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Summary: A short little songfic about Chris and Wyatt. Not slash, just the love between brothers.  Also involves mucho Wyatt angsting. Takes place after Piper's death. Spoilers for up to Hyde School Reunion. Future Speculation. Wyatt is 16 and Chris is 14. Oneshot, unless it gets good reviews. A note: I absolutely loathe Gideon. He's demonic. Also, is Victor's last name Halliwell? I used it in this story.

~I Will Carry You~

Yeah, I know it hurts
Yeah, I know you're scared
Walkin' down
The road that leads
To Who-Knows-Where

Wyatt Halliwell watched his little brother, Christopher Perry Halliwell sobbing at their mother's grave. He wanted so badly to cry, but he couldn't. He had to be strong. Strong for Chris. His beloved little brother. His cousin, Phoebe's daughter, stood next to her mother watching Chris cry. Aunt Phoebe and her daughter were trying not to cry too. Phoebe's husband was there too. He wasn't crying, but seemed sad. Aunt Paige wasn't even there. She couldn't bring herself to come. She thought that it was her fault. Wyatt felt tears well up. If it were anyone's fault it was his. He wasn't powerful enough to stop him. Gideon. An elder had murdered his mother. And then his father had disappeared. The Elders had probably killed him too. He remembered how good it felt to watch Gideon scream and die as he ran him through with Excalibur. Good and evil were truly nothing but lies. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. No. He would think about the horrible lie of good versus evil later. After he made sure that Chris was okay. Chris was all that mattered.

Dont'cha hang your head
Dont'cha give up yet
When courage starts
To disappear
I will be right here

Wyatt walked over and knelt beside his little brother. He squeezed his shoulder gently, attempting to comfort him. Chris slapped his hand away. 'Go away.' Chris mouthed silently, trying not to burst into tears, it seemed. Wyatt shook his head. He wasn't going to leave. Ever. Chris was his brother. A part of him, his other half. He held out his hand to give his brother a hand up. Chris looked up at him with tears in his eyes. 'I know.' Wyatt thought, 'It's hard to let go.' Chris took his brother's hand and let the stronger Wyatt lift him up. Chris threw himself into Wyatt's arms, sobbing, screaming, No. She's not gone. She can't be! Wyatt held onto Chris and let him cry.

When your world
Breaks down
And the voices tell you,
"Turn around"
When your dreams
Give out
I will carry you
Carry you

Wyatt orbed Chris to the manor, not bothering with telling Phoebe, her husband, and her daughter. Chris came first. He picked up his little brother and carried him to their bedroom. He lay Chris down on the soft bed and brushed the hair away from his eyes. Wyatt spoke to him and told him to sleep. Yes, sleep. Forget everything. I'll protect you from Nightmares. He leaned over and kissed his little brother softly on the forehead, coaxing him to sleep.


When the stars
Go blind
And the darkness starts to
Flood your eyes
When you're fallin'
Behind
I will carry you

Everybody cries
Everybody bleeds
No one ever
Said that life's
An easy thing
That's the beauty of it

Wyatt watched as Chris eventually fell into a fitful sleep. Wyatt decided that he would stay up all night, to make sure Chris wouldn't do anything stupid. He couldn't bear to lose his little brother too. Not after he lost his mom and dad. But was dad ever really there to begin with? Did it matter that he was dead? Wyatt realized that he didn't even care that Leo was dead. He lay down on the bed with Chris. He wrapped his arms around his little brother. That's all that mattered. He would never leave Chris, and Chris would never leave him. He couldn't bear it if Chris left.
 
When you lose your way
Close your eyes
'N' go to sleep
Wake up to
Another day

Wyatt realized that he had fallen asleep. Chris was still lying next to him, seeming to have finally settled into a deep sleep. He heard a knock on the door. Wyatt patted Chris's arm softly and silently promised him that he would come back. He went downstairs and opened the door cautiously. Victor Halliwell stood in the doorway. Wyatt sobbed out a 'Grandpa' and fiercly hugged Victor. Victor comforted him. Wyatt pulled back, shaking his head. No. Comfort Chris. Not me. I don't deserve it. I murdered an Elder! Wyatt couldn't bring himself to tell that to Victor. He just managed to get a few soft sobs of 'Chris'.
 
You should know now
That you're not alone
Take my heart and we will find
You will find
Your way ho-ome

Chris came down the steps, his small feet making soft padding noises behind them. Chris didn't move when he saw Victor. He just stood there, lip trembling. Wyatt sat down on the couch and stared straight ahead, trying to make up for that unnecessary display of sadness. He couldn't be sad. He had to make sure that everything would be okay. He had to do it for his little brother. Wyatt brushed his long, curly blonde hair out of his eyes. He glanced at the table, at his reflection on the shiny surface. He didn't even recognize himself anymore. He wasn't himself. Wyatt Halliwell would never kill an Elder, even one that killed his parents, Elders always worked for the Greater Good after all. He had to have been possessed by some strange demon or something. He rubbed at his dark brown eyes, trying to erase the thoughts from his head. The thoughts of killing Gideon, over and over. He wanted to bring him back just to watch him die, to make him suffer. No, I have to be possessed. This isn't me.

When the stars
Go blind
And the darkness starts to
Flood your eyes
When you've fallen
Behind
I will carry you

Wyatt felt Chris come to stand near him. Chris was telling him something. Something about Grandpa getting custody of them. That was okay. Wyatt loved Grandpa. Other than his aunts, who were busy with their own children, Grandpa and Chris were the only things left of Mom. Chris knelt in front of Wyatt and put his hands on his shoulders. You didn't do it on purpose. You wouldn't have killed Gideon if you'd known what you were doing. Please, please stop hurting yourself over it. Chris kept telling him, over and over. Wyatt didn't know what to do or say, so he just nodded and hugged Chris. Everything will be all right. The world can still be good. I promise, brother, that I will always take care of you. I will carry you. I promise. Not just Wyatt, but Chris too, they were both thinking the same thing. In the end, they weren't just brothers, but a part of each other. And they would always be.

When your world
Breaks down
And the voices tell you,
"Turn around"
When your dreams
Give out
I will carry you
Carry you

*FIN*

Review please? Did you like? Its supposed to be a oneshot, but if it gets good reviews I may write another chapter.