Slowly it's getting serious

Step by step the used plates disappeared. Chris didn't notice it because he had his chin on the palm of his hand and looked into the blue. His thoughts were racing around the attack at the manor. It annoyed him that Wyatt was hurt. That should never happen.

"Stop thinking so much. You already healed me." Wyatt reassured who was sitting on the other side of the table and was staring at said thing. Chris looked at him. "It should not occur again." He planned. His big brother shook his head. "A fight with the Charmed Ones without getting hurt is impossible. But as long one can heal the other, it's okay."

He run his hand over his face and rubbed his eyes tiredly. Even the heir of Arthur needed some sleep. "Are you tired?" he wanted to know from his beloved brother. He nodded. "A little bit." "In the neighbor cave stands a bed. Let's go to sleep. Rested it's easier for us to vanquish our family."

They went to said cave. Chris smiled weakly when he saw the big bed.

"Did you conjure it here?"

Wyatt nodded briefly. "Si."

The twenty-three-year old let himself fall on the right side of the bed. Shoes, trousers and shirt were orbed of his body. His dear brother flicked his tongue reproachful.

"Personal gain, personal gain."

"And? Should it disturb me somehow?"

"No."

Wyatt discarded his clothes too and was just wearing boxer shorts and now lay next to Chris. Different as his brother directly under the grey blanket. Silently both lay next to each other. As long as Chris took the word:

"Even if I healed you it annoys you that she attacked and hurt you?" "Oh yes. You can't imagine how much." "You wanna pay her back?" "No I want us to pay her back." Chris tried a small smile. "Thanks, bro." "For what?" "For taking me here." "No need to say thanks."

Now Chris was slipping under the covers, turning onto his side and snuggling into the black pillows and the black sheets. It took some time but then the brothers fell into a dreamless sleep.

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So far Wyatt had lain on his back, the right arm bent next to the pillow. Now he was turning to the right and stretching his arm out. Apparently with too much energy because right away it collided with his brother's face who was awakened and murmured unwillingly. Vigorously he shoved the disturbing hand away. Which means he shoved the hand back with such force that the Twice Blessed was almost thrown out of bed. Now complete awake the older one sat up and glared down at his little brother. Who was opening one eye.

"Don't look at me that way. You slapped me."

Against his sake Wyatt had to smile. He wasn't able to be mad at Chris. Not after he healed him without a word yesterday. But that was significant for their relationship. Sometimes they fight and then – and that was most of the times – they get along with each other and were glad to spend her time with each other. One of the reasons why Wyatt took Chris into the path.

"Did you recognize Mum is thinking you kidnapped little Chris and turned him into me?" He rethought his sentence. "Did that make sense?" The older one had to laugh. "Yes, it did…somehow." For the "somehow" he got a friendly slap against the chest. Then Chris opened his second eye, sat up and straighten pleasurable.

"Now tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"If you recognized it?"

"Yes, I recognized it. And I recognized Dad didn't try to convince me. Seems he get to know what I was trying to say in the attic."

"You should be happy about it. I could have puked when Phoebe started with her theory."

"Shouldn't you be relieved that our family cares so much about you and wants to save you from Evil?"

Annoyed the younger one tilted his head. "Funny, really funny, Mattie." He just called Wyatt that when they had one of their special brother moments where they surfed on the same wave and felt as connected as there was an inseparable bond between their hearts.

"You're welcome, Chrissie." Briefly he rumpled his little brother's hair (something he answered with an irritated hiss) before he rose.

"What's now?" Chris wanted to know, who run his fingers through his hair and tried to bring back in shape what Wyatt dared to mess up. With this he had to fight since he stopped wearing his hair short and let it grown so now it was as long as to the time his aunt Phoebe was turned into a genie.

"I wanted to put on my clothes. Is that allowed?" Wyatt acted abjectly. "No, it's not. Not until you tell me what we do now."

Wyatt spread his arms. "Surely you have a suggestion. Spill it. Me being older don't mean I have to do everything alone."

