BLINDED BY THE WHITELIGHTER BY ASHA DREAMWEAVER
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Summary: Gideon goes after the Halliwells. The Elders have decided that the Charmed One's progeny is too powerful to let live. Unfortunately he meets an unforeseen complication in the form of adult Wyatt, come back from the future to collect his wayward brother, Chris.
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay! (ducks thrown objects) sorry! But it's my exam year and my free time is extremely limited!
Not to mention, that I got this done in about an hour through a severe bout of speed typing, just because I felt guilty for keeping you all waiting so long!
Review responses:
CaliforniaChick - Sorry for the delay, but I got wrapped up in another fic, not to mention Real Life.
FreshAir - awww, thanks. Your review was so great and detailed. And I totally agree with you on their relationship. In my opinion, they still love each other but they are on opposite sides of the fence. And both have huge pressure from the relative good and evil groups to take out the other, because of their relation, and Charmed descent.
Geminia - I have a lot of other fics to work on and I've got a really busy year ahead so posting right away is not an option. Especially since I usually plan things out to their end before starting them so as not to cut out in the middle.
melissa-p - Yes, the stuff in italics was a dream sequence. And it was just Chris's subconscious. God knows he's got enough material to have some very weird dreams.
night time reading - Thanks so much! :)
Stony Angel - even if is not what Chris would call protection! Thanks for the review!
zoned-out - it's here now, isn't it?
And major thanks to:
Denna5, DrewFullerFan4Life, evendim, Lionel-Skyre, Queen of the Elven City, rhia, Sickle Sword, Stranded Stargazer, trina-k
CHAPTER FIVE: THE BLOOD CONNECTION
Though Wyatt wished that it hadn't come to this, he wasn't going to shirk from it. There was only so much that even he could do to protect his brother, and he couldn't allow Chris to topple everything he had worked for on the basis of a major misunderstanding.
Chris had calculated wrong if he didn't think that Wyatt wouldn't go to extremes to hold his power. And his little brother was going to pay dearly for that mistake.
One thing that the younger man had forgotten was that Wyatt was now head of their line; with only two left living and one underage, that meant that dear little Chris was under his guardianship under anyone's law.
But knowing as he did that Chris would be too stubborn to listen to reason, drastic measures would have to be taken.
A blood link was not something to be entered into lightly, the effects were permanent, the ritual itself long and draining. But as much as he didn't want to hurt Chris, he had to bring him to heel before some demons started clamouring for his death, and if that meant being his quasi-jailer until he learned some sense, then Wyatt would have to do it.
After the link, Chris would never be able to run from him again, it would bind them together even more fiercely than the Charmed One's magic had been intertwined.
And it would give him the time to undo the Eldar's brainwashing and show Chris who had really been responsible for the death of their mother, aunts and cousin.
All things now in place, he sent his guards off for Christopher.
It was time to begin.
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Dragged from his rooms by two burly demons, Chris just knew that he wasn't going to like whatever his dear demonic brother had planned for him now.
And though half-expecting to see something absolutely crazy from the Twice Blessed One, he was in no way expecting what Wyatt was so obviously attempting to do.
Chris redoubled his efforts at the sight of Wyatt and the charmed circle but he was prepared. Sending out tendrils of his power, physical manifestations of his conjuring power, he wrapped them tightly around Chris, who struggled and squirmed but without his powers, was helpless.
Walking over to him, the elder Halliwell was both pleased and dismayed to see the fear in those expressive green eyes of his. "Leave me alone, Wyatt," Chris managed hoarsely, "Haven't you done enough already? This is crazy!"
"Until you can be trusted, never." Wyatt replied, "I hear you've been a very naughty boy for my guards. Stabbing people now, are we Chris? It seems you've grown up a bit brother."
"They're demons, who cares?" Chris sneered, ignoring the even rougher handling he was given as a reward by the demons holding him up. Rendered powerless, defiance was the only weapon that he had left.
"Did anyone ever tell you to mind your tongue?" Wyatt admonished mildly. "Put him over there, within the circle," he said gesturing to the circle inlaid in the middle with the triquatra.
