Barely For One
Summary: AU: My mother had seen him at twenty-three years and I had barely had him for one hour. Drabble. Wyatt is Chris' father. Changed!Future.
A/N: First, this story is COMPLETELY AU. Second, I made Chris, Wyatt's son. Third, this story is a Deathfic!
He would've been five years old today, my little angel, and just like all the other birthdays that came and went in our household, his would've been just as special. To be able to celebrate with his family, to have balloons and streamers strung up all around the manor. The cake and ice cream would have been specially homemade by his grandmother Piper. He would have had a mountain of presents upon the table and all of his family members would've been present and the day would've been celebrated with lots of fun and family.
It would've been, could've been that way if those high on their throne Elders had just stayed out of our lives and let one of us with the ability, heal my son instead of having to rely on the regular medical services provided by the local hospital. But now instead of having my beautiful baby in my arms celebrating his birthday on this day, my family and I would be going to the cemetery to celebrate the life that had barely begun.
My little Christopher had been with us in the flesh for a mere seventeen hours and I wasn't even able to hold him while he was still breathing, while my son still had life in his little eyes. Tubes had become part of his premature little body from what my mother and father had told me as the doctors tried everything they could to save his life. I wasn't even strong enough to visit him and see him inside the incubator during those first sixteen hours. I had been convincing myself that I shouldn't have to witness my baby trying to fight for his life. I should have been able to help him, to save him.
When I finally gathered up enough courage to see my baby I barely had him in my sight for an hour before the machine that was monitoring his heartbeat, flat-lined. I screamed, screamed to anyone who would listen, that it wasn't fair. This wasn't suppose to happen. My mother had seen him a twenty-three years and I had him for barely an hour. How was that fair to me.
Let me tell you, it wasn't fair at all. With one last look at my sons grave I decided that today was the day that I, Wyatt Matthew Halliwell decided it was time to end the reign of the elders and the reign of Lord Wyatt began, despite how hard to other version of my son worked. He wasn't here, now was he? All because of them.
A/N: All that Chris worked for to save Wyatt from turning evil had been for nothing.
-Fiona12690