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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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[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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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 go
anywhere without Daughtry, and there was nothing Wyatt could do about that,
except his best to protect me.

I finally got to Daughtry, and he was knocked out cold. I began rubbing his
back in hopes that he would wake up, even though he took a nasty fall and
he could be out for hours, maybe even days. Next thing I knew, I looked up
to see the puff of clouds to form a man. Things were just getting weirder
and weirder. First I see Daughtry trying to take on Shax for a reason that
I don't know, and then all of a sudden I see this puff of black smoke that
has been on him form to make a man. The guy looked evil from the way he was
dressed. He had on all black and his hair was gray. I felt like I knew him
for some reason though, even though I could swear I've never seen him
before in my life.

"Who are you," I asked, a little scared not knowing why he was here and why
he had been following Daughtry.

"It doesn't matter," he said. The man had an English accent. "I'm here for
him," he said pointing at Daughtry's motionless body.

I quickly stood up and puffed up saying, "you're not taking him anywhere,"
I said back.

The man looked determined, but so was I, and he wasn't going to take my
best friend anywhere. He started advancing towards Daughtry and I quickly
threw him a sucker punch thinking that it was make him back off, but it
didn't. This was crazy. For some reason my punch just went right through
him like he was a ghost or something. It must just be a fluke or
something. I then threw another punch at him, that just went right through
him like the first one. This was not good. I then decided to do a back kick
and try to hit him on the head, but it went through him again. I waved my
hand in hopes that he would go flying, but still nothing happened. The man
was just standing there, not moving an inch.

I looked at him up and down to see if there was something on him,
preventing me from hurting him, but there was nothing. "What are you," I
asked. I've never met a demon or a magical being like him. Even the most
invincible demons have their weaknesses, but this demon seemed to not be
phased by anything.

The man smirked saying, "I'm good nor evil," he replied. "That's why it is
impossible for you to hurt me," he said.

"Oh really," I said back. "Well I'm a Charmed One and anything is possible
for me, so we'll see how impossible it is for me to hurt you," I said as I
began throwing every punch and kick I knew at the guy, but he still wasn't
moving and nothing was hurting him at all. That didn't mean I was going to
give up and let him have Daughtry. I started kicking and punching even
harder and harder.

Shax had sent an electric wave at Wyatt, who put up his shield and blocked
it with no problem. Shax' electric wave had no effect on Wyatt what so
ever. It didn't even push him back a little. That's how much Wyatt's power
has grown over the years, and Shax began to shiver a little thinking that
maybe it wouldn't take all three Charmed Ones to defeat him, but that
didn't mean he wanted to let all of us get together and vanquish us like
the past ones did. Shax began sending his electric waves everywhere,
causing the building to collapse even more and faster.

Wyatt was smart enough to keep his shield up. He knew if he tried to attack
Shax now then he'd be at risk of getting hit with a piece of the building
that was collapsing from the roof. The twice blessed knew he couldn't go on
like this, it was going to be just a matter of time before the whole
building caves in, and then him and I are going to be trapped.

"Chris!" Wyatt called. "A little help here!" he shouted looking my
way. When he saw what I was doing he could have swore his eyes where
playing tricks on him. I was next to Daughtry, who was still lying there
motionless, throwing punches and kicks at the air. I must have lost it or
something, because that's not usually something that I would do. "Chris,"
Wyatt kept calling. He was really beginning to worry. Why was I just
fighting the air. That was the most unusual thing he's seen me do, and if
he didn't know any better, he would say that I was going crazy, but Wyatt
knew that I was far from it. I might be short tempered, but I wasn't
crazy. "Chris, get over here and help me," Wyatt shouted.

That time I did hear him, but I was still distracted trying to stop this
guy from touching Daughtry. "I would love to help Wyatt, but right now I've
got my hands full," I told him.

Wyatt continued to look as I was still throwing punches and kicks at the
air. He is still having a hard time trying to process what I'm doing. Maybe
I am crazy, but right now isn't a time to be acting that way. Shax is on a
rampage and the whole building is beginning to cave in and right now we
needed to get out of here more than anything.

"Chris what are you doing," Wyatt shouted.

"I'm trying to keep this guy from hurting Daughtry," I shouted back. "What
does it look like I'm doing?!"

"What guy are you talking about?!" Wyatt asked getting frustrated more and
more. Right now I wasn't just endangering myself, but also the baby and
Wyatt was going to be damned if he's come this far to just let me and his
child die right now. If he has to he's willing to just orb over there and
carry me out of the building on his shoulders like a five year old if he
had to, which he's been doing a lot of these days.

"This guy right in front of me," I said still kicking and punching what was
a man in front of me, but Wyatt still saw nothing.

"What guy?!"

"This guy, can't you see him," I said turning around and looking at
Wyatt. When I turned back, the guy was gone. "Well there was a guy there,"
I said. I just shrugged. Maybe he was my imagination. No, he was real. He
was talking about taking Daughtry away, but I don't know why.

Daughtry groaned, finally starting to wake up. He opened his eyes, and at
first he couldn't remember a thing until he saw Shax in an angry rage. His
memory quickly came back to him, and Daughtry was now ready for round two
with Shax. Conjuring up and athame and ready to hurl it at the demon, he
didn't realize there was a rock about to fall on top of him.

I on the other hand was quick enough to see it was about to fall right on
him. I waved my hand sending the boulder the other way, and luckily it hit
Shax, causing the demon to fly back against the wall hard. I knew he wasn't
dead, but at least he was out cold for a good long while. This gave all
three of us the opportunity to get away before the whole building collapsed
on us.

"Evans, get Daughtry out of here now!" Wyatt demanded.

I saw that this was no time to argue with Wyatt. He didn't look like he was
in the mood to put up with an argument from me right now, so I did what he
said and grabbed onto Daughtry and orbed out of the mausoleum. I waited
outside in the cemetery for Wyatt, because I didn't want to leave without
making sure he was alright.

Once Wyatt saw that I was alright, and that I had orbed out, he let down
his shield only so he could orb out. When Wyatt got out to the cemetery he
could see me standing there with Daughtry, letting him sigh with relief
because I wasn't hurt and I had finally listened to him when he told me to
do something. Wyatt ran over to me and pulled me into a hug.

"Thank goodness you're okay," he whispered in my ear. He held me for a
little bit and then he pulled away and his mood then changed to
angry. "What were you thinking," he asked. "I told you to stay back and you
could have gotten yourself killed," he scolded.

"I'm sorry okay," I said back.

"Sorry doesn't cut it Chris," Wyatt continued to lecture. "You could have
gotten yourself killed and our unborn child," he pointed out. "What were
you thinking?! And then you go off and start punching the air! What's wrong
with you," Wyatt asked angrily. Wyatt's blood was really starting to
bubble. He loved me, but I was making it way to easy for myself to be
killed and it was becoming more difficult for Wyatt to protect me, so he's
really starting to get heated.

I was highly offended. I wasn't punching the air, and he should know that I
might be crazy, but I'm not that crazy to just start punching something
that isn't there. "Okay first of all, I was not punching the air, and
second there really was a man there okay, and he said he was after Daughtry
and I was able to stop him, no thanks to you," I said harshly.

"Well sorry I was to busy trying to protect you from a real demon who was
said to have killed you in the future," Wyatt replied. "While you were over
there punching this so called invisible demon, I was trying to hold back
Shax so he wouldn't come after you!"

"Guys!" Daughtry interrupted. He got up from the ground and began holding
his head as he walked towards us. Taking all those hits really hurt his
head, and he felt like he had a bad headache. "Right now isn't the time for
you two to be arguing," he stated. "Chris, you fainted once while you were
pregnant with Prue for arguing, so why are you two going to make that same
mistake," he said.

Daughtry really had a point. He was a really wise guy. I knew I could
always count on him to make the wise decisions even in a bad time. He's the
one who's mostly helped Wyatt and I work out our differences and he's the
one who has always been there for me to give me the best advice when I need
it, so I should have known he was going to say something about our arguing,
since he's a good friend and he doesn't want to see me faint.

Wyatt nodded agreeing with him. "He's right Evans," he said. "I shouldn't
be yelling at you like that, but next time please don't go off and put
yourself in danger like that okay," Wyatt begged.

"Okay," I agreed.

"I love you and I'm sorry," Wyatt apologized.

"I love you too, and I'm sorry for not listening to you," I said. Wyatt
took this opportunity to pull me closer to him, so he could wrap his arms
around my back. I responded by wrapping my hands back around his neck and
coming even more closer to him. Soon our lips closed the gap that was in
between us, as we were lost in a passionate kiss.

Daughtry waited for us to stop, but after watching it for awhile he knew
that we weren't going to unless he said something about it so he took in a
deep breath and decided he was going to ruin our fun. "Hey umm..guys," he
said, causing us to break our lip lock. "I don't mean to spoil the party,
but we've got bigger problems on our hands," he pointed out.

I looked back at Wyatt, and could tell by his facial expressions that he
really wanted to continue, but I knew we couldn't because there was so much
to do right now. "He's right Wyatt," I said and Wyatt began to pout like a
five year old. "But hey, I promise, we can have our fun later alright," I
said giving him a quick little peck on the lips.

"Okay," Wyatt gave in. "Lets get home," he said grabbing my hand along with
Daughtry's and orbing us back to the manor.

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When we got back to the manor I took Wyatt to the kitchen and put some ice
on his head and stayed there for awhile with him, while everyone else was
talking in the living room. Wyatt told them everything that happened,
including the part where he said he saw me fighting an invisible man, who
the sisters found quite suspicious. They can remember hearing this story
before, but they didn't remember exactly where.

"Are you sure it was a man Evans saw," Phoebe asked.

"I don't know," Wyatt answered. "I mean it was him who claims that he was
fighting someone," Wyatt pointed out. He didn't want to make it seem like I
was going crazy, but he really didn't know what else to say. This was
really getting complicated and Shax wasn't making things any better.

Everyone in the room sat in silence for the next few minutes trying to
process all the information. Did I really see someone or was my mind
playing tricks on me. That was when I entered sensing what was on
everyone's mind.

"I did see a man!" I exclaimed causing everyone to look up. "He was there,
and if I hadn't of fought him off he would have taken Daughtry," I said. I
decided that it was okay to leave Daughtry in the room alone since he was
conscious and I don't think anyone would attack him while he's at the
manor. That would be suicide in my book.

"We believe you Evans, but why didn't Wyatt see him," Paige asked.

"I don't know," I said back. "Maybe for some reason only I can see him," I
suggested.

"Hmm...you said he was there to take Daughtry," Piper asked and I
nodded. She started to think about this hard. There was only one man who
would do that, but he's not even a man. Piper has met this guy many times,
and if I was talking about the person who she was thinking of then this
could mean trouble. "Evans what did he look like," she questioned.

"Well um..," I started to think trying to get his image back in my mind,
which wasn't too hard since I just saw him not that long ago. "He has gray
hair, he wears dark clothes, and he has an English accent," was all that I
could tell them. I know that wasn't much, but there was nothing else that I
could use to describe him. I then looked up to see that same man standing
in the room. "And he's standing right there," I said pointing to where he
was.

The whole family immediately jumped up from where they were and all crowded
to one side. I can tell that they've met him before, but for some reason
they're afraid of him, and I don't know why. He seems harmless. I mean I
even threw punches and kicks at him, and though they did nothing to him, he
never once retaliated and tried to do anything to me, so as far as I knew
he was harmless.

"You," Piper said.

"You guys can see him," I asked.

"Of course we can see him," Phoebe said.

"See, Wyatt, I told you I wasn't lying," I said. "Who is this guy?"

"He's not a guy, this is the Angel of Death," Piper answered. "What do you
want," Piper asked. This man wasn't someone on her good list. He's take so
much away from her. He's taken her mother, her grams, her sister, and then
even tried to take Leo away, but Piper was able to save him. The man even
killed her and forced her to go around collecting souls for him. Whenever
he showed up, it was never a good sign, and that's why Piper is suspicious
as to why he's here now. If he's here to take away another one of her
family members, Piper was not going to allow it. Even if that meant she had
to go through the same thing she did with Leo.

"Don't worry, I'm not here for any of you," he smirked as he began
advancing on the family. "I'm here to warn Evans," he said looking straight
at me, and not eying the rest of the family.

"Me," I said and he nodded. "What are you trying to warn me about," I
asked.

The man looked to the side and then stared at me once more. "I'm here to
warn you about Daughtry," he said. "I'm sorry Evans, but Daughtry is due to
die soon, and there's nothing you can do about it. Its his time," the angel
of death spoke, knowing how I was going to react. That's why he decided to
warn me knowing because I'm a Charmed One, and I'm stubborn I'm going to
try everything I can to protect him.

"What?!" I said in disbelief. "You can't be serious," I began to pace the
room back and forward. "No, he can't die, its not his time yet," I yelled
at the man who I right now hated more than anyone or anything.

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do," the angel said. "Its his
destiny, and I only came to warn you so that you can be prepared," he spoke
even more. "I'm sorry Evans, but it has to happen, and you can try to fight
it all you want, but if you interfere it could mean your death as well," he
said.

"Wait, what are you talking about, it could mean my death as well," I
asked.

The angel didn't say anything. Before I could press on with the matter he
started disappearing knowing that if he stayed any longer things would not
be good, so without letting things go any further, he left leaving me
standing there confused and scared.

"No, Daughtry," I cried remembering that he was in the kitchen. I took off
as fast as I could with the my brothers not to far behind calling my name,
but I was in such a panic that I didn't even hear them. My first thoughts
were on Daughtry, and then I couldn't help, but wonder what the Death Angel
meant, by his death could be the cause of mine, but I'd soon find out. I
ran all the way into the kitchen only to find Daughtry not there, and the
back door was wide open, with the wind blowing it open and close. I froze
right there on the spot scared. A million things could have happened. He
could be hurt, Shax could have him, he might even be dead, and if he is I
will never forgive myself.

Not too much longer after I had entered the kitchen, Wyatt and Chris came
in there also, having been scared to death themselves of what the Angel of
Death said. If it were true then that could mean I would die sooner than
what they saw in the future and that would be worse.

"Evans," Wyatt said walking up to me and pulling me so that I was facing
him. "I told you not to run off like that," Wyatt lectured. "You had me
scared there for a moment," he added.

"Wyatt, not now please," I begged. I know he's upset, but right now I just
can't deal with it. I've got too much on my mind, and I know that Wyatt
should be one of my first priorities, but right now I'm so worried about
Daughtry that I really can't take anything else. "I've got to find
Daughtry," I pointed out.

"What?!" Wyatt said looking around to see that he wasn't there just like I
saw. "Where could he have gone," Wyatt asked.

"I don't know, that's why I have to find him before Shax does," I panicked
more and more. My stomach then started hurt. Something was happening to
Richard. The more and more I was panicking the more my stomach was starting
to hurt. It almost got to the point where I just wanted to collapse on the
ground.

Every moment that went by I started to get more and more scared about what
could be happening to him, especially since the Angel of Death came to
visit and said that he was suppose to die. I couldn't let that happen even
if it was messing with destiny. Daughtry has been there for me so much that
I owe him this more than I owe anyone anything. I can't just imagine life
without him. He's been my best friend for a long time, and there is no one
in my life who can replace him. Not even my own brothers or Wyatt.

Wyatt could feel my pain and knew exactly where it was coming from. Stress,
and that was a problem that we've been dealing with too much over the days,
which is really not good, and he feels as though its getting too out of
hand and its time for him to start taking action.

"Chris," Wyatt said holding me against him till I stopped shaking. "You
need to calm down okay," Wyatt pointed out. "If you faint right now then
you won't be able to help Daughtry, so please just calm down right now for
me," Wyatt said.

I stopped shaking only so that Wyatt would let me go, which he did and I
was quick to pull away from him. "Calm down! You want me to calm down,
Wyatt when my best friend is out there and there's a demon after him, and
not only that, but then there's the damn Death Angel who's trying to get
him too," I pointed out.

This was all a lot to take in, in one day, but there was nothing I could
do. This was my life. Chasing and hunting down demons and protecting
innocents with the stress of being pregnant, but this time things are a lot
worse. I'm hunting down a demon who is said to have killed me in the
future, and the innocent I'm trying to protect is my best friend who was
said to die, and if I interfered could mean my death too, which I still
didn't get.

"Bro," Chris said. "You need to calm down okay," he agreed with
Wyatt. "Don't worry, we're gonna find him, and everything is going to be
okay alright," Chris continued. He then came over to where I was standing
and began to rub my back gently to calm me down a little more. A few
seconds later Chris started to shake like he was having a seizure.

"Chris, Chris!" I called. "You okay bro," I asked, but the young brunette
did not answer. All he did was continued to shake like he had some kind of
shacking disorder and then blood started to come out of his nose, which
scared Wyatt and I because this was not usual.

"He's having a premonition," Wyatt pointed out.

Premonition...


The manor was quite, and the house was deserted. No one was there. There
wasn't a sound being made. It was like everyone had abandoned the house,
but it didn't look like it was old. It looked the same as it looked now,
except that this time, it was in the day. There wasn't a sign of a child
there or anyone else. Just pure silence like an empty house would be. The
question was, why is the manor so quiet when there is so many people
walking in and out of there including all the sisters and they're children
slash grandchildren.

It wasn't quiet for much longer. Next thing Chris saw was me walking right
there the front door in a hurry, like I had been running from something,
but what. I was still pregnant, so that must mean this isn't too far
away. Chris continued to watch the whole seen as I walked down the hall,
scared of what it was going to show him, since his premonitions are really
never good, but why is it showing him something that I'm doing. If Daughtry
was the innocent, shouldn't it be trying to warn him about Daughtry. Chris
just decided that he would wait and see.

Soon after I had entered a huge tornado came whirling in through the front
doors, pushing them right open like gang busters. The tornado kept
spinning, and it was heading straight towards me, but it stopped when it
had reached within a ten foot distance of me. The tornado stopped spinning
and it revealed to be the same demon who it always had been. Shax, the
assassin and my mother's killer.

For awhile the demon and I were staring at each other in the eyes. Chris
had never seen such hatred in my eyes. This was the demon who had killed my
mother and this was a demon that I've wanted to have my chance at to face
on my own, even if it meant putting myself at risk and it could mean my own
death. The way Shax was looking at me was horrifying, and this did not look
like it was going to end pretty.

"You ready to die, just like your mother," Shax asked with a smirk on his
face. This demon was so cold that he enjoyed taking her life. He was proud
of himself for taking a mother away from her son, only so that he could
kill me too, and put an end to the Charmed Ones again, even though he
failed to do it when he met Paige, but this time he was going to redeem
himself. Without the power of three, Shax thought I was just a sitting duck
waiting to be shot, and he couldn't wait to say that he was the one who
took me out along with taking out my mother.

I stared back at him. My empath power was letting me know his thoughts, and
they would have brought me to tears if I had let my guard down but I
couldn't. If I let this demon know he got to me then he would only continue
to do it to me even more. "You should be the one ready to die," I said
back, wiping that evil smirk off of his face and turning it into a from.

The demon was so angered by the comment that he gathered all his energy
into one electric ball, and before I even had time to react he sent it
straight at me. Before Chris could see the rest, the whole seen just
flashed and he found himself at another place.

Only this time, it was somewhere he never thought he'd be. It was at a
funeral home, and he instantly suspected the worse. Anytime he's at a
funeral its never good. Nothing good ever came out of being there, and
Chris knew that he was about to get some sad news.

Once Chris got inside he could see a coffin, indicating someone's death. It
was white with flowers everywhere, just like the one his Aunt Prue had when
she died, but why was it exactly like hers was the question that was on
Chris' mind more than anything else.

Next thing he knew, he was looking at his mother who was sitting down in
one of the front rows crying, and then his dad had his arm around her
trying to comfort her. The next people he saw were his nieces and nephews
who all had sad looks, and some of them were even crying, but Chris still
didn't know who's death it was that they were crying about.

Chris finally then noticed something strange. I wasn't anywhere to be
found, and this was a funeral with the whole family there. The next person
Chris saw was Wyatt. He looked really sad, but he wasn't crying at all. He
then saw Wyatt looking down at piece of paper. It was a program in memory
of that person who had died. Chris finally saw Wyatt turning the page, and
half way through it, Chris saw the picture of someone who he hoped and
prayed that it wasn't. The picture was me.


End of Premonition...

When Chris opened his eyes, he could barely breath. He had been in that
time so long that he was in shock, and he nearly fainted, but somehow he
was able to manage to keep himself together. His nose was still bleeding,
but the brunette did not know that, and even if he did, he didn't
care. What he saw was far worse than a bloody nose.

"Chris," I called again. "Chris, you okay," I asked concerned.

Chris was too shocked to say anything so he just nodded. I grabbed his arm
and helped him to a chair to sit down. It was obvious that he had seen
something that wasn't good. Wyatt quickly got a cold paper towel and began
cleaning his nose for him.

"Chris, what did you see," Wyatt asked.

Chris gulped and did his best to find the strength to speak, which was just
about all he had. This premonition was the one that took everything out of
him. He's never had one like this out of all the premonitions he's had, and
that's been a lot. "Y..Yo..You," he stuttered as he pointed at me.

