I Must Be Dreaming
By: RavenHeart101
Disclaimer- I own nothing except a very few amount of people.
A: N- Hey all! Here is part THREE to my Stand Still trilogy, so to make it so that you are not confused I suggest you read the other two in order to understand what is going on. Those two are Stand Still, and Stolen. Hope you all like it!
"Everything changes, but beauty remains.
Something so tender I can't explain.
Well I may be dreaming but til I awake.
Can we make the dream last forever? Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this.
And I'll cherish all the love we share for a moment like this.
Some people search forever for that one special kiss.
I can't believe its happening to me.
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this."
"A Moment Like This"- Kelly Clarkson
"Hell yeah!" He said eagerly. Wyatt chuckled and smiled at him before jerking his head to the people in the audience. Chris' face immediately turned red. "I-I mean, I do." Wyatt pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow at the man in front of him, before smiling gently. Chris raised his blushing face to look at him and smiled slightly himself. They each placed the rings on their fingers and looked expectantly at the man that stood in front of them.
"You may kiss." The preacher said smiling gently at the couple. Wyatt smiled pulling Chris closer to him and paused mid- way.
"Finally." He whispered.
Chris turned his head around and looked at his father. Cole raised an eyebrow. "Turn around dad." He said jokingly before capturing the lips of the one he loved in his own. Their friends and family cheered, clapped and there were a few wolf whistles from Chris' obnoxious friends… and their aunt Paige. They pulled away after a moment, completely blocking out the other people. Chris felt on top of the world for that whole day, and when he laid down to sleep he realized just how much he was in love with Wyatt Matthew Halliwell. And he thought of the irony of it all, him Christopher Perry Victor Turner was born a Halliwell, had his name changed and was back to being a Halliwell. He smiled and turned his head into Wyatt's bare chest, his arms wrapping around his 'husbands' waist.
"I love you." He whispered, knowing that Wyatt had heard him, knowing that he would never leave him.
Wyatt tightened his arms around his little brother securely. "I love you too, baby." They both fell asleep with a smile on their faces.
A Year Later…
"You done in there Wy?" Chris said knocking gently on the bathroom door.
"One sec, babe." He heard his answer not even a moment later. Suddenly, the door was thrown open, revealing a newly showered and clothed twenty two year old Wyatt Halliwell. "Feel free to get whatever you need." Chris nodded, smiling at him as he walked by. He leaned over the sink reaching for the top of the medicine cabinet. He sighed as only the top of his fingertips brushed against the dust covered wood. Soon though, another hand was up above him. Wyatt's hand brought down the glass ornament and he held it in front of his happy husband.
"Thank you." Chris tried to take it, but Wyatt was to fast, he pulled it away from his reach quickly. Chris pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Not fair." Wyatt smirked as Chris tried again. "Wy-" he started to whine. Wyatt leaned down and kissed the brunette gently on the lips. Chris felt his hands drop down to his side, as Wyatt's found their way onto his waist… that is after he put the glass ornament back where he found it. Chris pulled away after a few minuets and brought his arms over Wyatt's head, resting them on his shoulders, his hands connecting in the back. "I should be cleaning you know."
"I know." Wyatt answered as he leaned down to kiss his husband's neck, his hands fiddling with Chris' belt. Chris swallowed nervously.
"You should be getting to work." He whispered, knowing what was coming next.
"Not for a few hours." He continued his dismount.
"Maybe-" Wyatt kissed him full on the mouth before orbing the two of them into their bedroom… right on top of the bed. Chris fell onto the cushiony object with a bounce, Wyatt climbing on top of him. They continued to kiss passionately, Chris trying every once in a while to get him to stop with absolutely no effort to actually stop it on his part. He was joining in as much as Wyatt was. He gave up however when he mentioned a bit breathlessly… "What if Amy, Trish or Pyre come home from school early?" His three younger siblings had been staying the week because Phoebe and Cole had gone away on a short vacation and Chris had offered to look after them for her.
"We'll just have to make sure they don't then." Was Wyatt's answer from above him. He raised his head to look him squarely in the eyes. "You sure you want to do this."
Chris smiled and nodded and with a flick of his hand, the bedroom door closed with a slam…
Later that day…
"Ahh!" Wyatt yelled slightly after his 'conversation' with his husband as he looked at the clock. "Crap! I'm late!" He yelled before grabbing his jacket off the rack. He leaned down and kissed Chris gently. "Love you."
"Be careful!" Chris yelled after him with a tiny laugh. Wyatt just turned around and smiled before driving off into the sunlight. Chris smiled happily before closing the door to their house behind him gently. It wasn't anything big, but it was enough for the four of them. They shared the house with Stacy and Lucas, Stacy being pregnant, her husband having died in a shoot out only a few years earlier. They had married at seventeen thanks to their parents and now Lucas and Stacy were together exclusively awaiting a marriage and a baby themselves. Lucas was currently at work while Stacy was home for the day.
