A Brothers Journey
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed. I don't own any of the characters.. blah blah blah
A/N: I really hope that you like this story! There's lots of mysteries that will need to be uncovered in this story. And don't worry I haven't given up on my other story yet, but I just had to get this one out.
Summary: Chris is in his senior year of high school and Wyatt's in his first year of college. Struggles emerge. Set in the changed future.
"Wyatt..." Chris whined into his cell phone in a child like voice. Chris had borrowed Wyatt's car in order to go to school. It was Chris' senior year in high school and Wyatt's first year of college. However since Chris took the car, Wyatt was unable to get to college for his morning classes and let's just say that Wyatt is pissed!
"Christopher Perry Halliwell". Wyatt's voice screamed over the phone. Chris winced and his friends stared. Chris was currently in the middle of lunch. Chris glared at them as if to say 'what?'. Wyatt continued. "What did I say to you just last night. That is my car! Just you wait until you get home. I'm gonna kick your sorry ass into the next millennium". Chris' eyes widened slightly in fear as he realized just how pissed Wyatt really his. Chris's friends also showed similar signs of fear; Wyatt's reputation certainly precedes itself.
"Wyatt come on. You were going to skip those classes anyways! Besides it was only this once..." Chris tried to calm down his brother before he attracted the entire schools attention. His friends winced sympathetically as Wyatt's voice rose.
"ONLY THE FIRST TIME! CHRIS THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK! I AM SOOOO TELLING MOM AND DAD!" Wyatt shouted with rage. Chris blushed at the threat as his friends snickered, but he couldn't help the fear that clenched at his heart. Dealing with Wyatt would be scary enough, but his mom and dad too... Chris walked away from the table and into the boys bathroom were he could talk more freely. He could hear Wyatt's heavy breathing on the other end of the line and grimaced to himself.
"Wyatt look, I'm really, really sorry. Please don't tell mom and dad. I can't stand the thought of them being disappointed in me." Chris's voice had lowered with shame. His parents certainly seemed to be disappointed in him a lot lately. "Please". Chris added desperately. He hated when his parents were angry with him. They yelled and screamed alright, but the disappointment that clearly showed in their eyes ever time ripped Chris to pieces. Wyatt knew how he felt about this and Chris knew that Wyatt would cave no matter how angry he is. It worked because Chris could hear the low, almost inaudible sigh from Wyatt.
"Chris you're my brother and you know that I love you, but what's gotten into you lately? You just haven't been yourself." Wyatt said with obvious disappointment in his voice. Chris frowned deeply and sighed sadly.
"I don't know. I'm just... trying to enjoy myself after.. what happened". Chris answered so quietly that Wyatt could barely hear him. Wyatt sighed again. He knew that her death had been hard on Chris, but he just didn't know how to deal with Chris's new attitude. Wyatt sighed again. "Can't you just come up with some sort of punishment so we don't have to tell anyone". Chris pleaded with Wyatt. This had always been how it was with the two brothers. If Chris or Wyatt did something wrong then the other would promise not to tell, but the only way to much sure neither of them felt guilty and spilled the beans, was to come up with something. Usually nothing big, but there have been a few times were they were so guilty they went to their parents. Noticing the dejected tone of Chris's voice Wyatt decided that this wasn't one of those times. Wyatt sighed again and Chris started pacing anxiously, hoping that Wyatt would agree. Chris had been a little sensitive ever since.. the accident.
"Ya, I guess so." Wyatt said although he didn't sound too thrilled about it. Chris breathed a sigh of relief and smiled thankfully. "Listen I've got to go, but I'll think up something while you're at school OK?" Wyatt said gently.
"Alright. Thanks man! I owe you one." Chris said, his voice showing his obvious relief. Wyatt shook his head slightly and continued.
"BUT" Wyatt began in a stern voice. Chris grimaced once more. "If you ever take my car again I wont just tell mom and dad, I'll pound you". With that the line went dead and Chris hung up his cell and pocketed it. He was pretty sure that Wyatt was just kidding. Although there was that one time when... Chris shivered with anxiety not wanting to think about that and hoping that it wont happen again. Chris smiled at the escape once more and walked back over to his friends.
"How'd it go?" Joden asked cautiously. Chris had been pretty moody the last couple of months. Chris flashed a smile at him and answered happily.
"He's not telling my parents. He'll probably make me do his chores for a week or something". Chris looked across the table at Andrea and saw her shaking her head with a small smile on her face. "What?" He asked her with genuine confusion on his face. She grinned at him.
"You and your brother are sooo weird. I don't see how you guys get away with keeping each other in check without your parents finding out". Andrea said with something that resembled jealousy in her voice. Andrea is an only child and had always envied the close relationship Chris had with Wyatt. Chris just grinned cheekily at her. Chris's other friend, James, was also shaking his head.
"I wish that my brother was that cool. The second I do something he goes straight to my parents." James said with envy in his voice as well. James's had a brother thats four years younger then him.
"How do you know he'll just make you do his chores?" Andrea asked with a grin on her face. "What if he makes you do something gross like clean the bathroom or something?" She asked with a snicker. Chris smirked at her as Joden voiced his disgust.
