A/N: I would just like to thank my reviewers, you guys are great!
Queen Isa (thanks so much for reviewing, and yeah poor Chris he's definitely got it rough!)
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Dominique1 (thanks, yeah I agree we are lacking in really good charmed fiction at the moment, I think the authors are all on holiday or something. Ok are you mad I'm already writing two stories at once which is hectic enough and you want me to write another!?! There was a hint in there by the way, you could always read my other story 'cursed', Chris is in it!! Anyway thanks for reviewing hope you like this chapter!)
Willows2 (thanks so much for reviewing, this chapter is kind of sad too, the funeral and all!)
Nicola (thanks, wow I made someone cry, wow I'm so proud! lol, hope you enjoy this one too!)
Ok the lines I used for the ceremony are from "Charmed again Part 1" the ones used at Prue's funeral.
Chapter 4 – Argue
All these feelings they cloud up my reasoning.
Tuesday morning came quickly and it was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky where the blazing sun shone down on Chris as he walked through the trees, dressed all in black and he held three white roses in his hands.
Chris had been dreading this, he wasn't sure if he could make it through the day. He stopped when he got to the stone steps, staring up at the mausoleum uncertain if he could make himself go in, because if he did it would be final, the end, and he didn't think he could handle that. But he also knew that if he didn't go he would regret it for the rest of his life, so Chris took in a deep breath and entered.
The mourners were already inside, all seated in rows before the three caskets. Chris stood at the very back, almost hidden from view by a large marble column, it was as if his feet refused to move any further, so there Chris remained, standing in the shadows at the back.
At the front stood a woman dressed all in white, the priestess and when she spoke her voice rang throughout the room.
"That which belongs to fellowship and love, that which belongs to the circle, remain with us."
From Chris' position he could see the remnants of his family at the front, Wyatt sat beside his father and grandpa and beside them sat Charlie, Paige's husband.
"The wheel turns. As life is a day so our sisters have passed into night."
Beside Wyatt was an empty chair, and Chris knew it was reserved for him but he hadn't seen or talked to any of his family since that fateful day, and he still couldn't move from his position at the back of the room, so Chris stood there with tears forming behind his eyes.
"Nothing is final, and we who remain behind know that one day we will once again share the bread and wine with our sisters. Oh, Blessed Spirits, we bid you farewell, for you await a new destiny."
With those final words the priestess blew out the three candles, symbolising the passing of three wonderful women who had given their lives protecting all that was good in the world.
After the ceremony, each and every guest gave their condolences to the grieving family, some asking where Chris was, to which Victor replied that Chris wasn't up to coming.
When everyone had departed Chris finally left his hiding place, his footsteps echoed on the marble floor as he walked through the mausoleum, finally stopping at his goal.
There on the walls were three new plaques, they hung below two other plaques. One said "Prudence Halliwell 1970-2001", the aunt he never got a chance to meet and beside it read "Prudence Melinda Halliwell 2009-2014, Dearest child, taken before her time", Phoebe's daughter who had died at the early age of five from cancer, something magic couldn't stop even though Phoebe had tried her hardest.
"I'm sorry." Chris whispered.
Chris placed a single white rose by Phoebe's plaque, another by Paige's, placing the last one by his mothers, remaining with the words written before him. "Piper Halliwell 1973-2018, Treasured mother, Beloved wife, Cherished Daughter and Loving sister."
"I love you." He said as he stood back from the wall.
Chris couldn't help think that something was wrong with him, funerals were supposed to provide closure so one could move on with their life, but the dull ache in Chris' chest still remained. Piper had told him once that she would always be there for him, she promised him she wouldn't inherit the 'Halliwell Legacy' as she called it, where all Halliwell women died young. As Chris stared at the plaques he knew that was the one promise she couldn't keep.
Chris was jerked out of his thoughts as he heard footsteps echo throughout the building, he didn't have to turn around to know it was his brother.
Wyatt appeared by his side and both brothers stood in silence, reflecting their loss.
