CHAPTER 25 - I Am a Witch on My Knees!

Previously on Wedding Crasher:

"Well, Chris….Will you be my Best man?" Wyatt asked Chris, who looked taken back and surprised, for a minute, Chris's emotions stood still, his brain stood still not being able to process the new information

"I…." Chris started but he knew if he continues, he is going to break down, so without a word, he turned around and walked away, leaving the twice blessed confused.

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NOW

The moment Chris orbed into his room, he crashed down to his knees sobbing his heart out. All he wanted was Wyatt; he wants nothing more and nothing less, his Wy by his side, but…even Wyatt doesn't seem to understand him. Why can't he see the love Chris has for him. Why does he have to born to be his brother and worst of all, why does he have to feel this way towards his brother….but he…he, how can he do this to Chris? After everything they been together, how can he do this to Chris, how can he abandon him without a second thought.

Rachel wasn't the one who was there for Wyatt, when he was sixteen and got trapped in the dream world. It was Chris. She wasn't there when Wyatt was stripped off his powers and had to deal with a higher level demon after the charmed ones and his cousins were put to coma. It was Chris. She certainly wasn't there when he was dying after getting attacked by a dark lighter. It was Chris. So how can she be there for him now? He looked around his room in confusion and anger, he felt cheated, and he felt…he didn't know what felt except one emotion he was definitely aware of. ANGER!

Anger consuming the young witch, Chris, waved his hand with a scream, sending all objects on the dressing table soaring through the air. Most shattered against the wall painting it with lotions, spray liquids, gels and other substances while some other objects shattered on the floor. Chris waved his hand around, screaming in anger, frustration and most of all hatred sending his study table flying across the room, as it crashed into his wardrobe, while the objects on the table shattered in the collision. Chris grabbed his study table's chair and flunked it right at the window, which shattered, allowing the heavy object to fly out of the house.

Chris, waved his hand as his mattress telekinetically flunked itself, out of the bed and across the room. Chris flicked his wrist, combusting his wooden bed base to pieces. He then turned towards his mattress lying sprawled across the room; he flicked his wrist again, combusting large chunks from the mattress, sending its fillings shower around the room. Anger still cursing through his veins, Chris threw his hand out towards the wardrobe, lighting bolts shot out, hitting the wardrobe as it combusted to pieces, sending shards of wood and debris flying everywhere, some which flew past grazed his skin, leaving him with small cuts. Just the thought of Rachel and Wyatt being together, made Chris consume with rage as he punched the dressing table mirror, which shattered, cutting his knuckles on the process as blood begin to spill like a open tap.

After many minutes of destroying his room, Chris finally shrank into a corner of his room, tears falling from his eyes and blood spilling from his hands like a broken tap. The thought of losing Wyatt crushed him, the one who took care of him ever since he was little, the one who always said he'll be there for Chris, no matter what, the one…that held him in a loving embrace when he made love to him for the first time in his life….Chris felt as if Wyatt is slipping through his fingers, yet he is helpless to do nothing but watch him slip away….he can do nothing but cry. No, he is not going to do that; he needs to find a way to stop this so called wedding.

Chris roughly wiped his tears away just as he caught his reflection in a piece of mirror on the floor. Just looking at his reflection made him feel ashamed of himself, what is he, a Girl? - No- Then why is he crying like this, for god sake, he is a witch with powers. - "But what good are they when I cant get the one person I love the most" - cause even Chris knows Magic cannot intervene with true love and even if he wants Wyatt to fall for him, he still may have to use Rachel for the Object of his Objection – depending on how strong his love for her - and turn it towards him with magic but these sort of things are only done by evil witches with black magic. Chris knew he cant take that route, no matter what because he wants Wyatt to love him from his heart, to be true to his feelings but he knew that is also something that will never happen. He knew Wyatt would never love him more than as brother and a best friend. He can't expect anymore than that from his brother, not from Wyatt.

He felt disgusted with himself for wanting Wyatt to bed him, he felt repulsed by his own self-being, the sight of himself in the mirror made him sick, even though he knew it's wrong to love Wyatt that way, he cant help it. But why…? Why does he love his brother this way? Why, there must be a reason…..and he needs to find out.

Millions of thoughts rushing through his head, Chris got up, wrapping his hand in a t-shirt; he made his way up to Attic. The one place where most magical things are done, whether making potions or summoning ghost, they are all done near the Book of Shadows.

Chris, knew no one would be home, not for another few hours, which was a good thing since he can worry about fixing his room later before his mother find his room in the state its in right now and he knows when she does, he'll be forced to give an explanation of why on earth, he destroyed his own room. Upon entering the Attic, his gaze automatically fell on the ancient volume, thats sitting in his pedestal with a ray of sun beam hitting the book; he saw the dust swirling in and out, enlarging its mystique character. He approached the book with a sense of determination. He wants to find out why he feels this way about Wyatt, what made him start, maybe then he can change it. Though he doesn't know if it's for the best, he can still try to correct the wrong to save the heartache he may have to endure in a weeks time. Chris started to flip through the ancient volume, looking through parched pages.

