Hey! I thought I would chance an attempt at a fic focusing mainly on the brothers' dynamic. The brothers, of course, being Wyatt and Chris! It's set in the unchanged future and Chris is about 17 and Wyatt's 19.
It's a it talky at the beginning, but it's mainly back-story, so please bear with me! The action's at the ending ladies and gentlemen! I'm hoping to continue this, but it all depends on the amount of reviews I get. And what the reviewers say...so please drop me a line!
Disclaimer - If I owned Charmed, then I wouldn't be writing fanfiction when I should be doing homework!
Chris was scared. It really wasn't something he liked to admit, but in this situation, being called a sissy was the least of his worries. In the three years since his mom had died, his life had been turned upside-down.
After her death, he and Wyatt had been sent to live with their grandfather since their dad was hardly around enough to even be considered as their caretaker. In Chris' opinion, he was hardly around enough to be considered a father. And it seemed he was around less than ever these days.
It seemed that all the Halliwell men dealt with Piper's death in different ways. Apparently, Leo dealt with it by diving into his work. Chris dealt with it by diving into himself. Leo was still drowning in his Elder business, but Chris was saved by his grandfather. Wyatt was a different story.
Wyatt had dove into the Underworld. In the months following "the event", he spent most of his time going down into the Underworld to vanquish demons. As more months went by, Chris was finally starting to feel better thanks to Victor's help, but Wyatt was just getter worse. He started skipping school for his vanquishing sprees and his temper became shorter than ever. Chris had confronted him about it a couple of times, but Wyatt always said that he wouldn't let the same thing that happened to Piper happen to him or grandpa.
Months turned into years and Wyatt hardly came home for meals anymore. Once he turned 18, he told Victor that he was leaving. Victor was angry at first, but what could he do to stop the most powerful magic being in current existence? Said being was barely around anymore. He did stop by occasionally to see Chris, but he always avoided Chris' questions about what he was doing, but Chris knew it couldn't be something good.
And it all boiled down to this moment. He was 17, his grandfather was sick, he was scared, he was alone, and he didn't know what to do. Sitting in the hospital waiting room, Chris felt like the most insignificant speck on the face of the earth. What was he supposed to do? His father didn't come when he called him. What would he do, where would he go if Grandpa died? He wasn't 18 yet, so if his father didn't show and claim guardianship then he didn't know what would happen to him.
Chris looked up towards the door as the doctor came in. The conversation was just a blur to him. " . . . lung cancer has come back . . . maybe six months . . . so sorry . . ."
After the doctor left, he got up and headed for the nearest exit. Once he was outside, he ran. Near the hospital, there was a small park for the patients and that was where he was headed. He just needed to clear his head; he would go inside and see his grandfather once he felt ready.
Chris sat on a bench in a secluded part of the garden. He took a deep breath to soothe his shaking nerves. Didn't quite work. What could he do in this situation? He needed someone. Leo didn't come when he called before, but maybe he would now that he was outside. "Leo!" he tried. "Leo, come on, please! I need you! Dad?" Nothing worked. Wait! . . . there was someone else! "Wyatt!"
He had barely finished the second syllable when he saw blue orbs appearing in front of him. Chris thought the person who just orbed in front of him was Wyatt, but he couldn't believe it. He was wearing all black and his curly blonde hair was grown out almost to his shoulders.
"Wyatt?" Chris asked.
"Of course it's me. Who else would it be?"
Chris leapt up from the bench and hugging his older brother. He didn't care if anyone thought he was being a baby. He needed someone to tell him everything was going to be okay, that he was going to make it out of this.
Wyatt didn't do anything to stop his little brother. He knew that something must have been seriously wrong for his brother to react this way. Eventually he pushed his brother back and held him by his shoulders. Wyatt couldn't help but notice the tears in his eyes as he asked, "What's wrong?"
"Everything, Wy. Grandpa's lung cancer is back, he's gonna die soon and I don't know what's going to happen to me if he does!"
Wyatt took a moment to respond. He had never been on the greatest of terms with his grandfather, especially when he had taken legal custody of them, but that didn't mean he didn't love him. "I won't let anything happen to you, Chris. You know that, right?"
Chris nodded his head, wondering why he hadn't thought of his brother sooner. He could always count on him before; so why should it be any different when he just wasn't around as much? "Of course I know that."