Wyatt finally spoke. "I tried calling."
"Yeah well the incessant 'Chris?' in my head got annoying so I put you on mute." Chris replied with a slight bitterness in his voice, still not looking at his brother.
"You think this is some kind of joke? Grandpa's been worried sick, he called the cops and everything. And Dad, he's convinced you went on some revenge rampage and got yourself killed."
"So nice of dad to care." Chris replied sarcastically, Leo being an Elder never spent much time on earth, but when he was there his actions clearly showed his favouritism towards Wyatt.
"Well what was he supposed to think when you took the potion? I mean you're standing right in front of me and I can't sense you at all!" Wyatt said, his voice getting louder and louder, echoing off the cold stone walls.
"Just like you to take dad's side." Chris said quietly, but Wyatt still heard him.
"Side? There's no sides Chris." Wyatt stated in disbelief.
"Yeah you're right, you're always right oh twice-blessed one." Chris replied sarcastically.
"Cut the insecurity crap, this isn't about me!"
"Well that'd be a first." Chris scoffed.
"Chris...god...this is so like you, always on the defensive."
"Yeah and why do you think that is?" Chris shot at Wyatt.
"I don't know, why?" Wyatt shot back.
Chris glared at Wyatt, neither flinched, then Chris simply said. "Doesn't matter anymore."
Wyatt wasn't about to drop the subject and decided to try a different approach. "What happened to you?"
Chris' hand flew to his cut lip and bruised jaw that was left behind by the muggers. "It's nothing, I'm fine!"
Wyatt gave Chris a look that said 'Yeah right you're fine,' Chris just averted his gaze, so Wyatt tried again. "Where have you been?"
"Around." Chris simply replied, he wasn't about to tell his brother he had been sleeping on the streets and eating in soup kitchens for the last two days, he knew that news like that wouldn't go over very well.
"Nice try, but I'm going to need an actually answer from you for once." Wyatt said, unable to keep his annoyance with Chris out of his voice.
"Whatever." Chris replied, whenever he was alone the silence was almost deafening and he wanted to be with someone, anyone. But then when Chris was around other people we couldn't cope, he just wanted to get away.
"Dad didn't think you'd show, but I knew you would." Wyatt said in a softer voice.
"Part of me didn't think I'd show, but I couldn't not come." Chris assured his brother. "God I miss them so much."
"Me too."
"Sometimes it doesn't feel real, you know like they're not really gone." Chris sighed.
"Yeah." Wyatt agreed, after a moment of silence he added. "Everyone's at the house we better go."
At those words Chris froze, he couldn't go back to the manor, he was trying so hard to keep himself together, but the house, with all of their stuff and pictures, everything that reminded him of them, he just couldn't go back.
"No...no..." Chris whispered as he backed away from Wyatt.
"Chris please." Wyatt begged, he had almost gotten Chris home, almost.
"Wyatt I told you I can't...not yet..."
"Ok." Wyatt said, he didn't want to scare Chris away knowing he might never find him again.
Chris turned and started to walk away, but Wyatt ran after him.
"Chris wait."
"Wyatt I just want to be alone, please just leave me alone." Chris said as he continued to walk through the mausoleum, heading for the door.
"What about me?" Wyatt called. "You know dad, he'll be gone back Up There by morning, and Charlie's talking about moving back to L.A. with Paige gone, you're all I have left!"
"I know." Chris replied. "I just need a little time, please Wyatt?"
Wyatt knew Chris wasn't going to back down, he had inherited his stubborn streak from their mother, so he finally relented.
"Just call me if you need anything."
"Thanks."
"Be safe." Wyatt said which caused Chris to smile slightly.
"Always." With that Chris orbed out.
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Wow that was incredibly hard to write, since my nanny died very recently but I guess they always say write what you know, so there you go. I would also like to add that I swear my story does have a plot, it will appear soon! Please review, go on it just that small button down there in the left- hand corner, please make me a happy girl and review!
