Here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoy. If you haven't reviewed the last few chapters, please go back and do that now. (For the normal reviewers) I told you this chapter would be longer. Thank you. I own nothing, but the plot, Kevin, Allyson, and any other people you don't remember from the show. I hope you enjoy.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Last time:

Chris rolled his eyes and nodded softly. Kevin nodded and left him alone as Chris closed the door. He paused and slowly turned around; his gaze fell upon the dark curls from beneath his blanket. He sighed; the burns on his skin seemed numb compared to the guilt crawling at his heart.

Crossing the room, he began to clean himself off, the blood staining the white cloths almost on contact. As he began to change, he heard a noise behind him and a voice calling out in the darkness.

"Chris?" Allyson asked.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Chris?" Allyson asked again; the light suddenly shutting off.

Chris froze; he couldn't deal with her, not now after everything. He didn't even dare to breath, wishing the darkness would just eat him up. Leo's words rang in his ears, stinging them with the harsh betrayal. Betrayal, that word was one he knew since he was old enough to comprehend words. Even before Wyatt had turned completely, he had brayed the brother trust; the bond that held the Halliwell sons together. Chris shuddered as he shook those thoughts away; exhaustion was weighing on his eyes as well. He felt small lines of blood flow down his arm, dripping onto the floor.

Gingerly, he rubbed his arm; a fresh bruise from Leo beginning to form just below his shoulder. Through the dim light, he caught a small glimpse of himself in a mirror and he gritted his teeth. He had been through worse, but somehow these wounds seemed more fatal as his body began to shake. His hands tried to grab at anything to keep him steady, but he collapsed onto the floor, his head smacking against the wall with a dull thud.

Rubbing it, he tried to stand again, but his knees buckled beneath him. Through the darkness, he heard footsteps coming towards him; they sounded hesitant as they approached him, but he stayed completely still.

There was no need to make her more afraid, even as fear crawled down his own spine; he couldn't be here…not with her, after everything. The air felt still and thick with uncertainty and awkwardness while Chris waited, his breath caught in his throat as the footsteps drew closer.

Suddenly, they stopped dead; only her heavy raw breathing breaking the silence. Chris listened as something, cloth, was ribbed up and tossed to him. The fabric fell limp as it landed onto his lap without a second thought; its cool texture easing the pain along one of his wounds. He sighed with relief for just a moment as his hand grabbed it and pressed it harder against his skin. Blood soaked through the small scrap, staining his fingers, but he didn't mind.

Struggling to his feet, he said, "Thank you."

No response. For a moment, he stood there in silence. His own throat felt raw as his licked his chapped lips; the salvia stinging the dried blood against his lips. Footsteps retraced their path as they moved away from the young leader, further into the darkness. Chris listened as the footsteps faded away, like a ghost of a child. He shuddered, everything was so messed up as his eyes fluttered closed for just a moment; images of Melinda and Gwen filled the darkness behind his eyelids. His heart dropped into stomach, but he tried to shake the awful feeling away.

Opening his eyes, he swallowed and asked, "Allyson, are…are you-"

"I'm fine," she snapped, her voice filled with tears and anger slicing through the darkness like a knife.

Chris bit his lip tenderly as his nails dug into his skin, trying to stop the bleeding; his nails stained through the cloth. Her voice echoed in his mind; it was so cold, no fear, no trace of regret even leaked out. He remembered the first night she had stayed, she was a feisty one, but there had been fear laced in her voice; now it was only filled with anger, loathing, and hatred. Chris sighed. He deserved it all, but something inside him caused her tone seemed to cut him deeper than even his father's harsh words. Through the darkness, he tried to find her, but his eyes simply weighed with exhaustion, that it was impossible to see properly.

After a few minutes, he called out, "Allyson where are you?"

No response. Chris shivered again. The darkness had always scared him; a silent terror that he never let escape his lips, practically not in front his….of Wyatt. From everything Wyatt had done to him, the darkness had become a trap; where the killer could sneak up on his prey without any warning to deliver the final blow. He shuddered, his right hand resting along the wall, trying to find his way.

Taking a deep breath, he called, "Allyson, where are you?"

Still no response. Chris cursed under his breath as he moved forward, his hand guiding him. An image of those soft blue eyes flashed through his mind as he moved through the darkness. He shook his head, it wasn't right thinking of her like that, not after…..he brushed the though aside. Suddenly, a, rough, calloused hand closed over his, helping to guide him.

Chris felt his body tense as he tried to pull his hand away, but it was only pressed harder into the walls. His breath caught in his throat, but he allowed himself to be tugged along without a word. For a few minutes, neither of them said anything, just allowing one to guide the other back over towards the center of the room.

Chris could barely breath; it felt to close to his mother's touch and yet he couldn't pull away either. Those precocious little moments of that single happy feeling was too good to let escape from him, even though his heart knew it to be only a lie. Lies, his whole life had been filled with them, both from others and even himself, what was one more? It only meant to bring him happiness. Only seconds later, the hand dropped from his and panic began to crawl at his heart. He felt her close to him, but the darkness concealed her.

