Author's Note: This chapter may be a little confusing but I wrote the
other one at 11 last night and I wasn't paying full attention and I
completely forgot that I didn't finish the dream, so this will pick up
basically where the dream left off. Again I have to thank you all for the
reviews for New Discoveries, I was just over whelmed by all the reviews and
probably will be for a long time.
As soon as Wyatt had left Chris, he was thrown back into his horrible dream.
Dream:
"Mom!" Chris screamed as he saw his mother take a fire ball to the shoulder. She staggered back and was by his side near the potions cabinet. He had a few potions in his hands and was throwing them at demons. His mother threw open the cabinet door and started throwing potions, she knew that cabinet like the back of her hand, she knew exactly which potions did what and where they were.
She handed the potions to Chris and told him which demons to throw them at, a fourteen your old defiantly had better aim than a forty something year old with and injured shoulder. For every demon Chris vanquished five more would show up. Suddenly a Darklighter arrow pierced Chris' right shoulder. Piper shoved him behind her, trying to protect what might be the last of her family.
"No! Mom! There's to many of them and you're hurt!" he yelled trying to move past her.
"So are you," she said, grabbing some more potions but keeping one hand free so she could blow up the weaker demons. She was hit by another fire ball and fell back, Chris caught her. He was going to orb her to someone who could heal her, or to a safer place, something he should have done long ago. He tried to orb but the Darklighter poison was beginning to take affect and he was too weak to manage a long distance, the most he could do was orb her to her bedroom.
He laid her down on the bed, trying to ignore the pain in his shoulder. "Wyatt!" he yelled, hoping that his brother was still alive, "Wyatt come one, I need you, MOM needs you!" He got no response. He listened, trying to hear if any one was in the house. It was completely silent, it seemed that they had done what they tried to accomplished, killed a Charmed One. 'She's not dead yet,' thought Chris.
He felt a hand reach up and touch his face. He looked down into his mother's eyes. "Hey," she said softly, "You take care of yourself okay? Fight the good fight."
"What are you talking about? You're going to be fine, you're not going to die," Chris said, tears began to well up and spill over.
"I love you all, tell your brother that. I love you so much Chris," her hand lowered to rest on top of her stomach.
"No mom, come on, you can't be dead, I need you!" She didn't move, Chris collapsed on top of her, partially from grief and partially from the weakness. The poison was spreading and if he didn't get help soon he would be joining his mom. "Wyatt," he said weakly just before he passed out.
Real World:
Wyatt never moved when he slept, so the only way you could tell what was going on was by his expression. It was very troubled and almost fearful. He had dreams of memories just like Chris did.
Dream:
Wyatt vanquished two demons, before he had a chance to even turn around the other four had left. He heard a small desperate call in his head, it was his brother. He had been so caught up in the battle before that he hadn't heard Chris' first calls.
He orbed into the room and almost collapsed at the scene he saw. His mother was lying on her bed, obviously dead. He scanned the room and saw his little brother lying on the floor by the bed. A Darklighter arrow sticking out of his shoulder. He quickly took the arrow out and healed his brother.
"Wyatt," Chris began, "Mom is—"
"I know," said Wyatt.
"I couldn't stop them, there were to many of them!"
"Shh," said Wyatt gently, "I know."
Chris' Dream:
Wyatt stood up and Chris saw something had changed in his brother, he didn't know what it was, he didn't really care either, this was the only family he had now. He remembered Piper's words to him "Fight the good fight." As far as Chris was concerned that fight was to be fought by his brother's side.
Real World:
The now sixteen year old Chris woke up, but this time he didn't call for Wyatt. He never did the second time, he didn't know why. Maybe it was because he was feeling guilt because he was beginning to realize that the 'good' fight, was not supposed to be fought by his brother's side.
Wyatt was sitting in the kitchen at the table, relaxing the warm morning sun light. Chris walked in and glanced at his brother, the sun making Wyatt's blonde hair look slightly like a halo. 'Yeah, some angel,' thought Chris as he went to sit across the table from his brother. Wyatt had always insisted on family breakfasts.
They gazed across the table and noted that each looked like they hadn't slept well. Chris yawned widely and grabbed a bagel from the plate in the middle of the table.
"Morning," said Chris sleepily.
"You had another nightmare last night," said Wyatt, studying his brother.
Chris paused then put the bagel on his plate and said quietly, "I know."
"It's been two years Chris."
"I know but that's not something you just forget," snapped Chris.
"I'm sorry," said Wyatt. Like himself, Chris had lines that were not meant to be crossed and he had almost gone over one of the biggest. Wyatt grabbed a bagel and some jelly and spread it on the bagel. They ate in tense silence for a few minutes.
Chris broke the silence by saying, "Do you have anything for me to do today? Other than interrogating, it gets boring."
"But you're good at it," said Wyatt looking at his brother.
"I want to fight though, not just interrogate. I'm good in a fight, you know that."
"Of course you are, you're a Halliwell and my brother, you learned from the best."
"Then let me fight!"
"There are no major fights right now," said Wyatt simply, "If you want, I could send you on a patrol. Those members of the Alliance are pesky and need to be dealt with." Wyatt studied his brother, he was testing Chris, if he was planning something against him he wouldn't be willing to go after the rogue witches.