"Me," I said as I pointed to myself confused. Now I was really anxious to
know what he saw. What about me did he see that would cause him to be in
shock like this, and give him a bloody nose. It must have been really
intense, because he's never had a premonition about me before, at least I
don't think he has, and if he has, he's never told me about it.

"I..s...s...saw...y..you," he stuttered even more trying to get his
strength back.

"You saw me what?" I asked even more anxious.

Chris had gulped one last time regaining his strength finally. "I saw you
in my premonition," he said. "And you died," he told me.

The whole room went silent for a moment. At first I thought I heard wrong,
but I couldn't deny it by the way Chris was acting. "What?! That's
impossible, I mean Patty even said herself that I was suppose to die when
she was fourteen."

Chris shook his head saying, "I know what I saw Evans, and it made it even
more clear," Chris said. "You were going head to head with Shax in the
manor, and then next thing I knew, Shax shot you and then I saw mom crying
and dad comforting her along with Wyatt and the kids. I knew it was you,
because you were nowhere to be found, and then I saw your picture," Chris
explained.

"No," I feared. "That can't be right," I said. "You must have misunderstood
something," I suggested to my younger brother.

Chris was quick to reply. He was more sure than he could ever be, and that
was pretty darn sure. "No, Evans, I know what I saw, and now I know what
the death Angel means," Chris said. "If you keep trying to protect
Daughtry, then eventually Shax will kill you," he said.

It took me time to process what Chris was telling me. Did he just tell me
that I could die from trying to protect my own friend. From protecting an
innocent. Someone who has been nothing but kind to me. He's saying that I
can't even protect him.

"I don't believe it," I said. "Your premonition must be wrong," I snapped.

"Evans, you know that my premonitions don't like," Chris pointed out. "How
can you just sit up here and think that I would tell you something like
that only to lie about it."

Chris was right. He knew never to lie about anything serious like
that. Especially when it could mean the death of someone close to
him. "Well there must be another way," I said. "But I'll figure that out
later," I decided. "Right now I've got to find Daughtry."

"You can't," Chris was quick to protest.

"He's right Evans, and I'm not letting you take that risk," Wyatt
said. Wyatt had been pretty silent for a good long time. He was still
having trouble listening to what Chris had just told him about me dying,
and that's Wyatt's worst nightmare. If he lost me, then his whole world
would go upside down, and that isn't something he wants to happen. Plus he
doesn't want to be a single father and have to raise all these kids by
himself. Wyatt knows that he will never remarry again, because there isn't
another person out there like me, and he wouldn't want his kids to grow up
without knowing me, like his mother did, and like I did.

I knew how stubborn the both of them were, and I knew they weren't going to
let me out of the house knowing that there's a good risk of Chris'
premonition happening, but I then thought of something. "Chris, where did
you say, your premonition took place at," I asked.

"The manor," he answered. "Why?"

"Because, if it took place at the manor then you guys don't have anything
to worry about if I go out and look for Daughtry," I pointed out.

"Maybe Evans, but I still don't want to take that risk," Wyatt said.

I grunted still angry, but I understood. If it were Wyatt I would be acting
the same way. "Look Wyatt, we might not even run into Shax, we're just
going to go look for Daughtry and bring him back, okay," I said. I could
see by his expression that his mind wasn't changing at all. "Please, Wyatt,
you'd do the same if it were one of your best friends," I stated.

Wyatt really had to think about this. I was right about Chris' premonition
being at night and if we just go to look for Daughtry there couldn't be
much harm in doing it, and if Shax shows up, Wyatt could just orb me back
to the manor, ignoring my protest. What really got to Wyatt was that he
knew if he was in the same place that he would want to be able to go find
Chris, so that was the straw.

"Alright Evans, but if things get too out of hand, we're coming right back
to the manor, no questions asked," Wyatt said.

"Okay," I agreed .
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Daughtry was walking through the empty dark streets that were as quiet as
the graveyard itself. He had been walking around for almost two hours now,
and it was pitch black outside, and he didn't know where he was going, but
it was somewhere, he could go and face Shax, alone, without me or anyone
else getting involved with it.

Daughtry didn't want anyone getting hurt because of him. Little did the
whole family know that, Daughtry had heard everything that was said in the
other room. The Death Angel saying that it was his time to die, plus how it
could be the death of me if I tried to interfere and Daughtry wasn't going
to let me lose my life for him. I had so much to live for. I have a husband
and six kids, about to be seven, and on top of that I have a family, which
is something that he would kill for, and he's not about to watch me throw
it all away for him.

All he's ever had is gone now and nothing really matters to him
anymore. Shax took everything from him, and Daughtry knows one thing. Its
either going to be him or Shax that dies, and from what the Death Angel
said, it was him, but that didn't mean Daughtry was going to give up
without a fight. He might not be as powerful as the Charmed Ones, but he
still has confidence in himself. After all he is a phoenix, and they are
said to be powerful assassins.

As Daughtry finally came to an abandoned park, he looked around to see that
there was no one around, and that there were no houses in sight, for miles
away. Daughtry really didn't even know where he was at right now. He could
have been in the middle of nowhere for all he knew, but at least he was
somewhere that his magic wouldn't be exposed, and it would take a lot to
find him.

Once he was clear, Daughtry looked up to the sky and shouted, "You want me
Shax! Well here I am! Its just me and you so why don't you come out from
wherever the hell you are! I know your ass has been following me, so why
don't we just settle this now!" He taunted, but didn't see
nothing. Daughtry then thought that he would try a different
approach. "What Shax! Are you too afraid to get your ass out here and face
me! Afraid that I might whoop your demon ass," he teased even more knowing
that Shax would definitely not back down from this challenge. "You're
probably not even worth my time, and you don't even deserve to be called
the Source's assassin because you're too scared of one little Phoenix!"

Right then the whole ground began to Shax, as a tornado had started to spin
into the area. Trees started flying everywhere, and even rocks that were
huge were starting to fly. The assassin was really angry. No demon has ever
challenged him like that. At least none that have lived to tell the
tale. When Shax had approached the spot he wanted to be at he stopped the
tornado, and there he stood face to face with the Phoenix, who's life he
destroyed.

"Well, well," Shax said. "It seems you are without your Charmed friends,"
he pointed out.

Daughtry clenched his jaw angry at what the demon said. "Well, at least I
have friends, unlike you who isn't even liked by the Source. He only needs
you when he's too lazy to do his own work," Daughtry told the demon who he
hated more than he hated anything.

Shax then let out a loud cry. He was so angry right now that he could blow
up even the Source if he was here right now. The demon the conjured up his
biggest lightening ball ever. Next thing he did was sent it straight at the
Phoenix who just stood there and watched.

Daughtry knew this might be the end for him. This was a big attack that he
knew he couldn't dodge, nor could he block it. All he could do was stand
there and take the attack like the brave person that he is. Nothing could
save him now. He was about to die like his family. This all had gone in
slow motion. Daughtry could have moved out the way before Shax had even
sent the ball his way, but he was frozen solid, putting himself in harms
way.

Wyatt, Chris, and I orbed in just in the nick of time. Not in enough time
really. All we could see was Shax hurling an energy ball straight at
Daughtry, which was so close to hitting him.

I knew the Angel of Death was there. I might not be able to see him, but I
could feel him, and I knew he's been waiting for this moment. I couldn't
let him have it. Not my best friend. Not the guy who I could call at
anytime even if its 1:00 in the morning and he'd still be there. He's done
so much for me, and I refuse to lose him this way. I can't lose him. Not
here, and not now.

Before anyone else could react I pushed Wyatt and Chris' arms off of me. I
know this is really going to get me in big trouble, but I can't let
Daughtry die like this. Neither Daughtry nor Shax had seen my presence. It
wasn't until I had pushed Daughtry out of the way, and took the full blast,
that they had known I had orbed in.

The blast hit me so hard it sent me all the way back into a tree that was
in the area. I hit the tree so hard that my head split right open and was
leaking blood. I could already fill my life draining away, but there was
nothing I could do about it. I had made my choice, and now its up to Wyatt
to protect the kids.

"Evans!" Wyatt shouted panicked. He was so stunned. This shouldn't have
happened. Wyatt should have never brought me along. He should have just
trusted his instincts and left me at home, and none of this would have ever
happened. If only he had thought about this more before he brought me.

Shax smirked seeing as he has done some damage to someone he didn't think
he would catch today. "Well that's one Charmed One down, and two more to
go," he said.

Wyatt turned at the demon and growled. Wyatt tapped into my power and waved
his hand sending the assassin flying in the air. Wyatt would ave attacked
him even more if his brother hadn't come up and stopped him.

"Out of my way, Chris!" Wyatt growled.

"No, Wyatt," Chris replied. "There is still a way that you might be able to
save Evans if you go heal him now," Chris told his brother. "Look, I'll
distract Shax, you just go make sure that Evans is okay?"

Wyatt nodded and agreed to the plan. If there was any chance in him saving
me then he was going to do it. Even if that meant losing his own life in
the process. It wouldn't matter to him anymore, because he wouldn't have me
in it, and if he didn't have me, then he felt like he had nothing in the
world. He might still have his kids and he loves them to death, but he
doesn't want to raise them on his own.

Wyatt took no time in running over to where I was, but someone had already
beat him to me. It wasn't a demon. It was my best friend, Daughtry. He was
kneeling over my body balling his eyes out.

"This is all my fault," Daughtry sobbed.

Wyatt didn't have time to play the blame game, even though he partially did
blame Daughtry, but he never said anything. He knew if I found out that he
was blaming Daughtry for any of this, then I would never talk to him again,
living or dead. "Look, the only way I can save him is if you move alright,"
Wyatt asked politely, but inside he was bubbling.

Daughtry nodded and moved away from my body, which hurt him a lot. If Wyatt
wasn't able to save me, Daughtry would never forgive himself for
this. Daughtry has always felt I was like a brother to him more than a best
friend. Daughtry knew that I had kept his secret of him being a phoenix for
a long time, and he knew that after this he was going to have to reveal to
the family his secret, whether I lived or not. The Charmed Ones had to know
why Shax was after him. He felt as though he owed them the explanation,
after having nearly gotten me killed.

Wyatt put his hands up to my head, hoping more than anything that this
would work. Golden orbs started coming out of his hands, and Wyatt waited
to see if my body would take any reaction to what he was trying to
do. Wyatt continued to try and try.

"What's going on," Daughtry asked worriedly.

Wyatt nodded saying, "its working." He continued to hold his hands up there
until the crack in my head was healed, letting him know that I was fully
healed and back to health. Before I could even move another muscle Wyatt
pulled me into a hard hug, never wanting to let me go, ever. He kept me
there for awhile, until he finally pulled away. "What were you thinking!"
He yelled. He knows that arguing with me isn't good for the baby, but right
now he can't help it. The risk I just took wasn't good for the baby
either. As a matter of fact, that could have gotten the baby killed easier
than if I fainted. "Evans, do you know how close to death you were? You
scared the hell out of me," he scolded even more.

I should have expected this. This was the third time tonight that I hadn't
listened to Wyatt when he's told me to do something, and this time it had
almost gotten me killed. The other times he might have let slide, but I
should have known he wasn't going to let this one go without giving me a
lecture.

"I'm sorry, Wyatt its just I couldn't let Daughtry get hurt," I explained.

Wyatt shook his head. "I've lost you once, Chris, and I don't want to lose
you again, you hear me," Wyatt said as he pulled me into a rough kiss, not
wanting to break it for anything. The kiss continued until we felt the
presence of Chris fall right next to us from getting sent flying from the
demon we almost forgot about.

"Hey, um I'm not trying to spoil you guys' moment, but right now we've got
bigger problems," Chris pointed out as Shax began to move closer and closer
to us. Chris quickly reached in his back pocket and took out a piece of
paper that had words written all over it. "I brought this just in case we
needed it," he said.

Wyatt took it from him and studied what was written on it. It was a spell
to vanquish Shax. All three of us quickly stood up from the ground, and
started to read the spell, but before we could finish it, Shax quickly
tornado out of the area.

"Well looks like this isn't the last we'll be seeing of him," Chris said as
he watched the tornado move further and further away.

"It sure isn't," Wyatt said. "Come on lets get back to the manor," Wyatt
spoke as he grabbed my hand and also Chris'. Daughtry was beginning to walk
away, but Wyatt stopped him. "Stop right there," he demanded. "You're
coming back to the manor with us," Wyatt informed him. "We're all gonna
have a little chat," Wyatt explained. "So come on, grab Evans' hand," Wyatt
told him.

Daughtry knew by the look in Wyatt's eyes that he better not argue, and he
might as well go back with them. How else was he going to explain about the
whole thing with Shax being after him. Daughtry walked over to where I was
and immediately grabbed my hand, and Wyatt wasted no time in orbing us all
back to the manor.

Once at the manor, Wyatt looked at all three of us and gestured us straight
for the couch, meaning we were all about to get it, even though I wonder
what Chris did to deserve it. I can see why he wants to talk to me and
Daughtry, but I don't understand why he wants to talk to Chris. Maybe Chris
is just there to back him up on whatever he said.

All three of us went and sat on the couch. Daughtry sat on one couch, Chris
sat on the one across from him, I sat on the couch near the center. I felt
that I might as well, since I'm the one in the most trouble, and I'm the
one who Wyatt is probably going to yell at the most, so why not be the
center of attention when he's doing this.

Soon after settling ourselves on the couch, Wyatt walked in and stood in
front of all of us. His hands were on his hips and he did not look to
happy. It wouldn't even take an empath to figure that out by the frown he
had on his face. I haven't seen him this angry since the time that I told
him I cheated on him, even though I didn't really, but still Wyatt did look
pretty pissed off. Since he had that same look again, I knew we were in for
it. At least Daughtry and I were, but I don't know about this.

"Alright let me start off by saying how mad I am," he grunted. "No wait,
mad isn't good enough, let me say that I'm furious," he added. "I can't
believe the way you guys are acting," Wyatt stated. "Chris, to tell you the
truth really I'm not mad at you at all, but I thought you should be here to
hear this," Wyatt told his younger brother. "But the rest of you, I can't
believe how you guys are handling this situation, first off, Evans, you go
and you almost get yourself and our baby killed by taking the fall for
someone we could have saved easily!"

"But Wyatt I-," I tried to speak.

"I'm not finished yet!" Wyatt shouted so loud that the whole manor began to
shake. Hopefully it wouldn't wake Piper and Leo. "We'll talk more on that
issue when we get home," Wyatt said. "What I'm more focused on right now is
something else," Wyatt spoke as he looked at Daughtry. "Alright Daughtry, I
want to know the truth! Why is Shax after you, and why are you so anxious
to go after him, and don't give me any bullshit," Wyatt warned.

"Wyatt calm down," I pleaded.

"Chris, I told you already, we will talk when we get home, but right now I
want answers and I'm going to get them from your best friend," Wyatt
said. "So start talking," Wyatt said.

Daughtry looked at me and took one last breath before he began
speaking. This was going to be a lot for him to tell. Especially since it
meant losing the people who he loved most.

"It happened about a week ago," Daughtry started. "I had just come in to
town after coming to visit with Evans, and I went back home to see my
family, and at first they were all okay, and so my dad asked me if I could
go to the store for him to get a few things, and I thought there was no
harm in it, so I went to the store, and it did take me awhile to get
everything that I needed," Daughtry told. Right then his whole tone
changed. "When I got back home, I found my whole family murdered in the
house, and standing there next to all their bodies was the demon, Shax
himself. Turns out that they were all suppose to be executed for not
fulfilling their end of a bargain they made with Shax. Seeing as my family
were all assassins, they were asked to go wipe out an entire family, but
they refused, and decided they didn't want to kill anymore, so Shax took it
upon himself to kill my family, including my older sister Bianca," Daughtry
said.

Wyatt nodded taking it all in, but there was something that caught his
attention, and Wyatt can't believe that he hasn't figured this out
before. Not only was he suppose to be the bravest one of all the Charmed
Ones, but he was expected to be the smartest.

"Wait a minute," Wyatt spoke. "Did you say that your whole family were all
Phoenix's," Wyatt asked.

"Yeah, why?" Daughtry questioned.

"I should have know," Wyatt muttered under his breath. "It was him, wasn't
it," Wyatt asked turning to me.

I looked back at Wyatt confused as ever. "What are you talking about,
Wyatt? Daughtry didn't do anything," I stated.

"He's the reason why you're part Phoenix, isn't he?"

I knew Wyatt must have figured it out, and this wasn't good. I promised
Daughtry that I would keep his secret, and I have to keep that
promise. Even though he might have told Wyatt and Chris that he's a
phoenix, I'm not going to tell him about who turned me into a Phoenix. That
would be betraying a friend, and that's something I'm not going to do.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Wyatt," I pretended.

"I think you know exactly what I'm talking about," Wyatt said. "Don't lie
to me Chris. It was him who turned you half Phoenix wasn't it," Wyatt asked
again really wanting to know.

I was just about to say something, and lie even more, but Daughtry was able
to quickly sense it, and stopped me before I could get any worse. He didn't
want me and Wyatt going at it again. "Its okay Chris," Daughtry said. "He's
your husband now, and he does have a right to know everything that's
happened to you so, yeah it was partly because of me that Chris is part
demon, but it wasn't me who gave him the transplant, it was my mother who
donated her blood," Daughtry explained to the blond male.

"So you knew about us being witches all along, didn't you," Wyatt pressed.

"I guess you could say that," Daughtry replied.

"And you didn't say anything," Wyatt pointed out.

"Look, it wasn't my choice alright," Daughtry said. "My mom and dad said
that my sister and I weren't aloud to tell anyone about our powers, even if
it were someone we knew wouldn't tell," Daughtry stated.

"Well you told Evans," Wyatt said back.

"Actually, I didn't tell Evans," Daughtry said. "He figured it out on his
own that I was a Phoenix, but I did make him promise me not to tell anyone
about my secret. Even you," Daughtry said.

"Really," Wyatt said turning towards me again. "So this is the person you
made a promise to, and couldn't tell me why and how you were a Phoenix, and
everything," Wyatt shook his head. "You know Evans, I thought you loved me
enough to talk to me about anything," he said.

"Wyatt, I do, but its just I promised Daughtry that I wouldn't tell, and I
couldn't break a promise," I told my husband.

"Yeah, but I thought we promised that we wouldn't keep secrets away from
each other," Wyatt reminded. "I guess your promise to Daughtry is more
important than your promise to me."

Daughtry could look at this and see it was getting nowhere, but he couldn't
help but be a little mad at Wyatt. Yeah, I was married to Wyatt and all,
but that didn't mean I should have to break every promise I have with
anyone to tell him everything that he wants to know. Wyatt should
understand that I have Daughtry as a friend and I should be able to keep
his little secret and not have to tell just because I'm married. Daughtry
understands that Wyatt was worried about me, but that's no reason to start
getting mad at me now, and scolding me for keeping one small secret from
him.

"Hey, Wyatt, I know you're probably mad at me too, but I'm telling you that
this is going to get us nowhere," Daughtry said.

"He's right," Chris said speaking up for the first time. "Wyatt we
shouldn't be playing the blame game right now, what we should be doing is
going after Shax before what happens in my premonition comes true."

"No," Wyatt said. "Its late, and we should be getting home," Wyatt
decided. "I'm sure mom has probably put the kids in their beds, thinking
that we're going to be home any minute now, so I think its about time we
get home before one of our kids gets out of bed and realizes that we're not
home," Wyatt suggested. "Well deal with this Shax in the morning."

"Sounds good to me," Chris agreed.

"What about Daughtry," I asked.

"He's staying here," Wyatt stated.

"No thats okay, I can stay at my own house," Daughtry said, as he began to
walk out, but was quickly grabbed by Wyatt.

"You're staying here, got that," Wyatt demanded. "I'm not trying to be mean
or controlling, but I know you're Evans' best friend, and right now you're
on the run from Shax, and he's probably just waiting to get his hands on
you, so I want you to stay here with my mom, dad, Peter and Chris so they
can protect you just in case that demon comes after you again," Wyatt said.

"Okay, I'll stay," Daughtry agreed.

"Come on Chris, lets go home," Wyatt said grabbing my hand and orbing us
both out of the manor and back to our house. "You go check on the girls,
and I'll check on the boys," was the first thing Wyatt said when we got
back to our house. Wyatt took no time heading up the stairs and down the
hall where the boys rooms were. He didn't even ask if I needed any help or
anything. I could tell he was pretty mad about everything that had occurred
today, but I knew I'd talk to him later.

I waited till I saw Wyatt out of sight before I went up those same stairs
thinking about everything that happened today. I first went to Patience's
room, and saw that she was in a deep sleep. I guess she must have had a
rough day at school or something, because I haven't seen Patience sleeping
this peaceful ever since she was a baby. I just wish that she would sleep
like this all the time, so she wouldn't be up making a lot of commotion
like she usually does.

Quietly I close Patience's room, and walked down the hall to the room next
to hers, which was Prue's. Prue seemed to be sleeping the same as she
normally slept. She still had that bear that I gave her. I can't believe
she's almost eight years old and she still sleeps with a bear. I know
she'll get over it soon. At least I think she does, because I didn't see
grown up Prue with a bear.

