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Note: When this chapter starts, Piper and Leo are still living in the manor. Bianca gave in to Chris's idea of cleaning up the basement and living there (with all the essentials{bed, dresser, lights, etc, etc}, of course!). So Michael now has his own room, right between Wyatt and Amanda's room, and Piper and Leo's room. Poor guy.
Anyway, on with the story!
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Chapter 7: Beatin' Brothers
Chris squirmed around in bed, sweat on his face, remembering some of the less pleasant memories.
O.O Memory O.O
"DAD!" A thirteen year old Michael yelled as fifteen year old Chris and a sixteen year old Wyatt brawled it out in the living room.
"You're just jealous!" Chris yelled, pinning Wyatt on the ground.
"Jealous?! Of you?! Ha! That's a laugh!" Wyatt yelled back, telekinetically throwing Chris across the room.
"You're just denying it because you know it's true!" Chris yelled, telekinetically throwing Wyatt backwards.
Leo orbed in just as Wyatt threw Chris into the foyer.
Chris quickly got up after crashing into the wall and telekinetically threw Wyatt back into the living room wall.
"WYATT MATTHEW HALLIWELL, CHRISTOPHER PERRY HALLIWELL, STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!!!" Leo yelled, causing Chris and Wyatt to look at him quickly.
Chris chuckled nervously. "He - Hey, Dad."
"Don't you 'Hey, Dad' me, young man," Leo growled. "Both of you, get over here right now."
"Dad -" Wyatt started as him and Chris walked over to Leo.
"I don't want to hear, Wyatt," Leo said, looking over at his son, pissed off. "What the HELL was that?"
"Um . . . Us rough housing?" Chris said, shrugging.
Leo looked over at him. "Don't even start with me. You two are almost the same age, and you should get along, NOT fight like that. Got it?" Wyatt and Chris nodded. "And if I EVER catch you two using your powers against each other again, you both are going to be in so much trouble. Am I clear?"
"Yeah, Dad," Chris said, looking down at the floor.
"Crystal," Wyatt said, staring at Chris, looking pissed off.
"Wyatt . . ." Leo said warningly.
"Yeah. Clear," Wyatt said, looking over at him.
Leo nodded and turned to Michael. "Thank you."
"Anytime, Dad," Michael said, smiling.
Leo smiled and orbed away.
Chris and Wyatt looked up at Michael, both looking extremely angry.
"Uh oh . . ." Michael said before orbing away.
O.O New Memory O.O
A seventeen year old Chris telekinetically threw open the window and then threw an eighteen year old Wyatt through it.
Wyatt orbed back next to Chris, grabbing him by his hair and slamming his head against the wall.
A fifteen year old Michael walked into the room. Then he walked right back out.
Chris whimpered in pain as his head made contact with the wall, causing him to bleed. He quickly turned around, punching Wyatt in the stomache.
Wyatt glared at Chris, then his expression became soft when he saw the blood on Chris's head. "Chris, are you okay?"
"Like you care!" Chris yelled, telekinetically throwing Wyatt across the room.
"I did, but I don't anymore!" Wyatt yelled back, telekinetically throwing Chris into their desk.
Leo walked in, followed by Michael.
Chris winced as he rolled off the broken desk, then looked up at Wyatt, pain evident on his face as he telekinetically threw his older brother against a different wall.
"Not again," Leo said, sighing in frustration. "WYATT MATTHEW HALLIWELL!! CHRISTOPHER PERRY HALLIWELL!!"
Chris and Wyatt looked over at Leo quickly.
Leo gasped. "Chris," he said, running over to him as soon as he saw the blood. He quickly healed him, then hit him upside the head. He then stormed over to Wyatt and hit him upside his head. "Both of you are grounded. Forever. Because you're driving me insane! And you know what, you two can't share a bedroom anymore!" He looked over at Michael. "Do you mind?"
"And risk getting beat up by one of them? Yeah, I mind," Michael said, nodding.
"They won't. They're more interested in beating the crap out of each other," Leo said, looking back at his two oldest sons.