Queen Isa (thanks so much for reviewing, and yeah poor Chris he's definitely got it rough!)
succubus-69 (thanks, so glad you love my story, hope you like this chapter too!)
Dominique1 (thanks, yeah I agree we are lacking in really good charmed fiction at the moment, I think the authors are all on holiday or something. Ok are you mad I'm already writing two stories at once which is hectic enough and you want me to write another!?! There was a hint in there by the way, you could always read my other story 'cursed', Chris is in it!! Anyway thanks for reviewing hope you like this chapter!)
Willows2 (thanks so much for reviewing, this chapter is kind of sad too, the funeral and all!)
Nicola (thanks, wow I made someone cry, wow I'm so proud! lol, hope you enjoy this one too!)
Ok the lines I used for the ceremony are from "Charmed again Part 1" the ones used at Prue's funeral.
Chapter 4 – Argue
All these feelings they cloud up my reasoning.
Tuesday morning came quickly and it was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky where the blazing sun shone down on Chris as he walked through the trees, dressed all in black and he held three white roses in his hands.
Chris had been dreading this, he wasn't sure if he could make it through the day. He stopped when he got to the stone steps, staring up at the mausoleum uncertain if he could make himself go in, because if he did it would be final, the end, and he didn't think he could handle that. But he also knew that if he didn't go he would regret it for the rest of his life, so Chris took in a deep breath and entered.
The mourners were already inside, all seated in rows before the three caskets. Chris stood at the very back, almost hidden from view by a large marble column, it was as if his feet refused to move any further, so there Chris remained, standing in the shadows at the back.
At the front stood a woman dressed all in white, the priestess and when she spoke her voice rang throughout the room.
"That which belongs to fellowship and love, that which belongs to the circle, remain with us."
From Chris' position he could see the remnants of his family at the front, Wyatt sat beside his father and grandpa and beside them sat Charlie, Paige's husband.
"The wheel turns. As life is a day so our sisters have passed into night."
Beside Wyatt was an empty chair, and Chris knew it was reserved for him but he hadn't seen or talked to any of his family since that fateful day, and he still couldn't move from his position at the back of the room, so Chris stood there with tears forming behind his eyes.
"Nothing is final, and we who remain behind know that one day we will once again share the bread and wine with our sisters. Oh, Blessed Spirits, we bid you farewell, for you await a new destiny."
With those final words the priestess blew out the three candles, symbolising the passing of three wonderful women who had given their lives protecting all that was good in the world.
After the ceremony, each and every guest gave their condolences to the grieving family, some asking where Chris was, to which Victor replied that Chris wasn't up to coming.
When everyone had departed Chris finally left his hiding place, his footsteps echoed on the marble floor as he walked through the mausoleum, finally stopping at his goal.
There on the walls were three new plaques, they hung below two other plaques. One said "Prudence Halliwell 1970-2001", the aunt he never got a chance to meet and beside it read "Prudence Melinda Halliwell 2009-2014, Dearest child, taken before her time", Phoebe's daughter who had died at the early age of five from cancer, something magic couldn't stop even though Phoebe had tried her hardest.
"I'm sorry." Chris whispered.
Chris placed a single white rose by Phoebe's plaque, another by Paige's, placing the last one by his mothers, remaining with the words written before him. "Piper Halliwell 1973-2018, Treasured mother, Beloved wife, Cherished Daughter and Loving sister."
"I love you." He said as he stood back from the wall.
Chris couldn't help think that something was wrong with him, funerals were supposed to provide closure so one could move on with their life, but the dull ache in Chris' chest still remained. Piper had told him once that she would always be there for him, she promised him she wouldn't inherit the 'Halliwell Legacy' as she called it, where all Halliwell women died young. As Chris stared at the plaques he knew that was the one promise she couldn't keep.
Chris was jerked out of his thoughts as he heard footsteps echo throughout the building, he didn't have to turn around to know it was his brother.
Wyatt appeared by his side and both brothers stood in silence, reflecting their loss.