Chris, unable to move anything from his head down thanks to Wyatt's magicked ropes, was forced to glare furiously at the imposing figure of his brother, the Source, he thought bitterly.
Forced to lay down on the floor, he couldn't suppress the tremble of fear that sparked inside him as Wyatt stood towering over him. Bending down to look him in the eye, Chris caught sight of the item Wyatt carried; - a syringe. What the hell was he doing with that?! "Wyatt," he began uncertainly, eyes fixed on the exposed needle, "What are you doing?"
Wyatt flashed his patented smirk at him, "Unfortunately brother, as charming as those bindings look on you, they're too awkward to leave in place for the spellwork. And as you so amply proved, you're not going to be very obliging about staying here. So, it's time to resort to other methods."
Without any more explanation, not that Chris really needed one, his imagination was more than happy to fill in the blanks, Wyatt punctured his skin with the needle and emptied its contents into his veins.
Standing up, he silently stood over him for several minutes before Chris noticed any effects.
A sleepy, lethargic feeling was moving through him, making him feel drowsy and heavy. His vision was darkening and his thoughts felt unnaturally slow. At least he knew what Wyatt had done now, he consoled himself.
As he gave in to the creeping blackness that was unconsciousness as the drug dragged him under, he vaguely saw Wyatt remove the ropes with a wave of his hand but his limbs were too heavy and his mind too sluggish to take advantage of his new freedom.
The last thing he saw before his eyes fluttered closed was Wyatt's face set in an odd mixture of anticipation and regret.
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When he was sure that Chris was out of it, only half-aware at best, Wyatt began the procedure.
The object was to bind his and Chris's magic together through a blood bind, except not as equals. In this bind, Wyatt's magic would be able to subdue that of his brother's as he wished, and that was how the man proposed to control his little brother's foolish antics and maintain the peace somewhat.
He had the power to do this as the eldest and with Chris still being a minor; well, let's just say that he didn't have any choice in the matter, even if Wyatt was inclined to give him one.
Originally intended to bring unruly family members into line, especially those who jumped ship to the other side, it would allow him to monitor Chris and to know where he was and what he was doing at any given time. He knew that it was invasive but he couldn't help it.
He couldn't allow Chris to walk himself to his own death, and if the younger boy wasn't going to save himself, then Wyatt would have to do it for him, whatever the means.
The only drawback that he could see was that it was deeply painful and intrusive for the subject of the spell, but with Chris as drugged up as Wyatt could chance, he hoped that that part of the spell could be kept to a minimum.
Summoning his own powerful well of magic, he grabbed it and then sent it to meet with Chris's. As Halliwells, they were stronger together anyway and joining their magic was not a problem. That would only come when he attempted the control binding.
"Take the magic I displace," Wyatt chanted, "Bind it to him through time and space; I seek to guard him from himself; kin to kin, blood to blood; together the only remaining Charmed progeny; bind him to me to fulfil his true destiny!"
The magic slammed into Chris, and brutally brought him back to awareness.
His body seized as the commanding magic swept through him, and it took him a moment to figure out what was going on.
Wyatt's magic seeped through every part of him, sinking in and binding itself to him, and the pain was something that he could not even describe.
As the final spasm rocked him, he could only see Wyatt looking strangely teared up before he passed out.
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Wyatt nearly dropped to his knees with exhaustion when the bond was finally complete.
From sun up to sun down, he had worked and now fatigue was catching up with him.
Placing a hand on his brother's sweaty forehead, he could sense that the other was exhausted as well, in pain and heavily drained.
Disappearing in a swirl of orbs, he deposited Chris in his bed. He felt guilty for the pain that he had inflicted on his brother, but he knew it had to be done.
Whatever his brother believed of him, this was all for Chris's own good. He had to show Chris that he was clinging to a horrible lie. Why fight for good when the leaders of good try to kill you?
He could only hope in time that Chris would come around.
He honestly didn't know what he would do if he didn't.
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And exhausted beyond measure, the Source flopped onto his own bed, satisfied in the knowledge that the bond would let him know when Chris was up, and all hell broke loose.
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Three days later, Chris's temper graced the world with its presence.
