Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed. I so, unfortunatley, don't on Chris ... I don't really own anything. Except for the lurvely seasons of Queer as Folk on DVD, but that doesn't really count.

Warning: Slash. Incest. Um ... That's about it. Not really a ton of angst in this one ...

Notes: This didn't really turn out how I intended it to. It was supposed to be set before my fic "House Of Shame" ... But now it's more of a random fic, set either before House of Shame and/or before Wyatt truly turned 'evil'. And, yes, I know. It's short.




Chris stared at the ceiling, trying to block out the sound of approaching footsteps to his room. He was more surprised at the fact that there were even footsteps, considering Wyatt could just as easily orbed in.


Of course, he remembered a conversation Wyatt and he had had months ago ... Or maybe it was weeks, days even. He didn't really care.




"Wyatt!" he cried out, "Why do you need to use your powers like this! You're hurting people!"


"No, Chris!" Wyatt said, advancing towards him, "I'm not hurting anyone."


"Please, Wyatt," he sobbed out, running to his older brother, "Don't use your powers like that anymore, at least not around me? Can't you even do that, brother?"




Chris sighed again; the footsteps were growing closer, and he was growing more and more nervous. He couldn't even imagine what Wyatt wanted with him now.


"Wyatt," Chris whispered, eyes glancing toward the now open door to his room.


Wyatt walked closer to Chris, using his powers to move the door closed, as he reached the bed Chris lay on, he spoke, "Chris ... It's nearly noon, you know."


Chris sighed, turning to face away from his older brother, "But, Wyatt ..."


Wyatt sighed, his hand gently moving to brush the hair away from Chris's face, "You should be outside, Chris ... You shouldn't be in here all the time ..."


Chris sighed, turning back to face Wyatt, "I don't want to go outside. I don't ... I don't want to see what's happened out there anymore."


Wyatt sighed, sitting down in Chris's bed, gathering Chris in his arms, "Chris, I know you don't ... agree ... with what I'm doing. But, it's for the best."


Wyatt sighed as Chris snuggled deeper into his arms, "It's the best for us. For you."


Chris sighed, mumbling into Wyatt t-shirt, "I still don't see how it's the best ..."


Wyatt sighed, "It just is little brother." ... "Will you come outside now?"


Chris sighed, shrugging out of his brothers embrace, but still leaning on him, "I'm sorry, Wyatt, I just can't though. They're our fellow witches, our ... kin, so to speak. I just can't. I'm sorry."


Wyatt sighed, "Please, Chris. You can't stay in here forever. ... What if I orb you to somewhere else? Another dimension? Another city? Another continent? Will that do it for you?"


Chris laughed, "Wyatt ... You don't get it ... It's everywhere. No matter where I go, I'll still feel it. Feel that loss ... Of ... Them ..."


Wyatt sighed, "Chris."


"No, Wyatt," Chris whispered, "You should be able to feel it ... I know, I know that you love me Wyatt. I know all of that, I've always known. And always will. Everything you've done, I know, it's been for us. For me."


Wyatt sighed, "Fine, Chris. We'll just stay here until forever, until I can finally convince you to leave."


Chris sighed, snuggling back into Wyatt's arms, and into his embrace, "I love you, Wyatt."


Wyatt smiled softly, listening to Chris's breathing, and smiled again when he realized Chris was asleep, "I love you too, Chris. I love you too."



end.