I then left out Prudence's room to go to the youngest room. I know she's
just a baby, but she really takes a lot out of me and Wyatt. She requires
so much attention, but I still love her. I opened the door to see the baby
sleep as usual. Whenever she's not sleeping she's eating. That's Patty for
you. All she does is eat sleep and then has to be changed just about ever
hour of the day, which is a real nightmare, but what can I say.

Once I was sure that my daughters were okay, I began to head back to mine
and Wyatt's bedroom. I know things aren't going to be good. Especially
since Wyatt said we had to talk about what happened today. I understand
Wyatt being protective and all, but sometimes I just wonder why does he
have to know everything I do and when I do it. Then on top of that, he's
always acting like I can't protect myself. I know I made a mistake today of
trying to save Daughtry the way I did, but I'm sure Wyatt would have done
the same thing for Xander or Chris, so why is he complaining. It shouldn't
be a big deal anymore.

Once I got back to the room, I could see the father of my child getting
himself ready for bed by taking off his clothes until he was just in his
boxers. He then jumped in the bed and pulled the covers over him. I took
this opportunity to start getting myself ready for bed. I figured I might
as well talk to Wyatt while I'm at it since I know I'm going hear it from
him anyway.

"So," I started as I began to pull of my shirt.

"So," Wyatt repeated.

"You said you wanted to talk about everything that happened today in
private with me," I reminded him. "So how about you start now," I
suggested, but didn't hear a word from Wyatt. "Go on Wyatt tell me what's
on your mind," I urged.

Wyatt then sat up on the bed so he could talk to me face to face. "Chris, I
don't even know where to begin," Wyatt started. "I mean do you understand
how worried you had me today, I sometimes feel like I'm your parent instead
of husband, and that's not how it should be."

"I'm sorry okay, Wyatt," I said sincerely. I know how worried Wyatt can
get. I've been married to the guy for over eight years, and even before I
married him, I could see how worried he gets when it comes to me. "Its just
that Daughtry was in trouble and I just couldn't stand there and watch him
get hurt. He's done so much for me Wy and I just felt like it was my duty
to protect him whether he was an innocent or not."

Wyatt gritted his teeth together angry and tired of hearing that name. He
moved so he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his back turned to
me. Right now he couldn't even look at me. "There you go again with
Daughtry," Wyatt said. "Ever since the guy came back into your life, its
always been Daughtry this, Daughtry that, I promised Daughtry, or I owe it
to Daughtry, well what about me, huh? I'd give my life for you in an
instant, but as far as I can see your commitment is to Daughtry, not me,"
Wyatt let out.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This whole thing today wasn't about
me or me putting myself in danger. I mean yeah that was part of it, and it
did add on to the bigger problem, but the real problem wasn't what happened
earlier. It was that Wyatt had a problem with Daughtry. I can't seem to
find why. I mean all Daughtry has done is helped us and he's a great
godfather to Patience and Patricia, so I don't know why Wyatt is acting
this way towards him.

"Wyatt," I said calmly. "Are you jealous of Daughtry," I asked.

Wyatt was too ashamed to answer so he just nodded. He wanted to lie and say
he wasn't, but right now it was so obvious that his own little kids could
tell that he was jealous. "I'm not so much jealous of him, its just that, I
feel like you love him more than you love me and the kids," Wyatt said.

"What? Wyatt, you know that's not true," I stated. "What would even make
you think that?"

Wyatt sighed saying, "its just that you're always so worried about him. You
tell him more secrets than you tell me and then you're out here risking
your life for the guy, but then I can't help but wonder if you would risk
your life for me that way. I guess what I'm trying to say is that Daughtry
is your best friend, and I feel like you don't need me whenever he's
around."

From Wyatt's words I could understand exactly where he was coming
from. Part of me feels bad, but then again, I can't help what goes on with
me and Daughtry. Its not like I'm kissing him or anything. We're just
friends, and nothing more. As a matter of fact I don't even think Daughtry
swings that way.

"Wyatt, yeah Daughtry is my best friend, but that's it. None of the things
that Daughtry and I do change how I feel about you. I love you and our kids
more than anything in this world, and I know I've kept a few secrets from
you, but I'm sorry, Wyatt, I know I can talk to you about anything, but
there are just some things that I can't tell you, and please don't let that
get in the way of our family. I love you so much," I told. I was able to
sense that Wyatt was starting to break. I then climbed in the bed with him
and wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my chin on his
shoulder. "Wyatt, I'm sorry for making you feel like Daughtry was more
important than you were, but I just want to let you know that you're the
most important person to me, and if I had to choose between losing you or
Daughtry, lets just say I know I might not have my best friend, but I'll
have someone that I love with me there all the way," I told him.

Wyatt smiled, unwrapping my arms from around his neck so he could look at
me. He then pushed me back down on the bed so that we were both laying
down. "I know, and I'm sorry that I made you feel so bad," Wyatt said.

"No, you have your right to your opinion, and I'm glad we could talk about
this instead of fighting," I said. "I love you Wyatt," I repeated for the
millionth time.

"Not as much as I love you," Wyatt smiled as he held me close.

We both then heard knocking at the door. At first I thought it was Chris
coming to tell us something has happened with Daughtry, but when the door
opened we both saw all our standing there. Patience was holding baby Patty
since Patty really couldn't stand on her own yet, but she was getting
there.

"Hey guys, what are y'all doing up," I asked.

"We heard you and daddy yelling," Patience answered as all of them climbed
into bed with us. Patience and Prue went and laid on my side while Ryan,
Robert and Rolland went and laid on Wyatt's side, and baby Patty went in
between me and Wyatt.

"Oh sorry guys," I apologized. "Daddy and I were just having a little
disagreement, but everything is okay now," I told them.

"Promise," Patience asked.

"I promise," I said. Nothing else was said after that. We all just drifted
to sleep.

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When I woke up, I looked over at the clock to see that it was two in the
morning. I looked over to see that Wyatt and the kids were fast asleep. I
guess they should be with everything that's gone on today. Right now I've
just got too much on my mind to sleep, and I can't stop thinking about
everything that was said today. Even what Chris told me what happened in
his premonition.

I can't believe Chris says he saw me die. At first I really found that hard
to believe, but seeing as I have already put myself in danger with Shax
more than once, his premonition is likely to come true. It scared me a lot,
but I can't tell Wyatt that. I know its another secret I'm hiding from him,
but he has to understand that I can't tell him everything.

I looked down at my stomach and began to rub it. Not only had I been
putting myself in that situation but my baby too. He should be due just
about any day now. Being eight and a half months pregnant isn't easy, but
then again since I've gone through this like five times, it isn't so
bad. Except when baby Richard is kicking. I still can't believe he kicks
harder than all his brothers and sisters.

I smiled just thinking about it all. I really didn't want to lose my kids
and I didn't want them to have to live without me just like I had to
without my mother, and it turned Patty evil. There had to had to be
something that I could do to change this.  I know what I have to do. I know
it isn't going to be easy, but hopefully it will work. If not for my sake
for Daughtry's and Wyatt's. I know I can't live without either of
them. They're both so important to me, I just can't count the number of
things that they've both done for me.

Prue and Patience were both lying on me, so I slowly and quietly pulled
them off of me, and slipped out of bed. I quietly tip toed over to the
closet and pulled out some clothes and put them on, making sure that I was
silent the whole time. I didn't want my kids to see what I was doing or
else they'd want to come, and what I'm about to do is dangerous. Probably
too dangerous for them.

Before I left, I looked back at my whole family who was still in bed. It
was a beautiful sight. Wyatt in bed and all the kids in bed with
him. That's the way things should be, and that's how they always should
be. I wanted to treasure this moment, so I went into the drawers and pulled
out my camera. I then took a picture of the whole scene. I forgot that the
flash was on. Wyatt started to wiggle, scaring me into thinking that he was
awake, but lucky for me a few seconds later he went right back to sleep.

I then quietly left the room, and shut the door gently. Having left my
whole family back in bed, I orbed back to the manor. I made sure I landed
in the attic, and I knew I had to be very careful. Knowing Piper and Chris,
I'm sure they've had too many run ins with demons trying to steal the Book
of Shadows, and now that its like four in the morning, I'm sure they
probably don't think one of us could be trying to use it.

I went over to the magic book and began searching for a spell. I remember
my mom telling me she used this spell before so I was hoping that it would
work for me the way I needed it too. I know there is a way to cheat
death. My mom told me that she was able to do it a few times, and so was
Piper. Piper even told me how Paige once even cheated death. So if all of
them could do it, then why couldn't Daughtry and I. They weren't much
different from us.

I know using magic for personal gain has consequences, but if saving my
best friends life means that my life will be miserable for the rest of the
time being then so be it. Daughtry shouldn't have to die. He's the only one
left in his family.

After searching for what felt like hours, I pulled out a sheet of paper,
and began to write the spell down. This spell has only been used once as
far as I know, because I'm pretty sure that Piper wouldn't risk using this
kind of spell, knowing how dangerous it could be. I had just finished
writing the whole spell when I heard coughing letting me know that someone
else's presence was there.

I looked up to see that Daughtry was standing there in the doorway. Judging
by how he was lying against the door, I could tell that he had been up here
watching me for awhile, so I quickly shut the book before he could see what
spell I was using. I knew if he knew what I was doing he would freak out.

"Evans, what are you doing," Daughtry asked crossing his hands over his
chest.

I was shaking a little. "Nothing..absolutely nothing, but wait a minute,
aren't you suppose to be sleeping," I said turning the tables back on him.

"Maybe I am, but what are you doing up here in the attic looking at the
Book of Shadows at this time of morning," Daughtry questioned. "Just tell
me the truth Evans."

I might as well tell him what I'm doing. What harm could come of it. "I'm
figuring out how I'm going to save your life," I confessed.

"By using magic," Daughtry said.

"Exactly," I agreed.

Daughtry shook his head as he began to come over towards me. "Evans, you
know magic can't fix everything," Daughtry said, sounding just like the
sisters. "If it could then a lot of things would be different. I mean my
family would probably be here, and we would have never separated."

"Well magic is what got us into this right here, and its what's going to
get us out of it," I told him.

"Evans, what are you trying to do," Daughtry asked, suspicious of why I had
the Book of Shadows opened and I was writing something down. Daughtry knew
that with everything going on I wasn't up there trying to vanquish a demon
that might have attacked.

"I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you," I replied honestly. I knew
if I told him about my plans he would try to stop me too, and I didn't want
to have to fight with anyone about what I had to do.

"You better not be going out there and getting yourself killed," Daughtry
warned. He knows me really well, and seeing today proved to him that I
would give up my whole life to protect him, which is something I shouldn't
be doing. He should be protecting me since he's the older one of us two.

"Don't worry about me Daughtry, okay," I snapped. " I can take care of
myself and I don't need you or Wyatt to tell me not to go out and get
myself killed. I'm not stupid you know."

"I didn't say you were, I was just saying the choices that you're making
right now are pretty stupid," Daughtry said back. "Evans, listen to me, as
much as I hate to agree with Wyatt, he's right. You shouldn't be out here
risking your life for me while your pregnant. Your choices don't just
effect you right now, they effect your baby too, and your future. If you
keep on trying to save me then, like the Angel of Death said, it could me
your death as well."

"So what do you want me to do, huh?" I asked. "You want me to try to stop
saving you?"

"That's exactly what I want," Daughtry answered.

"Well I'm sorry Daughtry, but I can't do that," I said back. "Now if you'll
excuse me," I walked up to him. "I've got to dance with death," I muttered
as I began to walk past him.

"Evans," Daughtry called before I could fully make it out of the door. "I
know you might not believe this, but maybe I wasn't meant to be
saved. Maybe I die for a reason. Even the sisters said that they weren't
able to save every innocent, so why are you going to try?"

I stopped for a moment and started to think about what he said, but then I
knew he was just saying that. If he wasn't meant to be saved then why was
it that I happened to be in the graveyard the same time he was. I don't
think it was a coincidence. It must have meant he was suppose to be
saved. Why else would he have cheated death. I shook my head and continued
to walk.

Daughtry sighed knowing he wasn't able to break through to me. "I guess if
you won't listen to me, then I have no other choice," he said as he left
the attic not to far behind.

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When Wyatt woke up, he let out a big yawn. He still felt the presence of
all his kids with him, but there was one presence that was missing. Wyatt
looked over to see that my body was not in the bed. Immediately Wyatt
started to worry. Why did I get out of bed, and where did I go?

Hoping that I was just in the bathroom or the kitchen, Wyatt got out of bed
and quickly slipped on a wife beater and some pajama bottoms. He didn't
want his kids to wake up and only see him in his boxers. That would be a
big disaster for not just him, but the kids too. Wyatt then walked to the
bathroom, knocking on it before he opened it to see no one there.

He then decided to go down to the kitchen. Maybe he'd find me there. It was
common that whenever I got worried about something, I would wake up in the
middle of the night and go to the kitchen to get some coffee. Wyatt quickly
made his way down there, but he heard no one, and it had been too quiet
down there, but that didn't mean I wasn't down there, so the blond
continued walking down there until he made his way to the kitchen to see
that it was empty.

This was the time that Wyatt was starting to panic. There was no sign of me
in the bathroom nor was there any sign of me in the kitchen. Where else in
the house could I be, unless I really wasn't in the house. That was
probably the reason that Wyatt couldn't hear me.

"Evans, Evans!" Wyatt shouted as he walked around the house in search of
me, but found no one. He had searched everywhere. All of the kids rooms,
the attic, the other rooms, but there was still no sign of me, and with
Chris' premonition still able to come true, Wyatt was really scared. This
didn't look good at all. Wyatt quickly tried to sense for me. He felt
nothing, meaning that I had taken a block potion so he couldn't sense for
where I was. Not knowing what to do, Wyatt quickly ran to the phone and
quickly began to dial a number

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Chris Halliwell woke up in just his boxers and a wife beater. Peter was
lying next to him, with Chris snuggled all on his chest. Peter wanted to
have sex last night, but Chris told him that he had a hard day and last
night wouldn't be a good time, so Peter respected his wishes and let Chris
sleep. Chris was happy that he had someone like Peter.

His thoughts were interrupted when he had heard his two girls crying. For
girls who are four they sure do cry a lot. Chris saw that Peter was
sleeping hard and didn't want to wake him. Especially since its been Peter
who's been taking care of the girls for the past few days during the whole
Shax thing, so Chris feels that its only fair that he go do this one by
himself.


Chris slipped out of bed, and quickly ran over to his daughter's
room. Judging by the way that they were crying, Chris could tell that they
both just had a nightmare. Chris quickly picked them both up one at a time,
and comforted them both until they went back to sleep. They were getting
heavy, and they were almost taller than Chris. Chris knew that he wasn't
going to be able to this all the time. He guesses its true when they say
kids grow up fast.

Chris started to think about how bad it was going to be when he had his
three boys in the future. Two girls are bad enough already, but three boys
were going to be a handful for Chris, but Chris had Peter there, and even
though they were still not married yet because of all the demon attacks and
everything, Chris knew that they were gonna be a great family.

As Chris headed back towards his room, he heard the phone ring. Wondering
who could be calling at this time of night, Chris ran down the stairs,
where he didn't even look at the caller ID. He just answered it.

"Hello," Chris said over the phone.

"Hey Chris its me," the other person replied.

"Wyatt," Chris asked confused at to why he would be calling at this
time. It must have been an emergency, because Wyatt knew that if he woke
his mom up from a long sleep she would blow him up. "What's going on?"

"It's Evans," Wyatt said simply. "He's going and I don't know where he is,"
Wyatt told Chris. "I can't even sense him, because he's done something to
block me from finding where he's at. I know he's gone after Shax, Chris, I
just know it, and if we don't get to him first, what happened in your
premonition could happen in real life."

"Whoa, Whoa, hold it right there," Chris said. Wyatt was talking a little
fast, making it hard for Chris to understand everything that he said. All
he got out of it was that I was missing, and what could happen in his
premonition could come true. "Now why can't you sense him?"

"He blocked me somehow," Wyatt answered.

"Thats not good," was all Chris could say. "Where do you think he could
have gone," he asked.

"I don't know, but I bet you Daughtry does," Wyatt said. "You might want to
keep an eye on him, because right now Evans' life depends on his, and if
anything happens to him, then you know Evans' is going to have a cow."

"Don't worry bro, Daughtry is fine," Chris said as he made his way over to
the couch where Daughtry was suppose to be sleeping. Chris could see a
figure under the covers of the couch making him think that Daughtry was
still there. "See he's still here," Chris told his older brother. "I don't
think Evans may have went after him," Chris suggested as he pulled the
blanket off the figure, and froze when he only saw that they were just
pillows stuffed under there. The brunette dropped the phone scared.

"Chris, Chris, Chris," Wyatt kept calling over the phone only to receive no
answer. Wyatt then started to worry about his brother. One second he was
talking to him then the next he couldn't hear anything. What was going on
over at the manor that got Chris to stop talking? If there had been a demon
attack then he would have heard crashing, but he didn't. "Chris," Wyatt
called again.

Chris finally snapped to and picked up the phone. "I'm here Wyatt," he
said. "Look we've got bigger trouble now, because Daughtry is gone," Chris
told his brother, knowing that it might send Wyatt into a panic.

"What?!" Wyatt said in disbelief. "Alright, stay there, I'm on my way, and
we're just going to have to scry for them both until we find them alright,"
Wyatt suggested to his younger brother.

"Okay," Chris agreed.

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I sat at the beach where my mom would use to come to think when she lost
her mother. Looks like history is just repeating itself again like always
with the Charmed Ones. Piper was write about one thing. My mom and I do
think alike. I can't believe this is the place where she would come. For a
time of sorrow this place seemed so peaceful and quiet. All the waves that
were going up and down, and all you could hear was water and birds
flying. I don't know why I came here to do this, but it just called to me.

I felt bad for not only taking the spell that I needed out of the Book of
Shadows, but also a mind blocking spell. I knew Wyatt was going to try to
sense for me and I couldn't have that. I know again, he's not going to be
happy about this, but there are some decisions that I have to make on my
own, if not for me for other people that I love.

It was hard for me to sit on this beach and look around knowing that this
use to be one of my mother's favorite places. I just wish she was right
here now to talk to me in person, not in spirit form. I just wish I had one
moment with her before she was taken away from me for good. I don't even
know how old I was before she gave me away. I know it was for my own good,
but still, I can't believe someone would walk out on their own child. All
that I have left of her now are her powers, and some things that she left
around the manor. None of it really makes up for how much I really need
her.

Maybe if she had been alive Robert wouldn't have had to die. Not my son,
but my brother. Maybe seeing our mother would have turned him good even
though it was said that he was to be evil, but people can change. Look at
John. He use to be the Source and now he has his own little family and
takes care of them. If he could do it, I don't see why Robert couldn't. I
know its been almost ten years since the whole thing happened and I'm over
his death, but I can't always help but look back every once in awhile and
think what would have happened if he and I were raised by our mother. He
might still be living as we speak.

Then there's some other questions on my mind about my mother. Would she
have gotten married or did she have any other kids that I don't know
about. I know she promised that there were no more kids, but I just can't
be too sure about that. I'm pretty sure there were some secrets that she
kept from Piper and there are some that she still is keeping. She did a
pretty good job keeping me from the rest of the family even though it did
involve the whole other Chris, but still.

That was enough thinking about all this. I came here to do something and
that wasn't to think about what would have been. Everything is done and
over with and right now its time for me to start thinking about what's
going on now, and that's mainly what I'm focused on. The monster that
killed my mother is now after my best friend and he might have taken my mom
away from me, but he won't take my best friend. Even if its at the cost of
my own life.

I reached into my back pocket and unfolded the spell that I took from the
Book of Shadows. I know just what to do, and who to talk to. Like I had
told Daughtry. I had to dance with death.

"Spirits of the air, sand and sea, Converge to set the angel free, In the
wind I seen this rhyme, bring death before me, before my time," I
chanted. It didn't take long before the spell started to work. Right in
front of me, that same puff of smoke started to appear before me. Soon it
turned right into a man.

It was that same man who told me that I could die if I kept trying to save
my best friend. The same man who took my mother away from me. The man who
took my brother away from me, and is now trying to take away my best friend
and I won't allow that. He's done so much to me that I hate him more than I
hate Shax right now, and that's pretty hard to do since Shax is the one who
actually killed my mother, but it was still the Death Angel who took her
away.

This was pretty scary though. Standing in the presence of death himself. I
never thought it was possible. That is until I found out that I was a witch
and anything was just about possible seeing as I was magical and all.

"You," was the first word that came out of his mouth. "I figured I'd see
you here," he smirked. "Are you sure you really want to call me," he asked
with a hint of warning in his voice.

"I..umm," I was too scared to speak. I don't know why. I faced this guy
before and even tried to fight him. So why was I so scared to face him
right now. I've been waiting for this day and now its here.

"Come on now, I don't have all day, there are people waiting, and
definitely don't have all day," he said as he began to advance on me, and I
started backing away scared. Though the Death Angel has had many encounters
before he felt like this one was familiar to another one that he's had in
the past, but right now he just can't pin point which one it was. "So what
is it? Did I take your wife or husband and you want them back," he said
starting to go down the line. "Did I take your brother, or maybe it was
your mother," he finally hit the spot.