He stirred groggily, and winced at the combined weak feeling that clashed with the pain every time he tried to move. Becoming still, he sleepily took stock of his condition.
In all truth, he felt like death warmed over, and even though he struggled to manage it, he couldn't even manage to sit up.
As memory flooded back, his green eyes narrowed in anger as he remembered Wyatt's actions.
Chris obeyed nobody. That was a well known fact and now, here was Wyatt trying to make him his own personal lapdog.
He wasn't going to roll over and play with the demons. Wyatt was dreaming if he even thought that he was going to get one iota of cooperation from him.
This just meant war.
If Wyatt wanted to make his life a living hell, he could damn well try.
Because God knows that Chris was going to do his best to do the same to almighty Wyatt.
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That was why when Wyatt visited later that day, the first thing Chris did was to throw the lamp in the direction of his head.
His elder brother orbed it out before it could hit him, to Chris's disgust, and gave Chris his patented half amused, half annoyed look. "I take it we're feeling better, Chris?" he said wryly, "I thought you wouldn't be able to throw things at me until tomorrow at least."
"Har de har har, Wyatt," Chris sneered, "You just couldn't be satisfied with me being your prisoner could you? It always had to be all or nothing with you, didn't it?"
"Contrary to whatever belief you may have, I am doing this for you, even if you don't realise it yet." Wyatt answered, sitting at the end of the bed, "I don't think you'd like to be char grilled by a demon."
"I don't think I like being held captive by my brother the Source either," Chris replied angrily, "What right had you, Wyatt? You're not all powerful that you can control everything you want!"
"I did it to prevent any more of your foolish misadventures," Wyatt bit out, trying to keep his cool, "It could have been avoided if you had just behaved, but no, you just had to act out and play little boy wronged."
"You're the one whose evil," Chris retorted, "Excuse me if I'm not comfortable with that."
"Listen, I realise you're cranky as hell because of the spell, but sadly healing won't work on exhaustion, so I'm going to have to bribe you to behave," Wyatt said, "Listen carefully Christopher because here's your choice. You can either keep acting out and be powerless or you can behave and have your magic back. Choose wisely, little brother."
Chris could only glare and flop back onto the bed as his brother left, wondering at the injustice that was his life.
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But as Chris lay resting, he realised that his plans didn't have to be altered so much as he had previously believed.
Whatever consequences there were from the binding Wyatt had performed, there were apparently some advantages to it too.
He could feel the bond snaking through him, like something alien but it was also strangely comforting and he was so mad at himself for even thinking like that.
But whether Wyatt knew it or not, Chris was getting little flashes of Wyatt's thoughts, and when the younger witch got his powers back, well… it should be entertaining.
After all, if you can't take them out up front, take 'em out from the inside.
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Later that evening, Bianca crept in to see him.
Chris's dark hair was spread out against the pillows, and his handsome face was pale and drained. She knew that this was partly her fault, she was the reason he was back here, under Wyatt's thumb once more.
She hadn't forgotten the Source's cruel words, but neither could she ignore her own, strange, feelings towards this boy. He had awoken something in her she hadn't even known existed.
It was a pity things had ended the way they did, but maybe if Wyatt succeeded in turning his brother, they might have another chance.
Maybe.
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In the end, Chris had agreed as Wyatt knew he would.
Chris was innately magical, he couldn't just live without it after having it his whole life, and Wyatt had known that when he offered him his ultimatum.
Seeing Chris's eyes flutter with pleasure and relief as he felt the familiar magic coursing through him again.
"Chris," Wyatt began quietly, "I want you at my side as my brother, and my equal. When you adjust to your new life, all these restrictions will go away. Mom would have wanted us to stick together, and I intend on achieving my vision with you at my side. I know you don't understand now, but you will. I'll make sure of it."
And as Wyatt draped a brotherly arm around his shoulders and started showing him round, Chris found himself increasingly disturbed by the part of him that wanted to agree with Wyatt.
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A/N: Well? Opinions please! Please READ and REVIEW!!!!
Next chapter: Wyatt lays down the law… Chris gets some advice… someone gets a new power…. And Wyatt might have pushed just a little too far…
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