Drake

"So, you're my brother?" Evan asks.

I sigh before rolling my eyes. "For the sixth time, yes. Apparently so."

The rapid-fire questions Evan has begun to pelt me with are taxing. My mind has not wrapped itself around the idea of Evan existing, let alone how he exists. The drive to my father's condo is filled with unanswered questions.

It is my hope Greg can shed light on the tidbits of this situation. I will take anything at this point. Though, I am unsure he would abandon his son for any reason. Maybe neglect, but not abandon.

I rush through the ridiculously extravagant lobby of Greg's condo and head directly for the elevator. Evan scurries into the elevator beside me. The ride up is quiet as I try to gather my thoughts. I glance over to him, noticing he is lost in thought as well.

This must be hard on him.

"So, my—our parents aren't dead?" Evan asks.

The question is painful and cathartic at the same time. I can give him good news and bad news. The truth is, even after all these years, I hate saying my mother is dead. Its the most hurtful thing I can think of right now.

"Our mom, Caly, died around the time you were born. Greg...he's alive. If recent events are to be taken into consideration, very alive. Kind of weirds me out, if I'm honest."

"What?"

I cough as I realize he has no clue what I am saying. I suggest he disregard the comment as the elevator dings on the nineteenth floor. We step off the elevator to the white walls and the ceramic floor nearly blinds me. The expensive paintings and decorative pieces remind me of how extravagant my father's taste is.

Evan regards the hallway with wonder as we arrive at the door. A raucous laughter inside prevents me from knocking on the door. Evan asks why I hesitate. The kid just found out his father is alive, his mother is dead, and his adopted mother lied to him. He does not need to know his father is getting laid.

After a word affirmation, I knock on the door. The laughter dies as footsteps stop just behind the door. The locks on the door are loud as they are disengaged. The door swings open as my brother, Caleb, opens the door.

Caleb's tall frame moves quicker than I can think, pulling me into a bear hug. His umber skin and dense corkscrew coils remind me of how much I miss him. The glee on his face makes his huge eyes even larger.

As usual, he is wearing a brown sweater and pair of black slacks. He shares a taste for properly expensive things with our father.

Greg appears behind Caleb with a smile. His eyes spot Evan right away. It takes seconds before Greg is at the same level of spooked as I am. He interrupts our hug and tells all of us to come into the room.

Caleb is confused but does as he is instructed. The condo is much like everything else in the building: too expensive for its own good. The white ceramics floors and metallic surfaces are enough to make me feel I am in a hospital. Hints of gray find this dwelling fittingly.

Being a temporary situation, Greg has not furnished the apartment. The paintings and blasé decorations came with the condo. The gray sofa and glass end table are the least conspicuous of the furnishing. I find the hot tub on the terrace to be disturbing.

I might be kind of jealous.

Caleb finally realizes Evan is with me and makes a joke about him being young for me. Neither of us responds to him. This initiates some reaction in his head I am still not clear on.

"You can't be serious! Is he even eighteen?! You—"

"Caleb," Greg interrupts. "He is clearly Phinn's son from the future."

Evan and I exchange perplexed expressions. Caleb looks between us before a skeptical sigh comes from his mouth.

"So...he's not mixed? I thought he'd look more like a Halliwell." Caleb says.

"The Chris guy?" Evan asks.

"You're not a Halliwell, are you?" Caleb asks.

"He's a Summers. And he's not my son." I say.

Caleb looks to Greg before taking a deep breath. "Okay, well, if he's not your son and he's a Summers...is he mine?"

"No! Can you stop talking for a second? Listen to me, his name is Evan Nelson. He is not from the future. He is from now and he is sixteen." I say. "Meaning, he was born sixteen years ago."

"That's—that's not possible!" Greg says. "What are you saying?"

"Well, that's what I am here to ask you, dad."

Caleb is confounded. "Wait! Hold on! You're saying this kid—"

"Evan." Evan hisses.

"Is our brother? The son of Greg and Caly Summers?" Caleb asks. "Are you high?"

"He's not high. Are you high?" Evan asks.

His reaction mirrors Caleb's in an unnerving way. Greg's eyes have not come down from his forehead since he put the pieces together. Caleb and Evan notice as well. Greg turns away from us, his hand over his mouth.

"Dad. Is there any possibility of this being true?" I ask.

Greg is silent. His confusion is overpowering. The power hits me hard enough to stagger me. Caleb blurts Greg's name and he looks over his shoulder to us.

"It's true, isn't it? You're my dad, aren't you?" Evan asks.

"Dad?" Caleb asks.

"I don't know, alright! Christ!" Greg shouts.

"How is that possible? Mom would have been pregnant when she died." Caleb says.

"When we went dark, there was a ritual to transfer the disease to a demon. It's old magick. It was risky. It was unsuccessful...unless it worked in another way." Greg says.

"You're saying a ritual you and mom did to remove the cancer removed her pregnancy? Transferred it to a demon and the demon raised him?" Caleb asks angrily.

"My mom?" Evan asks. "No, she wouldn't—she didn't do that."

"Our family is powerful, going back centuries. To our first ancestors." Greg says. "Having someone on our bloodline would give them incredible power."

"Okay, wait, hold the fucking phone! You did a ritual to extract cancer from mom and it transferred her pregnancy. Did she know she was pregnant?" I ask.

"No. We would never have done something like that if we knew."

"I don't know, sounds like your M.O." Caleb snaps. "You tried to turn Drake evil."

"I'm not apologizing for that anymore. Not to Drake and not to you." Greg argues.

"What about to me?" Evan asks painfully.

The question silences the warring men as well as myself. The full weight has landed on Evan. I do not need to read him to know.

I sigh. "Demons are after him, Greg. We need to figure out what's going on so we can stop the demons."

"I'm Greg again?" Greg asks. "Fine. Can I talk to him alone? I have so many questions."

Evan nods to me to signal he is alright with it. I tell them Caleb and I will be outside in the hallway. Caleb, stunned, follows me as we exit the condo. The moment we enter the hallway, Caleb begins pacing the floor. A well-dressed blond couple passes us as they head around the corner. They regard us with curiosity.

"Maybe the hallway isn't the best place." Caleb says. "I don't want to end up on the news tomorrow."

I chuckle. "Not to worry. Just make sure you have your phone handy."

"When did that become a thing? This world seems like a joke." Caleb says. "I almost forget until people look at me like that."

"Yeah, or explaining what a trap house is."

"Wyatt or Chris?" He asks.

"Chris."

"Okay, help me out, are you with Wyatt or Chris?" I scoff at him and he smirks. "I still contend there's more between you two."

"There has and never will be anything more than friendship between us. He's like my brother. A little less annoying." I say. "And how do you know I'm dating anyone?"

"Dad says you dumped Tristan and now you're living with Chris and Wyatt. I'll refrain from making a joke about that." He says.

"Please and thank you."

"The whole Tristan thing was a no-brainer. Hated the guy in high school. He was more tolerable lately but I really wanted to punch him for past indiscretions."

"He made out with your girlfriend. In high school. I think you can show a little forgiveness." I say. "Besides, she made out with a few people."

"Not the point."

"Fine. Wyatt and I are relationshipping." I say. "Not a word but we agreed that we're in a monogamous relationship. I think."

"You know, I had a conversation with a few colleagues about people who talk like you. They think only fictional characters and psychopaths talk like you." Caleb smiles. "I agreed."

Caleb's joke sends a much needed pulse of amusement through my body. The laugh is genuine and needed. It is cut short by the sounds of fighting. Caleb and I rush back in to find Greg unconscious and Evan gone.