"Hey Chris! Come in here for a sec!" Her voice cut through his thoughts like a sledgehammer.
"Coming Stace!" He left the entrance room and entered the living room, leaning in the doorway. "What is it that you want so badly?"
The woman jumped at his sudden appearance. She turned around and glared gently at him before going into business mode. "Ok." She said as she held up two different samples of colors. "Which one? Red or blue?"
"Red." She sighed.
"But I kinda like the blue."
Chris gave her a disapproving look. "If you like blue than have blue be the color of the baby's room." She smiled and threw her head back in laughter.
"I was just joking sweetie! Now help me up." She commanded causing Chris to smile at her. He walked over to the nine-month pregnant lady helping her off the couch with ease. He smiled at her, when his gaze fell onto the clock.
"Crap!" Stacy gave him a weird look. "I'm late to pick up Amy!" Her mouth formed a silent 'oh. '
"You go ahead, I'll stay here. I have the doctors at five anyway, Lucas can drive me." Chris nodded and smiled before grabbing his own jacket and leaving the house.
Carter Middle School…
"Finally." Said a very agitated twelve year old. "What took you so long?" She demanded before throwing her bag in the back of his green Grand Pree. Amy then sat herself in the front of the car. Chris glared at her gently before pulling out of the school parking lot. He looked both ways before taking a right turn.
"I got a little held up." He answered keeping his eyes on the road. Amy gave him a strange look before pouting into her seat.
"You don't have to lie to me you know. I know you and Wyatt were having sex." She said matter of a factly. That caught Chris' attention, so much of his attention that he did not notice the other car that just ran a red light. "CHRIS!" Amy yelled once more capturing her older brother's attention. His eyes found their way back onto the road; he looked back at his terrified little sister before orbing her out of the car. That's all he had the time to do before the impact hit the car door. He felt himself be thrown into the other side of the car before it all went black…
Prescott Memorial Hospital…
"Wyatt!" Phoebe yelled as she saw her oldest nephew. He looked confused to see them.
"What are you doing here, Aunt Phoebe?" She wrapped her arms around him tightly before he noticed the grim look on Cole's face. "What's wrong?" He asked once again as he gazed down at the tearstained face of one of the strongest people he knew.
"It's Chris, Wyatt." Cole said once he detached his wife from their worried nephew. He noticed how Wyatt's face turned pale.
"What's Chris?" He asked warily.
"There was a car accident, sweetie." Phoebe choked out before the look on her nephew's face turned horrified and worried. Wyatt sat down onto the chair that was thankfully behind him stunned. Accident… car… Chris… Chris.
"I- Is he alright?" Was all he could muster up himself to ask.
"I don't know Wyatt, sweetie. I don't know."
He felt tears well up in his eyes and let his head fall into his hands. "Oh God. Not now. Please not now."
A Few Hours Later…
It was ten o'clock at night now and his nerves had yet to decrease. The doctors had yet to come back out with more news. Last, he knew Chris was getting into emergency surgery. God, he could not help but think back to the conversation the two of them had had before Wyatt had asked him to marry him…
(Flashback)
"Hey." Wyatt whispered before climbing into bed beside Chris. Chris smiled cheekily at him nuzzled into his 'pillow'.
"Hello." He muttered leaning up to kiss his love. Wyatt sighed as he wrapped his strong arms around Chris.
"What would you do without me?"
"Cry." He answered simply.
Wyatt laughed. "I hope you'd move on, and be happy with your life."
"I could never be happy with my life without you."
Wyatt smiled, blushing a little. "Do you know how corny you sound right about now?"
"Do you know how much I need you?"
"No." Wyatt answered truthfully.
"More than I need air." Chris said looking up at Wyatt.
(End Flashback)
That night had been so perfect. So wonderful. He felt his heart break with every breath. He could never be happy with his life without him. And he felt an overwhelming feeling of sorrow drag him into tears.
Early The Next Morning…
Dr. Russell Harris looked at his intern with newfound light. He used to think that this boy was just there to annoy him into oblivion. Nevertheless, he never realized that this boy- this man could have been married to someone as wonderful as Cole Turners only son. "Mr. Halliwell." He nudged the sleeping man with his hand gently, arousing him from his sleep.
Blue eyes opened showing him that Wyatt was awake. "Dr. Harris?" He asked sleepily.
Russell laughed quietly before nodding. "I take it you're here for Christopher Halliwell." He said more as a statement than a question. Wyatt nodded anyway. "Well, he's doing fine." His intern let out a shaky breath. "He has a broken rib and a broken arm, but those should heal easily. He also has a sprained ankle and a minor concussion. Other than that, he should be fine." Russell smiled gently at the man in front of him.
"Can I see him?" Wyatt asked quietly, looking up at the doctor with hopeful eyes.
"Yes."
Wyatt smiled slightly. "Thanks."
That's all folks. Review please! Hope you liked it! And please don't favor it and not review. I hate it when people do that!