"Dang girl. That's nasty. And some of us are trying to eat". He added as he took a huge bite of his sandwich, causing Andrea to stick her tongue out, then look away in disgust. Jessica, Chris's other friend, watched the debate and rolled her eyes before changing the subject.
"Where's your girlfriend Chris". She asked in teasing tones. Everyone stared at Chris and raised their eyebrows, waiting for an answer. Chris blushed before mumbling.
"She's not in school today". Suddenly the bell that signaled the end of lunch signaled and Chris grabbed his stuff, happy to have an escape.
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Wyatt hung up his cell phone and sighed. He closed his eyes with exhaustion and leaned against the counter. He was at the manor, were he still stayed. Piper was at P3 and Leo was at Magic School teaching a class on potions. D.J. (the half-manticore from season six) was standing next to him and had been flinching sympathetically for Chris as Wyatt got madder and madder. Once Wyatt hung up D.J. asked "What happened?" in a curious voice. In seconds Wyatt had gone from pissed to over-protective-big-brother. Wyatt ran a hand through his hair before answering.
"He made me promise not to tell, again. And I told him that I'd come up with something." Wyatt said with tiredness in his voice. This is so not his day. Sure he could've orbed to college, but Chris was right when he said that he was going to skip those classes anyways... Still Chris shouldn't have stealed the car, again. D.J. blew out a breath in sympathy for his friend. Every since the accident Chris had Wyatt wrapped around his finger.
"What are you doing to do?" D.J. asked quietly; a somber mood had fallen over them at the thought of the accident. Wyatt shrugged and threw his hands up exhaustedly. He really had no idea.
"I don't know Dee. Listen why don't you go to the movies with out me. I'm going to chill here for a bit." Wyatt told his friend tierdly. D.J. looked startled. It's not like Wyatt to give up a chance to see horror films with hot chicks in them.
"Are you sure? It might do you some good to get out of the house and get your mind off of things." He said pointedly, obviously hinting that the things meant 'Chris'. Wyatt just looked away.
"Ya, I'm sure. I gotta come up with a chore or something for him to do anyways." Wyatt said with frustration. Why did Chris always have to put him in these positions? D.J. eyed him for a moment as though wondering whether he should stay with him or not before finally deciding that he should give his friend some space. "Call me later, dude." He said as he walked out the kitchen.
"I will." Wyatt called after him quickly. He then jumped onto the counter and sat there for a moment with his head in his hands. He loved the bond that he and Chris shared, he really does, but sometimes it just made things really hard. He could tell that Chris is still really upset after what happened, but this new attitude is going to get him killed. Wyatt shook his head in aggravation, not sure of what to do. How in the world is he supposed to get through to him when he's so freakin' stubborn. It's impossible. Wyatt groaned with frustration and closed his eyes wearily. He's not Chris' dad and when they were kids they usually just told the other to do their chores for however long. Now however, things are different. Wyatt bit his bottom lip. He really wanted to tell his parents and have them deal with Chris, not that he didn't love him, Wyatt just didn't know how to get through to him. But Wyatt can't betray Chris's trust like that. He'd just have to think of something himself.
Wyatt looked around the kitchen as though looking for inspiration when suddenly he was surrounded by red orbs. Wyatt didn't seem to notice however, but his expression grew darker and darker. Once the red lights cleared away Wyatt looked exceedingly pissed. Wyatt growled with fury and whispered Chris's name with such venom, that if Chris had been there he would've fainted. Wyatt stormed out of the kitchen and up the stairs muttering threats under his breath. Once he left the kitchen a demon un-cloaked himself and shimmered out, looking positively over-joyed.
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The demon shimmered into the underworld were one of his demonic assistants were waiting for him.
"Did you infect him, Zelar?" The demon asked with excitement. After all it was his idea in the first place and if it worked then he planned to stab Zelar in the back and take the position as the source for himself. Zelar looked at him with hostility and the demon instantly realized his mistake. He quickly swept into a bow and said "No disrespect meant sir" very quickly. Zelar seemed pleased and began pacing, hardly able to control his own excitement.
"Yes, I did. You should have seen it. The anger that I was able to produce in him was astounding. He was furious at Chris." Zelar said with glee in his voice. The demon smiled at the floor and wanted to jump with joy.
"Do you think he'll really screw up badly enough though. I mean they have a very strong connection and Chris might realize somethings wrong." The demon said quietly. Zelar quickly stood him up and growled at him.
"Are you questioning me, Drath?" He asked in a dangerously quiet voice. Drath almost passed out with fear, but he managed to answer.
"No, sir. Not at all." He mumbled with fear. Zelar shoved him to the ground and answered as he paced.
"It will work. Wyatt will get so mad that he'll say somethings that they both know is how he really feels, he might even throw a punch, and poor little Christopher will get his feelings hurt and never trust his brother again. Then once their bond is broken we can make our strike because they'll be at their most vulnerable." Zelar said with glee. This plan could not be more perfect. "How much longer until the brat gets back from school?" He asked Drath harshly.
"About an hour left sir." Drath said in a trembling voice. Zelar smiled to himself, seemingly pleased with how well he could intimidate Drath, but Drath's voice had merely shaken out of excitement.
"And so we wait". Zelar said. He walked over to a seeing pool and waved his hand over it. The pool glowed for a minuet before the image settled on Chris talking to some of his friends during class. The demons watched the scene hungrily, waiting...