Staring straight ahead, he asked, "Allyson, where are you?"

His fingers moved up and down the wall and fumbled around a switch, a light clicking sound sounded as bright light lit up the small room. Blinking, he tried to adjust to the dimmed white light. He squinted and saw the blanket move as someone crawled into it.

Without moving, he whispered, "Thanks."

The blanket seemed to shrug and Chris bit back a small smile. She was so difficult to figure out and yet at the same time, she wore pieces of her heart on her sleeves. Chris slowly walked over to her and sat down the end of the bed, his lands folded on his lap.

Staring down at them, he said, "I know what's like, you know. Everyone out there knows loss too. It sucks, but you"

"Don't give me that crap. You never get over it," Allyson cried as she threw the blanket off and sat up, staring at him.

Chris stared back at her almost startled from the outburst, but her words were layered with the haunted truth. No one truly got over a loss and it would haunt your memories everyday, there no escape from that, not even magical. Chris stared back at her and nodded slowly. Tears rimmed her eyes, but she quickly brushed them away. Her hair was knotted and uncombed and her tear stained face looked even paler than usual. Small lines of dried blood and blisters ran down her arms and she bit her lip in irritation as the cold air ran over them.

For a moment, Chris shifted his hands to hover over hers, but she pulled her hands back; her eyes narrowed in supposition. Lowering his hands, he tried to think of away to reach her, but his mind just screamed at him to sleep; to completely lose himself in a peaceful dream, but he knew that would just be another lie.

His dreams were never peaceful with Wyatt's spell over him. For a moment, he let a small yawn escape his lips, watching the young women out of the corner of his eye. A yawn left her too. Chris glanced over at her and saw the same exhaustion filling her own eyes; her eyes puffy and red from nights of crying herself to sleep, he guessed. He remembered he had longed to do it, but something had beat tears out of him.

Shaking his head, he said, "You tired?"

Allyson shrugged and shook her head, stifling another yawn. The young leader hid a smile at her stubbornness; in so many ways she remembered of his little sister. He tried to not think about her, but the exhaustion drooping on his eyes felt him feeling empty, except for memories and the nightmares.

Suddenly, he heard a small squeak of a question; her voice cracked through a few tears rolling down her cheeks. "I….I was supposed to….to…." she paused, steadying her breath, "to….protect….her."

Chris sighed and nodded. "No one….knows why people die….it just can't be helped and you couldn't have-"

"I shouldn't had left work. I could've been there," she whispered, ignoring his comment, her hand sliding against his.

Chris felt his fingers flex out in surprise and shook his head slightly. No this was wrong; he felt his mother's lifeless, cold hand against his as he pressed it against his cheek, begging for her to come back. The hairs on the back his neck stood up as he remembered the belt hitting him over and over again for his useless tears.

His mother lay limp against his lap; her right hand pressed against his cheek as he kissed her palm. Tears flowed down his cheeks; his body shaking with his emotions. Someone yanked him back by his hair, their nails digging into his scalp as he was pulled away from his mother. He felt the slap and burn of the belt against his bare skin. The fourteen year only continued to cry through the blows.

"Tears achieve nothing, Christopher. Stop crying you little son of a bitch, she's not coming back. You killed her so stop those fake tears. You never cared about her," Leo roared at his second son. The young man felt the repeated whipping and then punching in his stomach; those words echoing around him.

Suddenly, he was brought back to the present as Allyson collapsed against him, clinging onto him with the little energy she had left. Chris felt his body stiffen under her touch, his hands glued onto his lap in uncertainty. After a moment, he wrapped his arms loosely around her; his hands stroking her hair in slow motions. Neither of them said anything; only her sobs broke through the silence. He rocked her gently, back and forth on the small bed.

The outside world barely seemed to exist; the haunted voices faded away from his ears as he hugged the young women. She didn't ask anything of him and yet her sobs spoke volumes to him as he held her tighter; his head resting on the top of hers. Allyson shivered, but welcomed the embrace; her own arms resting against his right leg. It seemed like hours passed before her tears subsided and she fell asleep.

Her body almost limp against his as he laid her down on the bed. Draping the blanket around her, he saw how peaceful she looked; her face calm and serene, despite the dangers just beyond the four square walls and her heart. Gradually, he tucked it around her and crawled behind her; his arm around her, the smallest form of protection. Staring down at her, he thought of how much a child she reminded him of, in the smallest of things.

Lowering himself back down, he finally allowed sleep to over take him. His arm still folded over her, protecting her. After an hour, the door creaked open as Kevin popped his head in. Instantly, he saw the two laying in bed and silently shut the door; they deserved some peace and quiet. A small smile curled at the corners of his lips as he walked away to deal with other issues; problems that Chris would have to deal with when he woke up.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Wow, barely any actaully "talking" between them that's something new for me. Did there need to be more? What dyou think of the lamost silent interaction between them? I hope you enjoyed. Please review with as much detail as possible. Thanks and next chapter is coming soon.