Drake

After confirming Greg is okay, I called Chris to relay what happened with my family. Caleb offered to stay with Greg in case the demon returns. Chris orbed in shortly after, announcing we need to pick up Wyatt before heading back to the Manor to meet with Melinda.

Chris' questions rival Evan's, though Chris knows me well enough to know when to stop. It seems like forever before we materialize in the dark. Chris steels away his question as we climb out of the closet.

The hospital, Bay General Hospital, is one of the most well-respected hospitals in San Francisco. So, seeing Wyatt's face on a poster the moment we exit makes me smile. His dream was to fall in the footsteps of his father. Leo must be exceedingly proud of his son.

Though, Chris and Melinda are not too shabby.

Chris stops in front of me and I bump into him, grumbling about it. Chris and I stumble upon a distraught Jonathan leaning on an empty gurney against the wall.

Chris looks over his shoulder and I nod for him to go ahead. He looks between Jon and I once more before he jogs down the hall past the nurse's station. Clementine watches Chris, tilting her head slightly to check him out as he goes.

Jonathan's normally jovial brown eyes scrutinize me, as if he is trying to hide his disgust and be diplomatic. "Hey, Drake."

"Hey Jon. You okay?"

Jonathan scoffs. "That's a serious question?"

The comment catches me off guard. Jonathan has always been overly cheerful, bordering on naive. He seems less enthused by my presence than last time.

Leading to the confirmation that Wyatt has finally spoken with him about us.

"So, you and Wyatt are a thing. It must have been pretty weird walking in on us, huh?"

Another off-kilter comment. I walked in on a surprise Wyatt had for me, that was interrupted by Jonathan. Jonathan may be naive enough to believe the romance was for him, but the energy rolling off him is toxic.

"Yeah, until I realized it was for me. Did you just try to shake me?" I ask.

"Must have been really funny watching me throw myself at him, knowing he was in love with you."

"No, it wasn't funny."

"But you're almost family, right? You go away, break his heart and come back to win him over. He dropped everything and ran to you like a puppy. Tell me, what is it about you that makes him so whipped?" Jonathan asks. "If you hurt him, I'll—"

"My patience is running out. I draw the line at threats."

"It's not a threat yet. Despite this, Wyatt is a good guy. And if you're screwing around on him," He looks behind me at the closet Chris and I exited from before he looks back at me. "I'll expose you."

"Again with threats?"

"I'll do one better, I'll kick your ass." Jonathan says. "And then I'll find out what you're hiding and make sure Wyatt and the whole world knows."

The deepest, darkest part of me writhes with discomfort. The idea of my wayward years making their way back to Wyatt is horrifying. It produces the desired effect in me.

"Careful, Jon. You keep threatening me and you will absolutely not have to search for something in my past to make me look bad. I'll give you a show."

"Hey!" Wyatt says.

Wyatt steps between Jon and I, prompting me to remind myself where I am. Chris is watching off to the side with the same look of surprise as Wyatt and Jonathan. Jonathan appeals to Wyatt about what a psychopath I am before he storms away, leaving me with the Halliwells.

Wyatt reaches out to me with a gentle smile, and I chuckle as I grab his hand. The feeling of disintegrating overcomes me as the next time I open my eyes, we are in the Manor.

I separate from Wyatt and head to stand beside Melinda at the book. She begins asking questions, not getting a response. It becomes clear to her something is off as she asks why everyone is so quiet.

Chris walks to a small round table covered with a map. "You know how Wyatt and Tristan were fighting over Drake? Well, a new triangle has been born."

"It's not a triangle." Wyatt says. "I told Jon I couldn't see him again because I am in love with Drake."

"Wait, what? You two are together again? Seriously? It's about time." Melinda smiles. "Wait, the two of them ran into each other? After you had the talk? Oh...I miss everything!"

"And Drake was about to throw down." Chris says.

Melinda stares at me. "You were going to physically fight Jon for Wyatt?" She asks.

"No! I was going to fight him because he threatened me."

"With what?" Melinda asks. "You could probably diffuse him with your mind alone."

Wyatt folds his arms over his stomach. "Yeah, Drake, what was he going to do to you?" He asks.

"Can we get back to my little brother, please? A demon has him. For God knows what reason." I say. "Kinda pressing."

"We'll revisit it later." Wyatt says.

"Promise?" I smile.

"Okay, don't hate me, but there are a lot of unknowns here. How do you have a brother? Where has he been? Isn't it just a little too convenient that he appeared now?" Melinda asks.

"You know as much as I do right now, to be honest."

The thought has occurred to me, just like it has to everyone else, that this is a trap of epic proportions. A new little brother appearing out of nowhere just when the newly cemented Source reveals himself and I become the Whitelighter (of sorts) to the new incarnation of the Charmed Ones.

I would be a fool to ignore all of that, but the kid, Evan, is real. He is flesh and blood and I must save him.

A swirling red vortex opens before Caleb and an off-balance Greg appear from it. Wyatt strides over to Greg and holds his hand over Greg's head, healing him completely.

Greg thanks Wyatt before frantically explaining what happened in the condo after Caleb and I stepped outside. He confesses a demon did not attack him, rather it was Evan. The two had been talking and Evan's anger spiked during their conversation. Evan, as Greg says, short-circuited before he attacked Greg and left with Thalzamor.

The news is troubling. The Halliwells' faces are indicative of how I feel. This was a trap from the beginning. Whoever took Evan placed him in position until the time was right.

But this does not seem like it is about the Halliwells. This seems like an attack on my family.

"He's brainwashed by whatever monster took him!" Greg blurts.

"By who?" Caleb asks.

"That's obvious." Chris says. "The Source is finally making a play. But at what? If Evan really is your brother, the Source has been planning this for some time."

"What do you mean if he "really is your brother," Chris?" Greg asks. "OF course he is."

"But how do you know, Mr. Summers." Melinda asks.

"I just do." Greg argues.

Wyatt sighs. "But how do you know?" He asks.

"He looks just like us." Caleb says.

"Any spell can do that." Chris argues.

"I can feel it in my bones." Greg says.

"No disrespect, but any spell can simulate that, too." Chris says.

"You've never been a parent, so you don't understand." Greg says, looking to me. "Phinn, help us out here. He's your brother. You need to find him."

The urgency and terror in Greg's voice, my father's voice, is heartbreaking. The rarity of the tone in his voice pushes me to action. I nod to him, telling him I will bring him home.

Chris sighs. "Drake, listen, you know we'll help you but something isn't—"

"It's okay. If you guys think this is too risky or you disagree, it's okay. I get it. I'm not 100% sold on my new sleeper-soldier brother." I say. "I can go."

"There's no way I'm letting you go alone." Wyatt says.

"None of us will. We're off to save your wayward brother, I guess." Melinda says.

A relief washes over me as the Halliwells gather beside me. Melinda grabs my left hand as Wyatt grabs my right hand. Greg mouths "thank you" as we disappear in a burst of orbs.