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They aren't far wrong. Angsty stuff ahead.
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Chapter 2: Shattered
Chris simply looked at the officer, stomach turning slightly and not in a good way. What was going on? Maybe it was just Darryl that wanted him. After all, demon activity was the family specialty. Feeling slightly rationalised, he followed the officer to the perimeter of the garden. Upon seeing Darryl, he relaxed a little. Feeling more assured, he gave a little smile and called to him.
Darryl turned, and a completely forced smile appeared. "Chris."
The familiar bile feeling came back with a vengeance, and for a second time that night he asked, "What's going on?"
The smile faltered, "I think you should sit down."
"Why?"
Darryl pointed to the wall on his neighbours garden and sat on it himself, "I need to ask a few questions, please."
Chris did not like the look of what was going on at his own house, seeing ambulances he sat, "Did something happen? Did Mom get hurt? 'Cause I can call Wyatt and he can -"
"Can I ask you where you and your brother were tonight first?" he said, interrupting him.
"I was at the Library, I don't know where Wyatt went." he said, desperatly looking at the house. "Not my brothers keeper, you know?"
"Well, what about your parents? Aunts?"
"Umm, Dad's up there as usual as far as I know and Mom was having a night in watching movies with Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige." he faltered, seeing a stretcher being braught from his house, "Darryl, what happened?"
Darryl stayed quiet for a moment, "I was hoping you could tell me."
He just looked at him for a moment longer before getting off the wall, "Did something happen to Mom?" he whispered.
"Is there any way you can do that summoning thing for your brother or your Father?"
"Darryl!" he said, starting to get very irratated.
"I just think it would be better if I explained it to both of you once, is all."
Chris looked at him, then to the house, then called, "Dad! Wyatt!"
On the third call, a flurry of white orbs despensed his brother in front of him, crossed arms and all. "What?!"
Darryl cleared his throat, "No Leo?"
Seeing the ambulance, Wyatt sprinted up the steps of the house without asking for an explanation. Chris looked to Darryl, then went after him.
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The moment Wyatt walked into the manor, he regretted it. There were three sheet drapped bodies in the living room, and with a retch, he recognised his mothers wedding ring from under one of them. Freezing the room, and hoping to every god he could think of that he didn't blow anyone up in his panicked state. He pulled the sheet back and tried to heal her, ignoring the cold dead feeling grasping at his heart.
"Oh, god, is she...?"
Turning his brothers whispered utter from behind him, he stated with a hard, sure voice, "No, she just needs to be healed."
Moments went by, and nothing happened. Why wasn't working? A back part of his mind told him the second he saw the sheet over her, he'd known nothing would. Still, he tried to heal her.
Suddenly, the freeze wore of and Darryl ran in from the door, where he'd been frozen. Seeing Chris slid against the wall, holding his knees and Wyatt, sitting hands now on his lap, he froze without magic this time.
"What are these kids doing in here, Inspector?" asked a junior officer.
He pointed to Wyatt and Piper, "Her sons."
She paled and nodded, reaching out for Wyatt, who batted her off, getting up.
"Where are you going?" Chris asked him, quietly.
"To get Dad," he said, walking out the door before orbing.
"Come on," she said, pulling Chris to his feet, "Why don't we go and sit in the kitchen?"
Chris just looked at his mother, blinking away the already shedding tears. "I should wait on Wyatt." he replied to the officer hoarsely.
"You can wait in the kitchen," Darryl said, "I'll stay here."
Chris just nodded numbly, and let himself be led to the kitchen. Everywhere he looked, there were things belonging to his Mother and Aunts. He shivered, suddenly nautious, and in need of air. But there were people out there and he was upset; what if his powers went nuts in front of them? It would be Aunt Prue all over again.
So he decided just to wait, and hope Wyatt was okay.
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The first word that came to Wyatt's mind upon orbing up to what his mother had dubbed 'Elder Land', his first thought was that it seemed in utter anarchy. People running here and there. Mostly, they gave him a look to say that he wasn't meant to be here. It took a few minutes for someone to voice it.
"You are not supposed to be here."
He turned to see another elder, a woman, a woman staring at him with squinted eyes.
"I'm looking for my Dad." Wyatt said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "Is he here?"
"Your Father," she practically spat, "Is down there, in his infinate wisdom, doing a whitelighters job." The sarcasm came through loud and clear.
"Why, what's going on?"
"Chaos." she said simply, orbing away from him.
For a moment, he considered going after her, but instead stood still, attempting to find his fathers presence that way. It only took him a moment, then he orbed down after him. He found his dad healing someone, who'd obviously been injured by a demon, judging from the sucking chest wound.
He simply said a quiet, "Dad."
Leo turned around, having healed the mortal - or perhaps the man was a whitelighter or witch? - and seen his son standing there. "Wyatt?" he asked in disbelief, 'What are you doing here?' conveyed in just that one uttering of his name.
An unbidden tear few down the boys cheek, and collapsed into a hug from his father.
"Mom's dead."
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Next: Chapter 3: Weeping Angels Without Halo's.
