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Life's musings

Paige

It had been just a few days since Paige's life was thrown upside down. And she still wasn't quite sure what to think, what to believe and how to behave.

She had sisters! Two of them, well three really but sadly she would never meet Prue. The fact that she had a living family out there, her real blood family was quite a shock for Paige. Though she had known for a long time that she had been adopted, she had never really thought about finding out if she had any living family members out there. She hadn't really thought that there would be a family, though why she had no idea. When she was young she believed her whole family must have been dead, why would she otherwise be put up for adoption? In later years she realized that was a bit of a naïve thought. People could have a lot of reasons for putting their child up for adoption. She had chosen for the reason that her family did it for her, so she could have a better life. She didn't like to think she was a mistake better to forget.

It turned out she had been put up for adoption because it wasn't save for her to stay with her real family. She thought that was quite a good reason, and she was even thankful that she had been put up for adoption, as she had gotten the best parents a child could ask for.

But now she had found her real family, as it turned out she had one. She had two living older sisters. Paige didn't really know what to do with this fact, she had always been an only child, and how was she supposed to act around sisters? And did she really want to be a family with them, or did they even want her? Phoebe had said they did, but Paige suspected it was a bit different, especially for Piper. Paige could relate a bit, they had met at Prue's funeral after all. The sisters were in an emotional roller coaster, and then they had to put their lives at risk in order to save her. Even worse they had to save her from the being that had been the reason for Prue's death.

That thought leads her to a whole other thinking pattern. Because oh my god how was she supposed to deal with the fact the magic existed, that he was magical and that she now had demons after her. She still doesn't even know the finer details of this all. But she did know that it was quite shocking, and that she had no idea what to do with that piece of information. She didn't even want to be magical! Couldn't she give it back or something? Phoebe had explained that because she was a Halliwell, and because she was their sister, she was now part of something called the power of three. It meant that she was a witch, and together with her two sisters she formed the most powerful force of good of this time. This landed her at the white lighter and elder part. Other forces of good, which were there to guide them in their quest for a better world or something. And while the idea of a white lighter was okay to Paige, she didn't really like the sound of the elders. They were up there all the time, forcing rules and making their lives more difficult, and really with that information how was she supposed to like those elders, huh? Uhh thinking was beginning to irritate her. She was just thinking in circles, never ending ones. And even after days she was no closer to an answer for her , Paige had quite a headache, had it for the last couple of days really. Her mind couldn't stop forming thoughts, going too fast sometimes for her to even understand. She hadn't slept properly either, and she liked sleeping!

"AAAAAHHH" Paige yelled out, trying to get rid of some of the tension. Trying to rid herself of the frustration. Obviously, something so simple didn't really help, it just made her headache bonk even harder in her head. All this thinking and she was still at the same problem. How was she supposed to deal with this? And how was she supposed to be a sister to Phoebe and Piper, she doesn't even have the faintest clue what being a sister is like. She doesn't even like the idea of having sisters really, she is an independent woman, who thinks and says what she wants. She just didn't know how to be that, when she also had to be the perfect sister to them. And with Prue in the background, the one they would always compare her too, she didn't even think she stood a chance.

Looking at the clock she realized it was time to go to work. Paige smiled, maybe going to work and hearing other people's problems would help her out. And she would think on all this later, because she wasn't closer to finding any answers anyways. And so Paige pushed all thoughts about magic and sisters, and their expectations out of her head. She had her own life to live right now.

Wyatt.

It was a quiet Sunday morning, warm rays of sun streaming through the kitchen window. Birds awake and singing and the sound of somebody mowing the lawn some houses down the road could be heard from outside. The only sound to break the silence in the manor was coming from the kitchen, where Chris was lazily making breakfast. Wyatt was standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorpost. He was silently studying his little brother. God, how he loved him, he couldn't imagine a life without him.

When Wyatt was younger he never really wanted a brother, he had actually been quite angry when his parents had told him. Sure he was young, and how much had he really understood? But he knew, deep down, that he had understood perfectly, even though he was so young.

