Wyatt Matthew Halliwell – Born Feb 2 2003 to Piper Halliwell and Leo Wyatt

Christopher Perry Halliwell – Born May 16th 2004 to Piper Halliwell and Leo Wyatt

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March 2010 – 10pm, Halliwell Residence

He can't get to sleep. Chris Halliwell is six years old. Far too old to be afraid of the dark, which was why he and his brother had been separated last week. It had been four unbearable nights without the comfort of having his seven year old brother lying in the bed across the room for him. Chris knew that if anything bad ever happened to him, Wyatt would save him. He had never once doubted that in his short life. But how could Chris be sure his brother could save him – after all if he was in the other room how would he know if Chris needed saving?

Quietly and into his pillow Chris began to sob, little sniffles and weeps that soaked his pillow quickly but didn't make enough sound to arouse Piper's worries as she lay sleeping next to her husband Leo in the room across the hall.

The night light did nothing to quench Chris's fears as his imaginative mind created monsters of various shapes and powers, demons or ogres or warlocks who would steel him away in the night, never returning him to his family, to his brother.

"Ssssh." Came a soothing whisper from next to Chris's tear soaked ear. He raised his head in shock, too young to be ashamed of the tears that wet his face. In the dim light he saw his brother's form; his curly blond hair and blue striped pyjamas. Chris let a smile light his face as his brother pulled him close to his warmth.

"Sssh, Chrissy, silly. You'll wake mom and she will make me go back to my bed. And we don't want that do we." Wyatt whispered into Chris's messy brown hair.

Chris gave his brother a suitably earnest look and shook his head. Now that Wyatt was here all his tears had dried up, all his fears disappeared. He sighed contentedly and snuggled closer.

"How did you know?" Chris asked, a sleepy yawn almost obscuring the word.

"We're connected, Chris. Don't you know? I will always know when you need me, always come when you are sad. Now go to sleep, Sleepyhead." Wyatt told his little brother and they both fell asleep within seconds.

May 16, 2018, 5pm, Halliwell Manor

"Happy Birthday, Chris!" Piper exclaimed as soon as her surly fourteen year old son walked in the door fresh from school. He looked around in surprise as if he had forgotten it was his birthday, but a smile lit his face up when he saw his mom taking off her apron and walking towards him. Behind her his aunt Phoebe was licking icing off of her finger and Paige was holding her four month old son. Balloons were tied to various pieces of furniture and presents were decorating the table.

Chris hugged his mom and ran over to the presents. Turning his best 'puppy dog' eyed look on his family he begged, "can I open them, mom? PLEASE!"

Piper laughed. "Not yet. Wait until your father gets here." She told the impatient teenager.

"When will that be?" Chris asked. Recently his dad hadn't been too good at getting to all of Chris's functions properly. He had already missed Christmas – although Wyatt had orbed to the Heavens to see his father, Chris was not allowed to do that. And he had missed Chris's performance in the school play as well as forgetting to come to his swim competition – one that he had won – just last week.

"He said he wouldn't be any later than six thirty. Now come and help me in the kitchen. I'm cooking your favourite." Piper said and led her youngest son into the kitchen, not seeing the glare Chris sent in his sixteen year old brother's direction. Wyatt just looked impassively at in. Phoebe noticed it but said nothing, without Piper's knowledge the middle sister had become the unofficial councillor for all of her nephew's troubles.

"So what happened at school today?" Phoebe asked Wyatt when she found him alone later on that evening. It was eight pm and they had already given up on Leo turning up, the presents had been opened and the cake had been cut.

"Nothing much. Went to class, got yelled at by Miss Palmer for not having my Trigg homework, and I got an A+ from Mr Rodgers in English. He said my writing on Hamlet was insightful and creative for someone of my age." Wyatt listed his activities without any inflection. Phoebe had noticed that more and more lately that Wyatt seemed disinterested and listless.

"I mean, what happened with Chris and you." Phoebe said sternly, determined not to get sidetracked.

"Oh, that." Wyatt said, a smile that wasn't kind twisted his face.

"Yes, that, mister. Now tell me what you did to your little brother now or I'll tell your mom!" Phoebe threatened half heartedly.

Wyatt shook his head, still smiling. "I think you had better ask Chris what it is I didn't do to him. And I don't think you will be telling mom anything." He walked away leaving Phoebe with that cryptic remark and nothing else.

Phoebe didn't get a chance to ask Chris, not that day when he was surrounded by family and full of smiles. By bed time – 10pm on school nights – he even seemed to have forgiven his brother for whatever it was that he hadn't done, with Wyatt standing protectively over his kid brother, both hands on Chris shoulders either side of his head as they walked up the stairs to bed.

"I'm so lucky my boys get along," Piper said contentedly as she started picking up bits of party confetti and wrapping paper from around the living room.

May 18, 2018, 11pm, Halliwell Manor

Chris was restless. He couldn't sleep, he had a strange feeling in his gut, something between hunger and dread. So carefully in an attempt not to wake Wyatt he disentangled his legs from his brothers and moved the hand that had been pulling him close on the empty pillow as he made his way to the door and down the stairs to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of milk and sat there just staring into the dark that he was no longer afraid of.

"Chris?"

"Phoebe?"

