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Summary: Chapter 2, since people seemed to actually like it. Takes place about a week or so after the first chapter. Wyatt and Chris are moving in with Victor, leaving the Manor to Phoebe and her daughter. Phoebe's daughter and husband will remain nameless, since we don't' know anything about them. Wyatt is having major problems adjusting. Chris is the one who attempts comfort this time. This chapter is kinda dark. Wyatt attempts suicide. Also, thanks to darla101 for clearing up Victor's name.

~Someday~

How the hell did we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able, to see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables?

I wish you'd unclench your fists, and unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
But don't think it's too late.

Wyatt Halliwell stood in the doorway of their new house. Victor Bennet's house, their Grandpa's. He looked down at his heavy suitcase. His hands were clenched so tightly around the handle that his knuckles had turned white. Chris was standing behind him, attempting to move past him into the house. Wyatt simply stood there. How did this happen? How could I have let that bastard kill Mom? How did we end up like this?  He heard Victor's voice behind him.

"Wyatt? What's wrong, kiddo? You don't like it? Come on, go inside. Or at least let your brother get in."

Wyatt nodded wordlessly. He stepped inside the slightly familiar house. Ever since Chris had been born, Victor had lived in San Francisco. Victor really seemed to care about Chris. They were so close. Wyatt had no one. Victor couldn't understand anything. Chris couldn't either. No one could. Wyatt glanced over at Chris. He was only 14, but seemed to be handling things better than Wyatt was. Wyatt continued to stand there, near the doorway. If he went in all the way, it would be real. At least at the manor he could pretend that Mom was still there. That he wasn't a vile murderer. That good and evil weren't lies. He couldn't do it. He took a step back. Chris let out a soft yelp of pain as Wyatt stepped on his foot.

"What was that for, Wy? Come on. Grandpa can't stand here all day just because you don't like the house. Everything'll seem normal someday. I promise. Besides, Mom…wouldn't want us to hurt because of her."

Nothing's wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when

When? Wyatt thought. When will things be better? I'm a filthy murderer. I killed an Elder. Chris doesn't understand that its not Mom that's the problem. I know she's in a better place. She's with Aunt Prue and Great Grams. Wyatt felt his hands start to shake, like they always did when he remembered the monster that he was. He reached out and grabbed Chris, pulling him into a tight hug. Poor, innocent Christopher. Wyatt hoped his beloved little brother would never have to do anything like he had to. No. He hadn't had to kill Gideon. He could have put the case before the Elders and they could have dealt with it. But then, the Elders were in on it weren't they? And where the hell was Dad? Wyatt knew that Dad had never loved either of them. If he had, he would have at least been at Mom's funeral. Wyatt felt Chris shoving him slightly, as if asking to be let go. Sorry. I don't want to lose you too. Wyatt thought to himself, not trusting himself to speak yet. He slowly let go of Chris. Chris gave him a worried look.

"Wyatt? Please, at least say something. You've been silent for nearly a week now. You can't just not talk."

But you don't understand, Wyatt silently told Chris. If Chris heard, he gave no reaction. Victor finally came in, carrying suitcases of their stuff. The movers hadn't arrived yet. Victor gave Wyatt a slap on the back, urging him to go up to the room he and Chris were to share. Wyatt obeyed silently. He walked stiffly up the steps, coming to a room that was supposed to be his but never would be. He heard Chris behind him, attempting to lug his suitcase up. Wyatt wordlessly put his suitcase in the room and helped Chris with his. Chris said something about getting Wyatt something to eat. Wyatt smiled at his little brother. Still trying to help. Always helpful. He can't help me. No one can. Chris can't save me. When Chris left, Wyatt got up and walked to a floor length mirror in the room. He looked at himself. No. Still no sign of the real Wyatt Halliwell. Just a horror. A monster who is the death of the Greater Good. Wyatt ripped a sheet off of his bed and covered up the mirror. It can't end like this. There has to be a way out of this horror movie.

Well I'd hope that since we're here anyway
That we could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror.

Chris came back with a few sandwiches. He was feeling much better. But then, he hadn't murdered his father's mentor. Chris smiled at Wyatt and gave the mirror a glance. Wyatt shrugged.

"What, Wy? You didn't like the mirror? I guess a floor-length mirror is kinda girly. Here, eat. These are Grandpa's special bologna sandwiches. Meaning he bought them from the gas station across the street."

Wyatt sighed and took a sandwich. He ate mechanically, not even tasting the food. Chris offered to take his trash away. Wyatt handed the wrapper to Chris. Chris gave him a worried look, since Wyatt still hadn't spoken. I want to tell you. You have no idea. If there's anyone I want to tell all of it to, it would be you. But I can't. No one can ever know what I am. Chris left Wyatt alone.