Michael sighed. "Fine. But don't stick me with Wyatt."
Leo smiled. "Fine." He turned to Chris. "You're moving out."
"Oh, sure! He cracks my head open and he gets his own room! That's real fair!" Chris yelled, standing up.
"Chris -"
"No! He always starts it! That's totally unfair!" Chris yelled.
"Well, he's older. And you have to learn to live with your younger brother. Wyatt did," Leo said, raising his eyebrows.
"He didn't learn nothin," Chris muttered to himself.
"And I don't want to hear another word about it," Leo said before walking out of the room.
"You . . . Are . . ." Chris started, walking slowly over towards Michael.
"Dead," Wyatt finished, also walking over towards Michael.
"Why is it always me?" Michael asked no one in particular before orbing away.
O.O New Memory O.O
A nineteen year old Chris pushed a twenty-one year old Wyatt back into the counter in the kitchen.
Wyatt then telekinetically threw Chris backwards onto the table, breaking it as Piper walked in.
She gasped, her eyes going wide at the sight of her kitchen table being broken. "LEO!!!"
"Uh oh," Wyatt and Chris said in unison before orbing into the hallway upstairs.
Chris turned around to face Wyatt, then telekinetically threw him backwards, causing him to crash into Leo and Piper's door, breaking it.
Piper gapped at them, eyes wide as she watched at the end of the hall by the stairs, Leo standing behind her.
"Oh, you two . . ." Leo said, shaking his head, looking pissed off.
"Okay, you both are over eighteen, so get the hell out of my house!!!" Piper screamed.
Wyatt stood up and both him and Chris faced their parents.
"I can fix it!" Chris said quickly. "Wyatt, move."
Wyatt stared at him, a look on his face that said 'who the hell do you think you are to tell me what to do?'.
"Wyatt, move," Leo said, getting more pissed off by the second.
Wyatt sighed in defeat and moved.
Chris looked at the door. "Let the object of objection become but a dream, as I cause the seen to be unseen." He looked back at Piper and Leo, smiling nervously. "See? All better."
"That's not the point," Piper said, storming over to him and slapping him, then storming over to Wyatt then slapping him. "If you two don't learn to get along, you're moving out, and that's that," she added before orbing away.
Leo crossed his arms, his eyebrows raised in anger. "You two have been fighting constantly for six years now. Get over yourselves. You're acting like little immature brats," he said before also orbing away.
O.O End Memory O.O
Chris gasped as he woke up quickly, then screamed as he saw Wyatt next to him, backing away from his older brother.
"Shh," Bianca said, stroking his hair, kneeling on the bed next to him. "You didn't look so good when you were asleep, so I got Wyatt to come down. He always seemed so overprotective of you, and you seem to look up to him, so I thought it was a good idea. You're Dad's here, too," she added, motioning to the foot of the bed.
"Hey, are you okay?" Wyatt asked, worried, sitting down next to Chris.
"G - Get away from me," Chris said, backing up even farther.
"Chris, what's wrong?" Leo asked, concerned.
"Let's just say that I remembered some things that I would have rather kept forgotten," Chris said, looking over at his father. "Those were a hell of a six years. Of course I only saw three fights, but that was enough."
Wyatt sighed. "Chris, we were teenagers. What do you expect?"
"Well, what I know is that we didn't get into fights like those with Michael!" Chris said, getting off the bed.
"Well, no . . ." Wyatt said, feeling a bit defeated. "But Michael . . . Well, he's different. He's the kind of guy that everyone likes. Even his enemies."
"Well, we weren't teenagers when I was nineteen and you were twenty fuckin one," Chris said, backing away from Wyatt even more.
"Chris, calm down," Bianca said, grabbing his arm. "Those days are in the past. You two get along great now."
"Yeah. Listen to her. She's your wife. She's a lawyer. She's smart," Wyatt said, nodding.
Chris looked over at Wyatt. "Lawyers have a tendency to lie."
Bianca gasped, offended, then slapped Chris. "How rude!"
Chris rubbed his cheek. "Sorry, honey."
Bianca glared at him. "Now, stop being mean to me, and remember that you and Wyatt get along great now."
