SpiritOfEowyn – Thank you. I realize it's taken me a while to write this
part, but that was due to me losing the first draft of it and me wanting to
get it right.
ChRsTiNe17 – All three, as there are three bodies.
X3 – I know, but it had to happen.
Buffspike – thank you, ill try.
Willows2 – thanks!
Whiteriver – I can never read angst let alone write it usually but it had to be done, so tearfully I did it.
Queen of the Elven City – thank you!
Black Ice – Thank you. I always thought of what was there as dormant, just below the surface and a series of events push him over. It was a pleasure, yours was wonderfully written. I love them as lil kids.
Taynna – Thank you, I was going for that. I always thought of them as disliking him for not being full whitelighter, like he didn't belong there. I agree, they need a name for Elder Land. On a side note, on chapter one I was referring to Wyatt and Bianca being at school together, because there would only be a two year age gap, and not Chris (I'm assuming she was four in Chris-Crossed.) If I told you about the chaos, I'd ruin my own plot suspense!
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Chapter 3: Weeping Angels Without Halo's.
3 Days Later
"Wyatt."
Victor Bennett pulled the eldest Halliwell child into an embrace. He pulled the sixteen year old away just long enough to see him blink away a tear or two. But as quickly as it came, it was gone and to hear him, you wouldn't know that three days ago the world had fallen apart.
"Hi Grandpa," He opened the door fully and let his grandfather enter Halliwell Manor. The place had enough dark energy to last a lifetime, considering the hundreds of demons that had been slain here. But today was it was darker, more helpless feel. It might have had something to do with the half full sitting room being more or less in complete silence. He followed him through, pausing for a moment near the conservatory with a non to his son in laws.
"You okay?"
Wyatt gave a rueful snort, "Fabulous."
Victor smiled slightly at that, "Stupid question." He sighed, "I suppose I meant to ask if you needed anything."
"Apart from my Mom?" he retorted, immediately regretting it. "Might be nice if you could coax my little brother out of hiding."
Victor looked at him, "He's gone?"
"In his room." He said, shaking his head. "I give up trying to get him to come down. He can sit and stew, for all I care."
Victor just cocked his head, "You don't mean that, Wyatt."
Wyatt sighed, "No, I don't suppose I do."
Victor hesitated, "Shouldn't your Father try?"
"Yeah, that'd go over well." Wyatt, as the phone went, "Excuse me."
---
Gingerly, Victor knocked on the door that used to be Pipers as a child: until she had moved into the biggest room when she and Leo had gotten together. It was strange numbness that he looked back on that time now: all of his girls were gone. No parent should ever have to face the nightmare of their child's funeral, let alone having to attend three.
"Go away."
"I come all the way in from New York and all I get is a go away?" Victor called in.
The door opened suddenly, and he's bombarded with a teenage hug. "Whoa!" he said, taking a step backwards.
"Sorry," said the teen, giving a small smile. "I'm just glad you're here."
The first thing he noticed was that he was still in a t-shirt and shorts with 'bed-head'. The red rimmed eyes were to be expected, but he supposed he'd at least expected him to be dressed.
"Why aren't you dressed, Chris?" he asked, softly.
The reply was barely audible, "Not going."
"You aren't going?"
He swallowed, "I-I can't..."
"Chris," he said, cupping his chin slightly, "You've got forever to cry and be sad but only one chance to say goodbye to your Mother and your Aunts. You'll never have the chance again."
A rogue tear slipped its way down, "I-I.."
"I know you feel like you're on your own and no one feels as bad as you do right now, but there is at least one person downstairs that feels every bit as bad as you do."
Chris sniffed, "Wyatt."
His grandfather nodded, "And he's going to have to go through today too, wouldn't you both rather have the company?"
Chris looked at him for a moment, before hugging him once more and heading into his room and locking the door.
Victor just sighed, "Can't say I didn't try..."
---
The first thing Chris noticed was that everyone but Wyatt was already in the cars. He could sense his brother in the Parlour. Perhaps he was planning to orb in, but was that really the best idea? Trying in vain to put the tie on again, he gave up and walked down to the Parlour.
To his surprise, instead of finding him fussing about the house or fixing his tie or shirt or whatever as he had the last few days, he was huddled up on the chair, sobbing quietly.
Chris softly whispered, "I was wondering when you were going to crack."
Wyatt looked up too fast, and lowered his feet on instinct. Their mother didn't like shoes on the furniture. "It rises," he quipped, trying to lighten the conversation and failing miserably.
"Are you orbing?" he asked.
Wyatt just nodded, "I wanted to make sure you didn't want to come but I got...side tracked." He trailed slightly, embarrassed.
"Fix this," he said, "And I'll go."
"Wow," he said, fixing it, "You're easy."
"Never been called that before." He said, putting his hand on his brothers, and Wyatt replied, mid orb, "Not to your face anyway."
