This story begins with a scene from the episode "Chris-Crossed" and then back-tracks to follow Chris through his childhood up until the moment he travels back in time. Each chapter is an episode in Chris's life. Some of them are cued from scenes in the television show and some from my imagination. The story is based on facts up until the episode "Hyde School Reunion."
None of this story could have been written without the help of the website www.thecharmedones.com
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Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed. This story is a product of my imagination. Some of the scenes have been taken from the script and modified. When this occurs, the episode and writer of the original scene is cited.
Note: Part of this chapter was taken from the episode "The Legend of Sleepy Halliwell," which was written by Cameron Litvack.
Part Two
"Come on Wyatt, let your little brother play with the game, too." -Piper
- Season Six, Episode 125, "The Legend of Sleepy Halliwell"
"Wyatt, can I have a turn now? Wyatt?" Chris asked as Wyatt stood over him playing with the gameboy the two of them shared. Wyatt quickly turned around and continued to play. Chris pulled himself underneath Wyatt's turned down head and poked him in the leg. "Come on Wyatt…"
"No, Chris. It's my turn." Wyatt turned around again. Chris angrily stood up, thought better of it, and then sat down again. Seconds later, Piper walked into the room holding a laundry basket.
"Come on Wyatt, let your little brother play with the game, too," she said. Wyatt reluctantly handed the game over to Chris. Chris looked at the game and started to press a few buttons, but it froze up. He looked up to see his aunts coming into the room. Neither of them had moved out, but neither of them was living with them full time either. He didn't really understand what was actually going on, but he did understand that his mother and her sisters needed to be together to protect him and Wyatt.
"Phoebe, can Piper take you to the doctor's instead? I've got a ton of papers to grade." Paige asked. Chris looked over at his aunt. Maybe she would help him fix the game. Paige quickly dashed up the stairs and towards an open portal on the stairway. She was going to Magic School.
"The doctor?" Phoebe looked confused for a second, then realization struck her as she looked down at her belly. Chris handed the game back to Wyatt, who sat down and began to play with it, and walked over to his aunt. Phoebe would help him, if he asked her nicely.
"Yeah, we got to make sure our little niece is doing okay." Piper responded, carrying her laundry basket into the kitchen. His mother wouldn't have time to help him right now. She was always busy doing things around the house. She never seemed to realize how mean Wyatt was to him sometimes. She just let him get his way.
"Aunt Phoebe, we need your help," he said. Phoebe looked down at him with a startled expression on her face. His aunt had been doing that a lot lately. She always seemed to be slightly out of touch with reality, but at least she never blamed everything on him.
"I just
got the weirdest sense of déjà vu," she muttered to herself. "What is
it, Chris?" She looked down at him, concern on her face.
"We can't beat this
level. Do you think that you can?" he grabbed Phoebe's hand and pulled him
over to where Wyatt was sitting. Wyatt turned away again and covered up the
screen with his hand. The game had been frozen a moment ago. He had no idea how
Wyatt had managed to fix it so quickly. The game started to belt the song that
meant that somebody had beaten a level and Wyatt turned away again.
"No Chris. It's mine." He pressed a button on the gameboy and it went black. He then stood up and started to walk out of the room. Chris followed closely behind him, leaving Phoebe in the other room. There was no way that she could help him with the game now. Wyatt was getting into one of his moods, and whenever Wyatt got angry, bad things started to happen.
"Wyatt, lemme have a turn. Momma said…" Wyatt turned around to face Chris. It seemed like Wyatt was towering over him, even though he was barely two years older. It always seemed like so much more. Wyatt had some sort of… aura around him that constantly made Chris afraid. He never knew what Wyatt was going to do.
"I don't care what Mom said," he looked down angrily. "Stop following me." He tried to push Chris out of the way, but Chris dodged away. The one advantage to being younger was that he could move away faster.
"But Wyatt, you aren't using it." Chris said. He tried to grab the game out of Wyatt's hand, but Wyatt was too quick for him. He flung back his arm and tossed the game across the room. In mid air, the game changed directions and went souring for Chris's hands. Wyatt held out his hand and the game orbed into it. He then threw the game as hard as he could against the floor, and Chris didn't have enough time to save it. It shattered against the wooden floorboards. Chris looked at the broken pieces of plastic, then at his brother. Tears began to fill his eyes.
"Leave me alone, Chris." Wyatt said again. He pointed at the broken pieces of the game, then above his head. The game pieces orbed off of the floor and into his room. "Don't follow me. Play with your own toys." He walked out of the room.
Chris stared after his brother. Wyatt had had his share of tantrums before, but they were becoming more and more frequent. Chris quickly wiped his eyes and started towards the kitchen. Wyatt wasn't supposed to use his powers on him. He wasn't supposed to use his powers at all. Neither of them was. Maybe he should tell Momma.
Chris started to head up the stairs and towards his room. He couldn't tell Momma, she'd never believe him. She would say that Chris had brought it upon himself, and then use a whole bunch of big words that he didn't understand. Then Wyatt would come into the room and pretend to be all innocent and Chris would get blamed. The circumstances never mattered. Wyatt had that affect on people.
He couldn't tell Momma. And he couldn't tell his father. The one person who would believe him was going to have a baby and he didn't think that he should be bothering her with something as small as this. Wyatt would calm down. Wyatt would start taking responsibility. Or at least he hoped he would.
He was tired of always taking the fall and the blame. Tired of being the butt of Wyatt's jokes and tired of being compared to his older brother. He wasn't even five yet and his teachers were already sending home bad reports about him. The problem was that it was never his fault. It was always Wyatt's.
Maybe Wyatt would stop and everything would go away. But for now, he just had to watch out. Chris started up the stairs and towards his bedroom. There was no way that Wyatt could get to him in there.