Chris stood up and in front of the Twice Blessed. "These two years don't tip the balance when it comes to the world domination. And now move, you're standing on my jeans." A bit rude he shoved his beloved brother aside and put on his jeans. "And yes, I have a plan. We should scan the underworld and compile a troop. I mean, of course we first need to vanquish the sisters but some demons can't hurt."

Thoughtfully the twenty-five-year-old nodded." "Yes, good idea. Let's rough up the underworld. With whom do we start?" "With the Scabies. I have a score to settle with them."

The dark face Chris made was hiding of his shirt he pulled over his head. When he was finished with dressing up, he became aware of his brother who sat on the bed and tied up his shoes. "Are you coming" "What? I'm ready." "No your half-finished." The half-elder corrected his brother who was wearing shoes and trousers but displaying an exposed upper body. Okay, the view wasn't that bad (Wyatt wasn't training for nothing), but he wanna go and kick some demon asses.

And finally Piper's oldest pulled his black shirt over his head. Then he stepped up to his brother and pushed up whose chin. "Don't be so impatient. We won't be too late." Almost tender he stroked a strand of hair from his brother's face. It showed wished effect: The brunette smiled peaceable. "You know the Halliwell temper. The only good thing from them by the way." "True that." "Okay, let's go."

Feigned offended Wyatt folded his arms. "Keep it up and you can go alone." "Ok, ok, now move."

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"Can somebody tell me how that could happen?" Piper yelled and slammed the Book of Shadows shut. Since the "visit" of her sons she did nothing else than to turn it upside down and find out how Wyatt succeed in turning his brother. It wasn't that there were no explanations but Piper liked none of them. Now Leo tried once again to explain his wife as gentle as possible what happened:

"I know it's hard for you, for us, but there are many ways Wyatt could have succeeded. Indeed I think the most possible way is that he either transformed the little Chris into the adult Chris or just kidnapped the baby and took his Chris from his future."

Yet before Piper was able to answer, Phoebe intervened. "But wouldn't that mean Chris is evil in the future?" She put her hand in the pockets of her jeans.

Leo shook his head. "Not necessarily. It's complicated. If the evil Wyatt used a spell to take Chris from the future and helped himself with black magic for this spell, the twenty-three-year-old Chris is conjured but with totally reversed value system. It should be added that Wyatt's transformation from good to evil took a long time. Therefore the future is changed and everything muddled."

Paige groaned. "Are there any headache pills with this explanation?" "Like I said, it's complicated." "Yeah, but that absolutely…" "Unimaginable!" Piper yelled. "It's unimaginable I'm losing my sons to the side of Evil. What kind of mother am I? No, it doesn't matter what I have to do but I will stop them!"

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"ACID!" Chris stretched out his hand and got through his telekinetic orbing a Scabies- Demon a shower of his own saliva. With wrinkled nose he looked down on the gurgling puddle which was the leftovers of the demon. "Gross!" Wyatt snorted. "Little princess."

"Pfft. Bite me with your little princess."

"You do need to have the final say, don't you?"

"I don't need to have it. I always have it. I can't help it."

"Obvious. Which demon now?"

"Hm, I don't care. We can orb around in the underworld without an aim and see who we meet."

"As long we don't meet the sisters, I don't mind."

Chris shrugged and orbed out of the now empty cave.

And directly in the hideout of two Dog-Demons. Chubby human bodies with dogs-like grimaces that were mauling a wizard.

"Now, now, now, not very good table manners." Chris shook his head reprovingly. The demons tore their heads up and grunted at him. Anger flashed up in their little eyes. Nobody disturbed them while eating.

When the twenty-three-year old stepped forward, the male rose up and pulled his flews up in a threatening way. Saliva ran along his flews. "Oh, is the doggy angry? No nice guy, no nice guy." There was one thing Chris was very good at and that was to make fun of his opponents. One of the reasons Wyatt attended him on this tour through the Underworld.

A growl of the demon startled him. That didn't sound nice and even when he was inferior to them; it means to be on the guard. Even the littlest dog can bite.

"So, the doggy wants to play? Yeah? Yeah?" Chris' eyes sparkled gleeful. "Let us play then!" he moved his hand and let the wizard explode. "You should pay attention to your nutrition. Gross what you're eating."

