Author's Note: Well, I'm back again with another story from my third
period econ class. I only hope that this one is as good as my other story.
Econ has given me lots of time for different ideas to mess around with,
but with limited computer access, it may take some tine for the stories to
be posted. But, please have faith. Anyway, excuse my rambling, you're
here to read a fan fic, not some babble. So, go ahead and review, but
please, no flames or I may be forced to send my minions after you. Wait, I
don't have any minions...::shrugs:: Oh well. Blessed Be!
Chapter One: "It okay, mama."
Phoebe stood outside of Pipers door, listening to her older sister cry. Ever since they had brought Piper home from the hospital, it was all anyone ever heard her do when passing her room. The second floor of the Manor was silent, except for the falling tears of a mother who found out that she had lost her son.
Piper wouldn't let anyone in her room. She kept herself locked inside and everyone else locked out. No one was allowed to see her, and when Leo and the sisters tried to send in Wyatt to cheer her up, Piper just sent him away, claiming that she didn't want to see anyone at the moment. There was only one person whom Piper could bear to see, no matter how painful it was, and that one person was Chris.
Baby Chris.
He was a silent little angel who lay in his crib, watching his mother pace back and forth. Had he been old enough, he would have been at her side, hugging her and giving her all the love and hope he could. But there he was, only a few days old and Piper still couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye without crying.
Little Chris had already lost his baby blue eyes and they were now a bright green and he had a full head of light brown hair, which Piper knew would only grow darker as he grew older. He was so small, and Piper couldn't help but remember how tall he would become.
But that was just it. Every time Piper gazed down at her perfect little son, she was only reminded of the older version of him and she was reduced to tears. Her tears often caused little Chris to cry himself, and Piper would slowly make her way toward him and would reach inside his crib, take him into her arms and hold him close.
"I will never let you go," she would whisper, over and over into his ear. "You will always be safe with me. Always."
It was her whispered promise that Phoebe heard day after day as she stood at her sister's door, waiting to be let in. She would wait for minutes, for hours to no avail, and would be forced to leave and return to the others downstairs. Her face would be grim when she saw the others and Phoebe was pained when she looked down at her nephew and watched as his hopes sank.
"You'll see mommy soon," Phoebe would tell him as she picked him up.
It hurt Phoebe, but it hurt Paige and Leo too. Piper wasn't the only one who had lost someone that day. Two aunts lost their younger nephew and a man lost his youngest son. Everyone hurt, but they had to stay strong. They had to keep themselves composed for Wyatt, to let him know that everything was all right and was going to be all right and that mommy would be coming to see him soon.
Wyatt didn't quite understand what was going on around him. He was only a little over a year old and so much had happened over the last few days. To him, the first part had been nothing but a big adventure, escaping Gideon and venturing the Underworld. There wasn't the slightest notion to Wyatt that he had been in countless dangers when he was all alone. His young mind told him that he had to find his family, and he tried, but they found him instead.
The young boy hardly remembered the older version of his younger brother. He did remember not feeling safe around him in the beginning, that he used to put up his shield and keep his distance from him. But he also remembered how when Gideon came for him, that Chris came to his rescue.
Or tried to.
He remembered Chris falling onto the floor and not getting up. He remembered his daddy orbing in and being upset about Chris. Wyatt knew that his father was good and only loved those who were good and knew, as Gideon took him into his arms, that Chris wasn't his enemy.
Now, one might think that a one year old could understand this, or a child going on the age of two for that matter, but Wyatt was special and somehow understood. But what he didn't understand was that Chris, big Chris, was not there. Why he wasn't coming back.
"Chris," Wyatt said, looking at his father. "Chris."
Leo gazed down at his son, a sad look in his eyes. "He's upstairs with your mommy."
It was then that Wyatt disappeared in a swirl of glowing lights and found himself in his mother's room. Leo and the others did not bother trying to stop him. They thought that it might be a good thing that Wyatt orbed himself into the room, thus not allowing Piper to just send the boy away.
"Mama."
Piper turned around and found Wyatt standing in the center of her room, his eyes big with tears. Instantly she was at his side and took him in her arms. She held him and didn't want to let go. Wyatt fell limp in her grasp and let her hold him, knowing that he was safe. Words went through his mind, words that he had heard his father say to him and heard his aunts say, and he tried to form them, to say them out loud.