After an hour of searching, to his dismay Chris came up with nothing. The book was filled with information but not the type of information that could help him right now. He needed a spell that could enable him to see where all this mess started. What age was he when he started to feel like this? He needed to know. Then a thought accrued to him, he is a witch with magical abilities, which means writing spells are not that hard. He can come up with his own spell that will help him understand bit more about his….love.

Chris grabbed the notepad and pen from the potion table and retreated to Great Aunt Pearl's couch. He sat there thinking, thinking of perfect way to rhyme, so it will show him exactly where it all started. Once scribbling his spell down on the piece of paper, Chris approached the table, where a lone candle stood. Grabbing a matchbox, He lit the candle before tearing the piece of paper from the notepad. He knew what he was doing was a personal gain spell, but he cannot let that thought enter his mind, mainly because he needs to know why he loves Wyatt the way he does. Is it a Demon's spell that escalated over the years that made him fall for Wyatt or was it something else, he doesn't know about. Chris believed that this spell will help him understand little bit more about his feeling, if anything else.


The power of love comes from the heart
the desire to kiss is but a start,
Whispering winds hear me well,
Show me the path of this Lust, be sure to tell,

The reason I am not aware of I wish to know,

Show me where I'm heading, yet I wish there not to go.

Chris chanted as he held the paper above the burning candle, where the paper was engulfed by flames. He held the burning paper in his fingers, until the flames licked his fingers and disappeared in a wisp. Chris looked around, for a brief second nothing happened, just then an out of nowhere, a Lighting bolt from high above struck the ground right where Chris was standing.

Chris collapsed to the ground while his spirit slowly rose out of the body. Chris hovered above his body in a spirit form, totally stunned by what just happened. Thinking the spell he cast has backfired on him, he looked around but before he can think of anything else, his surroundings whizzed around him as he disappeared in Gold Orbs.

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"Is anyone home?" Piper called out as she walked through the front door. Placing her handbag on the table, she made her way into the Kitchen to grab something to drink, after all Managing P3 and Charming Restaurant has become a great hassle. Though her nieces are helping out in the club, she cant help but pop in there once in a while to check up to see what is going on there and ensure that her employee's are well aware of who she is, after the incident of the new bouncer not knowing who she was or not even letting her in – for a second, she though her Identity has been stolen, when the bouncer laughed upon hearing her name, but soon realized, he is just an idiot, who later on groveled for his job.

"Chris, Wyatt…" Piper called out as she made her way upstairs, assuming the boys should be home, after all Wyatt said, they be back by three. Its around half past three, so the boys should be home. "Or maybe not!" Piper thought to herself as she made her way to her room just to stop when her eyes landed on boxes that sat by the bed.

"Oh Leo…" Piper thought looking at the boxes. "I just wish you and the boys develop the habit of putting things back where they belong." Piper said to herself looking at the boxes, before grabbing the boxes. Although they are just full of papers, they were still heavy but nothing Piper Halliwell can't manage. Piper slowly made her way upstairs, kicking open the door with her leg, she entered the evening attic only to be shocked when she found her youngest son unconscious on the floor. Fear gripping her she dropped the boxes and rushed to his side.

"Chris, Chris…" Piper shouted trying to wake the youngest witch up; however to her dismay Chris laid there, succumbed to his sleep. "Leo, Paige" Piper hollered out in fear as swirling Orbs and Golden Orbs filled the air to take form of her sister and her husband. Both adults rushed to Piper's side who started crying in fear.

"He is not waking up," Piper said to her husband, who took her hand to comfort her. It's a good thing that the charmed ones have enchanted the Magic school, so whenever one of them in trouble, Leo can hear them to rush to their need, even though they barely do so, knowing whatever danger they may face is nothing compared to the ones they could face by putting Leo's life in jeopardy. Paige quickly rushed to take Chris's arm in her hand to check for pulse but her face turned grave when she found none.

"I cant find his…." Paige said looking at her sister and her brother-in-law. Leo quickly rushed to Chris's side to check for pulse while Piper tried to control her emotions. Being a World War 2 paramedic, Leo checked his wrist, before checking the pulse on neck then dropping his head against his son's chest to listen.

"He's alive," Leo said to his emotional wife, who breathed out in relief. Yet their worry didn't end there, knowing he is alive is one thing but what happened to him was another thing they must find out. "What happened to his hand?" Leo said noticing the blood drenched t-shirt.

Piper removed it to see the cuts on his knuckle. "Paige, heal him," Piper instructed as Paige nodded before holding her hand out above her Nephew to heal him, the healing started working but once it healed the wound in his knuckles, it stopped yet Chris didn't wake up.

"Its not working," Paige said to her confused sister, as both charmed ones looked at the ex whitelighter, elder and an avatar for help.

"I don't know, the only reason he cannot wake up is….if he is under a spell," Leo said to the sisters as Paige and Leo saw the look in Piper's face, she seems to be thinking.