I gulped as a lump formed in my throat. "No, don't you dare talk about
them," I warned him. "Don't you dare talk about my mother or my brother," I
said to the Death Angel himself.

He smirked knowing that's exactly what it was. "It should have been an easy
guess with the sad little puppy dogs eyes, seeing as they miss someone so
much," he taunted.

I looked away not wanting to look at him right now for bringing him up. I
then looked back at him a minute later knowing that I had to face this head
on or I was never going to be able to face death again. "Look, I don't know
what you're talking about alright," I lied. "I never even knew who my
mother was until I was eighteen and she died when I was a baby so it had no
effect on me," I gritted through my teeth. "Now you want my best friend
Daughtry and I can't let you have him, so tell me what is it that you want
or what do I have to do to stop you from taking him," I asked.

"That's not the reason why you called me," he said back.

"Yes it is," I was quick to reply.

"No its not," he said confident. "Its just an excuse," he pointed
out. "Your mad at me for taking your mom, and your brother," he
smirked. "You say it doesn't effect you, but I know it does, because the
death of everyone's mother effects them in one way or another."

"I told you not to talk about them," I repeated even angrier even though he
was right. I hate to admit it, but the angel of death knew what was on my
mind somehow, but I don't know how.

"Now you said you were a baby when it happened," the Angel of Death
repeated after me. "So were you three, I'm just guessing now," he
said. This was really starting to seem very familiar to him, but he still
couldn't figure out who he's had this conversation with.

"Stop it!" I shouted at him. I didn't know how much more of this I could
really take. This was hurting me a lot. I don't know why the Angel of Death
is doing this to me now. I know I might have called him, but I never
expected him to be this cruel. He was nice enough to warn me, so I thought
he would be nice enough to make a deal with me.

"No, you were younger then," he stated. "And now you think that by saving
your best friend, you think you'll have beaten me somehow, and somehow
you'll have gotten your little revenge on me for taking your mother and
brother," he spoke even more, getting more and more to the point.

"Just go away," I hissed at him. I was almost at the point of crying, and I
really didn't want him to see me like this. I was a guy and I was suppose
to be strong and I didn't want the Death Angel to see that he was breaking
me, piece by piece or else he would win.

"No," He said back. "You wanted me here, and now you've got me," he crossed
his arms over his chest. "And now your wasting valuable time," he snapped
at me. He hated when he was called for things like this, and then the
people aren't able to stand up to him.

"Well sorry, okay I didn't know you had so many people to go kill in so
little time!" I shouted back.

"Its not my time your wasting its yours," he replied back seeing as I was
taking what he said the wrong way. "You refuse to accept me for what I am,
which keeps you from mourning me," he spoke even more.

"You don't know me," I hissed back at him. "You don't know anything about
me you asshole."

"But I've seen this so many times before," he said. "The pain, the anger,
look up your tears and angrily steal yourself from me as if I was the
ultimate evil," he added.

"You are the ultimate evil," I told him. "You go around here taking lives
from so many people who don't deserve it, and you don't give a damn about
the pain you leave. Not only did you take my mother and my brother, but you
took an innocent little boy's life named Trevor, who didn't deserve it," I
told him. "His life ended when you said it, and there you were."

"I'm not good or evil, I just am," he replied. "I'm inevitable, and I only
take those who's time it is, not when I choose," he said.

"Look, lets cut the bullshit and tell me what it is that I have to do to
save my friend," I asked once again, a little more frustrated this time. I
didn't want to talk about my mother, and the guy has already forced me to,
and now he won't tell me what I want to know.

The Death Angel shook his head. "You still don't get it do you," he
replied. "There's nothing you can do," he stated.

"Well I can't just sit back and let my best friend die," I said back
coldly.

"You have to let him die," he spoke back. "You have no choice because until
you learn to accept death, you'll just keep missing the bigger picture, and
it will be the cause of your death," he said.

"What bigger picture is there," I asked.

The Angel smirked seeing as he now started to remember exactly when he had
this conversation, and he knew just how to handle it. "I'll show you," he
said holding out his hand, but he saw that I jerked away because I didn't
trust him. "Oh don't worry, its not your time, at least not yet," he told
me. Slowly I put my hand into his and he smoked us somewhere else.

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Daughtry knows that he's let this go on long enough. He understands that
its his destiny to die and so does Wyatt and Chris, but the only stubborn
one who doesn't seem to understand that is me, his best friend. Daughtry
couldn't figure out what was so hard for me to understand about that. Each
of us has our own destiny and his was to die. You can't stop destiny no
matter what. In the end it was going to win no matter what.

Knowing how I was Daughtry knew that I wasn't going to let him
die. Daughtry didn't want to be the person to blame for my death though. He
would never forgive himself for it if it was because of him that my life
was lost. That would make him no different from Shax, and Daughtry didn't
want to be associated with Shax at all in any way.

When Daughtry had left the attic, he immediately shimmered down to the
Underworld knowing that, that was one place that I wouldn't be able to scry
for him, even though he knew that Wyatt would be able to sense for him down
there, but Daughtry figured that Wyatt would be too busy looking for me to
worry about where he was so Daughtry didn't worry about that. He knew Chris
would probably be the one looking for him, and since Chris really didn't
have the power so sense for other people like Wyatt does, Daughtry figured
he might as well not worry about that.

Daughtry walked around the Underworld in search of the demon he was hoping
to put an end to this with, and hopefully this time they won't be
interrupted, and Daughtry has made sure of that or at least he hopes he has
with everything that's going on at the manor.

Looking around in the Underworld for Shax wasn't easy. This demon was not
only an assassin for the Source, but if he was paid enough he would go
around assassinating whoever any demon wanted.

Daughtry continued to look and look and knew his time was running out. It
was only a matter of time before I stopped what I was doing and found out
what he was up to, and he knows that I am always prepared and I'll have
some plan or way to find him even if he's in the Underworld.

"Hey Shax!" Daughtry shouted in the Underworld hoping that the guy would
appear like he always does. "Its just me and you this time," he shouted
even more. "So why don't you come out here and show your face you son of a
bitch. Always picking on people who are weaker than you. That's why you
went and killed my family, because you knew there was no way they could
defeat someone like you, ya bastard," Daughtry shouted throughout the whole
Underworld knowing those were the right words to provoke the assassin to
come after him.

He was right. Next thing he knew he felt an earthquake in the Underworld
which was not really unusual since it was the Underworld, but this time
Daughtry could feel exactly who and what it was. He look over and saw a
tornado coming from that direction. Rocks were flying everywhere, and this
time Daughtry knew that there was no escape. This time he was in for it.

When the tornado stopped, there appeared Shax again. "Well, well, what have
we here," Shax taunted. "Looks like we have one little lonely Phoenix ready
to be taken down, but that's what I thought the last time," he
remembered. "Is this another trap that I should be worried about?"

"No traps this time Shax," Daughtry said conjuring two athames in his
hand. "Look around, there's no one else here, right now its just me and
you, and we're gonna finish this," he said.

"You know, you're very brave to think that you can take me on," the
assassin smirked evilly.

"That's because I can," Daughtry replied. "And I will, and trust me, if I
don't vanquish you, I promise that the Charmed Ones will," Daughtry
threatened him, knowing good and well that we would eventually vanquish
him.

Shax shook his head. "I've stopped the Charmed Ones before, and I'm pretty
sure that I can do it again," Shax replied. "You saw yourself that I had
nearly killed one of them, and if it hadn't been for the other healing that
one then there would be no power of three."

"Yeah well, you won't stop this power of three, and I can promise you
that," Daughtry said firmly.

"You speak with such confidence, that's why it makes this harder for me to
kill you, but you know I can't just let it go," Shax said conjuring an
energy ball and hurling it at Daughtry.

Daughtry quickly jumped up and dodged it. He might have been planning on
dying, but he wasn't going to go out without a fight. He quickly hurled his
athames at the demon which struck him hard, but the still had no
effect. Shax just pulled them out of him, like they were just stickers on
him. The demon then conjured up an electric blast and he was ready to toss
it.

"Any last words," he asked.

"Yeah," Daughtry said. "I'll see you soon," Daughtry smirked.

Right when he said that, the Angel of Death and I shimmered in. I can't
believe he was bringing me to see this. I don't know what Daughtry was
thinking of coming to the Underworld, but then I quickly figured out that
he probably knew that I nor Chris could sense him while he was in the
Underworld making this the best place for him to try to take on Shax.

I saw that Shax was ready to hurl that electric ball at Daughtry. I wasn't
about to let that happen. Even if the angel of Death was right here to take
my life if I did. I waved my arm hard, just before the demon could launch
the energy ball. The force was so hard it sent the demon crashing into the
wall with such an impact that rocks started to fall on him, but he tornado
out of the way and just went away like he normally does. I knew the Angel
of Death wasn't happy with what I just did. This was suppose to show me how
to accept death, not how to keep helping my friends avoid it.

I quickly ran from the Angel of Destiny's side and went to my best friend
to make sure he was okay. There had been no telling what happened before I
got there, and what would have happened if I had not shown up. Well if I
hadn't shown up, he would have died. Right when I got over to his side, I
heard orbs in the Underworld. The only people who use orbs are
whitelighters and usually they don't come into the Underworld. I looked
over to see my brother and husband standing right there with their arms
crossed over their chests. I know they must not be happy at all, but what
can I do.

"You can try to fight this all you want," the angel of Death started to
speak. "But I can promise you that if he's not dead by tomorrow, then your
life will start being at risk," he warned. He said nothing else, and
shimmered out hoping that I would think about the decision that I was
making.

I just shook my head. I knew I was not going to get any help from him, so I
figured I might as well try to do all of this on my own. My attention
quickly turned right back to Daughtry worried about if he had any injuries
or not. "Daughtry are you alright," I asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied. "My back just hurts that's all, but other
than that, I think I'll be okay," he said.

I then heard coughing, and looked up to see that it came from Wyatt and
Chris, trying to get me to acknowledge their presence, and I don't know if
they knew that I already had seen them. My mood quickly changed when I had
actually paid attention the the frowns they had on their face. They looked
even more serious and angry then the first time we were in this.

"Hi guys," I smiled innocently, and so did Daughtry. We knew we were really
in for it now. "I think we're in trouble," I said to my best friend who was
standing next to me just as scared as I was.

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Chris and Daughtry were sitting at the bar for the longest time thinking
about the events that had happened earlier, and right now Daughtry felt so
bad. Because of him I was probably in deep trouble with Wyatt, which wasn't
something that he wanted. All he wanted was to make sure that nothing
happened to me, and now it looks like I'm going to have to pay the price
for it.

Chris was feeling the same way. Right now he knew that Wyatt had took me
back to our house to talk to me about it, and knowing how Wyatt was, it
didn't look like it was going to be a pretty talk. Chris knows from seeing
Wyatt on both sides of the universe that he has a good side and a bad
side. If anyone pushes him to the point they will see his bad side, and
right now Chris knew that I had probably pushed Wyatt over the edge.

Chris had already got done lecturing Daughtry about how he can't just
disappear and go to the Underworld, because he knew how I was going to
react. Wyatt had taken me back to the house and Chris hasn't heard from us
yet. He was really starting to get worried. Luckily the kids were at magic
school with Leo so they couldn't hear it like they had heard it yesterday
or else things would be bad. Usually things would be a 'I'm sorry' and
'don't do that again' lecture from Wyatt, but even Chris had to admit that
I crossed the line this time. Summoning the Angel of Death and then
blocking Wyatt off so he couldn't get in contact with me was just too
much. The only way that they were able to find me was because they knew
that anywhere Daughtry was I was probably going to be there with him, so
they scryed for him, and it so happened that I was right there with him,
but I wasn't there alone. I had the angel of Death with me, which wasn't
something that should have even been thought about because its so
dangerous.

Chris and Daughtry were so caught up in their thoughts that they didn't
even notice Piper entering the kitchen. Piper saw that her son, and
Daughtry had guilty looks on their faces, and she knew she had to get to
the bottom of it, if she wanted to help them feel better.

"Hello Boys," Piper greeted. "What's with the long faces?" Piper asked.

Chris looked up to see his mother standing over him. She looked desperate
to know what was wrong so Chris knew he had to tell her. Since Piper had
been so busy with the club and the restaurant, she didn't have time to here
what had happened earlier on today, and now she's just getting back from
work.

"Wyatt is pretty mad at Chris, and now they're back at home arguing," Chris
told his mother.

Piper shrugged seeing as it was no big deal to her, since she didn't know
what was really going on. "Oh don't worry about them," Piper said. "They're
just having a little husband and husband argument, like they always do
every once in awhile, but I'm sure its nothing. Before you know it they'll
be kissing and making up and then it'll be just like nothing happened,"
Piper smiled.

The brunette then shook his head at what his mother said. "No, not this
time," he told her. "So far they've been going at it for hours, or Wyatt
has been lecturing Evans for hours I should say, and you should have seen
how mad he was at him today," Chris said.

"What happened?" Piper asked curious. Her son and my arguments usually last
for only half an hour at the most, but this wasn't an argument though. This
was a lecture from Wyatt, and thats something she's never heard Wyatt do in
a long time. The last time she heard him do that was when we broke up, and
that was a serious situation, which called for it.

"Well Piper, I know you're probably going to freak," Daughtry came in. "But
it sore of started with me being a Phoenix," he confessed, and saw the
shock on the mother's face. "Yes, I am the one who turned Chris into a part
phoenix," he told her. "Shax killed my family and now I've been going after
him, and as you know the Death Angel said I was suppose to die, but Evans
is so bent on saving me."

"I know that part, but what's that got to do with Wyatt being mad at
Evans," Piper asked.

"Today Evans tried summoning the Angel of Death and asked him what he could
do to save Daughtry, and lets just say Wyatt wasn't too happy with the
idea, especially since Evans had just left the house, without letting Wyatt
know where he was," Chris explained.

Piper nodded knowing just how protective Wyatt is of me, and that was
probably pushing the limit, but Piper had expected me to pull a stunt like
that. "Sounds just like something Prue would do," Piper stated. "Evans is
like his mother in so many ways, and I just do know how I can get him to
believe that," Piper sighed.

"I'm just hoping he's okay, and Wyatt hasn't killed him," Daughtry said.

"Don't worry," Piper assured them. "I'm sure Wyatt isn't going to kill him,
he's probably just going to yell at him, and then in the morning it will be
over, so don't worry about it okay," she told them. "I've got to start
dinner because I know your father is going to come home, and I know having
to deal with all those kids, he's probably going to have to an appetite of
an elephant," Piper said.

"Mom, I think you might be mistaking him with Wyatt," Chris said.

"Hello, where do you think Wyatt got that kind of an appetite from," Piper
pointed out causing both the boys at the table to laugh

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I sat there on the bed looking at my husband who was standing in front of
me with a frown on his face, and his arms crossed over his chest. I was
really in for it this time, and I thought the last lecture was pretty
harsh. I hadn't seen nothing yet. Wyatt isn't going to let me down so
easily after finding out that I summoned the Angel of Death. Wyatt already
doesn't like the man after hearing about how he almost took his father, and
then about how he took his mother's soul and forced her to go around soul
hunting.

For hours Wyatt just stood there looking at me with disappointment. How
could I do this to him? I should know how worried he gets whenever I'm out
of his sight and he doesn't know where I am, and now that I'm pregnant, and
I am due any day now, its his job to be with me just about all the
time. The baby could come at any moment, and right now I'm out demon
hunting, which is something that I shouldn't be doing at eight and a half
months pregnant.

Wyatt was starting to wonder if he was going to have to do to me what he
did that time we had Prue. Of course he knew I hated it, but he didn't care
at the time. All he cared about was getting the baby there safe, and thats
what happened. Wyatt remembers when I was pregnant with Prue he kept a
better eye on me and never let me go to the Underworld at all, but now that
I've had a few more kids, he thought that I should have more privileges,
but now its really getting out of hand, and Wyatt is starting to feel like
he's going to have to go back to the old way, and keep an eye on me at all
times.

I was really getting tired of the silence, and I knew I was about to get
it, but I didn't want to be in silence for the rest of my life so I decided
to break it, even though I'm about to get the lecture of my life. "Wyatt
just say something please," I begged.

Wyatt shook his head angrily. "Chris, I really don't know what to say to
you any more," Wyatt started to speak. "Apparently everything I tell you
goes in through one ear and out the other," he pointed out. Wyatt was
really starting to feel ignored by me, and he sometimes even wondered if I
listened to him when he told me anything. "Answer me this, did you even
think about what you were doing, before you did it?"

"Well..ya," I answered.

"So, you thought bringing our soon to be born baby around the angel of
Death was safe," he asked. I was speechless. Now that I think about the way
Wyatt is putting it, what I did really does sound dangerous. "Evans, I
understand you want to save Daughtry, I really do, but there are other ways
to go about this, and you didn't have to go to him," Wyatt stated. "I mean
did you hear what he said? He told you that if Daughtry isn't dead by
midnight then your life is going to start being at risk, and I will tell
you one thing Evans, I can not lose you right now okay," he said. "I don't
want to be stuck raising all six about to be seven kids by myself," he
lectured. "Do you know how bad that would be, huh? I am not raising all of
these kids by myself do you hear me," Wyatt said.

I started to really feel bad for what I was putting Wyatt through. I'm now
starting to understand why he's getting so mad at me. Not only am I putting
myself in danger, but I'm also putting baby Richard in danger too. If Wyatt
were the one pregnant I can honestly say that I would be the same way. I
can't believe how selfish I've been acting. I've been so focused on saving
Daughtry that I haven't thought about how it might be effecting my
relationship with Wyatt.

"I'm sorry Wyatt," I said very apologetically. "I guess Daughtry is such an
important person to me, that I just can't see myself losing him," I told
Wyatt hoping that he would understand.

"And you won't okay," Wyatt said calming down. "You're just going to have
to trust me on that."

"I do trust you Wyatt," I said.

"Well you sure haven't been acting like it," he said. "I mean when you saw
that he was about to get hit by Shax you went in his place, and I was
barely able to save you, but I stilled did though, and I could have saved
Daughtry that same way, and you wouldn't have had to get hurt."

"I know and I'm sorry Wyatt," I replied.

"I don't think you are Evans," Wyatt said. "If you were sorry you wouldn't
keep doing this," he continued lecturing. "Do you have any idea about how
worried I was about you today? I mean I wake up and look everywhere in the
house only to find that my lover isn't anywhere to be found and then when I
try to sense for you, I find that you have blocked me out."

"Yeah, but that's because I didn't want you to find out what I was doing
because I knew that you would stop me," I said back.

"Damn right I would," Wyatt was quick to say. "I still don't think you know
how serious that was, calling the Angel of Death. He could have taken your
life right then and there if he wanted to."

"Wyatt, I think you're over reacting just a little don't you?" I asked. "He
told me that it wasn't my time yet and I believe him," I said.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean that the next time he sees you it won't be
your time," Wyatt said back as he begun to pace the room. He was getting so
frustrated he didn't know what to do right now, but he knew he had to keep
the arguing down to the minimum, because he didn't want me passing
out. Really this wasn't even an argument. It was just him lecturing me. If
I thought this hurt me, little did I know this hurt Wyatt even more. He
hated to have to be so hard on me, but it seems like this was the only way
I was going to listen. Wyatt never liked having to raise his voice at me or
ever giving me a lecture, but if it was going to save my life then he was
going to do it. He'd rather have lectured me and have hurt himself for
doing that than not having said anything to me and losing me and hurting
himself for the rest of his life.

I could sense what Wyatt was thinking. My empath power was really getting a
boast since I was pregnant. My intentions were really not to make Wyatt
feel bad and he should know that, but I shouldn't be out blocking him from
my mind and having him worried. I mean if he didn't show up when he did
Daughtry and I could still be in the Underworld fighting with Shax for our
lives. I'm glad to have a husband like him who worries about me a lot. It
can be annoying at times, but there really isn't anyone I would rather be
with.

After a few moments of silence I could tell that Wyatt had calmed down a
little and now was a time to try and talk to him again, and tell him how I
really felt about the whole thing. I got off the bed and walked up to Wyatt
so that we were now standing face to face.

"Wyatt," I said looking at him in his blue eyes. "I love you okay, and I'm
sorry alright," I repeated. Hopefully he would accept it this time.

Wyatt nodded and pulled me into a hug. That answered my question. "I'm
sorry for being so hard on you baby, but you need to understand that what
you do right now will effect the future, and I don't want to see our
beautiful little girl turn evil," Wyatt confessed. "I want us to grow old
together and see our kids take over."

"I know Wyatt, but I'm just worried," my eyes started to tear up.

"Worried about what," Wyatt asked.

I sighed thinking of what to say to Wyatt. "Everything," I told him. "A lot
has happened I mean, I'm having dreams about my death in the future and now
its turned into me having dreams about my mother's death, the Angel of
Destiny says if Daughtry doesn't die by tomorrow then it will start
effecting me, and if I die then Patty becomes evil, and just a lot of
things."

