A/N- I know! It's another update! gasps faints

Bet no one thought I'd update this fic, right? Well, I am. No work to be done and an hour free, so I thought I'd spend the time writing more to the story. Hopefully you will enjoy this chapter.

I'm planning to make this one the final instalment. However, I have another chapter idea to wrap things up regarding the Chris and Bianca storyline. If enough people request me to write that too, I will do so. Because I love you all! Although, with exams coming up, I may not have time to write it just yet.

Wyatt sat down on the top of the Golden Gate Bridge, leaning on one of the supporting beams. He turned his head and pressed his cheek against the cold metal, allowing it to bring some relief to his overheated face.

The sudden burst of iciness to his skin sent a jolt through his system, but it did not serve to wake him from his pain. The shock from what his family had told him was only just beginning to settle in.

I was evil. He thought to himself, Chris nearly died because of me.

He could not get the image out of his mind. His little brother bleeding to death on their parents' bed... it was not something he wanted to think about, much less the idea that he was the reason that Chris had been in that position.

He wrung his hands absently- something he always did when he was anxious- and then studied his fingers as they moved on their own accord. His habits were part of his overall instinct. Something he would never be able to gain full control over.

Like his destiny. What if being a force of evil was his destiny? What if Chris had only managed to delay the inevitable? Was there evil festering inside of him just waiting to get out?

As the thoughts streamed through his mind, he found himself feeling anger building up inside of him. His family- his parents, his brother, even his aunts- had been lying to him his whole life. Why had they not just told him about Gideon?

Wyatt thought back to his childhood and teenage years and started to understand why his mother was always so skittish when he had made jokes about turning evil or whenever he attempted to cast a spell for personal gain. His father would always be slightly wary whenever Wyatt held Excalibur, and always kept his distance when he was practicing sword-play. Wyatt always found that strange as his father was a whitelighter and therefore wouldn't be hurt by the sword. Not permanently, anyway. It all made sense now. They were worried that he was being corrupted and that he was turning evil without them realising.

He saw a faint blue light reflecting off his skin and he looked up to find a swirl of orbs in front of him. He sighed when he saw the orbs take on the form of Chris. He didn't think he would be able to handle talking to him right now. Although it seemed that he didn't have much of a choice.

"How did you find me here?" Wyatt said without looking up, "I shielded myself so that no one could track me."

"Are you kidding?" Chris replied, smiling slightly, "I know you Wyatt. You always come up here when you need to think. So does Dad, and Paige. This is pretty much a Halliwell hangout."

"Aunt." Wyatt muttered, still looking at his hands.

"Sorry?" Chris asked as he walked closer to his older brother.

"It's Aunt Paige. You called her Paige." Wyatt knew it was a trivial thing to point out, but it reminded Wyatt of where Chris had just come from. He hated that.

"Oh." Chris responded, running his left hand through his light brown hair. "Yeah, it's a force of habit."

Wyatt remained silent, so Chris decided that he would need to be the one that did the talking. He sat down opposite his brother,

"Wyatt, I…"

"What?" Wyatt's head snapped up. "You're sorry? What the hell are you sorry for? I'm the reason you risked your life. I'm the one who was so hideously evil that my baby brother had to go back in time and fix it." In his rage, Wyatt threw back his right hand and whacked it against the metal of the bridge. He drew it back and started to rub the sore spot.

"Ouch. Damn it!" There was a stretch of silence as Chris watched his brother rub his newly acquired bruise aggressively. Not because it hurt, but because it gave Wyatt something else to focus on instead of his emotional anguish.

"Look, I know you're mad at me. And Mom and Dad." Chris started, "But you-"

"I'm not mad at you guys." Wyatt corrected him, "I'm mad at myself. I have prided myself in not being corrupted by my powers. I thought that I had inherited our family's strength."

"You have." Chris assured him, "We both have."

"Then why did I turn evil?" Wyatt snapped again, not actually intending for his brother to answer him. However, he knew that Chris was going to try.

"You are the most powerful force of magic since the Charmed Ones." Chris began his explanation despite feeling his inferiority complex rising to the surface, "There isn't a demon in the world who didn't want you out of the way. And since they can't kill you, they'd want to make you an ally."

"But it wasn't a demon that did it."

"It was an Elder, I know." Chris said. He was silent for a moment, and Wyatt sensed that he was trying to block his near-death-experience from his mind. "But to be betrayed by someone who was meant to protect you at such a young age. You were bound to lose faith. Especially when it took Mom and Dad so long to find you."

"I could have been stronger." Wyatt mumbled, not wanting to let go of his central point.

"When you were a baby?" Chris stopped short before he said something harsh, and decided to take a different tactic, "At least this time around you didn't turn evil. That proves that it wasn't meant to be."

"What makes you think that?" Wyatt demanded, although he knew now that he was just being stubborn. Halliwell family trait.

"Because I managed to change the future, that's why." Chris replied, "If you were destined to become evil, you would be evil now."

Wyatt sighed, realising that his brother had a point and that he really had no reason to be so stubborn. He looked at Chris and a moment of understanding passed between them. Chris grinned, knowing that he had managed to win his brother over. A sense of elation welled up inside of him. He had risked his life and the ones he loved and it had all been worth it: he'd saved the future.

Without any further words, the Halliwell brothers orbed home.