Why am I starting a new story? I haven't finished any of my others yet. Oh well.

This is just going to be a few one-shots about Chris and his big (baby) brother. It takes place in Season six, with everybody (probably?) knowing who Chris Perry really is.

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In another life, where he had a family that wasn't either dead, dying, or homicidal, and he was one of those (semi) normal twenty-something college kids, Chris supposed he should've been embarrassed to have his baby brother with him. Of course, any humiliation he might have felt was dwarfed by the off putting, crazy weirdness that was his big brother being nearly two decades younger than him.

Sometimes he looked down at the toddler that was his older sibling and just sort of freaked out.

Yes, alcohol was definitely a must in his line of work.

Chris sighed, and let the urge to run a hand through his hair overpower him.

"I guess Mom doesn't care that this could, potentially, scar me for life, Wyatt." He told the child. "Well, not that I don't already have a surplus of issues – I just don't need anymore."

The boy gurgled at him, which wasn't particularly helpful, although it was both entertaining and adorable. It was impossible to connect the tiny, blond, cute-beyond-all-reason-and-what-the-hell-isn't-Chris-supposed-to-be-manly-and-not-consider-things-'cute' baby boy with the monster the time traveler escaped in the future. It was impossible until Chris noted the deep shade of blue in those crinkled eyes, lit up with joy the same way his Wyatt's did when killing someone Chris loved. Or how that petulant frown snuck over his features, hinting at a darker trouble should things not go his way – and while on a child it's nothing, hardly rare beyond measure, in the adult Wyatt it was terrifying with very good reason.

Whenever Chris spotted these little things, glimpsed a mannerism that was just so his brother that it nearly caused him physical pain, his expression darkened and he turned from the child.

And now he was tasked with keeping his gaze on him for a great deal of time, and Chris wasn't sure what to do.

"You know what you did, the last time we saw each other?" He asked, knowing he wouldn't answer, glad of it, almost. He still tried to make his tone light.

The boy only cocked his head and squished his bear tighter to him. It was so...innocent. It was a sharp sting on the sullied, black image of the Twice Blessed resting on Chris's heart.

Chris focused on keeping any emotion from his voice when he continued, just as he'd been taught by his brother and his brother's world.

"You tried to kill me, you know."

A shaky smile couldn't cover up the betrayal crawling beneath his skin, and the guilt overlaying it because the child had yet to commit any grievance against him. Good thing this boy wasn't Phoebe, or Paige, or Piper – while they would notice, he wouldn't.
"Well, not you you." He amended guiltily. Those baby blues were too sweet, too intense to be ignored and it almost seemed like blasphemy to speak of the kid that way. "That's the you I'm trying to prevent."

It was very nice to speak of this aloud, to not concern himself with the consequences, or have to attempt to stuff all his psychoses away in a box so that his family didn't drive him insane. He loved them enough to endure any pain for them, but he didn't know how to live with them. Or how to talk with them. Or how to let them take care of him.

They'd been dead far too long for him to consider opening himself up to someone other than Bianca, except now she was gone too.

"You know, we used to be close. For brothers, that is. When we were younger we used to play pranks on our cousins, mess with spells and potions, and find all sorts of magical creatures, and – and we even caught a genie, once. Together! Like it was a fish or something, right on our fishing pole." He cracked a smile.

"We each got one wish, and then we had to split the last one. Oh, it was awful. We were cleaning the house for months to get the stains out, and Mom got so mad..." His small laugh ended as quickly as it came. In curiosity, he glanced at the boy's face; rather than finding something more interesting to do, he sat there listening still, blinking in confusion at him. It was as though he knew there was a weight to the words he couldn't possibly comprehend. Or perhaps he merely enjoyed the tone of Chris's voice.

"We were...best friends, I guess. But there was always something inside you, Wyatt...something evil. And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but I didn't see it until too late, and I couldn't stop it and..."

It was all the time traveler could do to swallow, blink back long overdue tears, and breathe in deep as though attempting to suck all the words back into his mouth, and press the door shut on his pain of his brother's turn to darkness.

"It's why I'm here now." The next smile was watery, false, and it felt like he was breaking inside. "I'm trying to fix it. Maybe it's not fair, maybe it's not right to want my best friend back, not after everything he's done...all the people he's killed...

"There are many people who deserve to get revenge, Wyatt." He addressed the child seriously. He meant it – he really, truly did. "They need justice for everything he's ripped away from them, they have earned that, but I can't...I'm just...I'm way too selfish for that."
He blew out a sigh.

"I know I promised that I'd kill you, Wy, if I couldn't save you – but I guess that was a lie, huh? I don't think I could kill you if you let me. Like you always said...I-I'm...weak."

"Oh, Chris."

He whirled around, his heart pounding in his ribcage and something deep in him shattering.

There was no waiting for Piper's explanation to eavesdropping, or listening numbly as she whispered sweet lies into his ear, things like everything was going to be okay (it was never going to be okay, because she was dead) because as soon as he saw her tears at his story, he orbed away.

Perhaps he'd always been sort of a coward when it had come to confronting his problems. Most likely he would've infuriated many, many shrinks had he had the opportunity.

Still, he told himself, he didn't come here for their acceptance or for mental help or any of the many others things they wanted. Any of the many things they were offering...

And at first it had seemed like a great excuse for his cowardice. But...now it felt like that old excuse was wearing a bit thin.

Oh well. If that one didn't work, there was always that 'future consequences' thing.

A/N: This is kind of short, but it's just getting things started. This story is gonna be about well...exactly what it says. Chris Perry and baby!Wyatt and their adorable, slightly dysfunctional and neurotic relationship. Also, a little bit of the rest of the family loving on Chris.

Unlike my other story of one-shots (Charmed Meets), I think that this one will only have like, ten little drabbles. Maybe some of them will even have a plot.

Thanks so much for reading! Please review!

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Kokoro