Wyatt pulled away and looked at my face to see that I had a few tears
coming down. "Hey, Chris, look at me," he said cupping my face in his
hands. "We're going to get through this you hear me," Wyatt said
firmly. "Everything is going to be okay," he said. "We've been through
worse, and I know we'll be able to get past this together like we always do
okay," he said. I nodded letting him know that I trusted him.

Wyatt took this opportunity to pull me closer to him till our bodies were
touching. Wyatt then closed the gap between our lips and pulled me into a
passionate kiss, running his hands all over my back. He pressed his tongue
against my teeth hungrily waiting to enter.

I opened my mouth wider allowing Wyatt's tongue to explore my whole mouth,
dominating it way he always would. I couldn't help but let out a slight
moan as Wyatt's tongue started to roam my whole mouth in search for
treasure. I began to play along by rubbing my tongue against his, causing
the blond Halliwell to let out a moan of his own.

Wyatt wanted to take this even further. He began pushing me back until I
fell on the bed, and Wyatt took no time getting on top of me, and pressing
his lips back against mine harder this time. Letting his hands roam all
over my body, Wyatt started to feel his huge hard on in his pants, and he
wanted me so bad. No, he needed to have me right now. With everything
that's been going on he hasn't had time to make love to me like he wanted
and now was the time. Wyatt continued letting his hands roam under my shirt
feeling all over my upper body area.

I moaned in response. Feeling Wyatt's hand all over my body made my dick
jolt up. I wrapped my arms around my husbands neck, wanting to intensify
the kiss even more. I then started to let my hands roam through Wyatt long
curls that were so soft they felt like cotton. After letting my hands roam
through his hair for awhile, I decided to give Wyatt some of the same
pleasure that he was giving me, and let my hands roam under his shirt from
the back. His back muscles were hard as rock, and I struggled to pull his
shirt of, but I couldn't do it, and I knew Wyatt wouldn't let me. At least
not just yet.

Wyatt wanted to tease some more with our clothes on, because he knows once
our clothes are off he'll be too hard to function. Wyatt moved away from my
lips only to start sucking and nipping on my neck, leaving a hickey,
earning him so many moans. To keep me from moaning so much Wyatt stuck his
finger in my mouth and let me suck on it, which felt so good. Wyatt so
wanted that nice sensation on another part of his body right now.

Wyatt started to move lower and lower on my body licking the whole upper
part of me through my shirt. When he finally got down to my waist line he
used his teeth and raised my shirt up a little so he could start licking my
stomach. Using one hand to hold up my shirt and the other one to keep his
finger in my mouth so that I wouldn't moan so much Wyatt started to lick
around my navel. He went in circles and circles just the way I licked it
until he decided to stick his tongue in and out and tongue fuck my belly
button.

I tried to moan, but Wyatt's finger was still in my mouth. It all felt so
good. Wyatt was just getting better and better at learning how to make me
moan. To stop myself from moaning, I started sucking on his finger even
harder and harder as he started to push it in and out of my mouth. At first
barely going in, but then going into my mouth deeper and deeper until his
finger started going down my throat and eventually I was deep throating
Wyatt's finger.

Wyatt stopped licking my belly button only to start licking on my rib cage
knowing that was one of my sensitive spots. Not only was he licking it, he
was sucking on it and biting it to make sure he left his mark there, and he
was nice, big and purple. That still wasn't enough for the twice blessed,
so he kept sucking on my rib cage hoping to push me over the edge. He
wanted to see how much more I could take before I actually pushed out his
finger, but seeing as I just kept sucking on it, Wyatt knew he had to try
harder.

The blond pulled my shirt up a little more so he could start licking all
over my chest. He let go of the shirt only to rub one of my nipples with
his thumb, while he sucked on the other. Wyatt started to nibble on the tip
of my nipple before he took the whole thing into his mouth and started to
suck on it for awhile. He then let it out of his mouth only so he could
trace it with his tongue in circles before he took it back into his mouth
again and sucked on it even harder while my other nipple was so hard from
Wyatt rubbing it with his thump.

I just couldn't take it anymore. I finally just pushed Wyatt's finger out
of my mouth and gave out a load moan. All this pleasure was really starting
to get to me. My dick was so hard right now that it was hurting me through
my pants, and I just really needed to get out of my pants right now so it
could breath or else it would break.

Wyatt smiled and stopped playing with my nipples knowing that he had
accomplished his mission. Wyatt came right back up to my face and began to
lay soft kisses on my neck and check, and wherever he could reach. "I love
you so much baby," he whispered in my ear as he kissed it before he tucked
it into his teeth and sucked on it for awhile. Wyatt let my ear out of his
mouth only to go over to my lips and push his on them and stick his tongue
in again.

Seeing as he already has roamed my whole upper body, Wyatt pulled up my
shirt and struggled to pull it off, and I raised my arms to make it easier
for him. Only breaking the kiss to get my shirt fully off Wyatt continued
to let his tongue roam my mouth as he continued to let his hands roam
around my body to feel me even more.

Wyatt wanted to taste me even more, so he pulled away from my lips leaving
me wanting more, but he wanted more of my body right now. Wyatt began to
lick down my biceps and then lifted my arms up in the air so he could lick
my arm pits, which I found odd because he's never done that before.

Loving that feeling I used my other hand to push Wyatt's face into my under
arms more, causing his to start licking even harder. It felt so good that
my vision nearly went dim for a moment, but quickly came back. I felt
Wyatt's tongue hit just about everywhere there. I finally too my other hand
away from Wyatt so he could at least breath.

Once I took my hand away, Wyatt took this as an opportunity to explore the
rest of my body. He started to lay more soft kisses on my chest. He knew if
he started to lick in that area he would be licking there for days, and he
wanted to move on since he could feel his dick getting real hard, and he
wanted to get inside me soon.

Wyatt soft kisses came to a halt when he finally came down to my waist line
and saw that my jeans were in his way. Wyatt began to lick my hard on
through my jeans really wanting to tease me. When he saw that it was
working his started to suck on it and rub it, wanting me to be as hard as I
can be, before he really takes it into his mouth. He licked his way back up
to the button of my jeans, and undid it with his teeth, and pulled the
zipper down with his teeth always.

The blond sat up and slowly began to pull down my jeans, and his jaw nearly
dropped when he saw how horny I was, but then again he wanted me that
way. Wyatt slipped his hand into the leg holes of my boxers and began
teasing me slowly by rubbing my thighs before he started to rub my hard on.

It was getting so intense that I almost couldn't breath, because it felt so
good. Wyatt sure knew how to work his hands and his mouth. I clenched my
teeth together to stop from moaning. I didn't want to give Wyatt the
satisfactory of knowing that he could make me moan so easily.

Wyatt could see by the look on my face that I was holding back a moan, so
he started to massage my cock even harder, and harder and started to get
rough with it. "How bad do you want it," he whispered in my ear.

"Bad," I panted back.

Wyatt slowly moved his hands out of my boxers, and slowly began to pull
them down until they were to my ankles, but he decided that he wanted me
all the way naked so he pulled them all the way off and there he could see
that my shoes were still on. Wyatt then pulled both of my shoes off along
with my socks, and he knew he couldn't just pull those off without doing
something there. Wyatt took my big toe into his mouth and started to suck
on it hard from the start. He wanted to make sure he's sucked on every inch
of my skin and that I was his. He was possessive, but he couldn't help it.

When he finally decided that he had teased me there enough he slowly
started to come back up. He started out by licking my ankles and working
his way up slowly with his tongue. Stopping every now and then to suck on a
part of my skin and leave a hickey there. Wyatt had finally came to my
large man hood that was in the air and ready for him, but he wanted to get
me harder right now. He start placing small kisses on my outer thighs,
while he used his hand to jerk my off roughly. He wanted me to have
pleasure, but he didn't want me to cum yet. Not at least till he's had his
way with me.

I started clenching my teeth even harder. The kind of teasing that Wyatt
was doing to me was in human, but that was just how Wyatt plays, and right
now I'm loving it even though I'm being teased real badly.

Wyatt thought that I had, had enough of being jerked of and slowly began
licking around the head of my manhood, sticking his tongue in the top part
as much as he could before he licked around the head again in
circles. Finally he took it into his mouth like he knew I wanted and began
moving up and down taking more and more of my cock in his mouth as he went
down. To make it more pleasurable he started to lick around the head as he
took it in his mouth.

I was really enjoying it, but there was something that I didn't like right
now. Wyatt had all his clothes on, while I was bearing it all. I reached
down and grabbed Wyatt's shirt and did my best, and eventually I got what I
wanted and pulled it all the way off, until I could see Wyatt's hard rock
upper body.

Wyatt wanted to get back so sucking me off so badly that he just let me
take of the shirt. He knew he could get back at me by teasing me with all
the things he does to me. Wyatt continued sucking for awhile until he could
taste precum and that's when he quickly pulled away and squeezed my dick so
I wouldn't cum so fast just yet.

He then conjured up some lube, but before he could use it I sat up and
pushed him on the bed so that he was lying on his back and I was on top of
him now. Wyatt looked at me confused. "You honestly didn't think I was
going to let you tease me and give me all of that pleasure without giving
you something in return," I whispered in his ear, moving my tongue all
around it.

Wyatt was liking this side of me. I was a feisty one, and that was
something that he liked when we were having sex. He just hopes that I can
start being more like this from now on. It will definitely make our sex
life better, even though its already amazing.

I licked all over his jaw line, and worked my way from there. I placed
buttery kisses all over his neck, making the blond hunk smile, but he
wasn't moaning yet, and my goal was to make him moan just as loud as he
made me.

I traced my tongue all over his neck, and sucked on it hard leaving my own
mark on Wyatt. I then worked my way down to his collar bone and began
sucking and nipping there. I felt Wyatt's hand go on top of my head meaning
he was enjoying the feeling that I was giving him right there, and I was
happy to know I was satisfying him in more ways than one.

I waited for Wyatt to take his hand off of my head before I started to move
lower. I liked all the sweat drops of his broad chest which were salty, but
they tasted so sweet for some reason. I worked my way over to his nipples
and traced them with my tongue around and around a few times before I
finally took his nickel sized nipples into my mouth.

Wyatt groaned feeling me nibble and lick on his buds. Those were some of
his favorite places he licked me to lick and nibble on, other than that one
special place that never felt better to be licked or sucked on. Wyatt just
wishes that I would stop teasing and hurry up and get there. Its hard as a
rock and if he doesn't get out of those pants he's gonna explode.

Hearing Wyatt groan told me that I was getting closer to making him moan. I
released his nipple out of my mouth, and took on last lick around it,
before I started to move lower. I liked a trail down his abdomen and then
went lower and started to lick all over his six pack, making Wyatt groan
even louder and louder, the lower I went.

I finally reached Wyatt's lower area, and I knew he had been waiting for
that forever. With one hand I slowly began undoing his belt, while I gently
rubbed his manhood with the other. Once the belt was undone, I took it from
between his pants and threw it on the floor. I then slowly began to undo
his pants with my hands while I licked the big lump that was in them. I
then slowly began to pull the down and saw the real size of the manhood in
his boxers.

"Wow, someone has been waiting for this," I smiled.

Wanting to make the blond even harder, I slowly pulled down his boxers and
threw them to the floor along with our other clothes. I nearly
gasped. Wyatt was fully erect, but that wasn't going to be a problem to
take in me. I took his long hard erection in my hand and slowly began to
jack him off, making the twice blessed moan a little. When I saw that I was
getting him to moan, I knew this would be the perfect time to start jerking
him off harder and faster. The faster I went, the louder his moans went.

Knowing that my lover couldn't take anymore I decided to put him out of his
misery. I slowly began inserting his cock in my mouth, making sure every
inch of it touched the tip of my tongue for more pleasure. Pumping it in
and out of my mouth just the way he licked it. At first I wasn't taking it
all in, trying to tease Wyatt, but Wyatt started to pressed my whole head
down all the way telling me he wanted me to take it all.

I started taking more and more in my mouth each time I went down, until I
finally had all of his manhood going in and out of me, and Wyatt was now
fucking my throat, which would be all the time. I was starting to taste the
precum in my mouth from Wyatt and knew he was about to go over the edge, so
I continued sucking and licking on his cock harder and faster.

Wyatt was panting heavily. I just got better and better at this each time
we did it, and Wyatt just kept feeling the waves of pleasure going through
his body. He started to run his hands through my hair feeling himself about
to climax. He only needed something to push him over the edge.

I knew what it was. I took his cock out of my mouth only to start licking
around the tip, and then I licked down from the head all the way down to
his balls. I licked them a couple of times before I took them into my mouth
and sucked on them even better than I did his cock.

"Evans, I'm about to cum!" Wyatt shouted.

Not wanting it to go all over my face, I let his balls out of my mouth, and
quickly took his cock back in. It was but two seconds later when Wyatt came
in my mouth, and I sucked it all down my throat and kept on sucking his
manhood until he was fully erect again. I then kissed my way back up to
Wyatt's lips. I then picked up the lube he had set down and was about to
lube him up, until he aggressively flipped me over onto my back.

"My turn," he smirked.

Wyatt took no time pulling my whole body up more to the edge of the
bed. Wyatt then went on the floor on his knees. I knew exactly what he was
about to do, but it was too late to try to get out of it. Wyatt then threw
my legs over his shoulders and started to spread my ass cheeks apart. He
knew this was really going to send me over the edge, but this was payback
for all the taunting that I just did. Wyatt had to have to last laugh.

Wyatt slowly started to let his tongue go around my hole. Wyatt's never
thought my ass has tasted sweeter. It felts so good that I was beginning to
squirm a lot so Wyatt had to use one hand to hold me down to keep me still
as his tongue danced around my hole.

I could barely breath. This felt so good. Wyatt was holding me down with
his hand so I couldn't move around while he was eating me out, making me
give out louder moans as all the waves of pleasure went through my body. I
didn't know how much more of this I could take.

"Stop squirming babe," Wyatt begged. "You're not like this when I'm fucking
you, I mean yeah you scream, but you don't do all this squirming," he
pointed out. With that said Wyatt went back to his business and licking all
over my ass.

I did my best not to squirm as Wyatt's tongue moved in me, which was very
hard. Every now and then I would squirm a little but then Wyatt's hand
would hold me down even harder, reminding me that it was hard for Wyatt to
do what he was doing while I kept squirming around.

When Wyatt saw that I was open enough he pulled his tongue out of me and
orbed the lube over to him. He thought he would give me time to relax while
he lubed up one hand and used the other to lube up his dick. He wanted to
get inside of me as soon as possible, and by the time he finished lubing
himself up, he saw that I was relaxed enough so he could move on to the
next stage.

Slowly, Wyatt started inserting his finger inside my hole. He kept probing
and probing like he was searching for something. He saw that I was in pain,
and waited till my cries of pain were replace with moans of pleasure, and
then he knew he had hit the spot.

He then inserted a second finger and began probing even faster this time,
wanting me to open up faster, and I did, and then he finally inserting a
third finger. He pushed in and out looking for my prostate and he knew that
he had hit it when I gave out a loud moan of pleasure. Wyatt knew I was
ready then, and he just couldn't wait.

Wyatt took no time in pulling his fingers out of my and slowly started to
replace them with something bigger. Not wanting to cause me any pain, Wyatt
carefully started to push his manhood inside my whole. As soon as his head
was in, Wyatt started to feel how tight I was, and his vision went dim for
a moment, causing him to start to push in faster, and faster.

I gave out a loud cry of pain. I knew Wyatt wasn't doing this on purpose,
but he was inserting his dick in me so fast that I was taking mostly pain
and a little bit of pleasure.

Wyatt heard the cry and immediately stopped. "Sorry," he said. He waited
for me to nod and say that it was okay for him to go ahead. Wyatt slowly
started to insert the rest of him in me stopping a few times when he saw
that I was in pain. Once he was in me, I wrapped my legs around his waist
and to let him know I was ready for him to start riding me.

Immediately Wyatt began pumping in and out of me, and I was helping set the
pace by moving my body along with his. Wyatt felt that I was so tight that
he was almost about to cum when he was in me, but he was somehow able to
keep himself under control so he could fuck me.

I grabbed onto the sides of the bed as I felt Wyatt pushing in and out of
me. The pleasure was so good that it was almost unbearable. Wyatt was
really starting to go fast now, and hard. He was going so fast that I could
see sweat running down his nice chest, and I was really starting to pant,
because I was going in the same speed as Wyatt. Having sex was more of a
work out that going to the gym. I figured why go to the gym when I could
just have sex, and lose more weight.

Wyatt then stopped all of a sudden. I thought it might have been because he
came, but I didn't feel anything, and it didn't feel like he had put on a
condom, so I wondered why he stopped.

"Wyatt, what's wrong," I asked. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No," Wyatt was quick to answer not wanting me to blame myself. "You didn't
do anything wrong," he said. "As a matter of fact, you're doing great, but
I want to try something else," he added. "I want you to ride me. Can you do
that baby?"

"Sure," I said.

Wyatt and I hadn't done this in a long time, but with everything we're both
going through, I'm sure Wyatt doesn't want to do all the work in this. He
pulled out of me and I got up and he lied on the bed, on his back. I stood
over him, while he kept his cock in the air and waited as I came and
started to place myself on it. The pain wasn't as bad since I had already
been loosened up enough, so I was able to get on Wyatt's cock faster than
he was inserting it in me.

Once I was settled I started bouncing up and down on my lover's cock, who
by the look on his face, was enjoying watching me bounce off of him. To
make things better I took my fingers and started to rub circles around
Wyatt's nipples to turn him on more.

It sure was working. Wyatt could feel himself getting turned on the more
and more I rubbed his nipples. Wyatt really thought this was unfair that I
got to tease him while I rode him, so for payback, Wyatt started to pinch
my nipples in defense. The more and more I rubbed his nipples, the harder
Wyatt would pinch mine knowing how much I like it when he does that.

Soon we were at war with nipple teasing, until it started to feel so good
that we both couldn't take it anymore. I felt myself about to climax, so I
took one hand off of Wyatt's nipples and started to jerk myself off to make
it come easier. Soon I felt myself shoot a huge load that went all over my
husbands chest and stomach.

My muscles then relaxed around Wyatt's, and seeing me cum was enough to
send him over the edge. Wyatt soon felt himself release five loads in my
ass. Wyatt was now panting harder. I really gave him a work out that he
knew he was never going to forget.

Wyatt saw that I was about to pull off of him, but he wrapped his hands
around my waist and held me there. "I know you didn't think I was finished
with you," he smirked. "You made a mess, now its time for you to clean it
up," he said in his sexy voice.

I slowly went down to Wyatt's chest and began to lick every single place
that I saw had a white spot on it. Usually Wyatt and I would go take a
shower together to get this off, but this wasn't the first time he's wanted
me to lick all the cum off of him. I saw a big spot of cum on his nipple so
I took it in my mouth and suck on it till I could taste no more cum, making
the father of my child moan.

When I was finally done, Wyatt released his grip from around my waist and
let me get off his his dick. I then want and laid next to him, but felt him
pull me closer to him so he could hold me. I should have known Wyatt would
want to cuddle. That's something that he always wants to do after sex. I
lied my head down on Wyatt's chest, making him feel like he had the
world. Wyatt rested his chin on top of my head.

"Wow babe, I'm going to have to say that was amazing," he said.

"Amazing isn't good enough," I replied back. I smiled and cuddled up to him
even more. There was no word to describe how much I love him.

For awhile I just stared at the ceiling. Everything that happened today
started to come back to me. I don't know why, but it just all started to
come to me. I was mainly thinking about what the angel of death said that
if Daughtry doesn't die by tomorrow, that I will be at risk. This is going
to be a tough decision to make tomorrow. If I try to save my best friend I
could die, but maybe, just maybe it will save him, but if I don't try to
save him, and just let him die then I would regret it for the rest of my
life, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself. Now I'm stuck between a
rock and a hard place, but I know what I must do.

"Hey Wyatt," I whispered.

"mmm," was all he could say. Our fun really wore him out.

"Wyatt, I really need you to promise me something," I said.

"You know that I'd do anything for you baby," he said back.

"I know, but I really need you to promise me something right now," I
said. " I know you're probably not going to like what I'm going to ask, but
if anything happens to me please promise me that you will not walk out on
the kids, and you will be there to raise them."

Wyatt immediately started to wake up. He knew just what I was thinking
about and right now this was something he really didn't want to talk
about. "Look Chris I know you've had a hard day, but just please go to
sleep," he begged. All of this had been just as hard on him as it was me,
and now I was talking about something that happened in the future.

"No Wyatt, please just promise me," I pursued.

"Look, Chris nothing is going to happen to you okay," Wyatt said firmly. He
was getting frustrated about this. "You and I are going to raise our kids
together and everything is going to be fine, understand," he angrily
said. "Now end of discussion," he finished pulling my head even closer to
his chest and placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.

I expected Wyatt to act this way, and I couldn't blame anyone for it but
myself. I mean I have been the one dragging him through the mud with all of
this, and he had just about every right to be angry with me, but I really
needed this out of him more than anything right now. I knew if anything
happened to me, whether it be now or fourteen years from now, I didn't want
Wyatt to walk out on our kids, and I know that Wyatt wouldn't break a
promise, so by making him promise this, I knew I could trust that he
wouldn't do it, even if I was dead.

