Disclaimer: Still I don't own Charmed, and it's characters.

The older boy stared in shock as his brother fell to his knees. He never seen him so defeated, hurting, and lost before. His brother always was close to their mother, so these words surely hurt him very deeply. No wonder he could feel his anguish through their bond even with all the barriers up. Not wasting anymore time he walked to Chris and pulled him into a hug. Meanwhile Leo tried to make sense with everything he witnessed. Why did their annoying Whitelighter looked so hurt when Piper kicked him out? And why did Wyatt care so much?

"She didn't know, Chris. She just didn't know," Wyatt said quietly, trying to console his sobbing brother.

"That doesn't make it any better," cried the Whitelighter.

"No, it doesn't."

"God, Wy. I can't take it anymore." Wyatt froze once again. This was very bad. Gently he pushed Chris away a little, so he could take his face into his hands and look him in the eyes.

"Yes, you can." he told him firmly. "I've always admired your strength. No matter what I threw at you, you kept fighting. You've never given up. It annoyed me to no end, but I was proud of you. I still am. I love you, Chris. I have faith in you. If there's something you can save me from, you can do it. No matter what." Chris nodded and, smiling slightly, buried his face into Wyatt's shoulder. Wyatt made himself comfortable against the wall and pulled his brother closer, stroking his hair. After a while the Whitelighter calmed down, but neither of them moved, not wanting to let the other go.

"When you went to the past, Leo came to me, looking for you," said Wyatt casually, causing the past version of that very same Leo to listen intently.

"And?" Chris couldn't care less. The Twice Blessed chuckled.

"When I told him that you went to the past to save me, he was livid. He gave me a lecture, but I wasn't paying attention. Something about future consequences? Then he demanded that I go right away and retrieve you." The young Whitelighter snorted. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking at that time. I was busy. With you out of the way I could finally begin conquer the world. I didn't have time for this; so, in the end, I send Leo to Valhalla." Chris started to laugh, while Leo looked disgusted. Wyatt watched his brother, wondering why he was laughing. He knew Chris would find it amusing, but to this point? "Want to fill me in on the joke?"

"W-when I..." He had to take a deep breath to calm down. "When I came here, I made Leo an Elder to help the sisters beat the Titans. When that was over, I became their Whitelighter. Leo was suspicious, so I needed to get him out of the way for a while. So I s-sent him to Val-Valhalla." He started laughing again. Wyatt looked at him in amazement. It was over eight years ago since he had seen his brother laugh so carelessly. It was also the first time in years that he could spend time with his little brother without thinking about anything else and since he had needed him so badly. Suddenly traveling back to the future and leading the battle against Resistance didn't seem so appealing. He smiled; he had made his choice whether Chris liked it or not. He squished him closer and kissed his forehead. Chris sobered immediately and pulled away slightly, staring at him.

"What that was for?"

"Just because." He lifted his hand and gently stroked his cheek and then his hair, finally resting his hand on his neck. "I want to help you."

"You helped already." Chris looked him in the eyes and saw only adoration and love. The evil tyrant was gone, leaving only the brother he knew before everything went to hell, the brother he wanted to save. Wyatt chuckled shaking his head.

"No, I mean I want to stay here, with you, and make sure you don't kill yourself."

The young Whitelighter stared at him, shocked. "What about your evil empire? You're just going to abandon it?"

"It will still be standing when I get back."

"But you don't even believe that something turned you evil." Chris started panicking slightly.

"But you do," Wyatt answered stroking his hair again, trying to calm him down. "I don't want to stop you or anything. I just want to be here to protect you, just in case."

"This has got to be some sort of illusion." Chris pulled away, got up, and started pacing.

"It's not!" Wyatt exclaimed, getting to his feet as hurt flashed across his face. But, on the other hand, could he really blame his little brother for his reaction? He never really showed him, but he still cared for him despite everything that happened in past years. "Please, Chris, let me help."

Whitelighter looked around in full panic mode searching for a way out. Wyatt moved slowly, trying not to frighten his brother further, and stood near the bed. In the end, when he knew Chris would throw him, he would have a soft landing. Younger boy turned to him warily.

"What are you trying to accomplish?" he asked.

"Nothing." Wyatt shook his head.

"It can't be nothing. You always want something. Stop tricking me!"

"I'm not trying to do anything to you."

"You're lying!" Chris waved his hand and Wyatt stumbled onto bed. He slowly got up.

"I'm not. I love you Chris. I just want to help."

