Typically This Wouldn't Happen
By: RavenHeart101
Disclaimer- I own nothing.
Summery- 18-year-old Wyatt Halliwell has a new charge… a three-year-old Chris Perry.
Warnings- This may be slash (m/m pairing) if I fast forward into Chris' teenage years. Other than that, there is child abuse, swearing and probably some others along the way.
"Sometimes it's easier to trust someone when you've never had anyone to trust before."- A.W.
Typically, he would not be standing outside of a small town house in New York, instead of his own cozy San Francisco manor where he, his sister and parents lived. Typically, he would not be rubbing his head, trying to turn off the high-pitched ringing that was causing him a splitting headache. Typically, Wyatt Halliwell would be sleeping at about now. Instead, he was stuck finding his new charge, joy. Of course, the Elders never told anyone who this person was. All Wyatt could hope for was someone who at least was easy to persuade. Typically, the Elders would not pair the Twice-Blessed up with a child…
Wyatt sighed as his head ringed in annoyance. He growled quietly and began to walk up the driveway. He really hated his job. The door opened and his headache vanished. A little boy with chestnut brown hair stood in the doorway with a woman behind him. She was handing him something that looked like money and told him quite harshly. "Remember what I told you to buy?"
"Milk and bread." The little boy said back slowly. She nodded, her own brown hair encircling her face.
"Go now. I want you to be home before, Frank gets here." Her eyes softened and she rapped her arms around the child. She kissed his forehead gently. "Don't talk to strangers." The little boy nodded, before smiling. He turned away from the woman and ran down the steps. He stopped in front of Wyatt. The woman had already closed the door.
Wyatt glanced down at the child curiously. He kneeled down to his height. "Hi, I'm Wyatt, what's your name?"
"Mommy told me not to talk to strangers." The little boy whispered, looking down at his hands. One of them had a small bandage on it.
Wyatt smiled kindly, silently thanking his aunts for giving him cousins. "Well, I'm not a stranger. I'm supposed to protect someone." The child pursed his lips and looked up at the blonde with big green eyes.
"Like a powice man?" The little boy asked.
"Like a police man." Wyatt agreed, chuckling silently at the child's innocence.
"Uncey Frank doesn't like the powice." The child whispered.
"Why not?" The eighteen year old questioned becoming concerned.
"Secwet?" Wyatt nodded and the child came forward, whispering in his ear. "Mommy cawed dem. She gots in big twoble."
"What happened to your mommy?"
"Uncey punish her."
"How'd he punish her?"
"I- I gots to go!" The child said when he caught sight of the white Cadillac that had began driving up the road. He sprinted away and onto the sidewalk. He ran into a convenience store not that far away, Wyatt following him the whole way with his blue eyes. He had a feeling that that kid was his charge…
He was in the same place later that day, after going home to check in with his parents. He was worried, about what the kid had said about how his mother was punished for calling the police. The kid was cute, and he only looked about three. So why had he became his charge? Since when had the Elders been giving people children as charges? He sighed and pushed up his blonde bangs from his forehead and began to pace. The lights were on inside of the house, and he could see the woman, the kid's mother, inside cleaning up the kitchen table. He glanced at his watch; 5:09pm… back home. The little boy ran into the room hugging his mother tightly around the waist. She laughed and kneeled down in front of the child, telling him to do something. His face lit up and he ran out of the room. The woman smiled at the kid as he retreated, no sooner had she started putting away the plates had a man with dark carrot red hair came in behind her.
She pulled out of his embrace angrily, glaring at the man. Next thing Wyatt knew the woman was backhanded and thrown to the ground. She had tears in her eyes as she glared up at the man. Wyatt assumed he was Uncle Frank.
He turned around sharply when he felt someone pulling on his sleeve. Wyatt looked down at the little boy with surprised eyes. Had his mother told him to go outside? But it was nearly dark! The little boy buried his face into Wyatt's faded blue jeans. "What's wrong?" Wyatt asked quietly kneeling down to the kid's height.
"Mommy did sometin' bad." The little boy whispered. Wyatt than noticed how he had a cut on his left cheek. His eyes widened in anger and concern. He raised his hand to touch the boy. He jerked back. "Don'! Don' hurt me!" The child shrieked. Wyatt instantly tried to calm him down.
"No, no, no! I'd never hurt you! I'm trying to help you…" Wyatt bit his lip as the kid looked up at him with fearful green eyes. He raised his left hand noticing how the child flinched. "Here." He placed his hand over the cut on the boy's cheek, watching as his power shinned through his hand, lighting it with a golden light. Slowly the cut began to disappear, healing. In a matter on seconds, all that was left was a small scar on his cheekbone. The boy raised his hand to his cheek feeling the scar.