With a growl the second Dog-Demon jumped forward and bared his teeth. With three leaps, which reminded more of a frog than of a man's best friend, he swooped down on Chris. Who orbed away with a bored yawn and reformed in another corner of the cave. "What for a cur are you? You can't even catch me? Come on; show me what you've got!"

He only avoided anew leap instead of orbing away. What turned out to be a bad idea because even the demon was not able to catch him, he got the saliva what he quit with a disgusted look on his face and heavy shake of his slavered arm. Wyatt got his jollies.

"Don't you wanna help me?"

"Why? You wanted to play. So play."

Chris wasn't able to answer him because one of the demons yanked him backwards and the second bend over him. Wyatt narrowed his eyes. That won't do. You don't look there for once and the beasts developed teamwork? No way. He stretched his arm and released one of his energy waves. If that was able to destroy the whole attic, it would wipe these guys from the face of earth.

Chris, who saw that coming, tore his arms up and dissolved in dark lights but stayed on his spot. Destroyed demon rained down on the ground of the cave. Slowly Chris reformed again and stood up.

"If you do that again, tell me before." he demanded.

"Why are you so upset?"

"I don't feel like taking a bath in demon, okay?"

"Ok, I will announce it before next time. Attention, attention, you're going to get vanquished. Everybody who is afraid of getting dirty, orb away."

"You…AH!"

Chris was getting hit on the shoulder by something and fell to the ground.

"Chris!"

Wyatt let his eyes wander over his little brother and checked him in injuries. Nothing to see so he could attend to the intruders.

He turned to the group of demons who shimmered into the cave. One of them put away his boomerang like weapon with which he leveled at Chris. Everyone dressed in shabby linen and leather clothes. A brawny guy with skinhead, who seemed to be their leader, grinned and exposed three crooked teeth. "You are the troublemaker. We hunt you high and low."

The brothers looked at each other. "Troublemaker? We?" they asked coincident.

"The ones who vanquish everyone and everything. The Underworld isn't that big, everything gains currency very fast here." "Well, that's a way to think about the Underworld." Chris murmured based on the explanation of their opposite. Wyatt crossed his arms. "And what do you want?" "Define the boundary. We are the new power. And we don't like it that you vanquish whoever you want. With Vicus leading the way."

Now it made sense to Wyatt. "Oh, I understand. Well, we're truly sorry about your BFF Vicus but that was caused by the Charmed Ones. Not by us."

"But you had something to do with it. Our resources identified you and our resources never lie." A female demon with black curls, she piled up on her head in a strange way, interfered.

"Our resources don't seem to be very accurate nor did they tell you who we are?" Chris' voice had a very sweet tone which was never a good sign. He was short before losing patience."

"It doesn't matter who you are. You not gonna be any longer." The guy with his boomerang cackled and fiddled with his weapon. Threatening Chris raised his hand. "Stop it. If you attack me with this again I will roast your ass in hell."

"Chris, don't be so rude. First introduce us to them and then you can roast him or his body parts wherever you want."

The brunette acted like he was embarrassed. "Sorry, my manners. So, we're the Halliwell-Brothers. Wyatt and Chris, allow me?"

The demons laughed. "Ok, when we checked last time the Halliwell-Brothers still needed diapers. But it's cute that even little witches have dreams."

Wyatt raised an eyebrow and looked at Chris. "Are they making fun of us?"

From the group you could hear "Oh, look at me, I'm Wyatt Halliwell, I give you hell.""

Chris nodded. "Yo, they are." "Then…"

He concentrated. "Excalibur!" And the magic sword appeared in his hand in a white blazing light. Almost immediately the demons went silent. To act as if fair enough, but only one was able to conjure the sword. "Oh my god, they are really the Halliwell-Brothers. The Twice Blessed and his brother." One of the demons, who was silent til then, stuttered.

"Chris, the name. Just for you to know who vanquishes you."

"Ok, it goes like this: You either join us or help us to take over the reign or I ram you the sword that deep into your ass that your ancestors feel it."

Biding the Twice Blessed looked at the crowd. "So?" He shouted after a short time of silence. That seems to awake the leader and whenever he got the sheer foolishness but he shook his head.

