Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed. This chapter has dialogue taken directly from Charmed which I don't own either.
A/N: Also thanks to Charmed Wiki which helped in the making of this chapter.
Peter kept true to his word and didn't speak at all, in fact he hardly moved from his position on the bed staring up at the ceiling. Chris eventually found himself lying beside Peter staring at the ceiling as well. He stared at the ceiling so long he got lost in a memory. While his memories were separated now it didn't stop old memories, ones that he didn't particularly want to remember from cropping up.
Chris orbed in no longer able to put this off, he had to make sure that he hadn't changed everything for the worst.
"Hey." he attempted to say nonchalantly staring at his mom and his aunt Paige. His mother seemed bugged by him for some reason as did his aunt.
"Chris" the way she said his name confirmed that for some reason she was annoyed with him, before he had much time to dwell on that Paige said.
"Okay, if this is about demons, I don't wanna hear it, 'cause I am on my lunch break." Chris quickly said.
"No, no, no, I just wanted to know how it went with the doctor." The sentences of the outside seemed he was concerned about his own well being. And he wa,s but that wasn't all he was concerned about. He was wondering if his meddling had even more severe consequences that he originally intended.
"Well you'll be happy to know you're a boy." His mom said showing him his ultrasound.
"That's not what I meant." Chris said searching the ultrasound discreetly, which while disturbing Chris eyes quickly found it also to be devastating. There was only one baby there. What they didn't know and what Chris was now never going to tell them, was that in his future he had been born as a twin. Chris was shaken out of his depressing thoughts by Paige.
"I don't see it."she said staring at the ultrasound. Chris had just enough time to start feeling embarrassed when he's mother added
"Oh, see, it's this little thing right here." his despair was temporarily replaced by embarrassment and the need to keep his Mom and Aunt from looking to closely at...him.
"Whoa! Chris immediately grabbed the ultrasound and said."Excuse me. Do you mind?" then looked at it himself and looked for anything that could possibly be his brother. The bell of the elevator he had orbed into dinged and Chris put the ultrasound in his pocket for a longer looking at session. The elevator doors opened Chris, his mom and aunt Paige walked out of the elevator heading probably towards Paige's car.
"Why are you so edgy, anyway? Relax." his mother said. Chris had to stifle the argue to laugh hysterically, relax, relax, she wasn't the one who had had to live in his world. She wasn't the one who had loved his brother more then anything and now because of his intervention he would no longer get to have his brother. But that's was nothing he could tell his mother, since he had vowed never to tell her about the brother he was no longer going to have.
"Well, it's not me in there I was thinking about, it's you. I'm just making sure you're okay." Chris lied smoothly completely covering up his sadness with concern.
"See, that's where I'd ask for money to go to the movies."Paige said.
"Very funny. Actually, in the future, you're the one I go to for money." Chris cursed himself inwardly, even though they now knew they were his family he didn't want to get too attached to them. That kind of answer would only spark more questions.
"Ooh, why, am I rich?" This time Chris was smarter and answered in the way he should have before even though he knew that they hated that particular answer.
"I can't tell you that." Please just drop it, please just drop it Chris silently chanted.
"What about me? I'm your mother. Why didn't you come to me for money?" his mom asked. Because your dead Chris silently answered and dead people can't give you money to go see the movies. Aloud he lied again.
"Because I don't want to bother you, you have too much to deal with." Chris could tell they were not going to drop it and wished he had just keep his big mouth shut.
"What about your dad?" Great now they change the subject to his least favorite one Leo. How does someone say Leo was a dirt bag who was never around in the nicest way possible?
"Uh, Leo's not much of a factor." Chris hoped they left it at that, but knew that they wouldn't he wasn't surprised when Aunt Paige asked.
"What does that mean?" Chris decided to be somewhat honest.
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"Future consequences?" his mother asked. Chris decided to give them a small bone because it would probably come up some time or another.
"More like future issues."
"Ooh, father-son problems." he was tired of talking about Leo and he really wanted to get away from the subject of family issues, because they reminded him of the brother he would no longer have.
"I have an idea, let's change the subject."
"To what?" A woman in black and white dropped down in front of them from the roof. Chris reacted on instinct and pulled his mother out of the way from the woman who was most likely a demon. Unfortunately he was not fast enough and he felt his neck on fire. Chris heard his Aunt yell
"Extinguisher!" Chris watched as the fire extinguisher flied towards the woman but she jumped over it. Piper flicked her hands at her but she just turned into a spider and ran away. Chris got up and extended his hand and helped his mom to her feet.
"You guys okay?" Paige asked. After he saw that his mom and aunt Paige looked fine, he realized he might be injured. His neck stung a little he moved his head so they could see his neck.
"I don't know. Am I?"They were starring at his neck but not saying anything Chris repeated "Am I?"
"I don't know."
