Apologies for the mix up. I was in a rush to get to work and posted the chapter for another story instead of this one. Anyway, I can guarantee that if you're reading this message you are definitely on the right chapter now.

This is "Could It Be Any Harder" Chapter 7...

Thank you to those who reviewed chapter 6, even though it is still a little confusing, I hope that this will help you out a little. There is some Chris in this just so you know, for all those Chris fans. Anyhoo, enjoy

Could It Be Any Harder

Chapter 7

Wyatt gazed out of the window as the San Francisco streets ran by him. The weather was different here compared to New York, it was dark and cloudy as if it was just ready to rain. Wyatt shifted his gaze back to the flower in his hand, white orchids, for some reason Chris was always fascinated with this flower, he never knew why but it had always been his favourite.

"You alright buddy?" Coop said looking at his nephew who looked up and smiled. His Uncle Henry drove with Paige in the passenger seat. Coop, Phoebe and Wyatt were sitting in the back.

"Yeah, just…thinking." Wyatt said, turning his attention back to the window as the streets rolled by him.

"I know how much you loved him Wyatt." Coop said looking at his nephew. Being a Cupid, Coop could tell and right now Wyatt was closed off to love, he had formed a shield around his own heart to protect himself from getting hurt again.

"But that didn't save him." Wyatt said silently as Phoebe sighed, while Paige glanced at her husband, who exchanged a glance of worry.

"Everything happens for a reason sweetie." Phoebe said as Wyatt closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

"Please don't…" Wyatt said looking at his aunt, he didn't want to loose his temper again with his family, its not often he gets to see them. "I am so sick and tired of hearing that bullshit."

"Wyatt, there was nothing we…" Henry started but Wyatt cut him off.

"No, there are always way, nothing is impossible." Wyatt said shaking his head just as a memory flashed into his head.

--Flashback--

It was night at the Halliwell Manor, eighteen year old Wyatt Halliwell was tuning on the lights around the house, just as he heard a loud noise emanating from upstairs room.

"Chris," Wyatt called out but when he heard no answer, he rushed upstairs fearing it was maybe a demon, "Chris…" Wyatt shouted as he reached his brother's room, he slowed down as he realised it was not a demon. The room door was opened, just like always, seeing as Chris always panicked when it was closed. Wyatt walked in to see his sixteen-year-old brother sitting on the floor mumbling something with his books thrown all over the room, "Chris is everything alright?" Wyatt asked as he slowly entered the room and sat down next to him, while Chris lightly rocked back and forth, mumbling something under his breath, "Chris, what's wrong? Chris, come on you know you can tell me?" Wyatt said as Chris pointed to the books.

Without another word, Wyatt crawled and gathered them and placed them in front of Chris.

"Is it okay now?" Wyatt asked as Chris shook his head, before Chris began to take each book from the stack and placed it on another place, until he reached a book of Europe, then he began flipping until he reached the Eiffel tower. Then Chris got up and grabbed what seemed like ice popsicle sticks that he collected and sat back down next to Wyatt without a word and began to make what Wyatt figured as the tower,

As he watched Chris trying to put few sticks together, he saw his brother's frustration when they would not stick together.

"Chris cant do it no more." Chris mumbled as Wyatt smiled.

"Here let me do it," Wyatt said waving his hand as all the sticks flew around before forming the tower before Chris magically, however Chris shook his head and didn't look at the tower, he just looked at the carpet.

"Wyatt, use magic," Chris said, rocking back and forth again, "No magic, magic bad. Chris do himself, Wyatt no help." Chris said as Wyatt exhaled.

"Fine," Wyatt said holding his hand out as the tower collapsed, "Here you go then," Wyatt said as he orbed a glue pot into his hand, "Look what I got for you Chris. Look over here."

"Chris build himself, Wyatt make food." Chris said still looking down at the carpet, never once at his brother.

"Okay I will go, but don't get any glue on carpet and call me if you need anything," Wyatt said placing the glue pot down before walking out.

--End of Flashback--

Wyatt blinked as he pushed that memory away. Even though that night Chris made a complete mess of his clothes, hair and the carpet with the glue, he still managed to do what to him seemed like a tower. That day Chris taught him that nothing was impossible, it may seem easier for Wyatt or others but for Chris it was very difficult, as he did not think like others. It took Chris three days but he built the towers and to Chris it was a great accomplishment.

Wyatt clenched his jaw as he felt the prickling sensation at back of his eyes. Just thinking of his brother made his heart ache, it hurt so much. No matter how many years, he would never forget Chris his baby brother.

"Wyatt, we are here honey…" Phoebe said interrupting his thoughts as Wyatt realised they were at the San Francisco Cemetery. Without a word Wyatt got out of the car.

"We'll be at the car." Paige said giving her nephew's hand a firm squeeze as Wyatt gave a little nod, with that Paige and others left, leaving Wyatt alone.

Wyatt looked around the crypt, he saw his aunt Prue, was buried next to Grams in the left, below her was his grandmother Patty, next to her right was grandpa Victor, below them were Piper's and Leo's names fixed upon the walls.

However Chris' was little different, his coffin was encased beneath a marble tomb with angels looking down at the tomb, something Wyatt wanted as he was special so his burial place had to be special too.

Wyatt exhaled deeply as he turned around and let himself he slide down to the floor next to the tomb burying his face in his hands.

"I am so sorry Chris," Wyatt whispered before looking up at the ceiling, "I am sorry I failed you…I miss you so much buddy." Wyatt spoke as he felt tears blur his vision. All Wyatt wanted to do was someone to comfort him, to tell him that everything that happened so far was nothing but a dream. He wants his parents back again, he wanted to go back being young again so he can be looked after, rather than being an adult, even when he was just a kid himself.

Wyatt lost so much in his life, yet Chris was the biggest out of them all, the impact of losing his brother was so huge even the sisters feared that Wyatt is going to rip apart the world. Wyatt was even tempted to give in to the dark side, to run away from pain, to take away his sadness, but he realised Chris would never forgive Wyatt if he did something like that. Wyatt summoned every demon possible to gain information on how to bring back his brother, every spell he could cast, every magical being he could summon, yet they all said one thing, unless he saved Chris by going back in time, there was nothing they could do.

Wyatt was even ready to plunge into a darker side of the magical world to bring back Chris from dead, but every one warned that what he brought back may not be Chris, but a soul so black to inhabit. That was when Wyatt knew he was defeated, the magic had given up on him, just like it did when his Aunt Prue died so he gave up on magic.

He relinquished his charges, but he didn't relinquish his powers, they were his birth right something that connected him with his mother and father and also his brother.

"Wyatt, sweetie…" Said a soft voice.

"Mom…" Wyatt said looking up to find his Aunt Phoebe standing there. He sighed, disappointed that it was not his mom and even worse that he let himself believe that magic just might do him a favour, "Aunt Phoebe…"

"Its time to go," Phoebe said as Wyatt checked his watch to realise he was inside for over an hour. Inhaling a deep breath, Wyatt got up, roughly wiping his eyes as he grabbed the flowers from the floor and gently placed them on the marble tomb.

"Love you Chris." Wyatt whispered as he saw the flowers on the tomb move in a breeze, which looked as if Chris was telling Wyatt the same thing, so with a smile the Twice Blessed left with the Charmed One.


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