"You don't! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" The young Whitelighter had tears in his eyes now. It was too much for him to handle. Wyatt knew this and opened his arms, offering the comfort that his brother needed.

"Come here, my sweet little brother," he said softly. Leo's mouth dropped open in disbelief. Chris shook his head vehemently. Older boy just smiled warmly. "Come here."

Chris took a step forward, despite himself, and then another. His brother was so inviting, seemed to be so caring and yet he still expected to be attacked. It was just too much and he wanted it to end. He broke down falling into Wyatt's embrace.

Wyatt didn't budge when Chris almost threw himself at him. He hugged him tightly, stroking his hair and rubbing his back comfortingly. "It's okay. I promise. You're safe," he whispered to him soothingly as he cried once again. After a while Chris started to calm down and Wyatt figured that it was okay to move, but stopped when Chris made a protesting sound. "It's okay. We're just going to lie down, okay?" he said not wanting to agitate him further. "You may hold on, but I have to let you go just for a few seconds." He quickly moved aside the quilt and embraced his brother again, reassuring him that he wasn't going to leave. Then he gently maneuvered them to lie down in bed, which was easier said than done since Chris had a death grip around his neck and refused to let go. Finally he pulled quilt over them and laid on his back with Chris half lying on top of him, with his face buried in his neck. Soon he fell asleep. Wyatt waited some more time to make sure he didn't wake up and asked aloud, "Did you have fun?"

Leo looked around searching someone to whom his son could be talking.

"I'm talking to you, Leo." Wyatt was amused. "I knew you were here the entire time. Chris probably would have known, too, if he wasn't so upset."

Leo dropped his invisibility and walked over to his sons.

"You really are Wyatt?" he asked.

"That's right."

"And Chris is your younger brother?"

"Yes."

"Amazing," the Elder whispered and reached out his hand to stroke his younger son's hair. Wyatt's face flashed in anger and he pulled Chris closer to him and away from their father.

"Don't you dare to touch him!" he growled.

"What?" Leo backed away startled.

"As you may heard we are not too fond of you. Especially Chris."

"Why?"

Wyatt smirked. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you're Up There all the time and never show up when we needed you? When Chris and mom needed you? She died in his arms, damnit! You didn't show up when he called for you to heal her! When I got there, it was almost too late for him, too. The demons that did that had hell to pay. And they were an example to others; they should all be doing what I want in the way that I want it done. But back to Chris. I healed him and called for you. And, what surprise, you orbed in instantly. Chris told us what happened, and you!" He laughed. "You started yelling at him that it was his fault. Oh gosh, I didn't know what I should do. In the end, I threw you out, calmed Chris down, and went to punish those demons."

"No!" said Leo in pure horror. "I wouldn't do that to my own child."

"Maybe, maybe not. But you did it in our time, so just live with it. Oh, and, if I were you, I would make sure that the sisters won't freak out on us in the morning. Chris needs the rest and I may become... unpleasant."

"What do you mean?" Leo frowned.

"What did Chris tell you?" Wyatt sighed.

"That he came from the future to save you from evil. Recently, we discovered that he is half witch and that he's trying to save you from turning evil. And, now I know, that he's my son."

"That's all?" Wyatt was surprised.

"Yeah."

"That idiot," the evil ruler mumbled. "Well, Chris still believes that there is good and evil. I don't. It's all about power. I'm the most powerful being in the world, so I rule it. And if anything or anyone stands in my way... well, let's just say that if I kill someone right away I'm in merciful mood." Elder paled and his son smirked. "Want me to go on?"

"I think that's enough." Leo was surprised that he could stay so calm in this situation. He looked over the crib, worried.

"I won't hurt myself," said Wyatt somewhat incredulous.

"Okay. But why didn't you, I mean, little you, not put up the shield when you were near?"

"Why should he? I am him after all."

"Yes, but he always raised the shield when Chris was near. Until tonight."

"Really?" Now Wyatt was interested. His little self must see his brother as a treat. But why? Chris didn't come to kill him or hurt him, only to protect him and little Wyatt must know that. But if that's not it, then what is it? "Of course. The link."

"What link?" Leo asked, confused.

"We're brothers. We share a bond, something like the Charmed Ones, but much stronger. He must have used it and, whenever he was near, he told little me to activate the shield."

"Why?"

"I don't know," said Wyatt irritated. "I can't read his mind when he's asleep and blocking me."

Suddenly Leo looked up at the ceiling. "I have to go," he said and orbed away.

Wyatt snorted, checked on his brother, and went to sleep.