"Wyatt please," I pleaded. "Just please promise me this one thing," I kept
asking. "I love you and I really need to hear those words. That if
something happens to me you won't walk out on the kids."

Wyatt really did love me and if it meant doing something for me out of love
then Wyatt would do it. "I promise," he finally whispered.

With those words said, I knew that I could do what I had to do, without any
regrets about what would happen. Tomorrow is going to be a big day for me
and I know its going to be hard. It wasn't too much longer before I drifted
off to sleep.

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My eyes opened, and I looked to my side to see that Wyatt was fast
asleep. Wyatt sure was a hard sleeper. I could have been yelling in his
face right now and he wouldn't wake up, but for some reason if I tried to
sneak out of bed, he would know. I guess it must be the body heat. It was
hard for me to get up to go to the bathroom, because I would always feel
Wyatt's hand pull me right back into be whenever I got out.

I knew because of that I was going to have to be real careful getting out
of bed right now. This was something that I had to do. I know its going
against Wyatt in every way, but I will not be able to live with myself if I
don't do something about my best friend.

Wyatt had his arms around me, so I slowly and carefully wiggled out of
them. Wyatt made a little moan scaring me a little, but he didn't wake
up. I quietly got out of the bed and tip toed over to the drawer. I grabbed
some clothes that I hadn't worn in a long time. It was the same black shirt
and leather pants that I used to hunt down a demon that killed my adopted
mother.

I heard Wyatt give out a louder groan, making me jump. I was scared that he
had caught me, but when I looked back, I saw that he had turned over on the
bed and he was lying on his stomach now. I smiled thinking about how Wyatt
always rolls around in the bed. He's rolled on top of me so many times that
I lost count after the first two years we've been married. Its a wonder why
I'm always up in the middle of the night. He's always on top of me.

Looking at Wyatt all that time just felt like I was looking at an
angel. Wyatt looked so cute right now. If I could, I would just get back
into bed with him and cuddle up with him even more, but I can't. There is
something that I have to do.

I sneaked out of the room, only to get in the hallway so I could dress
myself. I knew if I tried in the bedroom, it would make to much noise and
Wyatt would definitely see that I was up to something, and it wouldn't take
him too long to figure out what it was.

Once I was dressed I stepped right back into the bedroom to see myself in
the mirror. The person who was staring back at me in the mirror was a
person who I never thought I'd see again. A person out for revenge, the way
I was a long time ago when I first wore this. I was young and I had only
turned eighteen that week and I didn't even know what I was doing. So why
am I going back to that old person, was the question I had to ask
myself. Maybe because this demon was the one who killed my real mother.

I took one last look back at Wyatt. He had actually rolled back onto his
back. Thank goodness he still hasn't felt that my body presence wasn't
there or else I'd be in trouble. I slowly walked up to the bed and stood
over Wyatt where he was laying. I knelt down and placed a kiss on his lips,
causing the blond to lick his lips in his sleep.

I turned back around and left out of the room. I went to all of the kids
rooms and gave them a kiss on their foreheads. I know they're too young to
understand this. Just like I was, but hopefully when they grow up, they'll
find it in their hearts to forgive me.

After going back to the bathroom and looking at myself in the mirror one
last time, I knew that there was something that my outfit was missing to be
complete. That something was at the manor, and I was going to have to be
really careful if I wanted to get it.

Orbing over to the upstairs part of the manor, I looked both left and right
to make sure that no one could see me. I walked over to the master bedroom
of the house. Even though Piper and Leo are probably in a deep sleep I know
the will wake up easily unlike Wyatt, so before I went into the room, I
went into my pocket and pulled out some sleep dust. I this could make
anyone sleep through anything. Even there on death. I remember Wyatt using
it to help me sleep sometimes when I would wake up in the middle of the
night with nightmares. I know he probably isn't going to like the way I'm
using this, but I have to.

When I entered into the room of Piper and Leo, I saw that my entrance
caused them to instantly start to wake up. Before they could sit up and see
that it was me who was there, I held out my hand and blew the sleep dust
right at them, putting them right back to sleep faster than a sleeping peel
could. I felt bad about this. I never liked using magic on my
family. Especially since it was because of them I even knew who my real
mother was.

I went straight into the closet and searched for what I needed. As I went
through their closet I saw that they had a lot of clothes. Piper has still
kept all her clothes from when she was still a Charmed One, which doesn't
surprise me. That's why I was hoping that what I was looking for was in
there, and a few seconds later after searching I found that it was, and I
pulled it off the hanger that they had it on.

It was my mother's leather jacket. It wasn't just any old leather jacket of
hers. It was the one that she died in. Piper told me it wasn't too long
after she died that Piper took it upon herself to wear the jacket because
it was now her duty to be the eldest Charmed One. That's why I was hoping
more than anything that the jacket would still be in her closet and I was
right. I knew Piper wouldn't throw out anything of my mother's. That's
really all she had left in memory of her, was her stuff.

I looked at the black leather jacket, and it wasn't hard for me to tell
that it was old, but it was still good. I slipped it on around my arms, and
for a split second there I could feel my mother's touch. I can't describe
it really. It was like, I felt that she was right here. I know her spirit
is, but this felt a little different. It felt like I was in her body.

This was exactly what I needed to complete my outfit. It might not have
been much but it was something that would let me know that my mother was
still there. I just wish I could talk to her in person right now, and not
in spirit, and ask her why she made the choice that she did.

There was really no time right now for me to think about all that. Right
now I had something that I had to do. It couldn't wait any longer. I left
the room, and went out to check on Daughtry, because I knew he was probably
still staying at the manor. I orbed downstairs wanting to be as quiet as I
could so that no one would hear me. I had to remember that I didn't have
enough dust to keep Chris and Peter asleep. When I looked down at the
couch, Daughtry was not there. All that was there was a piece of paper,
that had my name on it. I picked it up seeing it was a letter from
Daughtry.

Chris,

I'm sorry, but I couldn't let you do this to Wyatt or your kids. By the
time you read this letter, Shax will have probably already taken my
life. Please don't be mad, but I just couldn't let you die and your
daughter turn evil all for the sake of me. You've been my best friend for a
long time Chris, and I can't say that there would be anyone else that has
been a better friend to me than you, but now its time for you to be without
me. I can't always be there Chris. If the Death Angel says its my time then
it is. I'm sorry, and let Wyatt and the rest of the family know that I
thank them for all their kindness towards me in this time.

Your best friend always,

Daughtry

I pulled the letter down from my face. I couldn't believe Daughtry was
really going to do this, but there might still be a chance that he's alive
and I might be able to save him. I held the letter for a long time, and
then I finally started to feel a pain in my stomach and I started to get a
bad headache. I was having a premonition. At first I didn't know how, but
then I remembered that Richard has that power and he's in my stomach right
now. I didn't get much out of the premonition, but I saw exactly where
Daughtry had went to, and when he was going to meet up with Shax. I still
had time. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my sunglasses and put
them on. I then ran out of the manor to where I knew I would find Daughtry.

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Daughtry had been walking the streets for a long time. When he left the
Halliwell manor it was midnight and the sun was starting to rise. He wanted
to make sure that he got as far away from the manor as possible. He didn't
want anyone to interfere this time. Not the sisters, not Wyatt and Chris,
and not even me. This is something he has to do by himself. This was
something that he's been waiting for and he won't allow anyone to stand in
his way of it. He knew that if I knew about what he was doing, I would
instantly be trying to stop him, and if I couldn't stop him, I would try to
stop Shax, and if that didn't work I would get myself killed in the process
and Daughtry wasn't going to let that happen. He's already almost lost me,
and he saw how Wyatt reacted to it, and he doesn't want Wyatt yelling at me
anymore. Especially if its for something that he's done.

The man could tell already that Wyatt didn't like him because of what was
going on, but Daughtry didn't care if Wyatt liked him or not anymore. All
he cared about was my well being, and Wyatt could be made at him till he
was red in the face, but when it came to me, Daughtry was going to do
whatever he had to do to protect me. Even if that meant losing his life in
the process.

Daughtry finally came to a stop. He wanted to make sure that he was really
in the middle of nowhere. The man didn't want anyone to be able to find him
or see him what so ever.

He looked around once more to make sure that the place was empty before he
shouted. "Alright Shax come on, its just me and you," he taunted. "No
tricks this time, and I can promise you that! If you want me come and get
me! You killed my family, you've taken away so much from me, but I won't
allow you to take my best friend! You hear me! You're not taking anyone
else from me ever again! If you want to fight someone, how about you get
your ass out here and try to fight me! I'm not afraid of you, even if it
means that I might die! You think you're so big and bad because you're the
source's assassin huh! Well you know what, you're nothing. You're just a
big bully who goes around picking on weak witches and mortals! So why don't
you come out and pick on somebody your own size!" With that said Daughtry
waited for the tornado of death to come.

And soon it did. The tornado had come twirling in, even bigger than it had
ever been in the millions of times that Daughtry had seen it. At first he
was scared, but he swallowed it up and remembered that he was doing this
for me. In the long run, it would all be worth it, because he would have
made it so that I could be with my family.

Soon after the tornado had cleared and there was Shax. He looked from left
to right to make sure that Daughtry was being true to his word right now
with no one being around. He could never be too sure since the last few
times, he saw that he was ambushed by Charmed Ones, and though he said that
he was going to take them down right now he wasn't up for it. All he wanted
right now was the Phoenix that was standing in front of him.

"Well, well, looks like we meet again," Shax said. "And I see that you're
little Charmed friends aren't around. What happened, did they find out that
you were a Phoenix, and they don't trust you anymore?"

Daughtry really got irritated easily by the words of the assassin. Just
about every time the guy spoke it was something to piss him off, but
Daughtry knew not to let his anger get the best of him or else Shax wins,
even though Daughtry knows this might be his time to die, but he still
wants to go out winning the war even though he knows he might lose he
battle. He wants to go out having fought bravely against the demon that
killed his family,.

"No, its just me and you," Daughtry gritted through his teeth. "You might
think that just because they're not here means they're not my friends, but
I've got news for you Shax, they are my friends, and I know they always
will be, which is more than you can say because you don't have any. Not
even the Source would want to be your friend with how much of a pain you
are!"

Shax has had enough with the talk. He came here to do one thing and that
was to take out this Phoenix and that's what he was going to do. Shax
conjured up an energy ball and hurled it straight at the Phoenix, who was
quick to jump in the air and dodge it before the demon had time to conjure
another one and send it his way again.

Daughtry conjured his own energy ball and sent it straight at the demon,
who was immediately struck in the chest and cried out in pain. Daughtry
knew that he had done some damage. This was the first time he's actually
really hurt Shax, but then before he dies, he wants to make sure he goes
out fighting the best that he could and not just fighting like a coward.

Getting really frustrated the demon then conjured even more energy ball and
kept sending them to the way of the Phoenix. Getting more stirred up when
he dodged them. "Hold still so I can blast you," the angry assassin yelled
as he sent more and more energy balls at the demon, but the Phoenix was
still quick and was able to dodge every single energy ball that was thrown
at him.

The assassin was really starting to get annoyed but then he saw that the
Phoenix was getting real tired and soon he would be too tired out to
continue the fight so he continued hurling energy balls hit, but not with
as much energy. Tossing them about more and more, the assassin just kept
waiting patiently while the Phoenix wore himself out.

Daughtry kept dodging everything that was thrown at him. He was surprised
with how much he was dodging. He has never been able to dodge this much
from any demon. Especially the Source's assassin. Daughtry kept on until he
started to feel himself ware down. The more balls that were thrown at him,
the more tired he got. Daughtry knew he wasn't going to be able to take
this much longer. It wasn't too much longer before he tried jumping but
wasn't fast enough and got hit with an energy ball, causing him to go to
the ground.

Shax smirked, seeing as he had Daughtry in the position that he wanted him
in. Shax conjured up one of his electric balls and sent it straight at
Daughtry, hitting the Phoenix directly in the chest. Daughtry went flying
high in the air before he hit the ground. Seeing the Phoenix was gasping
for breath, and knew that he didn't have much life in him, the assassin
started moving in closer towards the Phoenix that was lying helplessly on
the ground.

Once he was standing over the weak Phoenix, Shax felt victorious. He had
finally won. He had killed the family, and now there was nothing or no one
who could take his happiness away from him right now. This was more than a
victory. Someone who he's been trying to kill for so long, is about to die
at his hands, and his hands alone.

Shax conjured up one last electric ball. This was the end. He had finally
won, and there was nothing or no one that could stop him now. First the
Phoenix, and then the Charmed Ones. Shax was just about ready to throw the
energy ball at the Phoenix, when he all of a sudden felt him self flying
across the air. When he got up he saw that I was standing there. Shax then
got a weird feeling in his shoulder. Like he's met me before. It wasn't
just all those times that I interfered with Daughtry, but he felt likes
he's actually faced me before.

"Why don't you pick on a being your on size," I grunted at the demon. I saw
him looking at me as though he knew me and was trying to figure out
where. I guess he probably doesn't know its because of him that my life has
changed.

"One question," he said. "Why are you so bent on hunting me down," he
asked. "I know you're a Charmed One, but I'm sure you have other demons to
hunt down. So why are you after me?"  I can't believe that Shax just asked
me that question. Him asking me that made me just want to conjure up an
athame and stab him in the chest a thousand times and make him feel the
pain that I've felt for so long. I know he probably isn't going to figure
it out so I might as well tell him so he knows the reason why I want to
vanquish him so bad.

"You really want to know," I spoke more. I looked the demon dead in the
eyes. I hated him so much. There was no one or anything that I hated more
than him right now. "You killed my mother," I stated to him. I felt my
throat lump up, making me want to cry, but I couldn't. That would be
showing weakness to the demon and that's not something I'm willing to do.

Shax then knew exactly why I looked and acted so familiar. Shax had to
admit, Prue was one of the best fighters or witches he's ever come in
contact with, especially since she was a Charmed One. He has no regret for
killing her because she was very powerful. No telling how much more
powerful she would have gotten if Shax hadn't of killed her then.

"Well now...you'll be joining her soon," he replied.

"If you want me come and get me," I challenged. I then took off running. I
knew just how to provoke the demon to come after me. I wanted to get him as
far away from Daughtry as I could. Things were not really looking up, and I
didn't want Daughtry to get hurt in the process.

The demon did just what I wanted him too, and turned into his tornado form
and began to follow me. This was just like the time he killed my
mother. This was going to be a piece of cake for him since he's chasing
after only one Charmed One and not all three of them, and now that he knows
he's killed my mother, he knows that he is very capable of killing me just
as easily. He sees me walking into the same trap as her and that's just
what he wants.

Daughtry was still lying there, worn out from the fight. It had taken a lot
out of him, and after all that trouble he had gone through, everything
still ended up the wrong way. Now Shax was chasing me and Daughtry knows
that he has to get to me before Shax does or else it might mean my
death. The angel of Death did say that today was going to start putting my
life in jeopardy and not to mention that my child was too.

Daughtry then just gave up hope. There was no way he was going to be able
to stop me from being hurt by Shax. I was too far away for him to go chase
after me, and there was no telling where I had went. Daughtry could only
hope, that Wyatt or someone else gets to me before Shax does.

As Daughtry continued to lay there he the saw a bright light. It was
supernatural, causing the phoenix to stand up and look to see that it was a
bright orb coming his way. He had never seen anything like this before. The
light was almost brighter than the sun.

When the orb had finally landing it formed into a woman. She was tall with
dark hair, and had a mole in an unusual place. Daughtry swears he has seen
her before but doesn't know where.

The woman smiled at him saying, "hello Daughtry," she said. The woman
started to slowly walk towards the man who she didn't know, but had heard
so much about she felt like they were old friends.

Daughtry immediately started to back up. This all seemed too strange. A
beautiful woman comes out of the sky and shines like the sun. At first
Daughtry thought he was dead, but he couldn't be right now. If he was he
wouldn't have seen that whole interaction between Shax and I.

"Who are you and how do you know my name," he asked backing up so fast he
didn't see the bump on the ground and immediately fell backwards, but he
was still crawling away from the woman, who he still didn't know why she
was there. Even though she might have not looked harmful, Daughtry still
had to keep guard up. Sometimes the things are don't look dangerous are the
most dangerous things you'll ever see.

The woman got even closer to Daughtry, to the point of where the wasn't any
space near them. She was now practically standing over the man. "I know
this all seems a little strange to you, but trust me I'm not here to do you
any harm. I just wanted to tell you thanks for protecting Chris," she said.

My name was enough to make Daughtry figure out who the woman was. He
couldn't believe this. She looked better in person than she did in all of
those pictures of her that he's seen. "You're Chris' mom, Prue," he stated.

The woman nodded and knelt down to where Daughtry was and ran her hands
around his face to let him know that her touch couldn't harm him and he was
safe. "I am," she said. "I know you've always been looking out for my son
and guided him in tough times, and I couldn't say thank you enough," she
pointed out. "But there's something that you have to do," she spoke with a
change of tone. "You can't let Chris die, whatever happens or else the
future Charmed generation will not be able to make the power of six," she
stated.

"But how," the man asked in despiration. "I've tried to stop him from
getting in the way so many times, I just don't know what to do anymore. I
mean even the Angel of Death can't stop Evans when he's determined on
something."

"I think you know the answer to that," she replied. "I know its not going
to be easy, believe me I do, but you have to stop him, and that's all I can
tell you. I have to go now, the elders only let me come down here to tell
you that," she said as she turned back into white orbs and began ascending
back to the sky.

"But wait!" Daughtry called after the woman. "I have so many questions to
ask," he yelled, but no matter how loud he was the orbs were still going up
to the sky, leaving the poor Phoenix there by himself to make the hardest
decision that he ever had to make.

Daughtry had a real tough choice to make. Was this something he wanted to
do. No it wasn't, but Daughtry learned a long time ago that there's not
always choices in the decisions that are made. If there was a choice in
everything, then then the world would be a happier place.

A tear came down his cheek as he thought about what he had to do. This
wasn't going to be easy but he had to do it. For the world's sake and not
just mine or his. All of this stop being about just me and him a long time
ago. Now its about the future and well being of my family. If Daughtry
doesn't do this, then the whole world is at risk of being devastated, and
Daughtry knows that his life isn't worth the whole world's.

Daughtry took one last thought about his memories with me, and how much
this was going to change me. He was in my wedding and I would always go to
his house when Wyatt and I had a fight, and then he was the one who would
always give me advice on my marriage. Daughtry knows that if it weren't for
him, lots of things would be wrong, and that's why this makes everything so
difficult. The Phoenix only wishes he could go back and fix the outcome so
that it would work out for everyone.

The first thing he would do is fix it all from the start and bring back his
family. That's where it all started. If they hadn't of died, Daughtry would
have never gone on that little hunt for Shax and finally found him, and
provoking him to come after him the way he did. He wished that he could fix
things to where he could be married and have a family by now and that he
would at least have someone to call family, but he then moved that thought
out of his mind, because he knew that I had and always will love him as a
brother, and he feels the same way. Thinking about all this reminded him of
something that I had told him, that my mother told me. Everything happens
for a reason. That must be why his family died. There had to be a reason
behind it, even though the young Phoenix did not understand.

Daughtry pulled out his wallet, and took out the one picture he had left of
his family. The only thing was he wasn't in it. He was in New York when
they all had taken this picture. It was probably the only time his mom and
dad had put aside their differences so they could all spend on family day
together. Bianca was in the middle of the picture. If Daughtry had only
knew that his and Bianca's days were so few he would have stayed in
California. How he's missed seeing his sister, and he was sure that she
missed him too, but when there is a divorce he couldn't help what
happened. He had to go with his father or else he would have been lonely.

The phoenix pulled out his wallet again only to pull out a picture that
he's kept with him for even longer than he's kept his family picture. It
was a picture of me and him. It was just before we both went up to New York
and I was still pregnant with his goddaughter Patricia. Its because of
things like this, Daughtry is going to do what he has to do.

He put the picture back in his wallet and teleported to where he knew he
could catch up with me and Shax. If only things were different, were the
Phoenix's last thoughts.

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I continued to run, and the tornado was not too far behind me. He had been
trailing on my ass for a long time, and I'm surprised neither one of us has
tired out, but that doesn't mean I'm going to give up and let this asshole
win. He had to pay for what he did, and I was going to make sure he did,
even if it meant losing my life to make sure that he knew the pain he
caused on my.

I ran around the corner of Prescott street and I froze right there. It was
a good angle to see the manor from. What was scary was that, the house
looked abandoned, just like Chris' premonition said it did. All of the cars
where gone. There wasn't a sign of life in that manor. I don't know what is
going on. Its not like Piper, Leo, Chris, and Peter to just get up and
leave the manor without something bad going on. This was really starting to
scare me. If things were going the way they were in Chris' premonition,
then I was in trouble.

The tornado started coming right behind me. I could hear its rumbling and
knew that I better get to putting my plan into action before the demon
catches up to me and stops me before I get a chance to even try it.

