Author's Note: Hey all, I'm back with a new fic. I hop you all can forgive
me enough for that evil ending at the end of New Discoveries to read this.
This fic is totally unrelated to New Discoveries. It comes from my songfic
Defiance, some people that reviewed seemed interested in it and wanted me
to make a story out of it. I hope the end result doesn't suck to horribly
Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed. Last time I'm gonna say it so you better memorize it and don't sue me! Not that you'd get anything, I have nada, well a little bit of money but it's all mine!
Chris paced back and forth in front of the witch he was interrogating. This one happened to be very noisy and just couldn't seem to get when it was smart to shut up. "Why'd you turn on us? Huh Chris? You're supposed to be the good one, yet you were weak enough to give into your brother, you should be out there fighting with us, not against us." Her words cut deep in his heart and he grew angry.
"Won't you just. Shut. Up?!" Chris yelled, finally loosing it. He threw an athame and it stuck into the witch's chest. She looked at her chest in shock and then went completely limp. She slid down the wall, leaving a bloody trail. Chris turned away, trying to appear uncaring because he knew that Wyatt was watching him. "Useless witch," he muttered under his breath, just for good measure. He orbed back to Wyatt's head quarters.
Wyatt was leaning back in his chair, his arms folded across his chest, "Get anything useful from her Christopher?"
"No, she got mouthy and I had to kill her," said Chris, meeting his brother's eyes, a thing few dared to do.
"That's the second time this week. You can't just kill the people you are interrogating because they annoy you," said Wyatt.
"Why not? You do," said Chris. He immediately tensed, he had crossed a line and he waited to see what would happen. He let himself relax when Wyatt pretended not to notice.
"She was useful Chris. What did she say to you anyway?" asked Wyatt with a cold curiosity.
"Nothing," said Chris quickly, he didn't want his brother to know how much doing his bidding was tearing him up inside.
"Well that's the second witch that has said nothing to you. I'm your brother, you can tell me what's bothering you," said Wyatt, his voice much softer than it had been moments ago.
"I told you! It's nothing," he wanted to leave but he didn't dare to move unless he was dismissed.
"Fine, you can go, but I'm watching you."
"Aren't you always?" Another line crossed, Chris orbed out before Wyatt had a chance to react. He appeared in his room in the Manor, the one that had been his and his alone since he was ten and Wyatt was twelve. Wyatt had moved into the bigger guest room so he had the room all to himself. It was cozy and just about the only bedroom in the house that Chris wanted or was allowed to enter. Wyatt's room was off limits, not that he would want to go in there anyway, and his aunts and his mother's room held too many painful memories for him to dare put a foot over the threshold.
He sighed and flopped down on his bed. Another day, another witch vanquished, another tussle with his conscious. He was Wyatt's right hand man, his best agent, as Chris liked to refer to himself as. It had all begun the day his mother had died. Chris drifted off to a fitful sleep full of dreams of memories.
Dream:
"Chris!" yelled Piper, ducking behind a couch. Chris ducked just in time and the fire ball missed his head by inches. He stood back up and used his telekinesis to throw the demon out the front door of the Manor. Piper stood up and ran over to Chris, checking him for injuries.
"I'm fine mom," he said pushing her off.
"Good, now lets go." Piper grabbed his arm and pulled him up the stairs to the attic. She started flipping through the Book of Shadows. Chris heard a crash downstairs and then heard someone coming up the stairs. He nervously glanced between his mother and the door. Piper didn't seem to notice, she was flipping through The Book. Chris decided what he had to do and took a fighting stance in front of the door.
Piper finally looked up when she felt Chris move from her side. "Chris get back here! We need to wait for Phoebe and Paige to get here."
"They're not going to come mom! This is a full scale attack, they're probably dead!" said Chris harshly. He needed his mom's help and getting her angry would get her to her strongest, no matter how much it hurt him to hurt her.
She bit back her tears, not wanting to get angry at her son when he needed her, "We need Wyatt." Chris looked at her disbelievingly, there were being attacked and she was acting like a child.
"Full. Scale. Attack," he said slowly, "That means he is probably just as busy as we are. You know I can't defend them all on my own, I need your help mom, I need a Charmed One by my side." His pleading seemed to knock some sense into Piper. She moved in front of Chris, prepared to fight whatever came through that door.
Real world:
Chris tossed and turned in his sleep as the dream intensified. He had been having the same dream almost every night since that day. He regretted his actions of that day. Pushing his mom over the edge and forcing her to fight when he could have just orbed her to a safer place. He had always blamed her death on himself and probably always would.
Chris woke up very suddenly and immediately yelled, "Wyatt!" Wyatt orbed in and saw his brother's disheveled appearance and knew that he had had another nightmare. Chris grabbed Wyatt around the waist, acting very much like a child. Wyatt was used to it and patted Chris' head.
"It's okay, everything's fine, you still have me," Wyatt said softly to Chris. He was glad no one was here to see this, a display of weakness in his family was unacceptable. Wyatt still tried to comfort Chris though, he was the only family he had. Wyatt couldn't even begin to think how bad it must be having memories of your mother being killed. He had lost his mother too, but he hadn't seen her die.
He held on tight to his little brother as Chris cried for their mother and the rest of their family. Wyatt may be a leader to the rest of the world, but he was a big brother to Chris first, and always would be. He had done all of this for Chris, created this world were he would be safe and no one would ever mess with him because they knew they would have to answer to him.