Phoebe switched the light on. Chris had forgotten that she was sleeping on the sofa tonight after drinking too much to drive. Her husband was with the kids and hadn't wanted to leave them to pick her up so she had said she would stay at Piper's. Of course all the rooms were used up – supposedly. In actuality Wyatt rarely slept in his own bed, preferring Chris's.

"What's the matter, honey? Can't sleep?" She asked, coming to sit next to her young nephew.

"Yeah." He answered shortly, not really awake. For a few moments they sat in silence with nothing but the occasional sound of Chris sipping from his glass and the sound of their breathing to fill the room. A clock ticked on the wall and there was an almost undetectable buzz of electricity.

"Chris, can I ask you something? Will you tell me the truth?" Phoebe said quietly.

Chris tensed but he nodded anyway. "What do you want to know?"

"The day of your birthday… you weren't very happy when you came home. And I got the impression you weren't happy with Wyatt. Was he mean to you at school? You can tell me you know." Phoebe said gently, noting how Chris had tensed even more and was now avoiding eye contact.

He shook his head several times, more than he needed to. "No. no Wyatt wasn't… he didn't do anything. Wasn't mean. Why would you think it was because of Wyatt? He's great, the bestest older brother ever." Chris said, sounding strained.

"Honey, I had two sisters growing up. I know how siblings can be, trust me! After all I was the youngest too." Phoebe pointed out, caressing Chris's hand which was fisted next to his glass. He jumped at the touch. Phoebe frowned. This was very odd – very worrisome indeed.

"No, you don't know." Chris said forcefully.

Phoebe tried another tactic. "Chris. I talked to Wyatt that day. He confirmed that he was the reason you were upset."

"He did?" Chris asked in surprise.

"Uh huh. Or rather, he said you were upset because of something he didn't do?" Phoebe clarified. This brought a blush to Chris's face and he lowered his eyes quickly.

"Honey, what is it? You can tell me anything, you know that. I would never judge or get anyone in trouble." She whispered.

"Okay." Chris said slowly, raising his panic ridden desperate eyes. "But you can't tell anyone!" He stressed as if it was life or death. "Not mom or Wy or even Coop!"

"Okay honey. Just tell me what was bothering you." She said soothingly.

He nodded. "Its just… I was in the changing rooms after gym and Wyatt come to see me. Said he was giving me a present. So he got down on his knees and started blowing me. But he stopped half way through and wouldn't let me finish or anything. I had to walk about for half an hour with a boner!" Chris said, embarrassed.

Phoebe looked at her nephew stunned. Had she heard right? Had her beloved nephew just talked about having sex with his brother as if it was the most natural thing in the world? What exactly was going on between Wyatt and Chris. At least now she understood why Wyatt had laughed at her idea of telling Piper. This was something that must be kept from the sensitive mother at all costs. Phoebe opened her mouth to say something when the bellow came.

"DEMON!"

It was Piper's voice from her bedroom. She was supposed to be with Leo but if so then why hadn't he orbed her away? She was four months pregnant – finally with a daughter – and Leo knew that like Chris the baby had no powers to protect mommy. Phoebe raced up stairs, telling Chris to stay put. She ran into her sisters room to find her on the floor, a burn would in her stomach and her eyes wide as blood seeped into the carpet. Phoebe – crying and screaming in shock – lent down to feel for a pulse that wasn't there. Then out of nowhere a blast came, killing the middle Charmed one instantly. Downstairs Wyatt had orbed to Chris, using his shield to protect both of them as they went up stairs to find both Phoebe and their mom dead.

Chris cried. Wyatt – who did not have the ability to heal like most young witchlighters, called for their father. Leo came instantly and tears started to fall from his eyes at the carnage.

"Oh my god. What happened?" He asked, holding his dead wife close.

"We thought you were in her room! Why weren't you here?!" Wyatt demanded angrily, holding Chris close.

"I was called away… I was only gone a few minutes… Why weren't you here? Your room is next to ours!" Leo asked his son, still in shock.

"Chris was downstairs. I had to get to him." Wyatt explained.

"So if Chris had been where he was supposed to be…" The thought was unfinished. The next thing Leo knew he was on the floor by the wardrobe, hurting all over. Wyatt had telekinetically thrown him into the wall.

"You are no father of mine." Wyatt said.

May 18th, 2003, Halliwell Manor

There was an incredible sound. Crashing and thumping. A demon maybe, in the attic. Piper dropped the phone and ran upstairs leaving Leo with baby Wyatt in the kitchen. She saw a tall blond man stepping out of a flashing blue portent that shrunk to the shape of the triquatra. He looking fierce, dressed in a black t-shirt and worn blue jeans, his hair curly and unruly. But he wasn't looking at Piper, who was almost frozen in place. He was looking at a cowering male brunet about his age, slender like a swimmer with eyes like emeralds. "How could you threaten everything like this!" The blond giant roared at the green eyed man.

"Wyatt-" the man began and Piper jumped in shock. This was her Wyatt, her precious son? Then who was the brunet? A threat according to Wyatt. Possibly a demon.

"No." Wyatt said, and went to use a power against the younger man but he disappeared into thin air.

"Wyatt?" Piper whispered, drawing the attention of the man.

Wyatt looked up and looked at his mom, a smile lighting his dark face. "Mom." He said, and embraced her.

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