I quickly began running up the stairs as fast as I could, and the tornado
was still not too far behind me. The wind was getting so close to me that I
could feel myself almost being pulled back to Shax. I had to retaliate some
way. I had almost forgot that I could control the weather, and since I'm
pregnant, I do have the power of wind. I turned around and blew a big
breath, pushing the tornado all the way back down to the bottom of the
stairs. I knew that wasn't going to do much but at least it would slow him
down.

I turned back around and went through the door of the manor. I looked
around the whole place. It looked like no one really lived here. Like the
whole family had just left it. The more and more I thought about it, the
more and more scared I began to get.

I couldn't get scared now. I had to put my plan into action. I didn't come
this far only to stop now. My whole plan had been to bring Shax back to the
manor and face him like my mother did. Only this time, I wouldn't fail. I
know how crazy it sounds with it being in Chris' premonition, but this was
the only way I could think if facing the monster. There was no other way I
could picture facing him, then trying to take him on like my mother did.

Soon the tornado of Shax came in. Stuff started flying everywhere, but I
made sure to stand my ground. This was it. The moment that I had been
waiting for. Shax' tornado finally died down and there he appeared once
more like always. The monster who killed my mother. "Ready to die, just
like your mother," he smirked at me, sounding confident.

"I was born ready," I replied. I had a his vanquishing spell in my pocket,
and I knew that I was going to need to power of three to do it, but I was
hoping that with me and the baby, that would be enough to stop him. I felt
my hand reaching for the spell in my pocket, but then it froze. I started
to feel a big pain in my stomach that wouldn't allow me to move my arm
anymore. I didn't know why the pain was coming now, but it was very
intense. I ground my teeth together to stop my from crying out in pain.

Looking up, Shax was already conjuring his electric ball. There was nothing
I could do to counter it, because I couldn't move my arms since I was in so
much pain. I guess this is the end of me. I'm ready to take it all. I
closed my eyes, as I took one last look and saw Shax hurling his electric
ball at me.

"NOOOOO!" A voice shouted. I opened my eyes to see that the voice was
Daughtry, jumping over the couches and coming my way. Daughtry had
remembered better than anyone that Chris' premonition took place at the
manor, and something had told him to go there. The man quickly pushed me as
hard as he could out of the way into the wall making me hit it so hard that
I was knocked out, and took the big jolt of energy himself, getting himself
sent back into the walls so hard that his body just went through it. There
he laid with a big puddle of blood coming out of his head. He had fulfilled
his destiny. His life was gone.

Chris and Wyatt had just orbed in quick enough to see me lying on the
ground, and Daughtry lying in a pool of blood, and Shax standing there
smirking at what he had just done. Wyatt grunted and flicked his wrist hit
the demon so hard that it sent the demon back to the wall. If I was hurt
Wyatt would make this demon pay so bad that he wished he had never met the
Charmed Ones.

Chris seeing Shax on the ground took this opportunity to orb crystals
around Shax, trapping him in a crystal cage. Chris looked around once more
to still see me on the ground and Daughtry covered in a pool of blood. He
knew this was going to happen. Little did I know that Chris had read the
letter that Daughtry wrote and immediately called Wyatt and Wyatt told him
that I was gone too. They both thought about Chris' premonition and
immediately went into action and told everyone to leave the house, and they
both made sure that the kids were safe before they orbed over here, hoping
to get here before all three of us.

"Looks like we're too late," Chris said. All he saw was that I was on the
ground. He really didn't know what happened. Didn't know if I was dead or
alive. This is what scared him the most.

Wyatt looked at me and he could still feel me for some reason. "Maybe not
yet," Wyatt said to his brother. "You check on Daughtry and see if he's
able to be healed and I'll check on Chris," Wyatt told him.

Wyatt and Chris looked at each other and nodded and both went to their
spots. Chris put his hands over Daughtry and tried to heal him, while Wyatt
put his hands on my neck to check if I was still breathing. When nothing
happened, Chris knew that Daughtry was gone.

"He's dead Wyatt," Chris said getting up and running over to where Wyatt
was kneeling. "What about Evans, is he..." Chris couldn't get all the words
out. He didn't want it to be true. If it was he didn't know how life was
going to go on without me.

"No," Wyatt shook his head. "He's just out cold," Wyatt told him.

Chris nodded happy that I was okay, but he then started to panic again
almost forgetting that I was pregnant, and I had just taken a hard fall,
and that fall could have cost me the baby. "Wyatt, what about the baby,"
Chris pointed out.

Suddenly Wyatt started to get worried. He then went feeling around in my
stomach to see if he could feel the baby kicking, but he felt nothing. He
then started to panic inside, but wasn't showing it on the outside. He knew
that if he did, Chris would too, and that's not what they should be doing
right now. Wyatt moved his hand to the top part of my stomach to see if he
could feel the baby's heart beat, but he still felt nothing. Wyatt had then
started to assume that I had just lost the baby from the big fall. Next
thing he knew he started to feel a big pain in his head and he started to
shake.

Premonition.....


Wyatt saw himself carrying the baby in his arms. Wyatt didn't know where he
was but it felt like heaven. He had his son in his arms and that's all that
mattered. Things couldn't get any better than this. The boy looked so
beautiful. He looked just like Wyatt, and there were some features that he
had from me, but it was mostly all Wyatt, and at the the blond smiled.

Then the premonition fast forwarded to the boy all of a sudden being five,
and Wyatt was playing with him in the park. Wyatt was chasing the boy
around. They must have been playing hide and seek or tag or something
because the little boy was teasing Wyatt on how he couldn't catch him,
while Wyatt looked over and saw me and a few of the other kids sitting down
and looking on.

Next it went to him being a twelve year old. Wyatt found himself in an
auditorium. His son was in a school play. Wyatt was so proud of him, just
like any father would be of any son. He looked over and saw me sitting next
to him, holding his hand like we always did. This showed that we were all
still a family, and Wyatt looked to his left to see his other sons sitting
next to him.

Next place Wyatt found himself was at the manor. He was standing in the
foyer waiting for something with me. In front of him was a big birthday
cake that said 'Happy Birthday' on it, but how old was Richard this
time. When Wyatt so the young man pass through the door, he saw that the
guy was now sixteen. Richard came over to the both of us and gave us a big
hug at the same time and told us that he loved us.


End of Premonition......

"Wyatt! Wyatt!" Chris kept calling. This was really starting to scare the
brunette. He had been calling his brother for a long time, but he got no
answer from him, and now he was beginning to get scared because I was still
lying on the ground and he didn't know what happened.

Wyatt finally snapped out of the premonition and looked back at his brother
and smiled. "The baby's okay," Wyatt said. To see that premonition was
everything that the blond needed to know that everything was going to be
okay, and that thing were going to work out fine even though there has just
been a tragedy.

"Umm...Wyatt," Chris said again. "I think I know the baby is going to be
okay," he said. The blond was confused. How could he know that the baby was
going to be okay, unless he saw that same premonition that Wyatt
did. "Wyatt, unless Chris fell into some water, I think this might mean
what I think it means," Chris said pointing out to Wyatt that my leather
pants were all wet signaling one thing.

Wyatt couldn't believe this was happening now. I was out could and this
pain wasn't waking me up, and it didn't look like it was going to. "Chris,
we've got to get the baby out of him now!" Wyatt panicked.

"We can't," Chris said back. "If we try to get the baby out of him, he
could wake up and see us, and I'm pretty sure that wouldn't look good after
being out cold for awhile, to see your brother and husband opening up your
stomach.

"Don't worry about it Christopher," Wyatt said back. "If we don't get the
baby out of him soon, he could die, and this time its serious. I know he
only has a certain amount of time and we can't wait for him to wake up or
else it might be too late," the blond spoke. The brunette agreed with
him. "Dad!" Wyatt called for Leo, knowing it was going to have to be him to
do the whole thing, because even though they've been through this so many
times, Wyatt still doesn't know how to do this right, and its always been
his father to do it.

Soon Leo orbed in with Paige. They had been at magic school with the kids,
and the future people who were a little scared about what was
happening. All Leo heard was his eldest son calling for him, and it really
sounded important, and since Leo couldn't orb anymore he asked Paige to
bring him here.

Leo looked around and saw that Daughtry was in a pool of blood, and I was
lying on the wall motionless. Right then the father of three started
thinking the worst of the situation. "Wyatt, what's going on?" He asked
anxiously. "Are they...," he asked referring to me and Daughtry.

Wyatt knew that his father was thinking, and the blond wanted to make sure
he didn't faint because they needed him right now. "Chris is fine," Wyatt
told his father. "But Daughtry," Wyatt shook his head. He couldn't find the
strength to say the words and he knew I was going to have a hard time
dealing with it when I woke up.

The former whitelighter nodded. If there's one thing that he learned from
being with the Charmed Ones for so long its that they can't save
everyone. Premonitions aren't always suppose to help save an innocent, but
to sometimes warn them of what may come.

"What do you guys need," Leo asked.

"Chris is in labor," Wyatt was quick to speak.

Leo quickly knew what that meant. "Chris, you remember what to get me," he
asked his youngest who nodded and then quickly took off to the kitchen. Leo
was sad about Daughtry's death, but happy to see that he was about to be a
grandpa again of a new child. He believes that once one door closes another
one opens. Leo began to rub my stomach, and even though Wyatt wasn't able
to feel the kicking at first, Leo was immediately able to feel it. He
couldn't believe this baby was ready to come out.

Soon his youngest returned with all the supplies need to do the whole thing
to bring out the baby. Leo took the knives from Chris knowing this was
going to be hard to do without trying to wake me up.

"Alright guys lets do this," Leo told his sons.

Dream.....

I was sitting on a bench that was floating on clouds. I didn't even know
how I got here. Last thing I remember was seeing Daughtry push me out of
the way of Shax' attack and that was all. Wait a minute. Maybe he wasn't
able to push me out of it in time. I started to think that I was dead. I
felt miserable. I can't believe that I had failed my family. To make it
worse I might have just lost the baby. There goes everything that we all
worked so hard for. Now Patty is going to turn evil and Wyatt might walk
out on the kids even though he promised me that he wouldn't.

I was snapped out of my grief when I felt a person come and sit next to me
on the bench. I didn't know who it could have been. Maybe it was my mother
welcoming me here. When I looked up I didn't see my mother. I had seen
someone that I was hoping wouldn't be up here. I was staring into the face
of my best friend, Daughtry. I can't believe he's up here, but is it him
that's dead or me, or is it both of us who died.

"Hello Evans," he smiled.

"Daughtry," I replied. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "What am I doing
up here," I added.

"Its my time Evans," was what he said. This was harder for Daughtry to tell
me this then it was for me to listen. Daughtry didn't want to die, but he
knew if he didn't then I would have and so would my new born baby. Daughtry
had to take the fall for me or else things would have been worse. "I know
you don't understand this, but in time you will, but this is where I
belong," he stated.

"What do you mean this is where you belong," I asked not believing what he
was saying. This was all beginning to become to much for me to handle. I
couldn't believe it. Not only had I failed, but I lost my best friend.

"I mean that this is my home now," Daughtry explained. "I've lived a great
life and now its time for me to leave the Earth," he went on. "My journey
down there is complete, and now its time for me to join my family and be up
here with them. Its been good knowing you."

"No, no you can't Daughtry, you can't go," I pleaded with a lump in my
throat. "You're the best friend I've ever had," I stated. "What am I
suppose to do without you?"

Daughtry got up and pulled me into a hug knowing that I was going to react
this way. I am still having a hard time dealing with my mother's death and
the last thing I needed was another person to die in my life, but it had to
happen. "I'm sorry Chris, you've been the best friend I've ever had, and I
will always be with you," he promised. "You might not be able to see me,
but I'll always be there for you," he said. "Be strong like I would want
you to," he told me. "Look to Wyatt and know that he loves you so much and
so do you're children. You have a heart of pure gold Chris. Let it shine
and brighten up the world like you're brightened up mine," he told me.

"You know I was told that people come into my life for a reason, and that
maybe true, but I know that I am the person, and I have the life I do,
because you have been in my life," I told him.

"Thank you Chris," Daughtry pulled away. "You don't know how much that
means to me, and I would like to tell you that even though we might never
see each other again, I want to let you know that a lot of me is made of
what I learned from you, and I don't know what I would have done without
you," he told me.

I could see that he was about to leave but I couldn't let him go without
asking him for one last favor. "Daughtry wait," I called. "I wanted to ask
you to forgive me for causing you so much trouble to get to this point," I
told him.

"You've never disappointed me Chris," Daughtry told me. "Never once, and
there's nothing to forgive you for." With that said Daughtry began to walk
away until he just disappeared into nothing.


End of Dream.....

I woke up and felt that I wasn't laying on the floor. I was lying on
something more soft. It didn't take me too long to see that I was on the
couch. I guessed Wyatt must have moved me from there and put me on the
couch of the manor. My mind rushed onto Daughtry. I was hoping that what I
saw just now was a dream and only a dream and that he was walking around
here somewhere.

A few seconds later, Wyatt was standing over me smiling, happy that I had
finally waken up. "Thank goodness you're awake," he said pulled my whole
upper body into the tightest hug that he's ever pulled me into. He was so
happy that I had recovered and I wasn't injured that badly. "Come on now
Chris, we have to say the spell," Wyatt said grabbing my arm and legs and
carrying me bridal style.

As he continued to carry me, I saw him pass Daughtry's body. I couldn't
believe it. So I was not dreaming at all. Daughtry really was gone. My best
friend was gone for good. I wasn't able to save him. My powers weren't
enough. Looks like Shax did win after all.

Wyatt had finally reached the front of the manor where Shax was still
standing in front of the cage. Chris was already there waiting for us, and
he had the spell in his hands.  Wyatt felt that it was safe enough to set
me down. "Come on Chris, we have to say the spell and end this," Wyatt told
me.

"But Daughtry," I looked over at his body.

"He's gone Chris," Wyatt said pulling me close to him. "There's nothing we
can do about it, but if you don't say the spell Shax is still going to be
capable of killing more innocents."

My mind quickly went away from Shax. My body went from sad and hurt to
anger and hatred that I had towards Shax. The monster has taken everything
away from me. My mother, my life, and my best friend. I looked on with
Wyatt and Chris who knelt down to let me see the spell. "Evil wind that
blows, that which forms below, no longer will you dwell, death takes you
with this spell," we all chanted. Shax then started to feel a pain in his
body as he spun around and soon he was blown into just ashes.

With that done I looked down to see my stomach was its normal size. That
wasn't good. "Wyatt," I stared at my husband. "What happened to the baby,"
I asked scared that I lost it in the battle.

"He's fine," Wyatt assured me. "Dad!" Wyatt called.

Leo then walked in with a little baby boy in his hands that he had close to
his chest and was cuddling him gently seeing as he was just born. The baby
was sleep, after having been rocked so much and so gently. Leo walked over
to me and handed the baby to me saying, "congratulations, its a boy," he
said.

I looked down at the baby. He looked just like Wyatt. I was happy to see
that he made it out alive through all of this. I only wish that I hadn't of
lost a friend in the process. I can't believe this really happened. I gave
the baby to Wyatt and walked over to Daughtry's body to see that he was
really dead.

I knelt down and ran my hands over his face. The body looked so empty.  I
couldn't hold it back anymore I just broke down crying harder than I ever
had. This hurt so bad.  A piece of my heart was missing. Daughtry was a
part of my heart and that part could not be replaced with nothing or no
one.

I soon felt Wyatt come on kneel down next to me and pull me closer as Leo
came and put covers over the body. Wyatt could feel how much this hurt
me. He began rubbing my back to sooth me more but it wasn't working
much. "Shh, its okay Chris, I'm here," Wyatt whispered in my ear. Wyatt
felt so bad for me. He knew how close Daughtry and I were. Wyatt is really
starting to feel bad for how jealous he's been of the guy and he hasn't
always treated the guy right. Wyatt knew this was going to be hard.

"Wyatt," Chris whispered to him softly so that I couldn't hear. "You need
to get him home," Chris advised. "Its not good for him to be here right
now," Chris stated. Chris was really thinking of my well being. He knew
that the longer I stayed in the manor the worse things were going to
get. "I'll take care of the kids, you just get him home," Chris told his
eldest brother holding baby Richard in his hands, who Wyatt had given him
before he came over to me.

Wyatt nodded in agreement. He knew that Chris was right that I shouldn't be
here right now. This was really going to take some time, and he knew I was
going to need him now more than ever.

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Wyatt had finally orbed us back to our house after struggling with me so
hard to leave. He then carried me over to the bed room and laid me down
gently in the bed seeing that I was still crying and I hadn't stopped ever
since I saw that he was gone. "Lay down okay, babe," he sighed. "I'm going
to check on the kids," Wyatt told me.  Wyatt didn't want to leave me alone
for too long so he only stepped outside of the bedroom and left the door
open a crack so he could hear me, and make sure that I was okay. Wyatt
dialed Chris' number to check on new born Richard Leo Halliwell and the
other kids, and found out that they were all okay, and on a better note,
Chris told Wyatt that future Patty had changed into her good form, so that
must mean they succeeded. Wyatt hung up the phone and went back in the
bedroom to see that I had stopped crying for a second. He saw that my body
was turned the opposite direction from his, so he couldn't see what I was
doing. Wyatt then crawled in the bed with me and got right up against me,
and saw that I was holding a picture of me and Daughtry. It was the same
picture that he was looking at today. "Evans," Wyatt whispered. Wyatt was
tired and he needed to get some sleep. Today had been a hard day, but he
couldn't. He had to watch me, because he knows I'm real vulnerable at times
like this.

"He's really gone isn't he," I whispered back at Wyatt as I began to cry
again. I wasn't just crying about Daughtry though. "Why do the elders take
so much from me," I cried. "My mom, my brother, Trevor, and now my best
friend," I continued crying so much.

Wyatt was doing the best he could to sooth me.  This was beginning to
really get to him. "Wanna talk about it," he asked. Wyatt has never lost
anyone that close to him, and was really having a hard time understanding
how I was dealing with it all, and trying to figure out what I needed and
what he had to do to take care of me the best he could.

"Thanks," I said to him.

"For what," Wyatt asked.

"For being there when I really needed you," I replied looking into Wyatt's
blue eyes. His eyes were so beautiful that I don't know why I haven't
noticed how nice they were until I was in a troubled time. Today was the
day that I finally realized just how important Wyatt is to me. I couldn't
be going through this alone. That's what makes this so hard. I usually have
Daughtry here to help me through times like this, but now that he's gone I
don't know.

"I always be there for you," he said to me softly. Wyatt pulled me into a
deep hug and held me tightly. He let his hands roam my back only to comfort
me because he knew that I needed to be held and comforted a lot right
now. Especially after losing someone so close to me.

After being held for awhile I pulled away from Wyatt and looked at him in
his eyes once again. I stared at him for a moment before I decided to push
my lips against his and pushed Wyatt down so that I was now on top of
him. I was letting lust take over my body.

"Chris..," Wyatt tried to say in between kisses, but I was too lost in the
kissing to even hear him, and started taking it to the next level and
unfastening the buttons on his shirt. "Chris...," Wyatt said seeing where
this was going and quickly grabbed my hand and stopped me from going any
further with it, but that didn't help. I only got more passionate by being
restrained and started to kiss him even harder and once he let go of my
hands I began unfastening his shirt all the way down until I finally
started on his pants, and thats when Wyatt quickly grabbed my hands and
stopped me from going any further with it. "Chris, we shouldn't be doing
this," Wyatt said.

"Why not," I asked trying to go for another kiss, but Wyatt held me back
with everything he could.

"No, Chris, not tonight," Wyatt shook his head.

"But don't you want me," I pleaded

"I do want you Chris, and I always will, but not like this," Wyatt pointed
out. "I don't want you when you in a bad state like this, Chris," Wyatt
went on. "You just lost your friend and now is not a good time for us to do
this."

"But I'm okay Wyatt," I told him.

"You're not going to be if you sleep with me tonight," Wyatt said trying to
be the bigger one in the picture since he knew that I wasn't in any state
to be making any decisions. "You need to grieve," Wyatt said.

"I have already grieved," I said firmly. "Now its time for me to let go and
go on with my life," I leaned in trying to kiss Wyatt, but he still held me
back. "Wyatt, what's wrong?"

"No, you're not done grieving and you know that, and you need to start
now...," Wyatt replied.

"Well what if I don't want to grieve," I shouted finally starting to let it
all out. "What I want is to wake up and see my best friend again, and now I
know that's not going to happen and its all because of me." I got off of
Wyatt and the bed and stood up. "Now he's gone and I don't have no one
anymore. I don't have anyone to talk to when things go wrong, I don't have
anyone to help me through all of my problems. All there is now is just
me..."

"No you're not," Wyatt responded and got off the bed. "You've got me, and
you will always have me," Wyatt said cupping my face in his hands. "I'll
never leave you Evans."

"This can't be happening, Wyatt," I began to cry again. "I just can't live
without him. Daughtry has been my best friend for a long time, and he's
helped me so much. He was the one who I knew I could go to at anytime. I
could call him at anytime and he would be there, even if it was 2:00am and
now he's gone and there's no one to help me."