He waited until Chris had calmed down and was almost asleep again before he detached himself from his brother and went back to his room. All this that he had created for him and Chris wasn't happy, he was showing signs of depression and always had nightmare, he was also very irritable. He had the feeling Chris was planning something, he just didn't know what. If it was a force against him, would Wyatt be able to kill his own brother?
Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed. Last time I'm gonna say it so you better memorize it and don't sue me! Not that you'd get anything, I have nada, well a little bit of money but it's all mine!
Chris paced back and forth in front of the witch he was interrogating. This one happened to be very noisy and just couldn't seem to get when it was smart to shut up. "Why'd you turn on us? Huh Chris? You're supposed to be the good one, yet you were weak enough to give into your brother, you should be out there fighting with us, not against us." Her words cut deep in his heart and he grew angry.
"Won't you just. Shut. Up?!" Chris yelled, finally loosing it. He threw an athame and it stuck into the witch's chest. She looked at her chest in shock and then went completely limp. She slid down the wall, leaving a bloody trail. Chris turned away, trying to appear uncaring because he knew that Wyatt was watching him. "Useless witch," he muttered under his breath, just for good measure. He orbed back to Wyatt's head quarters.
Wyatt was leaning back in his chair, his arms folded across his chest, "Get anything useful from her Christopher?"
"No, she got mouthy and I had to kill her," said Chris, meeting his brother's eyes, a thing few dared to do.
"That's the second time this week. You can't just kill the people you are interrogating because they annoy you," said Wyatt.
"Why not? You do," said Chris. He immediately tensed, he had crossed a line and he waited to see what would happen. He let himself relax when Wyatt pretended not to notice.
"She was useful Chris. What did she say to you anyway?" asked Wyatt with a cold curiosity.
"Nothing," said Chris quickly, he didn't want his brother to know how much doing his bidding was tearing him up inside.
"Well that's the second witch that has said nothing to you. I'm your brother, you can tell me what's bothering you," said Wyatt, his voice much softer than it had been moments ago.
"I told you! It's nothing," he wanted to leave but he didn't dare to move unless he was dismissed.
"Fine, you can go, but I'm watching you."
"Aren't you always?" Another line crossed, Chris orbed out before Wyatt had a chance to react. He appeared in his room in the Manor, the one that had been his and his alone since he was ten and Wyatt was twelve. Wyatt had moved into the bigger guest room so he had the room all to himself. It was cozy and just about the only bedroom in the house that Chris wanted or was allowed to enter. Wyatt's room was off limits, not that he would want to go in there anyway, and his aunts and his mother's room held too many painful memories for him to dare put a foot over the threshold.
He sighed and flopped down on his bed. Another day, another witch vanquished, another tussle with his conscious. He was Wyatt's right hand man, his best agent, as Chris liked to refer to himself as. It had all begun the day his mother had died. Chris drifted off to a fitful sleep full of dreams of memories.
Dream:
"Chris!" yelled Piper, ducking behind a couch. Chris ducked just in time and the fire ball missed his head by inches. He stood back up and used his telekinesis to throw the demon out the front door of the Manor. Piper stood up and ran over to Chris, checking him for injuries.
"I'm fine mom," he said pushing her off.
"Good, now lets go." Piper grabbed his arm and pulled him up the stairs to the attic. She started flipping through the Book of Shadows. Chris heard a crash downstairs and then heard someone coming up the stairs. He nervously glanced between his mother and the door. Piper didn't seem to notice, she was flipping through The Book. Chris decided what he had to do and took a fighting stance in front of the door.
Piper finally looked up when she felt Chris move from her side. "Chris get back here! We need to wait for Phoebe and Paige to get here."
"They're not going to come mom! This is a full scale attack, they're probably dead!" said Chris harshly. He needed his mom's help and getting her angry would get her to her strongest, no matter how much it hurt him to hurt her.
She bit back her tears, not wanting to get angry at her son when he needed her, "We need Wyatt." Chris looked at her disbelievingly, there were being attacked and she was acting like a child.
"Full. Scale. Attack," he said slowly, "That means he is probably just as busy as we are. You know I can't defend them all on my own, I need your help mom, I need a Charmed One by my side." His pleading seemed to knock some sense into Piper. She moved in front of Chris, prepared to fight whatever came through that door.
Real world:
Chris tossed and turned in his sleep as the dream intensified. He had been having the same dream almost every night since that day. He regretted his actions of that day. Pushing his mom over the edge and forcing her to fight when he could have just orbed her to a safer place. He had always blamed her death on himself and probably always would.
Chris woke up very suddenly and immediately yelled, "Wyatt!" Wyatt orbed in and saw his brother's disheveled appearance and knew that he had had another nightmare. Chris grabbed Wyatt around the waist, acting very much like a child. Wyatt was used to it and patted Chris' head.
"It's okay, everything's fine, you still have me," Wyatt said softly to Chris. He was glad no one was here to see this, a display of weakness in his family was unacceptable. Wyatt still tried to comfort Chris though, he was the only family he had. Wyatt couldn't even begin to think how bad it must be having memories of your mother being killed. He had lost his mother too, but he hadn't seen her die.
He held on tight to his little brother as Chris cried for their mother and the rest of their family. Wyatt may be a leader to the rest of the world, but he was a big brother to Chris first, and always would be. He had done all of this for Chris, created this world were he would be safe and no one would ever mess with him because they knew they would have to answer to him.
He waited until Chris had calmed down and was almost asleep again before he detached himself from his brother and went back to his room. All this that he had created for him and Chris wasn't happy, he was showing signs of depression and always had nightmare, he was also very irritable. He had the feeling Chris was planning something, he just didn't know what. If it was a force against him, would Wyatt be able to kill his own brother?