Chris jumped out of the memory and off the bed. Peter stared at him concerned.
"Chris are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah just a memory." Chris said slowly.
"Which one." Peter asked hesitantly after a few minutes.
"I found out that what I did would cost me you." Chris replied slowly.
Peter POV.
Peter could tell from Chris's voice and expression (although he was trying to hide it) how much pain Chris was in. How much guilt he was feeling because of his actions. He had no idea how he would deal with the guilt if he were in Chris's position. He wished he could just get over it quickly for his brother's sake, but he was having a hard time letting it go. His whole life had been erased, his mom and Dad and the rest of his family had stared at him like he was a stranger and his mom had looked at him with open distrust. His wife had never met him and his son had never been born. Although maybe that one was for the best. Dylan had only been an infant when he had died, maybe it was better that he hadn't been born at all.
"You know you brought a good point." Chris said after a long moment of silence. Peter couldn't figure out what Chris was talking about so he asked.
"And what point would that be?"
"We don't know if we are twins this time around. Don't you think we should figure that out?"
"How do we do that?"
"To call a lost witch spell." Peter nodded he should have known that it was a spell that their mom often used to find their aunts when they were missing. Peter and Chris had no need for the spell though, as long as their bond was open all they had to was think of the other person and then orb to them.
"In order to do that we'd need to go the manor or my apartment." Chris admitted. Peter didn't want to go to either, he didn't want to see his mom or Dad but especially not Wyatt.
"Is he in your apartment?" he asked Chris. Chris sighed.
"He's not the person, who did all those things he's good."
"By all those things I'm sure you remember that he ordered the deaths of my wife and son and personally killed me."
"You don't know that he order their deaths."
"Whether or not he personally order it or the demons just got them, it was his fault they were able to."
"Whether it was or not it doesn't matter!"Peter eyes glared at Chris. Of course it mattered! "Whatever that Wyatt did, it wasn't this Wyatt. This Wyatt would have never have done any of those things!"Peter made sure to take a few deep breaths before speaking, so that he could say what he wanted to calmly and not scream it at the top of his lungs like he wanted to.
"Look Chris I may be able to acknowledge that enough to be able to hold my wanting revenge in check from afar; but I'm not yet to the point where I can hold it in check if we we're in the same room. So if you want to do that spell answer me, is he or he is not in your apartment?" Chris closed his eyes for a moment then opened them.
"No, no one's there." Peter nodded and after a moment of hesitation placed his hand on Chris's upper arm. Chris orbed the both of them to a place he had never seen before. It was an apartment, a nice one modern, clean. However any and all thought about the apartment itself dropped away when he saw a picture. Wyatt and Chris grinning at the camera. They were close that much was very clear. In his absence Chris had bonded heavily with Wyatt, the person who had hurt him so and made his blood boil in anger. He knew rationally that this Wyatt hadn't done any of the things that his Wyatt had ; that Chris hadn't had any way of knowing about him or any reason not to get close to his presumed only sibling, but the picture of them being chummy with each other caused his blood to boil.
Peter took a few calming breaths and made his way past the main room towards the open kitchen, Chris right behind him. Peter made his way to the cupboards and opened one, regular spices he closed it. The opened the next one which was spices used for magic and cooking he grabbed the rosemary and closed the cupboard. Peter went to the next one and opened it. This time Chris grabbed the yarrow root and Cypress along with a silver mortar and pestle. Peter stood back and watched Chris put a pinch of of rosemary in the mortar, along with some of the yarrow root and Cypress he started to grind the items together while chanting.
Powers of the witches rise
Course unseen across the skies
Chris telepathically told him you should probably leave now. Peter nodded and orbed to the back room at P3 again, after checking to make sure it was still empty. He looked around at the room nervously. What if it didn't work? What if they weren't really brothers this time around? Even though them not being brothers wouldn't really make sense, since he could orb and their powers so far seemed to work the same as they had before. Peter found his body wrapped in the golden orbs that were associated with the spell and found himself back in Chris's apartment. Chris grinned to him and Peter grinned but only for a moment before his smile dimmed.
"So we are brothers this time around." Peter said aloud pensively, at Chris's look he added "Which I am glad about, really glad but doesn't it make you wonder?" Chris nodded and Peter continued.
"We're brothers, which means that we were both born together but mom doesn't remember giving birth to two babies. In fact according to the memory we saw no one remembers it... So doesn't that make you wonder... what has that kind of power and why they wanted me away from you?" Chris nodded and looked even more pensive.
Of course that was when Wyatt orbed in interrupting their pondering, he looked between Chris and Peter confused. Wyatt opened up his mouth to say something but Peter couldn't stay there. He wanted revenge, he really hated Wyatt, but he also knew that this Wyatt wasn't his Wyatt. Chris really cared for this Wyatt so instead he just orbed out.
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