Disclaimer like the last time.

I learnt that this story didn't appear in the list on the fanfiction site. Stupid thing! Has anyone else trouble seeing it? I know there are guys out there reading it because I got mails telling me who put this on their alert lists. Anyway, I hope it can be seen on the ff site now.

Next updates will take a few days, but I hope you like this. Don't forget to leave a review!

Thanks to my beta Laura!

Chapter 2

It was sunny on the day of the funeral. Not many people had come to say goodbye to Kat, her family had stopped talking to her years ago, when she had decided to go to California to become a TV reporter. She was only 18 when she left her home in Kentucky, so none of her family was there except for her 4 year old son and her husband.

Some people from the TV channel she worked were there and a few young women, who must be friends of her. All the other guests were the Halliwell family. None of them were there because of the deceased, though. They were here for Chris. Except for Wyatt and Rachel, who had been friends with Kat, even before she and Chris had married.

As he sat during the service Wyatt quietly observed his family. His mum and dad sat together next to Josh but the little boy didn't need anyone to watch over him. He just sat there on his chair, wearing tiny black jeans and a white shirt. Somehow he seemed bored. Sometimes he looked at the wodden coffin with dumb eyes. Maybe he didn't understand. But Wyatt had heard Leo explaining to him that his mum would never be back, because she went to a much brighter place. But he was only 4 years old, did he really understand?

Chris had the same bored look in his eyes. He leant back in his chair crossing his arms over his chest. He had used a To-Do-List which he placed on a clipboard, to arrange the funeral. He had done nothing else but calling people and crossing out the things he had done already.

His parents, Piper and Leo, seemed to at least listen to the minister. Piper sometimes snorted when the minister said something about Kat being a great mother or similar. Leo placed his hand on her knee.

In the second row sat Phoebe and Coop with their oldest daughter Penny, their two other daughters stayed at the Manor to prepare the last things for the wake. Paige and Henry had none of their children with them. Paige had said something about them being too young. But that must have been an excuse because the twins and Henry Junior were already 14 and 12.

Next to Coop there sat Victor Bennett. The old man showed no emotions at all. Chris had told him not to come, seeing that he was not feeling well over the last weeks. But Victor had insisted. Maybe he just wanted to leave the house again. He lived with Phoebe and Coop for almost 3 years now, since he fell in his bathroom and broke his hip joint. He had to walk on crutches ever since. But Victor was not a person to be stopped easily.

Wyatt then looked at Rachel, who smiled at him reassuringly.

No one was crying.

When the minister ended his speech someone's cell phone rang and you could hear a few people leaving.

Chris sighed. If Wyatt hadn't known it better, he'd say that his brother was really annoyed about all of this, especially going over to the grave where they had lowered the coffin in. But he stood up anyway, holding his hand out for his son.

"Do you want him to go over there?" Leo whispered.

"Yeah, sure."

Josh jumped of his chair and took his father's hand. The grass was a bit high and he had some difficutlies to drag his little feet over it. Obviously, his daddy noticed it too, because he felt himself being picked up. But that was okay for him he liked being so far above the bottom. He craned his neck to get a look into the hole. Grandpa had told him that his mommy was in this wodden box. Josh was wondering how she could breath in there. But he didn't dare to ask, as everyone was looking too serious and were so quiet. It was not too bad for him that his mum wouldn't be back again. But he'd like to tell her good bye at least. Surely, now his daddy would be happier. That was all that mattered. Mommy always made him angry and then he yelled at Josh, because she had left the apartement. But when mommy was away, the two of them had so much fun.

Chris looked at the coffin taking a deep breath. That was it. Surely, it shouldn't have had to end like this but it was an end at least. Finally, someone had put an end to this.

Josh started squirming in his arms lightly as it took him to long to just stand there.

"You want to throw a rose inside?" Chris asked and Josh nodded, not really understanding, why he should do that, but if his daddy told him to get a rose, then there must be a sense in that.

There stood a platter with white roses in it. Josh didn't trust these roses, maybe they still had thorns and thorns hurt. But Chris gave him one and the boy noticed that it was only the head of a rose.

"She hated roses," Chris mumbled and then bent down again, handing Josh another one. "Why don't you take two?"

Piper had decided to hold the wake in the Manor. She never had liked her daughter-in-law. She hated the fact that her son had to marry at the age of 18 because a child was on its way. Of course, she loved her grandson and would never give him away. But she would have loved him the same, if he would have been born at least 5 years later as well. Piper had met Kat the first time, when Chris had told them that they had gotten married. The next time, they met had been Josh's first birthday. She never attended family dinners. She didn't even come to the birthday parties.

The wake in the Manor was almost as quiet as the funeral itself. No one told stories about their time with the deceased.

The men of the Halliwell family were sitting together on the sofa and armchairs in the living room. The teenage cousins had already left and Piper was in the kitchne most of the time. Some people from the TV channel Kat worked for were there. They stood together with Phoebe and Paige in the conservatory, doing some small talk.