"How you do that!" He asked amazed. Wyatt smiled at him.
"It's my job." He whispered looking the child in the eye. "I'm supposed to help people like you."
"Uncey say I'm a fweak."
"Why?"
"'Cause, I make things move."
Wyatt's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "How?" He asked. "Can you show me?"
"It's bad."
"No. I think it's cool to be able to make things move."
"Rweally?"
"Really."
The boy narrowed his eyes at the ceramic cat that sat in the garden. He jerked his head upwards. Wyatt watched in amazement as the object floated into the air easily. He turned his blue eyes back to the sheepish child in front of him when the object had been gently placed back onto the ground. "Can you do anything else?" The child looked thoughtful.
"I don' think so." Wyatt smiled at the boy.
"You're not a freak." He said. "You're special." The boy smiled up at him, lighting up his whole face. His eyes sparkled with joy.
"Cool!"
"What's your name?" Wyatt asked, having forgot all about that.
"Chwis Pewy!" He found it absolutely adorable how the child could not say his r's.
"Well, Chris, I'm Wyatt."
"I know. I have to go." Chris looked down, shyly. "Can you come tomowwow?" Wyatt smiled before nodding.
"Of course. If you need anything at all I want you to call me, okay? Just yell out my name. You can even whisper it, and I will be here. I promise." Chris nodded, his brown hair bouncing up and down.
"Okay, Wy." He said eagerly, throwing his arms around the eighteen year old's waist. "Bye!" He ran into his house.
"Bye Chris." Wyatt smiled genuinely. He never liked kids… so why did he find this one so fascinating? Why did the name seem familiar some how? Those eyes… he could have sworn he saw them before.
"Finally! Geez, Wyatt we were about to start dinner without you!" Piper scolded lightly. Wyatt rolled his eyes and threw his football jacket onto the hook.
"Of course you were, mom." He hugged her in welcome and walked into the kitchen. Melinda looked up at him as he walked in, her brown hair falling into her brown eyes.
"Welcome back to the land of the living." She said a spooky voice. He laughed.
"Where's dad?"
"Held up at Magic School." Piper answered brushing her own dark locks out of her eyes. She placed the three plates of food on the dinning room table and sat down at her seat.
"And where have you been oh favorite brother of mine?" Melinda asked, already knowing the answer. Wyatt had told her when he got home… just not his parents. He swallowed a bite of his chicken.
"With Chris." He answered.
"Chris?" Piper asked surprised.
"So you've finally gotten his name, huh?" Melinda asked, knowing that their mother had no idea what they were talking about.
"Mhmm. I don't like his uncle though. I saw him hit his mother."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What?"
"Honestly?" Melinda hid a smile from her mother's sight.
"You bet."
"Who's Chris?!" Piper shrieked, annoyed. Wyatt looked at her.
"My charge." He said. "He's a three year old kid… I think. He's so cute! He can't say his R's."
"Oh! That sounds just like how Henry was!" Melinda shrieked happily.
"Chris? As in Chris Perry?" Piper asked, Wyatt gave her a shocked look.
"Yeah. How'd you-?"
"This is not happening! No, no, no!" Piper yelled standing up from the table she looked Wyatt straight in the eye. "Tell them you can't have him! You can't!"
"Why not?" Wyatt asked outraged.
"I can't tell you! You just can't Wyatt!"
"I'll have who ever I damn well please as a charge, mom!" Wyatt yelled back. Melinda watched with wide eyes.
"Mom? Why can't he have Chris as a charge?" Melinda asked tensely.
"You don't get it do you?!"
"No mom I don't!" Wyatt and Melinda said at the same time.
"You just can't Wyatt!"
"That's not a good enough reason!" Wyatt yelled back, angrily. He glared at his mother, this was crap. This whole thing was a load of crap.
"It can and it will be! I will not allow it!"
"Mom-!"
"No! I am not having the fucking little kid to come in and ruin our lives AGAIN!"
They all stood in a shocked silence. Until Wyatt looked up at his mother, anger showing in his blue eyes. "Again? Mom he's only a child. One that I believe is being abused. And if you can't understand that then screw you."
A: N- Like it? Love it? I want to know! Just no flames okay? This is supposed to be a twist to the classic Wyatt as Chris' stories. Tell me what you think. Oh, and don't expect fast reviews. I just started High School, so really… But please review.