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Fathers and Sons
Prologue
Chris let his body go limp as he crashed onto the lumpy couch in P3's back room. Exhaustion seeped through his limbs and heavy eyelids fluttered shut, despite the noisy sounds coming from the club. The music was so loud and his weariness so profound that he failed to notice the blond-haired woman that shimmered in.
"Chris."
The raspy moan roused him immediately. Chris rolled off the bed and stood — to find a woman he had never expected.
"Lynn?" he said, eyes wide.
She was in bad-shape, slashes across her face and arms, a burn on her leg and a stomach wound that was bleeding rather heavily. She held a bundle of wrapped blankets in her arms that was splashed with her blood. The lined face was creased with pain.
"Chris." Her voice was even weaker than before and her knees buckled.
He hurriedly caught her and eased her path to the ground, cradling the woman as if she were his own mother.
"Leo!" he cried desperately. "Leo, please!"
"Chris," the woman whispered, eyes half closed. "Take him." The blankets in her arms squirmed and Chris could now see the little face of a baby. "Matthew," Lynn's breathing grew shallow and the young man had to wrap an arm around hers to keep the baby from falling. "Matthew Victor Halliwell."
"Lynn—"
"Take him," she murmured before her eyes shut and a heavy breath rattled out of her chest. It didn't rise again.
"No, Lynn! No please! Lynn!" Chris cried, clutching her body tighter to him. "Leo! Dammit, Leo!"
The young man felt the swirl of orbs as the man coalesced in front of him, but at that moment, Lynn's body faded away. Chris barely had the sense to secure his hold on the now fussing baby, as without Lynn's body, the infant fell.
"What is it, Chris?" Leo asked, impatience leaking into his tone until he saw the bloody bundle. "Oh god—"
He knelt next to them and held a hand over the baby to start healing but found that there was nothing to heal. "Chris, the baby's fine," Leo said quietly, putting a hand on the prone man's shoulder. "What's going on? Where did you get this baby? Who is he?"
Chris looked silently at the squalling baby who, up until Lynn's death, had been asleep. He readjusted his grip on the infant and rocked him slowly, soothing the baby enough to open his eyes. His bright green eyes.
"Chris?" Leo prompted carefully, sensing that something major was going on with him.
"I—" he started. Chris cleared his throat and looked at Leo with all the fear, bewilderment and helplessness he was feeling. "He's my son."
A/N: Hello! I know this is short, but I figured I'd see what kind of response I get before posting more. I'm sorry to those of you who were expecting more Merlin or Harry Potter! I've been bouncing around doing all sorts of stuff for the last month and a half, and things have been crazy. This is just a little something I was working on before school ended and figured I'd post it for any interested parties. I'm going to try and work on It Only Takes a Drop of Blood next, and my plan is to hopefully finish Chapter 9 soon. I'm slowly getting a rhythm to life in California again, so we'll see if that makes life more conducive to the writing process.
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