Chapter 2: Shattered
Chris simply looked at the officer, stomach turning slightly and not in a good way. What was going on? Maybe it was just Darryl that wanted him. After all, demon activity was the family specialty. Feeling slightly rationalised, he followed the officer to the perimeter of the garden. Upon seeing Darryl, he relaxed a little. Feeling more assured, he gave a little smile and called to him.
Darryl turned, and a completely forced smile appeared. "Chris."
The familiar bile feeling came back with a vengeance, and for a second time that night he asked, "What's going on?"
The smile faltered, "I think you should sit down."
"Why?"
Darryl pointed to the wall on his neighbours garden and sat on it himself, "I need to ask a few questions, please."
Chris did not like the look of what was going on at his own house, seeing ambulances he sat, "Did something happen? Did Mom get hurt? 'Cause I can call Wyatt and he can -"
"Can I ask you where you and your brother were tonight first?" he said, interrupting him.
"I was at the Library, I don't know where Wyatt went." he said, desperatly looking at the house. "Not my brothers keeper, you know?"
"Well, what about your parents? Aunts?"
"Umm, Dad's up there as usual as far as I know and Mom was having a night in watching movies with Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige." he faltered, seeing a stretcher being braught from his house, "Darryl, what happened?"
Darryl stayed quiet for a moment, "I was hoping you could tell me."
He just looked at him for a moment longer before getting off the wall, "Did something happen to Mom?" he whispered.
"Is there any way you can do that summoning thing for your brother or your Father?"
"Darryl!" he said, starting to get very irratated.
"I just think it would be better if I explained it to both of you once, is all."
Chris looked at him, then to the house, then called, "Dad! Wyatt!"
On the third call, a flurry of white orbs despensed his brother in front of him, crossed arms and all. "What?!"
Darryl cleared his throat, "No Leo?"
Seeing the ambulance, Wyatt sprinted up the steps of the house without asking for an explanation. Chris looked to Darryl, then went after him.
----
The moment Wyatt walked into the manor, he regretted it. There were three sheet drapped bodies in the living room, and with a retch, he recognised his mothers wedding ring from under one of them. Freezing the room, and hoping to every god he could think of that he didn't blow anyone up in his panicked state. He pulled the sheet back and tried to heal her, ignoring the cold dead feeling grasping at his heart.
"Oh, god, is she...?"
Turning his brothers whispered utter from behind him, he stated with a hard, sure voice, "No, she just needs to be healed."
Moments went by, and nothing happened. Why wasn't working? A back part of his mind told him the second he saw the sheet over her, he'd known nothing would. Still, he tried to heal her.
Suddenly, the freeze wore of and Darryl ran in from the door, where he'd been frozen. Seeing Chris slid against the wall, holding his knees and Wyatt, sitting hands now on his lap, he froze without magic this time.
"What are these kids doing in here, Inspector?" asked a junior officer.
He pointed to Wyatt and Piper, "Her sons."
She paled and nodded, reaching out for Wyatt, who batted her off, getting up.
"Where are you going?" Chris asked him, quietly.
"To get Dad," he said, walking out the door before orbing.
"Come on," she said, pulling Chris to his feet, "Why don't we go and sit in the kitchen?"
Chris just looked at his mother, blinking away the already shedding tears. "I should wait on Wyatt." he replied to the officer hoarsely.
"You can wait in the kitchen," Darryl said, "I'll stay here."
Chris just nodded numbly, and let himself be led to the kitchen. Everywhere he looked, there were things belonging to his Mother and Aunts. He shivered, suddenly nautious, and in need of air. But there were people out there and he was upset; what if his powers went nuts in front of them? It would be Aunt Prue all over again.
So he decided just to wait, and hope Wyatt was okay.
----
The first word that came to Wyatt's mind upon orbing up to what his mother had dubbed 'Elder Land', his first thought was that it seemed in utter anarchy. People running here and there. Mostly, they gave him a look to say that he wasn't meant to be here. It took a few minutes for someone to voice it.
"You are not supposed to be here."
He turned to see another elder, a woman, a woman staring at him with squinted eyes.
"I'm looking for my Dad." Wyatt said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "Is he here?"
"Your Father," she practically spat, "Is down there, in his infinate wisdom, doing a whitelighters job." The sarcasm came through loud and clear.
"Why, what's going on?"
"Chaos." she said simply, orbing away from him.
For a moment, he considered going after her, but instead stood still, attempting to find his fathers presence that way. It only took him a moment, then he orbed down after him. He found his dad healing someone, who'd obviously been injured by a demon, judging from the sucking chest wound.
He simply said a quiet, "Dad."
Leo turned around, having healed the mortal - or perhaps the man was a whitelighter or witch? - and seen his son standing there. "Wyatt?" he asked in disbelief, 'What are you doing here?' conveyed in just that one uttering of his name.
An unbidden tear few down the boys cheek, and collapsed into a hug from his father.
"Mom's dead."
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Next: Chapter 3: Weeping Angels Without Halo's.