Piper brought her father the tea, he wanted. "Chris, you should go over to the other guests. I'm sure they want to express their condolences."

"Probably," Chris commented not even making an effort to stand up.

"I could go with you," Wyatt purposed.

"They'll come to me, if they want something."

Josh climbed on his father's lap. "I'm bored," he complained.

"Me too," Chris nodded.

"Chris!" Piper scolded, but her youngest son only shrugged. Her son. He seemed like a stranger to her now. This unbelievable woman had ruined her baby.

"Chris?" Some guys from the channel had entered the living room. One of them was Derek, Kat's partner. They hosted the TV show together. He should have been in the plane too, but he got sick and Kat had to travel alone.

"We are so sorry," a woman said. She looked like Kat. Every woman at the channel looked like Kat. Except for the make up artists they had some style.

"Don't be," Chris replied.

"We'll miss Kat badly really. We just decided that Derek would host a show with the best of Kat's work."

"I guess, she'd like that," Chris said "especially if Derek hosts it." He smiled at the man in question somehow evilly.

The woman nodded. The TV people said their goodbyes all except Derek. "It's so bad. I mean, I should feel so grateful for still being alive but I can't. All I'm thinking of is that I should have been in the plane, too."

"That's right," Chris said. God, he hated Derek, such an ugly, slimy guy.

"I'll really miss her."

"Oh, yeah, I guess, you will. I mean you were close, as colleagues."

Derek nodded. He crouched down, smiling at Josh. "Hey, sport, what would you say to football tickets? Front row and maybe an autograph from the team."

Josh frowned. He had noticed that his dad couldn't stand the man. Men his dad didn't like, usually were bad guys. "I don't know. I have to ask my daddy first."

"Oh, daddy wouldn't mind, right?"

Chris put Josh down and got up. Derek did the same, but Chris still hovered over him. "Listen, Derek, it really was enough that you made my wife such nice presents. You don't have to go on with my son."

"What are you referring to?"

"The earrings, the necklace, the watch, the robe…"

"Well, Kat was a beautiful woman, she deserved beautiful things."

"Right and I'm sure, she was really, really grateful."

Derek looked around nervously. Chris may still be a kid compared to him, but there was something about the young brunette Halliwell, that always made Derek feel uncomfortable.

"Hey, she knew about your nights out too," Derek said.

"I hope so, genius. I told her."

Derek's smirk vanished. "Well, it's bad about the football tickets, without Kat's money, I'm sure the poor boy will never see a stadium form the inside, unless, you are the hot dog vender."

Chris laughed slightly and took a step backward. He flicked his wrist, sending Derek stumbling into the next wall.

Piper yelped noticing what happened and froze the room. "Have you lost your mind?" she shouted. "What was this whole scene about anyway?"

"Nothing, sorry," Chris said. His mother frowned but unfroze the room anyway; at the same moment Chris used his telekinesis to sent a framed picture to hit Derek on the head.

"Oh, my God!" Phoebe exclaimed. She, Piper and Paige rushed over to the TV presenter.

Chris only shrugged and left the living room.

Leo whispered towards his oldest son: "Wyatt, we will send the guests home. Go to your brother. I'll care of Josh."

Wyatt nodded. He found Chris sitting at the kitchen table a bottle of bown liquid in front of him, emptying his first glass with one gulp. Wyatt frowned: "Whiskey again?"

"Original Tennessee Whiskey," Chris replied chuckling. "Do you want some?" He had already filled a second glass.

Wyatt shook his head. "You shouldn't either. It's your wife's wake."

"Right, wasn't it nice that mom made a cake? She always complained about not having been able to bake a wedding cake. Now, she could make one for the funeral, really unique."

Wyatt shook his head. "What was this scene with Derek?"

"Oh, I just wanted to thank him for fucking my wife."

"Well, I understood you were fucking around, too. So what kind of marriage was that?"

"What the hell do you know?"

"I know, that my nephew lost his mom and his dad is not really himself anymore."

"I'm more myself than I have been for ages. So, what are you referring to?" Chris poured himself another drink.

"That!" Wyatt pointed at the bottle and took it away from Chris. But he just got it back telekinetically. "Do you even notice what you use your powers for?"

"Yes, I do, Wy."

"Daddy!" Josh rushed over to his father all excited about what his grandfather had just purposed. "Grandpa said I could play with Uncle Wyatt's old train. Can I?"

"Sure," Chris replied, drinking another shot.

Josh wrinkled his nose. His daddy smelled equally as a few nights ago. Over the last week the little boy had understood that the smell came out of the bottle with the brown drink. He had seen his dad drinking this stuff almost everyday, but he didn't always smell that bad. Maybe you had to drink a certain amount. The bad smell also meant that his dad was going to be acting strange and that scared Josh. He turned around and ran back to his grandfather, eager to play with the train.

Wyatt watched his brother drinking even more.

"You know Wy, you should dumb Rachel because…." Chris stopped. "Because…if you don't…well there's no other reason than she being a woman." Chris laughed almost hysterically. But Piper's stern voice stopped him. "What have you been thinking out there? Using your powers agains an innocent?"