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Next Chapter: Feel Like Letting Go
ChRsTiNe17 – All three, as there are three bodies.
X3 – I know, but it had to happen.
Buffspike – thank you, ill try.
Willows2 – thanks!
Whiteriver – I can never read angst let alone write it usually but it had to be done, so tearfully I did it.
Queen of the Elven City – thank you!
Black Ice – Thank you. I always thought of what was there as dormant, just below the surface and a series of events push him over. It was a pleasure, yours was wonderfully written. I love them as lil kids.
Taynna – Thank you, I was going for that. I always thought of them as disliking him for not being full whitelighter, like he didn't belong there. I agree, they need a name for Elder Land. On a side note, on chapter one I was referring to Wyatt and Bianca being at school together, because there would only be a two year age gap, and not Chris (I'm assuming she was four in Chris-Crossed.) If I told you about the chaos, I'd ruin my own plot suspense!
---
Chapter 3: Weeping Angels Without Halo's.
3 Days Later
"Wyatt."
Victor Bennett pulled the eldest Halliwell child into an embrace. He pulled the sixteen year old away just long enough to see him blink away a tear or two. But as quickly as it came, it was gone and to hear him, you wouldn't know that three days ago the world had fallen apart.
"Hi Grandpa," He opened the door fully and let his grandfather enter Halliwell Manor. The place had enough dark energy to last a lifetime, considering the hundreds of demons that had been slain here. But today was it was darker, more helpless feel. It might have had something to do with the half full sitting room being more or less in complete silence. He followed him through, pausing for a moment near the conservatory with a non to his son in laws.
"You okay?"
Wyatt gave a rueful snort, "Fabulous."
Victor smiled slightly at that, "Stupid question." He sighed, "I suppose I meant to ask if you needed anything."
"Apart from my Mom?" he retorted, immediately regretting it. "Might be nice if you could coax my little brother out of hiding."
Victor looked at him, "He's gone?"
"In his room." He said, shaking his head. "I give up trying to get him to come down. He can sit and stew, for all I care."
Victor just cocked his head, "You don't mean that, Wyatt."
Wyatt sighed, "No, I don't suppose I do."
Victor hesitated, "Shouldn't your Father try?"
"Yeah, that'd go over well." Wyatt, as the phone went, "Excuse me."
---
Gingerly, Victor knocked on the door that used to be Pipers as a child: until she had moved into the biggest room when she and Leo had gotten together. It was strange numbness that he looked back on that time now: all of his girls were gone. No parent should ever have to face the nightmare of their child's funeral, let alone having to attend three.
"Go away."
"I come all the way in from New York and all I get is a go away?" Victor called in.
The door opened suddenly, and he's bombarded with a teenage hug. "Whoa!" he said, taking a step backwards.
"Sorry," said the teen, giving a small smile. "I'm just glad you're here."
The first thing he noticed was that he was still in a t-shirt and shorts with 'bed-head'. The red rimmed eyes were to be expected, but he supposed he'd at least expected him to be dressed.
"Why aren't you dressed, Chris?" he asked, softly.
The reply was barely audible, "Not going."
"You aren't going?"
He swallowed, "I-I can't..."
"Chris," he said, cupping his chin slightly, "You've got forever to cry and be sad but only one chance to say goodbye to your Mother and your Aunts. You'll never have the chance again."
A rogue tear slipped its way down, "I-I.."
"I know you feel like you're on your own and no one feels as bad as you do right now, but there is at least one person downstairs that feels every bit as bad as you do."
Chris sniffed, "Wyatt."
His grandfather nodded, "And he's going to have to go through today too, wouldn't you both rather have the company?"
Chris looked at him for a moment, before hugging him once more and heading into his room and locking the door.
Victor just sighed, "Can't say I didn't try..."
---
The first thing Chris noticed was that everyone but Wyatt was already in the cars. He could sense his brother in the Parlour. Perhaps he was planning to orb in, but was that really the best idea? Trying in vain to put the tie on again, he gave up and walked down to the Parlour.
To his surprise, instead of finding him fussing about the house or fixing his tie or shirt or whatever as he had the last few days, he was huddled up on the chair, sobbing quietly.
Chris softly whispered, "I was wondering when you were going to crack."
Wyatt looked up too fast, and lowered his feet on instinct. Their mother didn't like shoes on the furniture. "It rises," he quipped, trying to lighten the conversation and failing miserably.
"Are you orbing?" he asked.
Wyatt just nodded, "I wanted to make sure you didn't want to come but I got...side tracked." He trailed slightly, embarrassed.
"Fix this," he said, "And I'll go."
"Wow," he said, fixing it, "You're easy."
"Never been called that before." He said, putting his hand on his brothers, and Wyatt replied, mid orb, "Not to your face anyway."
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Next Chapter: Feel Like Letting Go