"Frozen In Time"
Disclaimer: see chapter one
Chapter Twenty-Eight: A Brother's Love
Setting: April 14, 2023
AN: A couple months had passed since the last chapter
A lot has changed in the Wyatt household. Sander and Greg celebrated their twentieth birthdays. Emma's due date was approaching quickly, and Pru found out she was pregnant with twins that past January, and Greg and Emma were hand fasted in February.
"Ugh, I can't wait until this damn kid is born!" yelled Emma, early that Sunday morning. She was as large as a watermelon, and was getting sick and tired of the kicking, morning sickness, headaches, mood swings, and swollen ankles.
"Just a couple more days." Greg said in a soothing voice.
Greg had spent the last couple weeks working on the baby's room. He had waited until the last minute, like an idiot.
"Don't talk! Paint!" she yelled back. The mood swings were way to common for Greg's liking.
Sander helped Greg when he could. He had been busy with work, finals were coming up and everyone was needing extra help. He and Mike were very happy together. Sander would run into Dan once and a while at scenes of demon attacks. Sander got a tattoo on the inside of his right wrist. It was a Celtic knot incorporating the triquetra in the center.
"Emma, you need anything?" Sander asked her, as she sat down in the corner of the baby's room.
"Yeah, this painting to get done." she said.
Sander rolled his eyes, and left the room. She was in one of her moods, and he wasn't in the mood to deal with her.
Pru was standing in the hallway of the Manor, with a piece of paper in her hand.
"What are you doing?" Sander asked as he stood next to his sister.
"I'm using a spell to add a room to the house." she said placing a strand of red hair behind her ear.
"That is so personal gain." he answered her.
"Well what do you want me to do! I'm carrying twins and I have no where to put them!"
"I don't need a mood swing from you either."
"Sorry, it is just so stressful. This house is too small. How did mom ever fit all of us here?"
"Easy, Greg and I shared a room for sixteen years."
She was right, the house was small. There were only three bedrooms and two bathrooms.
"Well if I have opposite sex twins, we need to think of something."
"We could redo the informal living room, placing up walls that way we would have a bedroom down there."
Pru looked at him with a funny face.
"Show me." she said to him. Sander led the way down to the informal living room, which was wedged between the formal and the solarium. Once down there he proceeded to show her what he was thinking, and it might have just worked.
"I think that would work." Pru smiled.
"I know, I'm a genius." Sander smiled. Pru smacked him playfully.
"Where is Cole?" he asked as they walked into the kitchen.
"Work. These people need to stop getting divorced!" she said loudly.
"Do you think you would get divorced if you had too?"
She looked at him oddly, and said, "No. I would vanquish him before I could divorce him."
Sander burst out laughing. That was always a plus when married to a demon, just threaten him with death.
"I want to get hand fasted with Mike." Sander said rather quickly, as Pru put some tea on the stove. She looked up at him, her brown eyes fixed on him.
"Okay, but can Grams do that?"
"I think so, the Book doesn't specify, plus since I can't get married its better. Also, we need a birth certificate for Mike to get married, and the guy died in 1865."
"Yeah now that's just weird." Pru said.
"Yeah it kind of is when I really think about it, like come on, your husband seen the turn of two centuries."
"Not the point."
"Right, rag on my two hundred year boyfriend then." Sander said as he rolled his eyes.
"Uhm, yeah I think I will." Pru said with a smile.
"Pru, Emma is a gypsy right? Do you think she would be against her kid being trained as a witch and not a gypsy?"
"No, I think he or she will be trained equally as both."
Sander nodded, as a whitelighter neither has seen before orbed in.
"Who are you?" Pru asked defensively.
"My name is Joe, I am a whitelighter, here to deliver some news." he said in a serious tone.
"And this news would be?" Sander responded rudely.
"Your whitelighter, Lavinia Woods, is dead. She was stricken by a darklighter while with a charge. I was sent to let you know, and that Michael Bloom shall take her place as the whitelighter of the Charmed Ones." he said and orbed out quickly after.
"Lavinia is dead!" Pru exclaimed, rather hurt.
"Oh my god." Sander said sadly.
"I feel like shit because we never treated her right." Pru said taking a seat, her face clearly showing her sad emotion.
"Then you can join her." a voice came from behind Sander.
The two witches looked behind them and saw a darklighter. His bow ready to shoot its arrows, which would prove fatal to both witches.
"Since you have witch blood, I wouldn't expect you to die suddenly, then again I like slow deaths." he snarled.
"Sadist much?" Pru asked in a sarcastic tone.
The darklighter, as quick as a cheetah, shot an arrow at Pru. She twirled and orbed out, and back in behind Sander, the arrow getting stuck in the wall.
"Take this!" Sander yelled, flinging his arm forward causing the darklighter to stubble backwards a little.
"Pru, go get Greg!" Sander said, as Pru nodded her head and orbed out.
Sander looked at the darklighter, then smiled, as he released his astral self. His astral self orbed in behind the darklighter, as his physical body fell to the ground unconscious.
"Over here." Sander grinned, as the darklighter turned around, and saw Sander, who orbed out and reentered the room by the basement door.
The darklighter was pissed, and didn't want to play these games with Sander. He aimed his bow at Sander's physical unconscious body and released an arrow into his side. Sander's astral self yelled in pain, and dematerialized, as Sander woke up on the ground, a long black arrow protruding from his side.