How the hell did we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able, to see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror

Wyatt trembled as he went to the bathroom adjoining their room. He would just end it now. He wouldn't have to hurt Chris when Chris found out the truth of how he felt. It would hurt Chris if he knew Wyatt had enjoyed the death of Gideon. If he knew that Wyatt wanted to do it again. He had felt so much power, had had so much control. Wyatt shook his head. He wouldn't do it again. He would never kill anyone again. Anyone but himself, of course. He had to end it now, before he became an even bigger monster. Before he acted on his desires. Wyatt locked the door on the bathroom. He even extended his shield, to keep anyone who attempted to get in out. He sat down on the floor and stared at the walls of the bathroom. He would never have to see this again. But then, he wouldn't see his little brother again. The little brother he had protected and cared for, even though there was less than two years age difference. No. He knew that it had to end here or he would eventually become even worse. Wyatt softly called for Excalibur. The sword, obeying its master, materialized through his shield. Wyatt runs his hands lovingly along the beautiful blade. He would miss it too. They had become inseperable, even though Mom hadn't wanted him to have it until he was 18.

Excalibur would be too messy to do what he wanted to do. It was too large, and it wouldn't hurt its master, no matter what. He had just wanted to say goodbye to it. Maybe Chris was strong enough to wield it. Wyatt flexed his hands and materialized an athame. It was usually a demonic power, but Wyatt could do it. He stared at the athame. Maybe I was always meant to be evil. The Powers That Be know it. They gave me demonic powers. This, energy balls, and fire throwing. All demon powers. I can't be a demon. I won't. Wyatt pressed the athame against his left wrist, a small line of blood appeared and trickled down his arm. He swallowed. This is it. I won't have to hurt anyone anymore. He drew the athame across his wrist, slicing the vein, blood poured faster now, sliding swiftly down his arm. He took the knife in his bleeding hand, slicing the athame across his right wrist. The blood would flow faster now, he knew. He watched the blood pour, like a red river, down his arms. He blinked, it was getting harder to breathe. The room was spinning, getting darker.

Wyatt heard someone screaming. Chris…? He couldn't tell anymore. He couldn't see anymore.

"No! Wyatt, don't do this!"

Nothing's wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that

Chris banged on the bathroom door. He had felt Wyatt's sudden pain. He usually didn't have empathy, but they had the bond of brothers, stronger than empathy. Usually Wyatt and Chris both blocked it out, but something had happened to Wyatt. Chris had a feeling he knew what it was. He slammed his small, 14 year-old frame against the door, sobbing. I can't lose Wyatt too. No. He can't do this. Wyatt! Chris called with his mind to his older brother. Chris felt Wyatt's shield fade. He employed his molecular combustion power inherited from Piper and blew the door away now that Wyatt's shield was gone. He screamed. Wyatt was laying in blood, an athame fallen from his left hand and Excalibur laying near him. Chris ran to Wyatt and lifted his head up, testing his pulse. He was still alive, but barely. He needed to be healed, but Chris didn't have that power. He couldn't heal Wyatt. Chris felt tears well up in his eyes. It would be his fault if Wyatt died. Because he wasn't powerful enough.

"Dad! Please! Wyatt's dying. I don't give a damn about Elder business. If you're not dead, please! Help!"

Chris called for Leo. Nothing happened. Chris fell down on top of his brother, holding him, hoping he would live. Chris felt a strong hand on his shoulder, pulling him away from his brother. Chris looked up. No. It can't be. Dad…?

"Chris. I have to heal him. How did this happen? How could I…? My own son!"

Leo placed his hands over Wyatt's injuries. Nothing happened. He grabbed Chris's hand, using his whitelighter blood to increase the healing powers. The golden glow of healing finally came. Wyatt's breathing became less shallow as Leo's powers worked their magic. After 5 years. It takes something like this to get you to see your sons. You really are a bad father. Chris thought, even though Leo was saving his brother's life.  Leo shook Wyatt as he was waking. He was yelling something like 'Why did you do this? Is it because of Piper? What kind of idiot are you? You know I love you. You don't have to do something like this to get my attention.' He didn't even attempt to comfort his eldest son. Chris telekinetically pulled his father away from his brother. Chris wrapped his arms tightly around Wyatt.

"Please don't do that again. I love you Wy. I'll love you no matter what. Please don't die. I don't want you to die. I'll make everything better. Somehow, I'll find a way. Someday, everything'll be fine."

Wyatt trembled in his little brother's arms. His stupid father. After 5 years he had appeared and ruined everything. Chris had said that he would try to make things right. When? How? He was only 14. So many things could happen before he was powerful enough to make things right.  Chris was asking him why. Yes, why? Wyatt thought, Why would someone want to heal a monster? No, Chris wants to know why I needed to  die here and now. Because if I don't, nothing will ever be right. I can feel it. I should have died here. Wyatt gripped his little brother tighter. He wouldn't try again. He wouldn't get the chance. He knew that this would be the last time he would ever come close to death. The only chance that he would have to die. Wyatt would never want to die, even though he deserved it. If all else failed, Chris could save him. Wyatt pushed Chris's head up so he was looking at him.  Please. Someday, I know you'll find a way to save me. Chris nodded. Somehow, he had heard Wyatt's thoughts. Chris's thoughts came unbidden into the eldest brother's mind. If you ever need saving, I'll do it.


Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when

You're the only one who knows that
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
I know you're wondering when.

END OF CHAPTER 2

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