Falling back on his bed he realized his brother wasn't coming anytime soon. He couldn't blame him. Staring at the ceiling he wondered what he was supposed to do now? Write his own spell to get his powers back? That wasn't going to work. It would backfire at him so fast before he knew what hit him.

“What?” he heard suddenly. Raising his head he saw his brother standing against the door. “You called?” Wyatt said annoyed.

“Yes I did…” Sitting up Chris stared at him. He did came so it must have meant something last night.

“Don't get your hopes up. Mom sorta told me to look out for you so I can't ignore your calls.” Wyatt replied to him like he had read his mind.

Chris frowned it made perfect sense why his brother had showed up. He was just doing their mother a favor. “We have to talk.”

“We do? About what? What you have ‘seen' last night?” Wyatt folded his arms and kept staring at his younger brother not sure if Chris had lost his mind over this.

“Come on Wy just listen to what I have to say. If you still think it's stupid afterwards, that I'm a mental case or something I will leave you alone.” Chris pleaded.

Sighing Wyatt walked further into the room towards the couch standing against the wall, opposite of the bed. “Ok spill your beans peanut.” Wyatt agreed grumbling. Sitting down he watched his brother.

He followed his brother with his eyes and Chris shifted along with his body so he could see his brother on the couch. Wyatt stared at him. “Well…” He urged Chris. Chris took a deep breath and started.

“I went to bed last night and somehow Patricia woke me up in the middle of the night telling me that she wasn't dead. That she was captured at that day we went to vanquish that demon. Like I said earlier to you I don't know who or what but she told me to get you and find her. I know this sound weird but she was really hear she stumped me and my shoulder really hurt and somehow grandpa's neighbor, who is actually more then his neighbor if you ask me, knew about us and she told me that you were the only one who could help me.” Chris stopped talking and looked at his brother.

Wyatt sat back rubbing his chin he looked at his brother. “Chris what do you want me to say? Help you with what?”

“Get me my powers back would be a nice start…” Chris mumbled sitting a bit further on the bed. Hearing his brother sigh he looked at him.

“Chris you know what mom said you can't get them back until you're fine.” Wyatt replied.

“And when's that? Till they decide that it's ok to have me back? That they can look at me without thinking that I was the one who took Patricia away from them?” Chris said raising his voice with a tone of anger in it.

“Chris come on that's not fair, neither for you or mom and dad.” Wyatt stood up, walking over to the bed. “I'm sorry little bro but I can't help you. You're eating yourself up with guilt and seeing Patricia in your dreams is proving that.”

“Don't give me that crap Wyatt, I saw Patricia.” Chris said in a low growl. Why was it that they never believed him. “So you're not going to help me?” He saw Wyatt shaking his head. “Fine, say hi to mom for me.” Chris stood up from the bed and walked out of the room, hearing the orbs of his brother leaving the room.

“I'll get my powers back on my own.” He mumbled walking down the stairs. “I'm a witch, I still can cast spells.”

“Chris what are you going to do?” Victor yelled from the kitchen.

“Out! I need fresh air!” Chris yelled back, grabbing his jacket on his way to the door. “Be back soon!” ‘or not' he added thinking.

Walking around the house he made his way over to the shed. Looking around he opened up the door and got inside. Checking some cabinets he found some paper and a pencil. ‘I can do this.' He sighed, scribbling down a few words he smiled. This was going to be easy and he would bring back Patricia to all of them. Staring at the piece of paper he closed his eyes briefly. He knew that this would cause his mother more pain but he had to do it, he had to. Opening them again he stared at the paper and started to recite the words.

“Powers of the witch rise,
course unseen across the skies,
come to me who call you near,
come to me and settle here.”

White orbs started to emerge above him and when they settled down in hem he smiled. He had his powers back. “Testing time.” He looked around and another smile came on his face. “Basketball.” The ball disappeared and appeared in blue and white orbs in his hand. Waving his hand he used his telekinesis to send the ball back to it's place. “Ok so that works.”

Taking another piece of paper he wrote a little note for his grandfather, just to explain what was going on. He loved his family and he didn't want to make them worry about him. Orbing it to a place in the house his grandfather would find it, he hoped they wouldn't be to pissed. “Locket.” The locket appeared in his hand and he shoved it in his jeans. “Time to leave.”

Glancing through the window towards the house he sighed once more, he didn't like doing this to his grandfather but he had no choice. He orbed out, away from his grandfather, away from his family and god knows where he would end up.
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“Psst Zoë, wake up.” Chris stood next to a bed with a sleeping girl in it. “Mmm to early.” Zoë turned around again covering herself with the blankets she was lying under. “Come on Zo I need your help.” Crawling on the bed he shook her somewhat roughly. “What? Leave me alone it's to early…” Zoë waved her hand backwards to push the person on the bed away. Moving away not knowing that she was near the edge of the bed.

“Zoë!” Chris said a bit louder now. Turning around to fast she fell out of bed with a loud crash. Chris made his way over to the bed. “Ok I'm up.” He heard her mumbling from down the floor. “Do you even know what time it is?” She said looking up at him.

