Author note: These is a remake of a previous fanfic I made. Don't have to read it to understand this one. P.S. I don't own Charmed in anyway. P.S.S. Enjoy
Chris sat on the cold ground. He feels weak from using so much magic this past week. Nothing is left in him. He is sure what is left is a shell. It is pathetic that a sixteen years old boy felt like a ninety year old man. His eyes felt heavy, so he slowly closes them. The rustling of feet cause him to jerk forward. His chest shutters in pain. No chance of survival when this someone attacks him. In seconds, there is no attack like he suspect. His weary eyes shifted to the noisy steps. He seems to sigh in relief when he saw who it is. It is Willow.
Willow stares shock at his unmoved body. "Chris," she calls to him. He couldn't call or reply back. She ran to his side looking happy, but concern, as well. "I finally found you. You were nowhere when I woke up." Her blood stain hand brushes his bangs away from his face. "Please say something."
Chris strains his throat but no words could escape. He tries again until coughs takes over. After the violent coughs, he stares at her with apologetic look. Using his little strength to pat her head. Then using the back of his hand to whip away her tears.
"Fuck! I shouldn't have done that. I knew the consequences, yet I did it. This is all my fault." She has her eyes fix on Chris's expression. "Don't tell me it's not. I'm the one that did this to you." Willow hides her cry face into her hands.
Chris processes some words through the pain. "Both... Dead... Anyway." Willow's puffy eyes returns to to his tired face. "Over... You... Leave."
"No fucking way. You're coming with me. Don't argue with me." Her stern face imply the discussion is made. Wyatt or he could never argue against her. "It's a miracle you are alive after I possessed you. If only I had a whitelighter, this would be easy." she realized what she said when the boy downcast his eyes. "Don't worry, Chris. I will figure it out."
Chris awakes in the back room in P3. The coldness in his veins refuses to go away. He has to remind his body he can move. His brain controlling his hand to run through his dark hair. He swings his legs off the couch. He can move, but it feels like a foreign concept. He was sixteen when that happen. His attention changed quickly when he heard Piper's voice.
Chris orbs to the manor. When he gets there, Piper is in the living room. She has finished putting on her jacket and purse. She obviously heard Chris because she turns to face him. He stood closer to the threshold by the stairs. Chris felt strange seeing a friendly smile. Even stranger it's directed at him.
"You called?" Chris cross his arms over his chest.
"Yes I did. I have a busy day. I couldn't get anyone to watch Wyatt..."
Chris interrupts her. "No I'm not a babysitter."
Piper just ignores him as she leaves. "Thank you, Chris. You're the best."
Once she is gone, he hears the crying of baby Wyatt. He leaves for the sun room to the play pin. He hesitantly picks him up. Chris holds him close to his chest. He looks to the reddish face. The thought of why he come to the future surface. How did he lose his big brother?
Chris has a softness to his voice. "What's wrong, bro?"
The first thing he checks is the diaper. He sighs in relief. He knew Wyatt was just fed. Then Chris starts rocking the baby in his arms. The baby calms down a bit. It didn't take long for him to sleep. Chris leans forward to put Wyatt back in the playpen. However, the little one had a steel grip on his shirt.
"Dude, not helping." Chris whispers.
He didn't want to risk it. His brother is sound asleep on his shoulder. Chris will just have to deal. He softly steps to the couch by the stairs. He leans back and rest his head on the arm rest. Wyatt sleeping easy on his chest. Easy enough that Chris felt the up and down of his breathing. It is calming for Chris because he too fell asleep.