The Piper started to chant a little spell, hoping to awaken her son.

Slumbering child, wake up now,

Hear your mother's call, heed her plea,

Magic forces black and white

Bring forth my son from his slumbering sight.

However to their dismay, nothing happened. Chris still out cold on the floor with his head on his mother's lap, yet his face looked peaceful, which indicated he is not struggling or fighting with a demon in his inner mind.

"What kind of demon could've done this?" Paige said looking at her sister.

"Any, but we can't be sure unless we find the demon that attacked," Piper said as Paige orbed her nephew to the Aunt Pearl's settee.

"But…how? We don't even know who or what attacked," Paige said as Piper flipped through the book, while Leo surveyed the room.

"It may not be a demon," Leo said looking at his wife, who stopped to look at her husband.

"Of course it's a demon," Piper began but Leo cut her off.

"There is no sign of struggle, nothing is out of place and if a demon did attack Chris, what's the reason for it to leave him behind, we all know, no demons would pass the opportunity to kill or use one of us as leverage to get the rest of us." Leo said as Paige and Piper followed his train of thoughts.

"But Chris might be already fighting for his life," Piper said as Leo shook his head, he nodded towards the potion table. A single candle is lit there. "He cast a spell?"

"Looks like it," Leo said going over see the pen and the paper pad that placed next to the burning flame. "I guess, we have no choice but to wait until the spell does what it meant to do."

Piper exchanged a worry glance with her sister.

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Chris opened his eyes to find himself in a cabin, which seem to move up and down in a very slow motion. Slowly glancing to his left, he confronted the cabin's window. Through the glass, he saw what seemed like blanket of blue sea that seems to stretch and disappear beyond the Horizon. Surprised at the sudden change of his surroundings, Chris thought of looking around the cabin once more to take in his surrounding's however to his surprise, he couldn't, he didn't move. His eyes were fixed firmly on the sea.

"My Love," Said a familiar voice. At this, Chris felt himself turn around just as soft lips were pressed upon his, taking his breath away. Chris blinked to clear the haze as he saw to his surprise, was Wyatt. But he looked different, he had long curly blonde hair that fell just around his shoulders, his blonde moustache and a goatee gave his features a unique look, casting him between Young Shakespeare and Pirate, however they were confirmed when Chris saw the dress sense, he was indeed dressed like a pirate, minus the parrot and the eye mask with good hygiene.

"Alcazar," Chris found himself saying as Wyatt sat by his side.

"I heard thy feeling poorly," Alcazar/Wyatt said looking concerned, softly gracing his hand across Chris's cheek.

"It is nothing to fear," Chris heard himself reply to the young pirate before him, before he heard himself cough. "Alright clearly that's a lie." Chris thought to himself, trying to take control of his body. "okie dokie, what is going on here?" Chris thought to himself, since it seems like, he only inhabits this body but he is certainly not in control of it.

"My Love, thy at Ill-health, I shall turn the ship towards the shore at Once," Alcazar said getting up as Chris stopped him. Well more like the man, who is in control over Chris' body before standing up to look into the Hazel eyes in front of him.

"Whoa! Gotta admit, Hazel is not so bad on ya, little change from blue." Chris thought to himself as his mouth opened on his own to reply back.

"We cannot return to the shore, the King Guards will capture thy ship and thy men," Chris said before coughing as Alcazar or Wyatt embraced him in his arms.

"My Love," Alcazar said as he gently pushed Chris back on the bed. "Thy fear is understandable yet thou are more precious to me, then any gold and gems. I do not fear thy King's Army. Let them come, thy health is most important." Alcazar said embracing Chris in his arms, which literally made Chris melt in his embrace, inhaling the distinguished smell of jasmine, Just then Alcazar planted a soft yet firm kiss on his forehead before leaving the cabin.

Chris, well the guy who Chris inhabits, coughed. Chris can tell himself that his cough are not common cold cough, every time this guy coughed, Chris felt his heart burn deep inside him as if he swallowed a hot cup of tea straight down from the kettle. Although he hated to feel this pain, Chris was not complaining since he also gets to feel everything else including the touch of Wyatt or…Is it Alcazar? Chris thought to himself.

Chris heard Wyatt/Alcazar's voice in the distant shout. "Turn the Ship towards the Shore at Once."

Chris had no idea, what was going on but by the looks of it, he seems to be in the past, yet he has no idea, where or when. His clothing sense told them around 60's, given or take couple of centuries off. Although this isn't what he had in mind, when he chanted that little spell, nevertheless, the spell worked, it has send him back to learn where and why his lust for his brother begun. Though Chris got a chance to see Wyatt calling him "My love", kissing him sensually and adoring him like Chris often dreamt of, he still had no control over his body. He is there as if he was simply the viewer through the eyes of this man, to see what was happening around him or more like what happened.

It would've been even better if he can see this from the third person view, however he was not complaining mainly because he get to feel, sense, touch and smell Wyatt very close to him, even if he cannot control them.

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