Chris rolled his eyes.. "Tell that to my once cracked skull after Wyatt slammed my head into the wall. And not with his powers. With his hands," he said, causing Leo to sigh in frustration, looking over at Wyatt.
"Well, I'm sorry, but you threw me out the window," Wyatt said in defense, causing Leo to look back over at Chris. "What was I supposed to do? Hand you a 'Thank You' card?"
"Wow. You guys aren't at close as I thought," Bianca said, raising her eyebrows.
Wyatt sighed and rolled his eyes. "We are. We just weren't in the past. We had some . . . issues."
Chris snorted. "Right. If by 'issues' you mean you throwing me onto our old desk, breaking it, causing it to stab me in the back, then, yeah. We had a lot of issues, Wyatt."
"Chris, get over it. We were teenagers. We almost hated each other. But it's not like that now. We've grown up. We're best friends now," Wyatt said, walking over to him.
Bianca looked over at Leo. "How many fights did they get in?"
Leo chuckled. "I have no idea. Too many to remember." He looked over at Chris. "Chris, you two did get in fights a lot, but you had your good points. Like, when a bully was giving you a tough time at school. Wyatt kicked his ass for you. Granted, you could've done it yourself, but you were in your pacifist stage. And that was when you two had just gotten into a fight, like, an hour earlier."
"I was in my pacifist stage and Wyatt got me so pissed off at him that I used my powers against him?" Chris said, raising his eyebrows, Leo just making his point.
Leo sighed. "It was just sibling rivalry."
"Like hell it was," Chris said, looking over at him. "Sibling rivalry is yelling at each other constantly and getting into a serious fight, like, once a month. By the sounds of it, we got into fights more than once a week."
"Well, that's true . . ." Leo mumbled, nodding. "Almost everyday . . ."
"Chris, have we gotten into one fight since you came here?" Wyatt asked, crossing his arms.
"Well . . . No . . ." Chris said, causing Wyatt to nod. "But, for all I know, you just feel sorry for me because I don't remember anything."
Wyatt chuckled. "Chris, I would never feel sorry for you. For one: you hate that, and for two: there's nothing to feel sorry about. Sure, you don't remember anything, but that's kinda better, because you kinda had a crappy life because of me. And I don't like either of us thinking about that."
Chris sighed and backed up against the wall, sliding down it. "I just hope I don't remember anymore fights . . ."
Wyatt chuckled again, kneeling down next to Chris. "Yeah. Me either. Those were some pretty bad years, but once Dad told us how immature we were being, and after Mom threatened to kick us out, we started getting along. And, that's when I learned that you're a pretty cool guy."
Chris smiled slightly. "Thanks, Wy."
"So, we cool now?" Wyatt asked, raising his eyebrows in hope.
"Yeah. We're cool," Chris said, nodding.
"Cool," Wyatt said, helping Chris up off the floor. "Now, get some sleep, and let the rest of us do the same. It's, like, three in the morning."
Chris chuckled. "Okay. Sorry," he said, getting in bed.
"Goodnight, little brother," Wyatt said before orbing away.
"Please learn that your memories are from the past, and that you shouldn't act on them," Leo said, raising his eyebrows before also orbing away.
Bianca smiled and climbed into bed next to Chris, kissing him on his cheek. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Chris said, kissing her deeply. "And thanks."
"For what?" Bianca asked, looking confused.
"For being my wife and bringing me to my senses whenever I'm being an idiot," Chris said, smiling slightly.
"Anytime," Bianca said, smiling, before turning out the light.
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I liked this chapter. Believe it or not, it was fun to make Wyatt and Chris fight like that. I know! I'm evil for saying that! But, I thought Wyatt slamming Chris's head into the wall was a nice touch. And, this chapter also explained why Chris and Michael shared a room in the beginning of the story. They had to. Leo made them. I don't think it's fair, either, that Wyatt got his own room. But, he was eighteen, so he had the right to some privacy. Anyway, I'm probably boring you guys now, and I'm rambling. So, review please! Ciao!
Hannah