"Chris, I know you don't believe that, because you know that I would help
you any way that you need me to," Wyatt whispered into my ear after he had
pulled me into a hug. "You can call on me anytime, even if its at 2:00,
3:00, or 4:00 and I will always be here for you, and I'm not going to leave
you no matter what. Talk to me, yell at me, do whatever you want, just get
it all out," Wyatt pleaded. Wyatt stood there keeping me close to him,
knowing that if I pulled away from him for one second I would start trying
to do things that I would regret, and he's not going to let that
happen. "Come on," he whispered. "Lets get some sleep..it'll feel better in
the morning."

I let Wyatt pull me back down onto the bed gently and I just laid there and
cried until I just couldn't cry anymore. After crying so much I just laid
there resting my head on Wyatt's chest in silence as Wyatt stroked the back
of my head gently, waiting for me to fall asleep, knowing that if he fell
asleep before I did, I would probably try to sneak out, and Wyatt wanted to
keep a closer eye on me now than ever. I really didn't want to go to
sleep. I didn't want to wake up and be told that Daughtry was gone. I
couldn't take it much longer, and my body had finally given in and I slowly
closed my eyes and went to sleep. When Wyatt saw that I had finally went to
sleep he closed his eyes and tightened his grip around me, so that I
couldn't get out of it before he woke up.

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[slipped away-Avril Lavigne playing in the background] The funeral was a
very sad time. There were so many people there that I couldn't believe they
all knew Daughtry. There were people from out high school, people who had
come all the way from New York and there was people from my family there,
because they all had come to accept Daughtry as part of the family since he
played such a big role in my life.

Na na, na, na, na, na , na I miss you so bad I don't forget you Oh it's so
sad

Things were going exactly the way they were in Chris's
premonition. Everything was exactly the same way as he said it would
be. Daughtry's coffin was white with tons of flowers on it just like my
mother's. I couldn't believe that they were all the same. Why did things
have to come to this. I can't believe I lost a friend. It hurts so bad,
because just looking at his coffin and seeing that it looked just like my
mother's was hurting my heart more than anything. I never felt this hurt
before in my entire life.

I hope you can hear me I remember it clearly

The day you slipped away Was the day I found It won't be the same Oh

I looked over to see things becoming more and more like Chris'
premonition. Piper was there with Leo comforting her. She was crying
thinking about how Daughtry has always been a member of the family. She can
only imagine the pain that I'm going through with the whole thing. It
always hurt Piper to come to funerals like this. Especially since the last
funeral like this that she can remember was her own sister's. The day she
had to become a big sister, and she was far from ready too, but it had to
happen.

Na na, na, na, na, na , na I didn't get around to kiss you Goodbye on the
hand I wish that I could see you again I know that I can

Next to Piper were the kids. They all looked sad. It was mainly because
they saw everyone around them was sad, and they did understand. Little did
they know that Daughtry was apart of their lives too, and I know I'm going
to be telling them stories when they grow up about how great he was. He was
Patty's godfather, and he was going to be Richard's.

I hope you can hear me I remember it clearly

The day you slipped away Was the day I found It won't be the same Oh

Wyatt was sitting there being the strongest one in the family. He was still
sad though. If Daughtry was alive right now, Wyatt would give him a big
apology for the way he's treated him, and thank him for always being there
for me when him and I would get into all those arguments. Wyatt wouldn't be
able to thank him enough if he could. The blond looked down and opened up
the program, and it was a picture of me, and Daughtry. It was that picture
that he had in his wallet. That was the only picture of him available.

I had my wake up Won't you wake up I keep asking why And I can't take it It
wasn't fake It happened, You passed by

I was nowhere to be found near my family. I was sitting on the front row,
where the family of Daughtry was to sit, and because he had no one alive, I
was basically his family. He was my brother. I just sat there with tears
coming down my face non stop.

Now you are gone, now you are gone There you go, there you go Somewhere I
can't bring you back Now you are gone, now you are gone There you go, there
you go, Somewhere your not coming back

The day you slipped away Was the day i found it won't be the same noo..
The day you slipped away Was the day that i found it won't be the same
oooh...

Na na, na na na, na na I miss you

This was really it. My best friend and brother was gone and out of my life
for good. He didn't deserve it. It should have been someone else. It should
have been me instead.

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I was now standing in the graveyard. The whole service was done and over it
and all there was left was for the coffin to be buried, but I was just
standing there looking at it, still above ground. The other coffins around
his were his families. There was even one for Bianca. They were all
gone. My second family who I knew would do anything for me.

I still just stood there. I didn't know how long I had been there, but I
wasn't alone. Wyatt and Chris were there with me. I walked over to the
coffin and placed a red rose on it. I knew I had to pull away from the
coffin, but if I did then it would all be over, and I just couldn't let go
of Daughtry. I know I should be getting over this, seeing as I have a
husband and kids who need me more than anything, but I just can't. I don't
know what to do anymore. Daughtry would though. He was the stronger of us
two.

"Come on Evans, its time to go," Wyatt said wrapping his arms around my
waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. "Its getting late, and I need to
get you home," Wyatt told me.

"I know," I whispered back to him. "Goodbye my buddy, and I hope we meet
again," I said before grabbing Wyatt's hand.

Wyatt led me back to his car along with Chris. He knew this was only one
step and that this wasn't over. There was still a lot more he was going to
have to help me through, but he's ready.

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When we got back to the house, Wyatt had taken me to the kitchen table and
made sure that I sat there while he tried to make me something to eat. It
was quiet since Chris has been the one taking care of the kids since he
knew that I wasn't in a good shape and he didn't want my sadness rubbing
off on them. Wyatt has been worried sick about me for the past few days. I
hadn't really been eating or sleeping much, which was really starting to
scare him.

Wyatt came and put a bowl of soup in front of me, and I just shoved it away
saying, "I'm not hungry, Wyatt. I don't want anything."

"Evans, you need to eat something, so please," Wyatt said pulling up a
chair next to me. "Just eat something for me, and it doesn't have to be the
whole bowl, but please come on." Wyatt just sat there and saw that I wasn't
budging making him sigh sadly.

"Well what do you want me to do Wyatt?" I asked a little upset. "Act like
nothing's happened? Act like everything is okay, and that nothing has
happened over the past few days? Well I'm sorry, but I just can't do that,
Wyatt." I looked away from him for awhile then looked right back at
him. "How would you feel if you lost your best friend? Do you have any idea
how hard it is for me," I stood up and started to pace the room. "You've
never lost anyone that important have you Wyatt? You don't know what its
like to lose the last person in your life who was always there for you," I
told him.

"Yes I do," Wyatt stood up. "Remember the day after our wedding when I had
nearly lost you," Wyatt pointed out. "I told you Chris, that you have me
and I'm always going to be here for you."

"Maybe I need someone more than you," I said with tears falling from my
eyes. "Maybe I need someone who actually loves me for who I am, and not
just because destiny says that it was meant to happen," I said out of
spite. I didn't even know how that even came out.

"What!" Wyatt shouted not believing what he had just heard. "I don't love
you because the destiny said so. I can't believe you would say that. If I
only loved you because of that then I wouldn't have stopped you from having
sex with me the other day." Wyatt saw in my eyes that I really didn't mean
what I said, and he knew he should stop yelling at me, because that wasn't
going to do any good right now. " Evans, I love you so much, and before I
met you, I never knew what love really was. I had been with so many girls,
you just wouldn't know how you've changed me. You're the first person and
the only person who I have truly loved and it hurts that you would think
that I only love you because destiny said it."

I was shocked by Wyatt's words. I couldn't believe he was telling me all of
this. I couldn't believe it. I didn't really know what to say. Wyatt was
pouring out his feelings for me and I was being a jerk. I knew that Wyatt
had always loved me for me, and I didn't need him telling me that. Wyatt
has helped me so much through this that I don't know where I'd be without
him. "I'm-"

"You don't have to say anything," he interrupted. "I just want you to know
that I love you and there's more between us then what destiny says there
is. You're everything to me Evans. My husband, the father of my kids, my
heart, my soul. I want to be there for you and protect you. Trust me I know
what it feels like to lose someone so close to you, because I almost lost
you, and that's a pain that I never want to feel neither would I want you
to feel. I love you so much," he said.

"I know, Wyatt," I replied. I then started to leave the kitchen. I had to
be alone for awhile.

"Where are you going," he asked worried.

"I'm just going to go get some sleep," I answered. He nodded and I went up
the stairs to our bed room and just stood there. I went over to the wall
where there was a picture of Daughtry hanging. I took the picture off of
the wall and looked at it for awhile, and next thing I knew I started to
have a premonition. I didn't know how. It must have been left over from the
baby.

Premonition...


I found myself in another room in our house. It was the room that Wyatt and
I had kept all the pictures of the family. Looking around I could see that
so many had been added. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There had
been so many pictures of Wyatt and I on shelves, and in the room. I looked
so happy though, like Daughtry's death hadn't effected me.

Looking around I caught sight of many pictures of me and Wyatt that had
already been in the past. There was one where Prue was still a baby, and it
was Christmas time, and Wyatt and I had both Patience and Ryan in our laps
helping them unwrap their presents while Chris was holding on to baby Prue
who was a little to young to try to unwrap anything.

There was another picture that Wyatt and I hadn't even taken yet. It was a
picture of me, Wyatt, and all of the kids in the park. It couldn't have
been too much longer after Richard was born, because he is still in a
stroller and I'm on the bench next to him, and Wyatt is on my other side
with his arm wrapped around me, and the kids are sitting in front of us on
the ground.

I saw one more picture of a beautiful little girl who was in my arms, while
I was lying in bed. It didn't take long for me to figure out that it was
little Penny who had just been born. She was a beautiful baby. Wyatt was
standing next to me as I was in the bed smiling. He had a doctor's outfit
on and everything. It kind of made him look sexy.

I couldn't look at anymore pictures. I knew they could effect the future
and I didn't want that to happen. I wanted it all to be a surprise for when
I get there myself, but the really question was, what did I come here
for. I know my powers wouldn't have brought me here unless it was for a
good reason.

I walked out of the room, and slowly tip toed around the house, until I
came into the living room, where I saw future me, Wyatt, and the kids. The
future me was sitting in the middle while all of the girls were sitting on
one side of me, and Wyatt and the boys were all sitting on the other. This
must be far into the future because Penny looks to be about fourteen right
now, meaning that all the kids are close to being grown ups. I looked and
saw that Patty was still good which made me smile.

"Do you guys remember who this is," future Evans said pointing to a picture
in the book, but I was not able to see it. I was too far away, and I wasn't
about to get in closer to let them see me.

"That's Uncle Daughtry," Richard said.

"Yeah," Future Evans nodded. He then looked up and saw me standing there
and grinned even more. I jumped seeing as he knows that I'm there. "Hey,
Wyatt, could you take over for me," he asked. "I've got to go do something
real fast, but I'll be right back," he said handing his husband the book.

"Sure thing, babe," Wyatt said giving him a little kiss before Evans got up
and headed towards me.

I was scared. The future me was coming straight towards me.  I can't
believe this. This isn't even the first time this has happened.

"Hello Chris," Future Evans said. "Its a little crowded in there so lets go
somewhere more private shall we," he said leading me back to the place
where I had first came in. "So, here we are again, as I knew we would be,"
he smiled more and more.

"Wait a minute," I said. "You knew that I was going to come to the future
again," I questioned and he nodded. "Why didn't you say anything about it,"
I asked.

"I told you before, I can't tell you everything," he replied. "I know that
you just lost Daughtry, and I know you don't believe it now, but everything
is going to be okay," he said confident. "Like I said, everything happens
for a reason, and there will be lives that are lost but you can't let them
take over your life. Things will look up."

"Oh yeah how can you be so sure," I muttered.

He was just about to say something, when I heard a glass break in the other
room. "Dad!" A girl shouted. I could immediately tell by the voice that it
was Patty. "Richard did it again," she said.

"Richard Leo Daughtry Halliwell!" Wyatt shouted.

The future me just broke out in laughter. You could tell that this was
something that goes on all the time, and he's probably so use to it that he
finds it pretty hilarious.

"Wait a minute, what did Wyatt just call Richard," I asked.

"That's his name," Evans nodded. "I know how you feel, and trust me,
because I found myself standing in the same place you were, but I promise
you that you will understand things soon enough," he smiled. "I've got to
go," he said. "I better go save our future son before Wyatt kills him, but
take care," he replied as he left the room.

I stood there and smiled until I had found myself back in the past.

End of Premonition.....

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The power of six was standing right before us all. It has come time for
them to all go home. They had accomplished their mission here and they knew
that they've fixed the future for the better and as much as they wanted to
stay, they all missed their families so much.

"Thank you guys for coming," I said hugging all of them in one big group
hug.

After I had hugged them Wyatt came over and hugged them all. "I feel very
lucky to have had children as beautiful as you," he said.

"We're all happy to have had parents like you," Ryan said speaking for all
of the kids.

"Take care of mom for me, dad," Patty said.

"I will, and you guys looked after your sister, and make sure she doesn't
get in any trouble," Wyatt told his sons.

"We will," Robert replied.

"Oh and one more thing guys," I said. "When you see Rolland and Patience,
make sure you give them a big hug for me," I pleaded.

"Why?" Prue smiled. "I'm sure you'll be able to do that yourself," Prue
said.

"Its time for us to go," Penny said. "But we'll see you in the future," she
told us.

"Bye mom and dad," Ricard said as the portal opened and they all went
though.

"Goodbye guys," Wyatt and I both said waving to them.

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I was sitting on the steps of the manor by myself just thinking about
everything that's happened within the past couple of weeks. Losing
Daughtry, seeing my future kids, and then watching them go back to the
past. Also seeing my other future self again, which wasn't something that I
had expected in so many years. Finding out that my youngest son has my best
friends middle name. I couldn't believe it. All this has made me realize
that so much can happen in so little time. Its all taught me how to
treasure my life and my time with everyone that I know.  I can't take it
for granted, because you never know how important someone is to you until
you lose them, and that included my mother. I might have lied to myself
when I said I was over her and my brother's death, but now I know that
they're in a better place and so is Daughtry. I know I can't see them, but
I know they are there. I'll always miss them, and I'm sure they miss me
too, but I will cherish our memories and the things that I have left from
them.

"Hello Christopher," A voice said interrupting my thoughts.

I turned around to see that it was the Angel of Death once again. I was
scared. Why was he here. Was he here to warn me again or was he here
because it was my time. Which ever one it is, I'm prepared for it. I know
that it is apart of life and I can't change destiny.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to take you or warn you about anything," he said
reading my thoughts. "I just came to tell you that you made the right
decision," he told me. "And I know it was hard for you to lose a best
friend."

"How did you know my name?" I asked.

"I was right there when you were born," he answered. "It wasn't too much
longer after you were born that it was your mother's time."

"I know that I might not ever understand the reason you took them, but I've
come to understand destiny and it was there's," I told him.

"I'm glad to see that you've learned that," he smiled and shimmered away
leaving me alone to my thoughts.

Next thing I knew, I heard the door to the manor opening and out was coming
Wyatt and Chris. Chris had Patty in his arms. I guess he was growing
attached to the little girl seeing as him and her were close in the future,
and he has been taking care of her for a good while. Both of them came and
sat next to me on the steps. Chris sat on one side of me while Wyatt sat on
the other.

"Hey," Wyatt smiled. "What are you doing out here," he questioned.

"Nothing," I said. "I was just thinking about how beautiful our future is
going to be," I truthfully told him.

"I'm not worried, because I know any future with you is going to be good,"
Wyatt said.

I smiled and kissed him passionately before all three of us stood up and
began walking back into the house. Once all of use were in I smiled once
more and waved my finger and shut the door.

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Many years before.......

The Halliwell manor seemed to be very quiet. That was until you went to the
famous Wyatt Halliwell room. All you could here from that room was moaning
coming from a girl. That wasn't a surprise that was something you could
always hear from his room, and it was a wonder that his parents never
caught him, since he always had a new girl just about every week, but Wyatt
was slick. He knew just how to pull these things off without his parents
know. The blond knew that if his parents found out how many girls he's
slept with they would put him on lock down, but that wouldn't stop him
though, but Wyatt that didn't mean the blond wanted to be on lock down.

After going at it with the girl for almost two hours, the twice blessed
collapsed and then pulled out of the girl and laid there panting with her
for awhile. Wyatt found having sex to be more of a workout than running in
football or anything else he does.

"That was just...wow," the girl said lost for words. This had been her
first time and it felt great. She couldn't believe it was with the famous
Wyatt Halliwell. He was very popular at their school, and for any girl to
date him was just an honor, but this girl hasn't just dated him. She's gone
all the way, but little did she know that's just what's gone on with all
the girls who have ever dated him.

"Yeah it was," Wyatt smiled. He then looked at his watch to see what time
it was. "You should probably get home, before your parents find out that
you're gone, and mine find out that you're here," he pointed out. "I'll see
you tomorrow at school," he said.

"Okay," the girl said giving Wyatt one last kiss and running out the door
with her clothes.

Once she was gone Wyatt pulled out his yearbook and turned to a page where
he had been keeping track. He then took a marker and put an X through the
girls face. "That will be every girl on the cheer leading squad," the blond
said to himself.

Chris then orbed into the room. It reeked of sex, and Chris should have
known before he orbed in that it was going to since that was all his
brother was about was sex.  "You know Wyatt, this is really starting to get
old," Chris said.

"Come on, don't be jealous," Wyatt said putting some boxers on. "You'll
start to get some too, soon enough."

"Yeah, well not with you going around screwing every girl before I even get
a chance," Chris said. Chris had always been the younger Halliwell at the
school. He's gone on dates with girls, but he's still a virgin. Why?
Because just about every girl he dates, Wyatt has screwed and Chris didn't
want to be stuck with Wyatt's leftovers.

"I'm sorry, but I happen to like my sex life so I'm sorry if its getting in
your way," Wyatt taunted.

"What's you secret," Chris asked.

"Easy, I just give the Halliwell charm, which is one thing that you lack,"
Wyatt said.

"Could you teach me how to charm girls like you do," Chris begged.

"So you want me to help you lose your virginity?"

"Yeah

"Who do you want, because little brother trust me I can any girl you want
to sleep with you so just tell me who it is," Wyatt asked.

The next day at school....

Wyatt and Chris were walking in the halls together like they always
did. Wyatt and Chris were laughing right now. A few minutes ago, Wyatt had
just dumped the girl he had screwed the night before. He knows it is cruel,
but he can't help it. He's a Halliwell and he does what he has to do to
sleep with the hottest chicks in the school.

"You know Wyatt, you are one evil bastard," Chris chuckled.

"I know, but what can I say," he laughed. Wyatt was too distracted to
notice that he wasn't watching where he was going and he all of a sudden
bumped into a guy, making the guy drop his books. At first the twice
blessed was furious. That boy should have been watching where he was going,
even if Wyatt wasn't. "Hey, watch it," Wyatt said, but when the boy got up,
Wyatt stood there motionless. The guy had dark hair, and was smiling at
him. He had never seen anyone so beautiful. Wyatt couldn't believe this. He
was having an attraction towards a guy.

"Oh I'm sorry," the guy replied. "I didn't mean to..."

"Its okay," Wyatt said helping the guy with his books.

"Thanks, and I guess I'll see you around," the guy said taking off before
Wyatt could even get his name.

A few hours later....

Wyatt was laying on a bed, having injured his leg. He couldn't believe he
got tackled that hard. Why did the defensive men have to be so rough
today. Wyatt just wishes that he saw it coming before he tried to go after
the whole touchdown. Wyatt really wanted to go back out on the field, but
right now the coach wasn't letting him.

"Come on coach let me play," Wyatt begged.

"Fine Halliwell, but not before you get bandaged up," he said. "Evans, get
over here and bandage Mr. Halliwell up," the coach said.

"Aw come on coach, I don't need anyone to bandage me up I'll be-," but
before the Halliwell could finish his sentence he saw a guy appear right
before him. It was that same guy he had bumped into earlier on today.

"Wow..um..hi," he said. "Looks like you and I keep running into each other
don't we," the guy smiled. "I guess since I'm a trainer we'll be seeing a
lot more of each other," the guy stated. "I'm Christopher Evans," he said
holding out his hand for Wyatt to shake. "And you are?"

"Wyatt Halliwell," he replied shaking his hand a little nervous.

Evans smiled and quickly bandaged up Wyatt's leg. "There, that should do it
Mr. Halliwell," Evans said. "So I guess I'll see you around," he smiled
walking over to someone else to help.

Wyatt did not know why he felt so attracted to this guy. He was just
perfect. Had the best smile, a beautiful body and everything. Wyatt hopes
that he will have a chance with this guy, and he won't blow it.




Whew this was my longest chapter ever, but because I took so long with it,
I decided to give you guys a little short story on how Chris E and Wyatt
met . Now do you see why it took so long and why it was so hard to
do. Again I would like to apologize for the time it took. Sorry, but did
you guys miss me. I hope I haven't lost my loyal readers because I took too
long.  There are other charmed stories on here though, so you don't have to
just read mine. I know please don't kill me for the whole thing with
Daughtry. Some of you guys knew this was coming. The next chapter shouldn't
take that long, but just because I decided not to leave you guys with an
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