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Chris awoke in Wyatt's arms. The blond smiled, "Mom says breakfast is ready." his voice was soft even though there was no need for it to be.

"Hmm." Chris nuzzled Wyatt's chest, "Better be some damn good breakfast for me to leave this."

"Pancakes. Bacon. Toast. The whole ten yards," Wyatt replied, his fingers brushing through Chris's thick hair, "And my mom is a trained chef."

"I've eaten your mom's food before, you don't need to persuade me to eat her food, trust me." Chris chuckled before pushing himself up to a seated position, "How are you feeling? Lightheaded? Tired?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Wyatt said, smirking, "Come on before my mom comes up here and drags us down."

Chris nodded and slowly stood, his hand pressed to his still tender wound. It would be a few weeks before it was completely healed. He could hear the rest of the family chatting as he and Wyatt made their way down the stairs, their hands intertwined. "There's the sleeping beauties!" Paige greeted, a large smile on her face.

"Sorry." Wyatt chuckled, "The bed was just really comfortable."

"I'm sure it was," Paige's smile turned lecherous.

"Aunt Paige!" Wyatt's cheeks turned a faint pink as he slid into the seat, "Can we just eat?"

"I agree with my son," Piper said, adding a small glare at her youngest sister who was still laughing, "I don't really want to know what he and his boyfriend get up to."

"How you feeling, Chris?" Phoebe inquired, "I know Wyatt couldn't heal you completely."

"It's still tender," Chris answered with a small shrug, "Will be for a while."

"Why couldn't Wyatt heal you?" Payton asked, her large brown eyes peering upward at Chris from her seat beside him.

"Because I'm half-demon, Wyatt's healing power doesn't completely work on me," Chris explained to the young girl, "He can only heal me partially until he gets too tired or my body won't simply allow it anymore."

"B-But Wy is the most powerful witch ever!" Payton argued.

Chris laughed, "And that's probably the only reason he's able to heal me at all."

"I didn't think that your dual heritage would factor into something like that." Phoebe mused.

"Orbing also isn't as fun as a half-demon," Chris added, "and apparently shimmering isn't fun for half-whitelighters."

Wyatt shook his head, "Feels weird."

"It's because Whitelighters are of good magics while shimmering is from bad magics. The two don't meld well." Leo explained, "It's like that will all things. I have a feeling that if Chris took Phoebe or Piper, since their magics colloratlate on the good side, it would feel unnatural to them as well."

"Never shimmered with a full blood witch before, well, besides my mom and she never told me how it felt." Chris responded, shrugging.

"Where is your mommy?" Payton asked.

"She passed away a while back," Chris answered softly, "When I was a young boy."

"Oh. I'm sorry." Payton frowned, "What about your daddy?"

"He's gone as well."

Payton's eyes grew wide, 'So you're all alone?!"

"Well, I have Wyatt don't I?"

"But you have no parents! Who will make you soup when you're sick? Or who will cuddle you when you have a bad dream?"

Wyatt wrapped his arm around Chris's shoulder and peered down at his young cousin, "I just I'll just have to do that stuff, huh Pay?"

Chris shook his head, rolling his eyes, "Just don't expect me to call you daddy." he whispered so only Wyatt could hear.

"Only in the bedroom," Wyatt responded before pressing his lips to Chris's cheek, "Now eat."

An hour later, everyone moved from the dining room to the living room. The younger children were playing with their toys while the older teens and adults were spread out across the furniture. "Now, what are we going to do?" Piper started, "Alix's attack is probably the first of many."

"I'm sure other covens have already reported above average demon attacks," Chris added, "The Underworld is probably already starting to fall into chaos."

"But why would they come topside?" Melinda asked.

"The strongest demon will become the new Source. With Alix's death, my father's bloodline ends with me as I refuse to sit on the throne, a new blood has to take over. But in order to do that, they have to prove their power. My great-grandfather did it with a massacre of forty witches."

"So, they come up here to prove their power." Samantha frowned.

Chris nodded. "Demonic population has fallen dramatically. There's simply not enough demons to go around slaughtering. If they did that, the Source would have no one to reign over."

"How long do you give us until its a constant thing?" Paige asked.

"Two, three weeks top. The news probably hasn't reached the further parts of the Underworld yet."

"The kids should stay home," Piper decided, "And we need to stock up on potions."

"Crystals would also help." Paige added.

"Chris is going to be a prime target," Wyatt said, his blue eyes shifting to his boyfriend, "Eradicate the whole bloodline so it can't come back."

Chris sighed, his hand pushing through his hair in frustration, "And by me being here, I'm putting your whole family in jeopardy."

"We would be a target regardless if you were here or not." Wyatt stated heated, "Don't pin any of this on you."

"But-"

"No," Piper clapped her hands together, "This is the reality of the situation. We're going to be under attack. Phoebe, Paige start brainstorming what potions we should start brewing. Leo, Wyatt, start digging through the attic, find all the protection gems that we have. Chris, you will write down everything you know about the demons that will probably be attacking us. Coop, do you mind going around to the other coven members and warning them? Henry, can you watch the kids and listen to the police scanner, see if anything weird comes up?" Piper sighed, "This is the time that our strength will be tested; but, like always, our strength comes from the strength of our bond as a family. We will get through this. We'll just have to take this one day at a time. Now, let's get going. We don't have forever."

Slowly, each member of the Halliwell family stood and walked out of the living room, ready to start their tasks leaving only Chris on the couch. A long, deep exhale left him as he leaned back, his hands smoothing over his face.

What has he done?