"No. We do I on our own. You wouldn't be the first witches we kill. And we totally and not join you. Attack!"

The brother changed a glare. Were these demons really that stupid? Well, that would be interesting.

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Panting Chris leant against Wyatt. "Well, I have to say, it's pity they live up to their principles. They were good fighters." He gasped. Wyatt had to pant too. Even the witches with the best training ran out of breath after a hard fight. "Yes, but the question is if such dumb asses would have availed us." He looked over the battle field which still steamed on some spots. Chris rose up again. "I'm bathed in sweat. I need a shower."

"You will have no luck in the Underworld. And you can forget to go up. Possibly we meet the sisters or whoever."

Chris thought about it. Where were they able to get flowing water without dying or perish on disgust. Then he had an idea.

"Paige conjured Mister Right. And Mister Wrong without knowing. He rebuilded the Manor in the Underworld so that she feels comfortable and stays with him. There is a bathroom with a efficient shower for sure."

With a frown Wyatt watched his baby brother. "How do you know all of that?" "I just know it. Come on, let's look if it's still there. But I warn you; it could be that we meet some Trixen."

"What in the world are Trixen?"

"Demonatrix. Female demons that kill other demons instead of innocents. All dressed in leather and blonde."

The older one thought for a moment.

"Blonde chicks in leather? Why not?"

Chris rolled his eyes. "Debauchee."

"Says the man who is totally into blonde."

"Let's get a shower. Or I'm taking a shower and you do something with the Trixen I don't wanna know."

They orbed out of the cave and landed in Paige's bedroom. For a moment believing they turned in the wrong direction at the third light, Wyatt turned around. "Wow, a clone of…" "THE SHOWER!" Chris had left the room and really found the promising bathroom. As his brother appeared in the doorframe, he turned on the water. "If you believe it or not, the water flows and it's warm." Wyatt smiled. "Then have fun in the shower." He said and turned around.

He guided his steps back in his aunt's bedroom and opened some doors of the wardrobe. When he saw the selection of tops, high heels, skirts and blouses words failed him. His aunt had a very – how should he put it in a nice way? – colorful style but that was nothing for him. So he just used his projection and the clothes turned into manlier clothes which fit to him and Chris.

Then it was the room's turn. Even when it was the remake of the Manor, they don't have to drown in flowers and such. Everything female disappeared and was replaced by mainly black elements. The bed turned into a double bed with ebony frame and wine red sheets.

"A interior designer would be jealous of you."

Wyatt turned around. Chris was standing in front of him with wet hair and only in grey boxers. "How fast are you taking a shower?" The younger one shrugged his shoulders. "I never took long showers." He rubbed his hair dry with a towel. "But it benefits." "Yeah, I think I gonna take one too."

The Twice Blessed walked away and Chris sat down on the bed. Scowling he looked at the still opened wardrobe. His old clothes were scattered on the floor in the bathroom and he was sure Wyatt's would land there too. But he needed new clothes and the ones Wyatt created matched more Wyatt's style than his. And it was made to measure his brother's body and Chris was- he has to admit that – not as muscular as his beloved brother.

So he stared at the clothes and asked himself why he can't have the power of projection. Sure, he was able to influence people mentally but yet a power like his brother's was more practical.

Wyatt who took a very quick shower, came back just with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"What's up with you?" He asked his little brother who was still sitting on the bed and nibbled at his bottom lip.

"I need new clothes." The younger explained and walked to the mirror. If he wasn't able to project new things, he was able to conjure some. In his mind he murmured a spell and immediately he was dressed in tight black jeans, a dark green shirt with grey sleeves and his beloved leather jacket before the mirror. His feet sticking in motorcycle boots.

Wyatt had to shake his head. "You and your leather jacket. But it looks good on you."

"Thanks."

"Why did you conjure something? You could have taken some clothes from the wardrobe."

"These are your clothes."

"And?"

"They are not my style. Besides…"

"Besides what?"

Chris took a passing view of his brother's naked upper body. The former football player was able to sport some nice look, something Chris (and not only he) noticed occasionally.

"Besides they don't fit me. You are taller and have more muscles."

"You can conjure everything and that is your problem?"

"Not anymore."

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