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Chapter 19: Why'd You Leave Me?

Chris snuck into his parents' room about two the next morning, tears streaming down his face. He snuck over to Piper's side of the room and took a shoe box out from under the bed. He looked up at the bed to make sure that Piper and Leo were still sleeping. Then he opened the box and started sorting through all the photos, papers and spells until he found what he was looking for. Then he orbed into the attic.

Chris quickly got out the supplies he would need, then sat down on the floor, placing a big brass bowl in front of him.

He sighed, wiping away his tears. Then he lit a candle, grabbing the paper from beside him and reading it over quickly before setting it back down.

Chris then took a few deep breaths. "In this night and in this hour, I call upon the ancient power. Bring back my brother. Bring back The Power of Three."

He looked over expectantly at the candle, but nothing happened.

Chris read the paper again. A few more tears fell, but he didn't bother to wipe them away. "Power of the witches rise, corse unseen across the skies, come to us who call you near, come to us and settle here."

Still, nothing happened.

Chris added a few things into the bowl, then grabbed a knife and cut his finger, letting the blood drip into the bowl. "Blood to blood I summon thee, blood to blood return to me."

The candle started to flicker, but still, nothing happened.

Chris shook his head. "No wonder Mom gave up on these spells. Without The Power of Three, they're useless."

"No. Prue just wasn't meant to come back," Piper said from the doorway. She walked in.

"Go away," Chris growled, standing up.

Piper sighed. "I know it's hard to lose an older sibling, Chris. I really do. You feel lost. Because they've been there for you your whole life, protecting you, and then suddenly, they're gone, and they're never coming back. It's a hard fact to deal with, Chris. But you have to."

"I don't have to do anything," Chris said, shaking his head. "Not for you, not for anybody else."

"What about for your little brother?" Piper asked, walking over to him and putting a hand on his arm.

Chris pulled away from her. "Don't touch me."

Piper backed away. "Chris, you just have to remember that Michael still needs you. He needs an older brother to be there for him. He misses Wyatt just as much as you. But, unfortunately, he's like your Aunt Phoebe, and he's staying strong while you're weak."

"I'll be there for Michael, but I don't know if I can stand to look at you, Dad and Bianca," Chris said, wiping away a few tears. "You abandoned us. You let Wyatt die!"

Tears came to Piper's eyes. "Do you think I wanted to?! No! I love him! He's my son, your brother! I never wanted to lose any of you! But I had to do it, Chris! He was the sacrifice we had to make to turn back time and erase the tape! He was the sacrifice we had to make to fix the mistake that you made! You screwed up, Chris, not us! So don't blame us for this! Got it?!"

Chris stared at her, tears streaming down his face. "It's my fault Wyatt's gone. Why didn't I see it before?"

Piper sighed, walking closer to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "No, sweetie, it's not. It's not your fault. I'm sorry I said that. It was uncalled for."

"Then who's fault was it?" Chris asked, wiping away a few tears.

Piper let our a pained chuckle. "It was no one's fault." She looked down at the stuff on the floor. "Who about you go to bed, and I'll clean this stuff up?"

Chris nodded. He walked towards to door, about to leave, but Piper stopped him.

"And, next time you plan to take my spells for that box, remember that those are all spells that have failed me, or they'd be in The Book of Shadows," Piper said, smiling slightly. "Okay?"

Chris smiled weakly. "Yeah, Mom." He sighed and walked down the stairs.

Then, as Chris started to walk past Michael's room, he stopped. He opened the door slowly and quietly, and just watched his little brother sleep. He smiled, looking down at the floor. He looked back up at his brother. "I'm so happy that I didn't lose you, too, Michael. I'm so happy that you're still here. And, I know that Wyatt dying was really hard on both of us. But, ya know what? I think that we can get through it. Together." He wiped away a few tears as they fell, sniffling. "I love you, little brother," he said before closing the door.

Chris wiped away more tears then walked down the stairs and then into the living room. He then walked over to the couch and sat down.

"God, Wyatt, why did you have to leave me?" Chris asked, tears streaming down his face. "Why did you have to leave me all alone? I need you. I need you here to be my big brother. I can't be the big brother of the family, Wyatt. I don't know how. Please, come back." Chris wiped away a few tears. "I need you, Wy. Michael needs you. Amanda needs you. Abby needs you. Please, come back."

Bianca walked into the room slowly. "Hey," she said, sitting down next to him. "Still mad at me?"

"I'm mad at the whole world right now, Bianca," Chris said, not looking at her. Then he turned to her. "No. I'm not mad anymore."

Bianca smiled slightly, resting her head on his shoulder. "Thank you." She sighed. "But, I just got back from talking with some elders."

"At two in the morning?" Chris asked.

Bianca chuckled. "Yeah. At two in the morning."

Chris looked forward again. "What'd they want?"

Bianca straightened up, looking down at her hands. "I have to go away for a while."

Chris turned to her quickly. "What do you mean?"

Bianca looked up at him. "They want me to stay away from you for a little while. I don't know why. All I know is that I have no choice."

"Clip your wings. Become alive again," Chris suggested hopefully.

Bianca shook her head. Even in the dark, Chris could tell that she had tears on her face. "I can't. They won't let me. But they promised me that I could come back in a little while. They promised. They gave me their word."

"Bianca, you can't go. Not after this," Chris said, tears starting to stream down his face again. "Please."

"I'm sorry, Chris. I'm so sorry," Bianca said before kissing him deeply and orbing away.

Michael walked into the room from the doorway. "How can the elders be so cruel and be so set on good at the same time?" He sat down next to Chris.

Chris shook his head. "I don't know."

"They can't take Bianca away from you after this. If I lost Rachel, I don't know what I'd do," Michael said, shaking his head. He leaned against Chris and tears started streaming down his face. "I miss him, Chris. I miss him so much it hurts."

Chris nodded, holding his brother close. "I know, Michael. So do I."

Michael started sobbing, and Chris held him closer, willing himself not to break down.

"It's not fair! What did he ever do to them?!" Michael sobbed.

Chris shook his head. "Nothing. He never did anything. He was the oldest. That was why they took him." Chris forced himself not to start sobbing. "They took him from us because he was our older brother." Then he broke down. He couldn't hold it in any longer. He started sobbing, him and Michael holding each other closely.

(An: You don't know how much this story is making me cry right now! There're points when I can't even see the computer screen because my tears make my vision so blurry! :'( I hope you guys aren't as bad as me!)

Brian, Leona and Michelle watched their dads from the doorway, tears in their eyes.

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God, this chapter was so hard to write! Anyway, review please! Ciao!

Hannah