Chapter 3

Wyatt Halliwell was never one for sitting alone in seclusion, he preferred to be surrounded by his minions and yes men at all times to ensure himself a long reign as Source. No, the quietness and solitude of the Golden Gate Bridge was definitely a place for his little brother. Whenever times got too tough at home or when he and Chris would clash over the proper way to deal with disobedient witches, this was the place where he would always find the young man brooding or deep in thought. He smiled slightly as he thought back to one particular occasion where he and his brother had found refuge in this very same place.

Flashback

"This isn't fair!" a twelve year old Chris yelled into the night sky. His father had taken his super perfect brother "up there" again and the boy was left to spend the day alone while his mother and aunts had one of their sisterly bonding weekends up in the mountains. Sighing heavily and taking a seat on the top beam, Chris allowed the tears that he had been holding in all day to flow.

"It's not fair" he whispered again as the hot streams of water made their way down his face. It was hard enough being treated like garbage by your own family but when your school life is no better, it just makes you feel even less significant, less loved and unwanted.

Today was even worse do to the fact that Mike, the captain of the football team and Justin, the team quarterback had decided to punchhim in thestomachplay keep away with his brand new coat that his parents warned him not to get dirty. Well needless to say that it wound up being tossed into the mud like the one before it had and he knew that once his parents found out he was going to subject to yet another beating.

Although his parents were extremely rough on him Chris could never hate them. After all they were his parents and they did take care of him, he would just have to make sure that he didn't do anything to upset them or cause them any trouble and everything would be fine. Chris was their mistake and Wyatt was the perfect planned and loved child and this was something that the youngest Halliwell son had learned to accept a long time ago.

"Hey, I figured you'd be here" a voice he knew all too well called out from behind him.

Chris and his brother Wyatt had always had a special connection even before he was born. On the rare occasions where his parents would actually treat him like their son, the four of them would spend the evening talking about how the older boy would always try to talk to him through his mother's stomach and how he would kiss it and say "Chris" happily awaiting his little brother's arrival into this world. They would spend hours and hours on end laughing at his older sibling's embarrassment and just sharing some quality time together, as a family. Oh how he loved and missed those days.

But now most of his spare time was spent alone while his father and brother were always off together doing some sort of father-son bonding and training with Excalibur while his mother would either go with them or spend time with her sisters. And although it hurt the boy, he never showed it. Christopher Halliwell didn't want or need anyone's pity.

"What do you want Wyatt?" the boy question.

"Well hello to you to little brother" he laughed as he took a seat next to him. "Well for starters I came to check up on you and secondly, I'm hiding from Dad. He's becoming a real pain in the ass"

"Oh really, I though he was your best friend. What, did he actually say no to something his precious little twice blessed son wanted?" the younger boy spoke allowing his emotions to get the best of him.

Ignoring his brother's stinging words Wyatt continued.

"No he just insists upon torturing me with visits to the land of the old and annoying" he smiled as he could hear his brother trying to hold back a laugh.

"I swear Chris you are so lucky that you don't have to go up there everyday, trust me you'd have more fun watching paint dry or listening to aunt Phoebe rambling about her date of the week" the boy spoke hoping that he could make his brother feel better about being excluded.

"Nice try Wyatt. I can read your mind you know"

"Is it working?"

"A little" the boy replied thankful that at least his brother cared about him.

"Of course I care about you Chris, you're my brother. Oh yeah, I can read your mind too" he said giving his younger sibling a playful shove.

"So what do we do now? I mean I don't want to go home right now…"

"Yeah Dad already found the coat" Wyatt spoke in a solemn tone knowing exactly what was in store for his little brother when they returned home.

"Great another beating" boy responded as he starred into the traffic down below.

"Hey, let's not worry about that right now. What do you say we go get some pizza and ice cream then head over to the park for a little brotherly bonding time"

"Wyatt it's nine o'clock at night" Chris replied looking at his brother as if he had two heads.

"Yeah, so? Come on little brother, where's your sense of adventure? Besides we're part whitelighter so if we want light" the boy said throwing a few orbs into the air "We can create our own. So are you with me?" the man asked as he got to his feet and extended a hand to his brother.

Smiling up at his older sibling and taking his hand the replied "Always" The two Halliwell brothers then orbed away into the night simply happy to be in each other's company.

End Of Flashback

Wyatt couldn't help but smile to himself as he remembered the many times that he had spent with his brother, whether completely happy or not, hell even when they would argue it wouldn't transpire into anything serious. The two Halliwell's could never really stay mad at each other for too long even if they wanted to, that was just how their relationship worked.

Although things were rather touch and go there for a second when Wyatt had risen to power as the new Source.

Chris despised the idea of his brother crossing over to dark side and fought him tooth and nail every chance he got, but no matter what Chris always loved his brother just as much as Wyatt loved him. And as much as Wyatt tried to convince Chris that it was all about power and that he really hadn't chosen the side of evil, his younger sibling insisted that he was evil and could never forgive him for betraying his family heritage but he still remained by his side and for that Wyatt was very grateful.

That's not to say that Chris had given up on trying to "save" his brother, his trip to the past pretty much shows that he hadn't but it was just that Wyatt was all the boy had left and there was no way that he would ever turn his back on his brother, so he did what he thought was right and stuck by his brothers side.

That's when he got angry and the vision of his father killing his brother came flooding back to him. "That son of a bitch is going to pay!" the man screamed out as the ground thousands of feet below him started to shake and heavy rain began to pour down on San Francisco. Sever waves of lighting and ferocious winds reeked havoc on the city as his anger, rage and pain intensified.

He didn't have any time to enjoy the damage that he was in flicking upon the city as his mother's distressed voice called out to him, begging the man to come back and help them. Part of him didn't want anything to do with the people that would ultimately cause his brother so much pain and heartache while the other part realized that he may need their help in order to get his brother back. But once Chris was safe e again in his arms, all bets would be off and they would all have hell to pay.

Sighing heavily and regaining his composure Wyatt took one last look at the damage that he had done before heading back to face his family.