"Bastard!" yelled Greg, who orbed into the room with Pru. He flicked his wrists and the darklighter blew up into oblivion, his particles spraying the room.
"He was a messy one." Pru said as he ran over to her injured brother.
Sander lay on the ground in pain, his face pale from the poison. He knew it was fatal. Darklighter arrows are fatal to anyone exhibiting whitelighter abilities. Greg was safe for the most part, if he were to be struck, it would only cause flu like symptoms, but if Pru or Sander were hit it would cause death within a few days. A full whitelighter would die from being hit within a few hours.
"We need someone to heal him!" Pru said, as she picked her hand up which was covered in her baby brother's crimson blood.
"Mike!" Greg called suddenly, his face towards the ceiling. Nothing. He called again, nothing. He called four more times, and still nothing.
"Daddy!" Pru screamed, after the attempts for Mike were thwarted. And still there was nothing.
"This is bullshit, what do we do?" Greg said, pulling the arrow from Sander's wound, and applying pressure to it.
"A spell. I'll go get the Book." Pru said quickly and orbed out.
Greg pulled Sander's head close to him, and held his younger brother, and moved his hand over his brother's short blonde hair. "It's going to be alright. We'll fix this. I promise." Greg whispered, tears coming to his eyes.
"Got it." Pru said as she orbed back in the room, the Book in her hands.
"Hurry, start flipping." Greg said angrily. He could feel his brother's skin losing its warm feeling, death was coming for him.
"Let's try this one." Pru said as she placed the Book in front of the two. The aged page contained a Poison Removal Spell, and a skull with cross bones was drawn elegantly on the page. When Greg laid eyes on it, his stomach plummeted.
The two chanted:
Hear our call for those who fall
Purge him to awaken from this toxic take-in.
There was a swirl of gold light, but no change. Sander still laid on the floor. His cheeks completely absent of any color, his hands had changed from chilly to ice cold. Greg could sense his brother slipping away, into the world of the unknown, the world of the Dead.
"There has to be something!" he yelled as a glass cabinet exploded. Whenever Greg was pissed off his power of molecular combustion would fritz out causing things to randomly explode.
Sander opened his blue eyes, which were completely taken over by his dilated pupils.
"Greg? Pru?" he said in a soft pain filled voice.
"Yes Sander we are right here." Greg said, as he continued to stroke his brother's hair.
"I see Mom."
Greg burst into tears, "No, No, No, you can't do this!"
Pru sat there, tears welling in her eyes.
"Blessed be, I love you." he moaned softly, before his eyes closed, and his breathing stopped. He was dead.
"NO!!!!" Greg screamed passionately as all the cabinets in the kitchen shattered.
Leo orbed in ten minutes later to see Pru placing a sheet over Sander's body. Greg was huddled in on the floor in the corner behind the kitchen table. Shards of glass littered the floor, as well as some blood.
"What happened?" Leo asked nervously as he saw the corpse covered in the sheet. Pru began to explain everything. Leo's face contorted and showed so much emotion, and pain.
"Can you fix this?" Greg asked from his corner.
"No, Elder's can't resurrect the dead." he cried.
"Do something damn it! He is your son! If you and your Elder friends don't fix this, I will banish my powers to the four winds!" Greg screamed angrily, as the glasses in the cabinets started to shatter.
"We might be able to do something. Tempest owes us a favor from an exposure in 2005. He might be able to turn back time."
"Even if that does work, we would probably make the same mistakes, because no one would remember."
"Let me find out." Leo said, as he dried his tears and orbed out.
A half hour passed before Leo returned. He returned and explained that Tempest was willing to reverse time, and that only Greg would remember what happened. Greg and Pru agreed, and there was swirl of colorful light, and Greg found himself painting again. Once he was painting he looked at his watch, he had five minutes until the attack.
Meanwhile downstairs...
"Lavinia is dead!" Pru exclaimed, rather hurt.
"Oh my god." Sander said sadly.
"I feel like shit because we never treated her right." Pru said taking a seat, her face clearly showing her sad emotion.
"Then you can join her." a voice came from behind Sander.
The two witches looked behind them and saw a darklighter. His bow ready to shoot its arrows, which would prove fatal to both witches.
"Since you have witch blood, I wouldn't expect you to die suddenly, then again I like slow deaths." he snarled.
"Sadist much?" Pru asked in a sarcastic tone.
The darklighter, as quick as a cheetah, shot an arrow at Pru. She twirled and orbed out, and back in behind Sander, the arrow getting stuck in the wall.
"Take this!" Sander yelled, flinging his arm forward causing the darklighter to stubble backwards a little.
Greg ran into the kitchen to see the darklighter unconscious. Greg flicked his wrists, and the darklighter blew up.
Sander turned around and looked at his brother, "How did you know there was a darklighter?"
"Long story, I'll tell you over dinner." Greg laughed, as he pulled his younger brother into a hug. There was one power in the universe that was no match for magic, and that is a brother's love.
I hope you all enjoyed. It was a very heartfelt chapter to write even though it ended happily. Review please!!! thanks for all the great reviews they mean a lot to me. Thanks from the bottom of my heart. Damien455.