Wyatt smiled and let go of Chris' shoulders. He turned away with a thoughtful expression on his face. He was thinking about finally telling Chris about what he was really doing in the Underworld. It did involved demons, though not in the way Chris and everyone else believed. He was not vanquishing them; he was recruiting them to his own personal army. They had already taken over most of the Underworld and he was planning to attack above ground in a few months. There was a thought he had been entertaining for a while: getting Chris to join him as his second-in-command. Wyatt wondered if Chris would ever give up on the non-existent ideas of good and evil, but always came to the same conclusion: his brother was a Halliwell, which meant he would insist he himself was good and automatically assume his own brother was evil by default. It also meant that he was very stubborn.
But now, in his desperate state, so alone and in need to someone to be there for him, he would be likely to go along with anything he suggested in order to prevent their separation.
"Can I trust you with something?" Wyatt asked Chris.
"Of course you can."
"I want to tell you what I'm doing in the Underworld," he said conversationally.
"Really?" Chris sounded interested and enthusiastic about it. Good, Wyatt thought.
"Yes. And I want you to be a part of it." This time, Wyatt's tone was slightly colder and more business-like.
"A part of what, Wyatt?" Chris tone became more distant.
Wyatt wasn't going to be put off by his brother's seeming apprehension. He had got this far, hadn't he? "I haven't been vanquishing the demons in the Underworld."
"Then what exactly have you been doing?" Chris sounded as if that was the only possible thing you could want to do to demons and he was sure that every good magical being in the world would agree with him.
"I've been organizing them. Under my command," Wyatt added to clarify his intentions.
"What!" Chris exploded. "You're working with demons! Willingly! WHY!"
"To keep the demons under control. There haven't been many demon attacks lately, am I right?"
Chris offered no response.
Wyatt felt himself getting angry at Chris' silence. "Am I right?" he asked a little louder and angrier.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean -"
"What doesn't it mean, Christopher? It does mean that there are less attacks when the demons follow the order to not attack as opposed to when they are vanquished. There is always another demon to replace the vanquished one. That also makes them useful in battle, when they are on our side that is."
"What do you mean "our" side? I'm not on your side anymore, Wyatt. Actually, you're not on my side anymore. You're the one that's changed."
"Would you even consider that this change is for the better? With you by my side -"
"I'm not going to join you!"
"You're not even giving it a chance!" Wyatt was getting angrier and angrier at his brother with each remark he made.
Chris seemed to be angry, but he was really dying inside. The one person he had thought he could trust was now asking him to join his evil demon empire in the Underworld! His whole world was now officially falling apart. He could see his beloved older brother turning into a monster before his eyes and he could do nothing to stop it. Chris couldn't let Wyatt see him upset, so he hid it with false anger. "Because it's already been given a chance! Remember how Aunt Phoebe married Cold and became Queen of the Underworld? Do you remember how that ended! Mom and Aunt Paige got Phoebe back and they ended up killing Cole!" Chris stopped yelling and his tone was softer. "I can't kill you, Wy . . ."
"Neither of us is Phoebe or Cole, the last time I checked. I don't want to kill you either, Chris, but if you won't join me . . ."
Chris was horrified at Wyatt's lingering threat. Did his brother, the same person who he had called for help, just suggest that he would kill him if he didn't join him? He needed to get out of here! His eyes widening, he started backing up, trying to aim for the exit of the garden.
Wyatt felt a slight regret at Chris' obvious fear. He didn't know what made him say that; he knew that he could never kill Chris, who had just admitted the same thing.
"So why should I join you if you have an organization built of fear? Is that what you want? For everyone to fear you? Including me?"
"No, Chris, I don't want you to fear me. I want everyone else to fear us."
Chris shook his head at Wyatt's words. "How can you think like that? I need to get out of here!" Chris turned his back on his brother and made to run for it. That turned out to be a very bad idea.
Wyatt felt a surge of anger at his brother's straight-out rejection. He let his body do the thinking. His arm flew up and an energy ball was formed his palm. He stared at it with slight amazement for a moment - he thought he didn't have that power - before he threw it at his brother's back.
Wyatt finally came back to his own mind when he heard his brother's cry of pain. He looked at his and saw Chris sprawled on the ground on his stomach, the wound in his back bleeding freely.
I hope you liked it! It can ultimately exist as a stand-alone, but it would be one with a very awful cliffhanger and no one would ever get to know the ending. So, please, leave a review so that everyone can see what happens next! Thankies!