Chapter 9

P3

Wyatt Halliwell laid his brother down on the couch the moment that the tow of them had reformed. He then found a blanket to cover up the boy who began to stir once more as his body tried to adjust to his new surroundings. Immediately the older man sat at his side and took him in his arms before coaxing the boy back to sleep.

"Shh, Chris. It's ok, go back to sleep" the man said in a soothing voice that shocked even him.

At first the boy tensed at the sound of his brother's voice but relax more and more as time went on. Within seconds the brunette was fast asleep which surprised the older man seeing as how his brother is usually a very light sleeper. But he contributed it to all the stress that his brother had been under since his arrival to the past and he couldn't help but get a little angry. After all if he hadn't been so stubborn to begin with, then his body wouldn't be in the shape that it was in now.

"Damn you Chris" he spoke out loud which caused the boy to jump slightly. Part of him was hurt by the gesture but then again his brother had become frightened of him every since the day he killed them. His tormentors and those who only pretended to care such as his aunts and his uncle Daryl anyone who could have helped but chose not to. He didn't understand why the boy had loved his parents so much after everything thing they had done to him but that was Chris's nature. He was always so kind, loving, generous and forgiving all the things Wyatt Matthew Halliwell was not.

He envied his little brother for those capabilities sometimes but on the other hand he knew that if he wanted to hold his position as source that he couldn't be tied down by those emotions or have a conscious so in that respect he was grateful for his so called inabilities. The very same inabilities that would give him the strength and will he needed to end his brother's pain and make sure that no demon, whether supposedly good or not, would ever hurt him again.

In the end he had done what was necessary for his brother and if given the chance he would do it all over again with no regrets.

Although his trip had given a lot more to think about as far as his parents were concerned. They seemed to actually care about his younger sibling or so he thought. Was this another one of their tricks? Did he just happen to catch them having a good moment? He didn't know and truth be told he really didn't care. All he cared about was finding his way home and returning to his thrown hopefully with his little brother joining the ranks as second in command. He knew that it would take a hell of a lot to convince his brother to give up the old good vs. evil mirage but then again maybe their little trip to the past could help him out.

A smile formed on the man's face as he thought about showing Chris what would have happened if he hadn't come back to save him. He knew that the boy would be shattered if he actually saw what could have happened if his brother didn't care about him and had never come back to get him. Besides seeing his father that angry was sure to drudge up all those old painful memories and drive Chris straight into his brother's awaiting arms.

But was the potential amount of pain that he was about to put his brother through worth it? The question immediately made his smile fade as he shifted his gaze down to the boy that lay up against his chest sleeping. He didn't want to cause the boy any more stress or pain but it was necessary. His brother had a bad habit of being stubborn and wouldn't come over to his way of thinking without drastic measures being taken so he was going to have to show him the demise of his past self no matter how much it would hurt the both of them.

"Mom" Christopher Halliwell whispered as he began to awaken. Although he remembered falling asleep in his mother's arms the embrace he was in right felt very different. His new comforter had strong forearms, large biceps and a hard chest. This was obviously not his mother. Maybe it was father.

"Dad" he questioned.

Wyatt was frustrated that his younger sibling didn't recognize who he was. Sighing heavily he responded "No Christopher, it's me"

The man didn't have to elaborate any further. That voice belonged to one person and one person only, his brother Wyatt.

Opening his eyes and focusing the boy could see that he was no longer in his parent's house but in his mother's office at P3. Gathering all his strength the boy tried hard to get up and break free from his psycho brother's grasp but to no avail. Wyatt was much stronger than he was and more then capable of holding him firmly in place.

"Calm down Chris. I'm not going to hurt you" the man tried to reassure the boy who continued to struggle in his arms.

"Yes you will I know you Wyatt and when someone betrays you, you kill them!"

"Like I said I'm not going to hurt you Chris. Now cut it out before I lose my patience" the man warned bringing the young witch's struggle to a halt.

"Why are we here and where's Mom and Dad?" the boy questioned.

"None of that is important right now Chris. My main concern is making sure that you're ok and in good health before we make our return trip home. So how are you feeling?"

Did he just hear right? Was his brother actually more concerned about his health then his acts of betrayal? No, nothing in the world meant more to Wyatt Halliwell then power and his need to dominate others. This had to be some sort of trick his brother concocted in order to gain his trust so he wouldn't see his demise coming, or was it?

"Ok who are you and what the hell have you done with my brother?" the boy asked as he sat up.

"I'm right here Chris and I really wish you would stop pretending as if I don't care about you when you know that I do" the man said raising his voice slightly.

"Whatever"

"Whatever?" the older sibling questioned making sure that he had heard the boy correctly.

"You heard me Wyatt. You don't love anyone but yourself and you know it so just cut the "concerned brother" act and tell me what you really came here to do"

"I came here to save you from dying at the hands of our father and this is how you show me your gratitude?" the man said in an eerily calm voice as he shifted his gaze to meet his brother's.

"Oh please Wyatt save that shit for someone who's stupid enough to believe it! Deep down I know the only reason that you felt so damn compelled to save me was because you wanted the pleasure of killing me yourself!"

Wyatt could feel his anger rising to an all time high as he listened to his brother's ranting. How could he think for one second that Wyatt would want to see him dead let alone be the one to end his life? He loved his brother or cared for him as much as his darkened soul would allow him too and this is how he acts. Sure he had done some very questionable things in his quest to take over both sides of the magical world but he had done it all for him, so he would be safe and no one would ever be able to hurt him again like his parents had.

"That's not true and you know it Christopher. Everything I've done has been for you. I killed our parents for you. I took over the world so no one would ever get the chance to hurt you again and this is what you think of me? That I'm some cruel monster that's out to get you. Unh? Is that what you think Chris?" the man replied as he took his brother's face in his hands, forcing the younger boy to look him in the eye.

The boy just glared at the man showing no signs of changing his mind or backing down. No, he had to stand firm and not fall for his brother's tricks even if had had done all of those things for his sake, it didn't mean that he could forgive or forget all of the blood shed.

"I don't believe you Wyatt. You're a sick evil monster that should have never been born" the words came out before the boy had a chance to think.

Suddenly something in Wyatt snapped giving his anger total control. Without warning he jumped to his feet, pulling his younger sibling up with him before hitting the boy in the face hard and knocking him down to the floor.

"Wyatt please, don't" Chris pleaded as he was forced to his feet only to be hit even harder into the wall behind him.

"Please stop" he cried as his brother's foot made a connection with his stomach sending intense waves of pain throughout his body.

"Fucking ingrate" the man yelled as he hit his brother again and again completely unaware of what he was doing, that was until his brother's pain caused his mind to flash back and speak words that Wyatt never wanted to hear.

"Dad please, don't. I'm sorry I'll be good, I promise" the boy cried bring his brother's blows to a halt.

Wyatt Halliwell felt sick to his stomach as he looked down at his younger sibling that was now curled up in a ball on the floor like he had been many times as a kid. He swore that he would never allow his brother to go through the torment that he had suffered as a child in fact he had dedicated his life to making that possible but yet here he was, hurting the boy just like his parents had done. Suddenly he could feel a warming sensation come over him and a lump formed in his throat as a new feeling washed over him, one that he had never felt before, the feeling of remorse.