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Someone to Save You
A Charmed Fanfiction
Summary: "You need someone to save you, Wyatt. And I'm here to tell you, that someone is going to be me. Whatever it takes, cousin." Join the wildcard warrior as he travels back to protect his promise. Au. RevelationFic.
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Chapter Nineteen
Leo Wyatt was lying in bed with his fingers rubbing small circles on her stomach as he looks at her adoringly while she sleeps. It's so peculiar to see her content and at peace considering tomorrow she'll be hell on heels, ready to kill him for using his abilities to make her sleep. It was worth it though.
He knew with everything they'd witnessed and feeling guilty for "acting like a hormonal bitch and tearing into the whitelighter to sooth her denial" as she put it, sleep wasn't going to come naturally and with what she was saying, she'd need her rest. They had a lifetime worth of battles to ensure that their baby boy didn't turn evil.
Boy.
He was going to have a son. Despite the news, momentous joy came as he imagined playing catch and all the father son bonding that'll come with. But suddenly that joy disappears.
Leo: What the—
He feels the sensation of food being pushed to the forefront of his mouth. Gagging he hangs over the edge of the bed feeling his chest imploding. His skin feels like its shrinking and a large throbbing pounded against his temples with a stabbing intensity. Trembles and icy shivers raced down his body to the tips of his phalanges. Coldness settled inside the growing pressure settling over his chest.
What was happening to him?
He couldn't decide if death was finally taking him or if he was having a severe heart attack. Salty liquid rushed down his cheeks from burning sockets. Sobs released from quivering lips into the world. Weakness and desperation caused him to cry out awaking the pregnant Piper from her slumber.
Immediately, holding him supportively but not stifling her curiosity.
Piper: Leo, what in the world!
Leo: A… A charge is hurting.
xXx
Moments later they find themselves outside of the entrance to a small cove listening to the primal growls of anger emanating from within. Taking Piper's hand, Leo cautiously leads her into the cove trying to overpower the pain exploding in his chest.
Whoever was calling to him, need him desperately.
Peeking his head around the corner he sees a man with a long white sleeve henley tearing at white fabric suspended from the ceiling flipping over a bistro styled table, destroying anything and everything in his way. When it's all gone, he beats his fist mercilessly against the cave wall until he collapses into it. His left hand moves to grab his forehead to fight the adrenaline bombarding his temples and he turns enough for the couple to get a good look at Chris's face.
Piper: (whispering) Chris.
Leo: Wait here.
To her dismay, Leo moves forward into the cave leaving her standing there to watch. He treads forward across the sand in a casual fashion and squats down beside him. There's a broken, thousand mile stare in the halfbreed's eyes as- the stare of a broken down man that may have just lost everything. And even when he finally notices the man's presence, he speaks in a broken monotone of a whisper.
Chris: Leave me 'lone.
Leo: Not this time, Chris. Not when you're in so much pain it nearly cripples me.
Eyes flash over to Leo and lips hollowly apologize before looking back to the blood smear on the floor. There was just so much blood, blood of the woman he loves. He could even smell that metallic texture in the air. Wiping a bloody knuckled hand over his face, he sits there numbly listening to Leo say soothing words.
Leo: It's alright, Chris. Everything's alright.
Words slither in and out of the halfbreed's ears as the promise he'd made, broken, and remade only to be broken again sticks firmly in place. Biting his lips as tears burn in his eyes, a look of sheer determination finds its way onto his features.
Chris: Nothing'll be alright 'til she's back in my arms.
xXx
During their conversation, his names being brought up in another. Phoebe didn't know why she ended up at Cole's but she did and to her surprise she found a clean cut and more or less sober, Cole Turner. (He had a beer or two playing pool and bonding with his boy) They stumble around casual conversation until she finally asks the question plaguing her mind.
Chris: Have you seen Chris?
Cole: Nope. Haven't seen him.
It's a lie. She could always tell when he was lying. Loving him and knowing him this long gave her that much. A fit of rage forces the brunette to hit him on the shoulder and blurt out he's a liar.
Cole: Am not.
Phoebe: Are too! You're nostrils flare when you lie.
Cole: How could you possibly know that?
Phoebe: Because I know you, Cole.
Frustrated, she turns to leave but Cole catches her hand to hold her in place. He doesn't want her mad at him, especially if it means compromising the birth of his boy. His son. The good one. Man, he just couldn't get over that.
Cole: Alright, alright. We kicked back a few drinks and shot some pool.
Pool and beer…
Why was he snapping at them and drinking beer and playing pool with Cole? It didn't make sense to her. He was there too! He doubted Chris. So why were they buddy buddy all of a sudden?
Phoebe: I don't understand.
Cole: What's confusing about beer and pool? Oh wait, did you call it billiards?
A witty retort is on her tongue when she hears the distinct sound shimmering followed by the desperate cry of the halfbreed. One word. That's all it takes to change the entire atmosphere of the room and tone of the conversation.
Chris: Dad!
He rounds the corner from the office that'd one day be his bedroom and instantly freezes when he sees his mother's eyes flashing back and forth between him and Cole fumbling over words like the concept had blown her mind. Breathing a sigh, Chris crosses his arms over his chest and silently wonders if today could get any worse.