"Okay," said Chris before even he knew what he was saying. Could he go and hunt good witches, kill good witches, without being provoked? Today would hold the answers.
As soon as Wyatt had left Chris, he was thrown back into his horrible dream.
Dream:
"Mom!" Chris screamed as he saw his mother take a fire ball to the shoulder. She staggered back and was by his side near the potions cabinet. He had a few potions in his hands and was throwing them at demons. His mother threw open the cabinet door and started throwing potions, she knew that cabinet like the back of her hand, she knew exactly which potions did what and where they were.
She handed the potions to Chris and told him which demons to throw them at, a fourteen your old defiantly had better aim than a forty something year old with and injured shoulder. For every demon Chris vanquished five more would show up. Suddenly a Darklighter arrow pierced Chris' right shoulder. Piper shoved him behind her, trying to protect what might be the last of her family.
"No! Mom! There's to many of them and you're hurt!" he yelled trying to move past her.
"So are you," she said, grabbing some more potions but keeping one hand free so she could blow up the weaker demons. She was hit by another fire ball and fell back, Chris caught her. He was going to orb her to someone who could heal her, or to a safer place, something he should have done long ago. He tried to orb but the Darklighter poison was beginning to take affect and he was too weak to manage a long distance, the most he could do was orb her to her bedroom.
He laid her down on the bed, trying to ignore the pain in his shoulder. "Wyatt!" he yelled, hoping that his brother was still alive, "Wyatt come one, I need you, MOM needs you!" He got no response. He listened, trying to hear if any one was in the house. It was completely silent, it seemed that they had done what they tried to accomplished, killed a Charmed One. 'She's not dead yet,' thought Chris.
He felt a hand reach up and touch his face. He looked down into his mother's eyes. "Hey," she said softly, "You take care of yourself okay? Fight the good fight."
"What are you talking about? You're going to be fine, you're not going to die," Chris said, tears began to well up and spill over.
"I love you all, tell your brother that. I love you so much Chris," her hand lowered to rest on top of her stomach.
"No mom, come on, you can't be dead, I need you!" She didn't move, Chris collapsed on top of her, partially from grief and partially from the weakness. The poison was spreading and if he didn't get help soon he would be joining his mom. "Wyatt," he said weakly just before he passed out.
Real World:
Wyatt never moved when he slept, so the only way you could tell what was going on was by his expression. It was very troubled and almost fearful. He had dreams of memories just like Chris did.
Dream:
Wyatt vanquished two demons, before he had a chance to even turn around the other four had left. He heard a small desperate call in his head, it was his brother. He had been so caught up in the battle before that he hadn't heard Chris' first calls.
He orbed into the room and almost collapsed at the scene he saw. His mother was lying on her bed, obviously dead. He scanned the room and saw his little brother lying on the floor by the bed. A Darklighter arrow sticking out of his shoulder. He quickly took the arrow out and healed his brother.
"Wyatt," Chris began, "Mom is—"
"I know," said Wyatt.
"I couldn't stop them, there were to many of them!"
"Shh," said Wyatt gently, "I know."
Chris' Dream:
Wyatt stood up and Chris saw something had changed in his brother, he didn't know what it was, he didn't really care either, this was the only family he had now. He remembered Piper's words to him "Fight the good fight." As far as Chris was concerned that fight was to be fought by his brother's side.
Real World:
The now sixteen year old Chris woke up, but this time he didn't call for Wyatt. He never did the second time, he didn't know why. Maybe it was because he was feeling guilt because he was beginning to realize that the 'good' fight, was not supposed to be fought by his brother's side.
Wyatt was sitting in the kitchen at the table, relaxing the warm morning sun light. Chris walked in and glanced at his brother, the sun making Wyatt's blonde hair look slightly like a halo. 'Yeah, some angel,' thought Chris as he went to sit across the table from his brother. Wyatt had always insisted on family breakfasts.
They gazed across the table and noted that each looked like they hadn't slept well. Chris yawned widely and grabbed a bagel from the plate in the middle of the table.
"Morning," said Chris sleepily.
"You had another nightmare last night," said Wyatt, studying his brother.
Chris paused then put the bagel on his plate and said quietly, "I know."
"It's been two years Chris."
"I know but that's not something you just forget," snapped Chris.
"I'm sorry," said Wyatt. Like himself, Chris had lines that were not meant to be crossed and he had almost gone over one of the biggest. Wyatt grabbed a bagel and some jelly and spread it on the bagel. They ate in tense silence for a few minutes.
Chris broke the silence by saying, "Do you have anything for me to do today? Other than interrogating, it gets boring."
"But you're good at it," said Wyatt looking at his brother.
"I want to fight though, not just interrogate. I'm good in a fight, you know that."
"Of course you are, you're a Halliwell and my brother, you learned from the best."
"Then let me fight!"
"There are no major fights right now," said Wyatt simply, "If you want, I could send you on a patrol. Those members of the Alliance are pesky and need to be dealt with." Wyatt studied his brother, he was testing Chris, if he was planning something against him he wouldn't be willing to go after the rogue witches.
"Okay," said Chris before even he knew what he was saying. Could he go and hunt good witches, kill good witches, without being provoked? Today would hold the answers.