These Shattering Memories
Chapter Ten
"Chris! Wake up, wake up buddy, come on. Don't let go," Leo cried, having a sense of de je vu, he couldn't lose Chris again. Wyatt put his hand over his brother but nothing happened, the golden light wouldn't glow. The family were completely freaking out with Wyatt still trying to heal Chris for about a minute when Chris took a sharp intake of breath of air and sat bolt up, panting.
"Chris!" Wyatt exclaimed, pulling his brother into a bone crushing hug, Melinda putting herself in the embraced.
"I-I don't understand… Gideon was an elder, why would he k-k-kill me?" Chris questioned confused so Piper and Leo explained everything to their children, Wyatt tried to put his arm around Chris for comfort but he pulled away, "this is too much," Chris commented before hastily standing up although he immediately regretted it when he felt a sharp pain in his stomach; groaning, he grabbed the spot in question.
"Sweetie what's wrong?" Piper questioned, standing by her son with a hand on his arm, a worried expression on his face.
"Nothing," he whispered, he looked toward his stomach but he just rushed up to his room after pushing his mother's touch away.
"What just happened?" Melinda questioned, he gaze falling upon her parents who were watching after Chris in disbelief.
"Chris just experienced the death of his past life," Leo answered in his wise elder tone.
Chris went straight to his room and was now sat on his bed, cross legged as the memory ran through his mind over and over.
"Stop it, stop it, stop it!" he chanted, with his fingers on his temples, he got progressively louder until he blew up. He yelled and threw the a photo from his bedside table into the wall by the door; the smash echoed loudly throughout and the manor and quickly Piper, Leo, Wyatt and Melinda were bursting through Chris' bedroom door.
"Sweetie, you're alright, you're alright," Piper soothed her little boy as she sat beside him and pulled him into her arms, stroking his hair. Wyatt searched for the source of the smash and his heart sank when his eyes fell upon the shattered photo of him and Chris, he quickly left the room for his own room.
"Hey Wyatt, you alright?" Leo called, having followed his eldest out into the hall way.
"Yeah I'm fine dad, just tired," Wyatt replied avoiding looking Leo in the eye.
"It's ok not to be you know," Leo told him, he could right through his façade especially as Wyatt was never the best liar anyway.
"He hates me, he smashed our photo, he hates me, dad," Wyatt theorised, his heart breaking as the words left his mouth.
"No he doesn't Wyatt, don't be ridiculous he loves you," Leo dismissed the idea immediately, viewing it as ludicrous.
"He does dad, he hates me," Wyatt didn't expect his father's words as tears started streaming down his face, Leo took his eldest son in his arms as the young man wept into his shoulder as the same thing happened with Piper and Chris. Melinda was stood in the door to Chris' room looking between her brothers as both adults broke down, two of the men that Melinda looked to for strength crying in their parents arms. Everyone went without dinner that night in the manor; the two boys crying themselves to sleep, Piper and Leo comforting each other until falling asleep whilst Melinda just lie awake the entire night. The next morning, breakfast left a lot to be desired as everybody ate in a morbid silence. Eleven o'clock that morning Paige orbed in with Phoebe.
"Piper, Leo," Phoebe called out stepping towards the stairs, the sister in question promptly stepped out of the kitchen with a fake smile plastered across her face.
"What happened last night then?" Paige asked curiously with an excited bounce in her stance.
"I think Chris nearly died," Piper's façade dropped as she recalled what happened to her sister with a frown.
"I hope he's alright, how are Wyatt and Melinda?" Phoebe asked and Piper replied with an explanation of the smashed photo incident. The three Halliwell sisters stood there in silence, no one knowing quite what to say.
"Hey Aunt Paige, Aunt Phoebe," Wyatt's voice came as he descended the stairs to see his aunts.
"Hey you ok?" Phoebe asked, hugging her eldest nephew tightly.
"I'm fine," he answered with a nervous and in denial chuckle.
"Where's your brother?" Piper asked her son, she didn't intend on making him feel like Chris was more important but that's what she did and she noticed the moment Wyatt's fake smile dropped into a frown. "I'm sorry sweetie, I'm just worried about him after yesterday," she apologised putting a hand on his face in an attempt to make him feel better.
"I know, you should go and talk to him. He's been in his room since breakfast and refuses to talk to anyone," Wyatt spoke softly and Piper told her she loved him before disappearing upstairs.
"Hey you can talk to us if you need," Paige told the eldest Halliwell progeny.
"No it's ok, I'm ok," Wyatt stated quietly, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
"I'll be right back, anyone a drink?" Phoebe asked but the pair shook their heads and Phoebe went to the kitchen to make herself a drink.
"If you wanna talk without anyone knowing you can talk to me, I won't tell anyone," Paige explained as they sat on the sofa by the stairs.
"Thanks Aunt Paige, I'll keep that in mind," Wyatt smiled weakly and sadly at his aunt.
"I'll be glad to help," Paige wrapped an arm around him and squeezed him in a one arm hug as a single tear slipped down his cheek, Paige pouted sadly at him and wiped the tear away.
"It was awful seeing him in that memory yesterday, it nearly killed him," Wyatt commented as his voice cracked. Paige didn't know what to say so she just hugged him tighter, he sighed and leaned into the comfort; Phoebe came back from the kitchen and was saddened by the sight so she joined the hug.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter, thought it was pretty uneventful towards the end… REVIEW!