Pulling Wyatt away form her, Piper stared at her son as he looked up at her and said,
"It okay."
Tears filled her eyes.
"It okay, mama."
Chapter One: "It okay, mama."
Phoebe stood outside of Pipers door, listening to her older sister cry. Ever since they had brought Piper home from the hospital, it was all anyone ever heard her do when passing her room. The second floor of the Manor was silent, except for the falling tears of a mother who found out that she had lost her son.
Piper wouldn't let anyone in her room. She kept herself locked inside and everyone else locked out. No one was allowed to see her, and when Leo and the sisters tried to send in Wyatt to cheer her up, Piper just sent him away, claiming that she didn't want to see anyone at the moment. There was only one person whom Piper could bear to see, no matter how painful it was, and that one person was Chris.
Baby Chris.
He was a silent little angel who lay in his crib, watching his mother pace back and forth. Had he been old enough, he would have been at her side, hugging her and giving her all the love and hope he could. But there he was, only a few days old and Piper still couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye without crying.
Little Chris had already lost his baby blue eyes and they were now a bright green and he had a full head of light brown hair, which Piper knew would only grow darker as he grew older. He was so small, and Piper couldn't help but remember how tall he would become.
But that was just it. Every time Piper gazed down at her perfect little son, she was only reminded of the older version of him and she was reduced to tears. Her tears often caused little Chris to cry himself, and Piper would slowly make her way toward him and would reach inside his crib, take him into her arms and hold him close.
"I will never let you go," she would whisper, over and over into his ear. "You will always be safe with me. Always."
It was her whispered promise that Phoebe heard day after day as she stood at her sister's door, waiting to be let in. She would wait for minutes, for hours to no avail, and would be forced to leave and return to the others downstairs. Her face would be grim when she saw the others and Phoebe was pained when she looked down at her nephew and watched as his hopes sank.
"You'll see mommy soon," Phoebe would tell him as she picked him up.
It hurt Phoebe, but it hurt Paige and Leo too. Piper wasn't the only one who had lost someone that day. Two aunts lost their younger nephew and a man lost his youngest son. Everyone hurt, but they had to stay strong. They had to keep themselves composed for Wyatt, to let him know that everything was all right and was going to be all right and that mommy would be coming to see him soon.
Wyatt didn't quite understand what was going on around him. He was only a little over a year old and so much had happened over the last few days. To him, the first part had been nothing but a big adventure, escaping Gideon and venturing the Underworld. There wasn't the slightest notion to Wyatt that he had been in countless dangers when he was all alone. His young mind told him that he had to find his family, and he tried, but they found him instead.
The young boy hardly remembered the older version of his younger brother. He did remember not feeling safe around him in the beginning, that he used to put up his shield and keep his distance from him. But he also remembered how when Gideon came for him, that Chris came to his rescue.
Or tried to.
He remembered Chris falling onto the floor and not getting up. He remembered his daddy orbing in and being upset about Chris. Wyatt knew that his father was good and only loved those who were good and knew, as Gideon took him into his arms, that Chris wasn't his enemy.
Now, one might think that a one year old could understand this, or a child going on the age of two for that matter, but Wyatt was special and somehow understood. But what he didn't understand was that Chris, big Chris, was not there. Why he wasn't coming back.
"Chris," Wyatt said, looking at his father. "Chris."
Leo gazed down at his son, a sad look in his eyes. "He's upstairs with your mommy."
It was then that Wyatt disappeared in a swirl of glowing lights and found himself in his mother's room. Leo and the others did not bother trying to stop him. They thought that it might be a good thing that Wyatt orbed himself into the room, thus not allowing Piper to just send the boy away.
"Mama."
Piper turned around and found Wyatt standing in the center of her room, his eyes big with tears. Instantly she was at his side and took him in her arms. She held him and didn't want to let go. Wyatt fell limp in her grasp and let her hold him, knowing that he was safe. Words went through his mind, words that he had heard his father say to him and heard his aunts say, and he tried to form them, to say them out loud.
Pulling Wyatt away form her, Piper stared at her son as he looked up at her and said,
"It okay."
Tears filled her eyes.
"It okay, mama."