Wyatt finally spoke. "I tried calling."
"Yeah well the incessant 'Chris?' in my head got annoying so I put you on mute." Chris replied with a slight bitterness in his voice, still not looking at his brother.
"You think this is some kind of joke? Grandpa's been worried sick, he called the cops and everything. And Dad, he's convinced you went on some revenge rampage and got yourself killed."
"So nice of dad to care." Chris replied sarcastically, Leo being an Elder never spent much time on earth, but when he was there his actions clearly showed his favouritism towards Wyatt.
"Well what was he supposed to think when you took the potion? I mean you're standing right in front of me and I can't sense you at all!" Wyatt said, his voice getting louder and louder, echoing off the cold stone walls.
"Just like you to take dad's side." Chris said quietly, but Wyatt still heard him.
"Side? There's no sides Chris." Wyatt stated in disbelief.
"Yeah you're right, you're always right oh twice-blessed one." Chris replied sarcastically.
"Cut the insecurity crap, this isn't about me!"
"Well that'd be a first." Chris scoffed.
"Chris...god...this is so like you, always on the defensive."
"Yeah and why do you think that is?" Chris shot at Wyatt.
"I don't know, why?" Wyatt shot back.
Chris glared at Wyatt, neither flinched, then Chris simply said. "Doesn't matter anymore."
Wyatt wasn't about to drop the subject and decided to try a different approach. "What happened to you?"
Chris' hand flew to his cut lip and bruised jaw that was left behind by the muggers. "It's nothing, I'm fine!"
Wyatt gave Chris a look that said 'Yeah right you're fine,' Chris just averted his gaze, so Wyatt tried again. "Where have you been?"
"Around." Chris simply replied, he wasn't about to tell his brother he had been sleeping on the streets and eating in soup kitchens for the last two days, he knew that news like that wouldn't go over very well.
"Nice try, but I'm going to need an actually answer from you for once." Wyatt said, unable to keep his annoyance with Chris out of his voice.
"Whatever." Chris replied, whenever he was alone the silence was almost deafening and he wanted to be with someone, anyone. But then when Chris was around other people we couldn't cope, he just wanted to get away.
"Dad didn't think you'd show, but I knew you would." Wyatt said in a softer voice.
"Part of me didn't think I'd show, but I couldn't not come." Chris assured his brother. "God I miss them so much."
"Me too."
"Sometimes it doesn't feel real, you know like they're not really gone." Chris sighed.
"Yeah." Wyatt agreed, after a moment of silence he added. "Everyone's at the house we better go."
At those words Chris froze, he couldn't go back to the manor, he was trying so hard to keep himself together, but the house, with all of their stuff and pictures, everything that reminded him of them, he just couldn't go back.
"No...no..." Chris whispered as he backed away from Wyatt.
"Chris please." Wyatt begged, he had almost gotten Chris home, almost.
"Wyatt I told you I can't...not yet..."
"Ok." Wyatt said, he didn't want to scare Chris away knowing he might never find him again.
Chris turned and started to walk away, but Wyatt ran after him.
"Chris wait."
"Wyatt I just want to be alone, please just leave me alone." Chris said as he continued to walk through the mausoleum, heading for the door.
"What about me?" Wyatt called. "You know dad, he'll be gone back Up There by morning, and Charlie's talking about moving back to L.A. with Paige gone, you're all I have left!"
"I know." Chris replied. "I just need a little time, please Wyatt?"
Wyatt knew Chris wasn't going to back down, he had inherited his stubborn streak from their mother, so he finally relented.
"Just call me if you need anything."
"Thanks."
"Be safe." Wyatt said which caused Chris to smile slightly.
"Always." With that Chris orbed out.
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Wow that was incredibly hard to write, since my nanny died very recently but I guess they always say write what you know, so there you go. I would also like to add that I swear my story does have a plot, it will appear soon! Please review, go on it just that small button down there in the left- hand corner, please make me a happy girl and review!