconds away from death. I quickly snapped out of my shocked thoughts and knew I was going to have to act fast if I was going to help him. "Hey let him go!" I shouted towards the demon who I despised so much. As I continued looking at Daughtry I could see there was still a puff of black smoke coming out from beside him. Did he or Shax even notice. If they didn't then why am I the only one who notices it. Hearing me shout, Shax looked over. He didn't look to happy to see me. "A charmed One," he muttered. He then threw Daughtry over to the wall, causing him to hit with such great force that I knew he was injured critically. Shax then conjured up and energy bolt and quickly hurled it straight at me. I was beginning to see my whole life flash before my eyes. This was it. I had no time to counter it, and this is how it all ended. Shax killed me, and now it here it is. My doom is here. Wyatt quickly coming in and seeing a lightening bolt going straight at me, ran over and pulled me down to the ground along with him, saving my life. Wyatt sighed with relief, even though I was on top of him. He was very worried, but he was also angry. "Chris, don't you ever run from me like that again, you hear me," Wyatt said firmly. "You just nearly got yourself killed," he stated. "But Wyatt-," I tried to plead. "Not buts Chris," Wyatt cut me off. "Don't you ever do that again," he said and I nodded. I looked over to see Daughtry on the ground, and he still had that puff of black smoke surrounding him. "Oh no," I panicked. "Daughtry!" I shouted getting off of Wyatt and running over to where he was. Shax took this as an opportunity that he could kill a Charmed One, since I'm off guard, and without a power of three spell that would mean he could be here forever. Shax then started to conjure up an electric ball, smiling thinking this was just as easy as it was when he did it over twenty years ago. Killing Charmed Ones these days was now a piece of cake. Wyatt saw what Shax was about to do, and quickly waved his arm, sending Shax against the wall. That was a close call. Wyatt didn't feel comfortable having me and Shax in the same building, but he knew I wasn't going to