"But mom, it was Derek," Chris pouted almost sounding like a little kid.

Piper placed her hands on her hips. "Have you been drinking?"

"No. Wyatt did."

Piper snorted. "Sure. Wyatt help your brother upstairs so he can rest for a while."

"I don't need to rest!" Chris yelled. He stood up, stumbling and knocking down the glass, he had been drinking from. "I'm fine. We have to go home!"

Piper was glad, she had sent the guests home. She never cared too much about what others thought about her, but her son's behaviour was absolutely inappropriate.

Chris leant agains the banister, screaming for his son. Piper looked at Wyatt helplessly.

Josh climbed down the stairs with Leo behind him. He wanted to go on playing with the train. Grandpa could make the right noises so well.

"We gotta go home," Chris told him.

Leo frowned noticing his son's obviously drunken state.

"Chris honey, why don't you stay her with us at least for tonight?" Piper asked.

"Ridiculous," Chris stumbled, hitting Josh, who complained at once. "Hey, you are so small. Why don't you grow up a bit?"

"I'm four."

"That's no excuse."

The other family members gathered in the hallway, eying the situation carefully.

Chris looked through his pocktes and finally found his car keys. "Come on, we gotta go!"

"Chris! Chris!" Wyatt took his brother by the shoulders. "Chris, you can not drive home."

"He's right, son. You are drunk," Leo told him.

"I'm fine!" Chris yelled. He held out his hand for Josh to take, but his son hid his hands behind his back.

"I want to stay here with grandpa and play with the train."

"And who cares about that? You're coming with me!"

Josh shook his head vehemently but he had no chance. His dad had already grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward.

Suddenly, Victor blocked Chris' way. "Let him go!" he said.

"Why grandpa, you have some clever advise, too?" Chris asked. But he let Josh go anyway.

"You can drive your car. You'll probably get yourself killed. But Josh stays here."

"And who are you to tell me anything?" Chris retorded

Victor frowned. He leant one of his crutches agains the wall and raised his hand and slapped him in the face. "Get a grip! And give me the keys!"

Chris looked at his grandfather with large eyes. He took his car keys and handed them over to his grandfather.

"How about you lay down for a while?"

Wyatt nodded and took his brother around the waist, helping him up the stairs.

"I hate whiskey, such a bad guy. Always making daddy act stupid," Josh told the adults around him.

Wyatt let his brother drop onto the bed.

"My old room!" Chris slurred.

"Right, come on. Lay down properly," Wyatt helped his brother out of his clothes.

"Wy? Wy!"

"Yeah Chris, I hear you." Wyatt sat dwon on the edge of the bed. He stroke some dark bangs out of his eyes, just like he'd done with his nephew a few days ago.

"Wy, I want you to take Josh home with you! Mom will yell my head off tomorrow and I don't want him to hear."

"Okay, I'll take him."

"But you have to give him back to me tomorrow."

"Of course," Wyatt smiled.

"He's all I have, Wy."

"I know. Just rest a bit now."

"I have no money left, Wy. Kat gave everything to her parents. Can you believe that? They weren't even at the funeral and got everything, except for 5,000 that was left for Josh. I started a college fond for him. Unbelievable! He's only 4."

"He'll be 18 sooner than you want."

"Probably."

Wyatt sighed in relief seeing his brother's eyelids drop.

When the blond witch arrived in the living room again, his family looked at him expectantly.

"He's out like a light. He told me to take Josh for the night."

Piper nodded. "Okay." She looked so defeated. Wyatt knew on instant something else was wrong.

"Josh just told us, Chris acts like this very often," Phoebe explained.

"Like what?"

"Stupid like that, you know drunk!"

"Come on, Josh is only 4. What does he know about alcohol?" Wyatt was not ready to accept this.

"Well he knows that his dad buys two bottles like that one over there, every week." Paige said pointing on the whiskey bottle.

"My baby is an alcoholic," Piper sniffed.

"We don't know that," Wyatt insisted. He took a deep breath.

Rachel entered the living room. Even though the Halliwell family had accepted her like a relative, she felt like this was something she shouldn't interrupt. "Piper, I cleaned up the kitchen."

"Thanks, honey."

"We are taking Josh for the night Rachel, okay?" Wyatt said. "He just told me, he can't afford to keep the apartement anymore, since he lost his job last week."

Leo shook his head. "Why isn't he telling us things like this earlier?"

"He told me days ago, but I thought it was a joke since he was…" Suddenly it hit him. "Drunk."

It was not as easy as Wyatt had thought to persue his nephew to leave his father at the Manor. Josh was a smart guy and he was use to them only staying at his grandparents until the food was gone. His dad staying over night meant something serious has happened. But eventually Wyatt was able convince him, that they'll have more fun with Josh then he would have with his grandparents.

"We will talk to Chris tomorrow. Maybe we can convince him to stay with us, which is something he should have done so from the beginning," Leo said. "Moreover he needs to find help for his alcohol addiction."