SSSSOOOO sorry. Really. Sorry. Um… I love you? *high pitched, squeaky voice* Please don't hurt me! I know it's been forever. I just have had NO motivation to write, nor any clue as to what to write about. Sorry! It's also been quite a while since I've been into Charmed, but, I've sort of kind of started to become interested in it again, so, cross your fingers! I'll have more out eventually. : ) And… uh… ignore what it says at the end of the last chapter. I hadn't looked at that when I was writing this so… that's not what happened this is. Yeah. Sorry for any confusion.
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"What do you mean you sent him?"
"Chris, would you just shut up, sit down, and let Luke explain? Please?" Piper sighed.
Her son refused to move, just continued to stand there, glaring at her. It hurt her to see the look of suspicion in Chris eyes.
Chris had always been her baby, her favorite. She truly did love Wyatt with all her heart, but he was always more interested in his father's opinion instead of what she thought and felt. But Christopher, her baby Christopher… he'd never felt the love of his father. He always felt unloved by Leo, though he was named for his father's father. Piper had wanted to name him Victor, after her own, but Leo had begged, had pleaded that they remember his own. That way Chris could have the name of one grandfather and know the love of the other.
When she had told Chris that, he had been ten, and very cynical. He had come to discover what his father felt. Or at least, thought he felt…
Oh, my baby… If you only had the slightest clue. If you only knew what he would do for you… What I would do for you…Sweetheart, you will never know… Damn it Piper, you never should have promised him – so what if he begged, pleaded? You should not have promised to never tell Chris so long as you were alive…
Piper groaned.
"Piper?" Everyone spoke her name in unison.
"Hmmm? Sorry, I was being an idiot. Forgot I was technically dead."
"Forgot? How the hell do you forget that you are dead?" Chris was incredulous.
She shrugged. "Hey. Halliwell's tend to die a lot. I've died at least ten times in twenty years."
"So do I get to tell my story or not?" Luke interrupted the mother-son moment. They both turned to glare at him. He grinned, and his sister-in-law rolled her eyes and said dryly, "You see how two people can be siblings and have been so close growing up and yet are polar opposites of each other?"
Chris didn't even dignify her with a response. "Well, let's have it then Luke. Or is it Uncle Luke?"
His tone was indifferent, but his mother and uncle could both hear the pain and betrayal in Chris' voice. Even to an extent could Leo, Phoebe, and Paige.
"Whichever, Chris. I respond to anything. Even 'hey you' on occasion." Chris just continued to look at him. Not even that. He looked through Luke, almost as if he wasn't there.
So, calling up the courage he had tucked away during his years as a pacifist (sort of), Lucas Christopher Wyatt began to tell his tale.
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I know it's short, and I'm so sorry. I'm starting to get back into it, so… Cross your fingers! Please let me know if I'm even wasting my time and suck or rock or … Oh I don't know. Just let me know I'm not sitting here typing for absolutely no reason (when I could be studying). Thanks!