He had realized what a sibling meant, he knew his parents would have to split their time, their love. He would have to share everything, and he had to be nice to some stupid kid that he probably wouldn't even like. So, okay he was a bit naïve back then, his parents didn't split their love, it just grew bigger. And yeah so what if he actually had like Chris later on in life. Back then his little brother was a hated idea. Even when Chris was born Wyatt wasn't happy. Man he had been quite awful to the little tyke back then, jealous fits where he would orb Chris half way round the earth. He would break all Chris' toys, and throw stuff at his head.

It had taken quite some time for Wyatt to even get used to the idea of having another person in the house, another person who would always be there. But in the end Wyatt had accepted it. A good thing too, as he would realize in later years how awesome it actually was to have a little brother. He would realize that he never wanted a life without a brother!

What would Wyatt do without Chris? What would he do without the brains in the duo? He couldn't quite imagine how his life would be then. His brother was always there for him. They played together in their younger years, from playing in the sandbox, to building castles with his blocks, from playing basketball to swimming in the sea. Chris was the brains of the outfit, it was quite known to everybody. Chris somehow always had the answers to his problems. He was awesome with making potions and he was a genius with making up spells. What would he do without Chris as his back up with demon vanquishes.

Chris always had a smart comment ready, or an excuse when they did something wrong, like breaking his mother's vase, or forgetting to make his homework. Chris' smart mouth had saved them on quite some occasions throughout their lives, and it also helped that he had the sad puppy look down to an art. He was quite the manipulator really, but Wyatt didn't really care, as he got the good end of the stick. He had stopped counting the times when Chris saved his ass really.

He knew people thought it was strange how close of a bond the two brothers shared. But Wyatt never wanted it to be different. He knew it was because of their magic that they even had their bond, it had made them more aware of each other. And later in life it had even given them a telepathic kind of bond, where they could call out for each other in need. Which was a god sent for Wyatt really as he was always worried about his little brother, because while his brother might be smart, he was sadly lacking in the power department, something that was a bit of a sore spot still.

They were Halliwell witches and therefore they were hunted down by demons on a weekly basis, it scared Wyatt, to know how much danger his brother was in really. So he subconsciously checked their bond every few minutes, just to make sure Chris was still okay. He knew his brother was irritated by that fact, but really it was his job! He was the big brother, the twice bless and all, it was his job to take care of Chris, to make sure he was never hurt and to make sure he had everything in life he needed. Sadly he wasn't all that good at his self imposed job as his brother had been hurt countless times.

Wyatt tried to stop thinking about that, but images of a hurt Chris still made it to his mind. By fat he worst was the time when Chris was 15. He had been home alone, which was stupid really because they knew how dangerous that could be. Especially at that time, the demon activity had been crazy high those few weeks. But still he had been home alone and there was an attack. Chris didn't even stand a change as it was a well organized attack, with lot of fire power behind it. Wyatt had orbed home immediately when he had heard Chris' scared and pained yells in his mind. His worry had been at an all time high. The image of a deathly pale Chris, with blood around him everywhere and bones standing at odd angles is one that he will never forget. It had haunted his nightmares for months after the attack.

Wyatt shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of the images. He pushed himself from the doorpost and finally entered the kitchen. "Hey bro, what are you making?" he said, knowing that just talking to Chris would make thing okay in his head again, he would be able to forget for a little while, knowing that his little brother was safe and sound. "Pancakes, you want too?" Chris answered, gesturing to the pile that was forming. Wyatt smiled as his mouth watered, he loved pancakes! "yeah! Of course I want pancakes. Hey is there coffee yet?" Chris shook his head sadly, to the amusement of Wyatt. His little brother was a bit of a coffee addict, something he had picked up from their aunt Paige. "I'll make you some" Wyatt said, and as the aroma of freshly baked pancakes and fresh coffee filled the air they could here sounds form upstairs. It wouldn't take long before the whole family would arrive, as was the Sunday tradition.

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