“Yeah it is 9 am.” He said frowning when he saw her face.

“Guess again.” She pointed at her alarm clock and Chris turned his head. “Ow 6 am, time difference right. Sorry” He said with a sheepish grin. Seeing her giving him another look he scratched his head and sat back on the bed. “I was with my grandfather, he lives far up north from Toronto.”

Zoë sat up leaning against the bed. “What's going on Chris? I get this vague note from you and now you're sitting here on my bed.” Turning her head she stared at him.

“I know, I know and I'm sorry but there was no time to come over and say where I was going and stuff. They stripped my powers you know. Didn't had the luxury of orbing anymore.”

“but you do now?” She shifted so she could look at him better.

“Yeah I casted a spell to get them back.” Suddenly they heard someone knocking on the front door. Chris looked spooked at Zoë. “If that's anybody from my family please don't tell them I'm here. I'll explain later.” Chris pleaded with her. Zoë stood up and sighed, grabbing her robe she walked to her bedroom door. “You can hide in the closet in case they don't believe me and want to do a search or something.”

Chris grimaced but she did make a point, he hid in the closet. He could hear Zoë opening up the front door.

“Do you know how late it is Wyatt?” Zoë said to the person at the door. She yawned to prove that it was way to early.

“Yeah I know sorry. Chris is missing, wondering if he might be here or left you a note or something.” Wyatt replied.

“Nope haven't heard from Chris in a while.”

“Come on Zoë you're one of his closest friends, his only friend for that matter, and he didn't leave a message or something?” Wyatt said a little annoyed.

“Yeah I'm sure Wyatt. Whatever is going on he'll come back you know, when he's ready. I'll let you know if he shows up.”

Hearing Wyatt mumble something he couldn't hear anymore, he sighed when the front door got closed again.

“You can come out, he's gone.”

Chris opened the closet door and practically fell out when he tripped over a pair of shoes. “Thank you.” He mumbled.

“So are you going to tell me what this is all about or do I have to guess?” Zoë sat down on the bed, leaning forward to get the blankets back on the bed. Chris sat down on the chair across the bed and he gave her a slight smile. “No you don't have to guess. It's about Patricia.”

“Chris…” Zoë started but when she saw his face she knew that she had to hear him out.

“To make a long story short, I know she's alive but nobody wants to believe me.” He looked down at his feet.

“But how do you know she's alive? Did she contact you or something?” Zoë moved closer to the end of her bed, staring at Chris.

“Sort of. She came to me in some sort of parallel dream world thingy I think.” Chris looked up, if he only could make her believe him. So she could help him, he needed help. He couldn't do this on his own.

“I believe you Chris and you should know that you're never alone with these things.” She gave him a smile, she had picked up his thoughts accidentally.

“Are you reading my mind again?” he asked laughing softly. Seeing her nod he sighed. He couldn't keep a thing secret even if he wanted too. “So is it ok if I crash here for a few days?”

Zoë smiled hearing his question. “Sure, stay as long as you like. Plenty of room, sort of.” Letting out a snicker. “Now if you don't mind I want to sleep for at least 2 more hours, go entertain yourself in the living room or something.” She waved him away again and she crawled back underneath the covers. Chris grinned and walked out of the room into the living room, closing the door behind him.

Dropping himself on the couch he turned the tv on. Setting the sound almost on mute he sat back, making himself a bit more comfortable. Staring at the tube for a few seconds he felt his eyes becoming heavier and heavier. Trying to stay awake he shifted a bit but even in that spot his eyes were telling him to go to sleep. Finally giving in he fell asleep on the couch.

“Chris, you sleepy head wake up.”

Moaning he opened up his eyes, seeing Zoë sitting in front of him on the coffee table. “You slept quite some time. It's 11 am.” Chris stretched himself out and glanced at the clock.

“Yeah I did.” He rubbed his eyes and stared at Zoë who handed him a mug of coffee over. Gladly taking it he took a sip.

“So where do you want to start?” She asked him, standing up and walking back to the kitchen.

“I don't know maybe the place where she was taken.” Chris said softly, taking another sip from his coffee.

“That's a good idea maybe we can find some clues there.” Zoë answered back.

“We? Since when are you in with this?” Chris asked curious but seeing her look he wished he hadn't said that to her. “I'm sorry, shouldn't have said that. I know she meant a lot to you too.” Chris lowered his eyes and stared at his mug. “I just don't want anybody to get hurt because of me.”

Feeling a soft hand on his shoulder he looked up, staring into Zoë's eyes. “It's ok Chris, I can understand but you don't have to do this alone. I'm helping you if you like it or not.” She flashed him a smile and walked away again.

He knew that she wasn't going to back down and he was actually glad. He was tired on being alone on this one. Being alone with everything.

Zoë looked at him from the kitchen and she shook her head. He was so alone and confused she really didn't understand why his brother wouldn't help him on this one. She was going to help Chris no matter what. “So you ready?” she said to him.

“Yeah I am. Come I'll orb us over.” Standing up he took her hand and orbed them to the last place he thought he would never come again, the cave his sister died or went missing as it seemed now.