Here's your last chance to review, the final chapter of Dealing With Death. It's actually quite sad that I've got to this chapter and I've managed to finish the story off for you within the past day of getting back from my work! Well, here it is...

Dealing With Death

Chapter 38: You Have To Move On

Pru still sat with the dying Whitelighter, looking over at her unconscious cousin in the living room. She was waiting for Wyatt to return with Chris, but that was ten minutes ago, and Troy did not have long left. She had contemplated finding a way to call for an Elder, but then she would be showing she had no faith in either of her eldest cousins.

She jumped as she heard another crash of thunder, which rattled the house. The storm had been going for ten maybe fifteen minutes, the wind was banging against the door, and she was sure a window would come crashing in soon.

"Wyatt!" Pru called, the whtelighter's breaths were getting laboured.

"Don't worry about it," Troy let out, "Chris won't listen." Troy closed his eyes, feeling his life slipping from him, just as orbs filled the room.

Pru looked up expectedly, but only Wyatt formed.

"Where have you been?" And then she noticed his bleeding arm, "What happened?"

The 21-year-old Twice Blessed brushed off her question and looked around the room.

"Is Chris not back?" now he was worried. Where had his baby brother gone.

"He's not been in here."

Wyatt began to sense for his brother, but another crash of thunder stopped him. He looked at Pru, slightly nervous.

"The storm, how long has it been going on for?"

"Just after you left, why?"

"There's not been a storm like this since Chris was trying to save me from the darklighter arrow…" Wyatt explained, "Stay here I think I know where he is."

Wyatt orbed out and straight to the top of Golden Gate Bridge, but Chris was not here. As a flash of lightening lit up the bank just near the bridge, that was when Wyatt saw his baby brother. He orbed to him and stood behind him.

"Chris!" He called over the roar of thunder above them, but the 19-year-old did not budge, he just watched the destruction the storm was doing, as water from the bay began to flood the city, "Chris! You're going to kill innocents."

"What's the point in saving them, they'll die eventually." Chris responded, watching as a tornado came across the bay, getting closer to the city. Wyatt saw what he was doing, and his blue eyes grew wide.

"Chris, don't do this, you'll kill your own family too."

"My family's dead."

"What about me, Chris? And Melinda?" Wyatt shouted, sensing how hurt the teenager was, "And Aunt Paige…and…"

"My baby's dead, Wyatt." Chris exploded, a flash of lightening and a roar of thunder followed.

"There's going to be more chances for that, Chris," Wyatt tried to stop him, seeing the tornado still over the waters, not yet touching land, "You're only 19, there's plenty of chances you'll find a girl, settle down and have a baby in a proper, loving home."

"Are you trying to tell me Bianca was one of many?" Chris turned to face his brother, "That what I felt for her was not real? That what I feel now is not real?"

"No," Wyatt took a step closer to his brother, both now drenched from the heavy rain, "That's not what I'm saying, I'm just trying to get you to look at this positively…"

"What's positive about losing my baby and my girlfriend at the same time?"

"Please, Chris, don't do this," Wyatt saw tears cascading down Chris' cheeks, "Please, don't destroy the city, and don't let the same thing happen to you that happened after mom and dad. Please, I can help, Aunt Paige can help…please, just stop the storm."

"Why?" Chris cried, "I've not only lived Bianca's death once, but twice, and both in the same way. Both times she was stabbed in the stomach by some stupid piece of wood. I loved her Wyatt and it hurts."

Chris finally broke down fully. Wyatt stepped forward to hug his brother's weakened form, supporting his weight as he dropped to his knees.

"I can't do this, Wyatt, I can't go through it all…"

"Yes you can, you're strong, Chris. You've gone through this pain one, you can do it again," Wyatt stroked the chocolate brown hair of his brother, while out of the corner of his eye he saw the tornado getting closer to the city, "Chris, the tornado!"

Suddenly, the tornado stopped, but the rain and storm continued, "Ok, I'm going to take you home."

"No! There is no home."

"Chris, listen to me!" Wyatt shouted, grabbing his brother's shoulders, "You need to pull through this. How can we destroy the demonic world if you go off destroying the city? Maybe this happened in the future, maybe this was meant to happen so you can use your anger against the demons that caused this."

The Twice Blessed could see he was getting through to his baby brother, he could see it in Chris' sea green eyes.

"Home?" Chris asked, almost childlike.

"Home." Wyatt nodded.

"Wyatt! Chris!" Pru called out, as her two cousins orbed into the manor.

"Quick, Troy…"

"It's too late," Pru said, as Chris ran over to the body of the whitelighter, "Chris, he's dead."

Prudence was right, as much as Chris willed for his healing power to come, there was nothing over the lifeless body of his ex-whitelighter.

"Chris?" Wyatt asked, walking over to them.

"I can't heal him. It's not working. Wyatt, why is it not working?"

The eldest Halliwell sighed, lowering his head, "He's dead, Chris, it's no use." That was the second innocent they had lost that day, and it was starting to take a toll on the family.

"Wyatt? Help me…" A faint mumble from the living room could be heard. Wyatt ran into the room, closely followed by his brother and cousin.

"Mel?" Wyatt smiled, as his sister opened her eyes to look at him.

"What happened?" she asked, "The demons brought Bianca and then it all goes blank."

"It's ok, you're back at the manor."

"Is Bianca? She was in the cage…" Melinda sat up to see Chris' green eyes well up again, "Oh no…Chris, no, I'm so so sorry. I tried to get out and I tried to find out what they were doing…" As Melinda began to cry, thinking everything was her fault, Chris knelt down in front of her.

"It wasn't your fault, you did everything you could. I got the demon that did it. It's ok."

Melinda eyed her brother carefully. She knew it was not ok, she did not have to read his mind to find that out, she could tell by the look in his eyes.

"Don't do what you did after mom and dad." Chris heard his sister beg him, her hazel eyes growing wide in a panic.

"Never. Me and Wyatt have some demons to take care of." He hugged the 17-year-old witch, pulling her close, as thoughts of the pain he would inflict on the demonic community passed through his mind. He would vanquish them all with Wyatt, for his mother's memory, for the Charmed memory, and also for Bianca and his unborn baby…

The End

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