CHAPTER VIII:
But then my Wyatt could still become his Wyatt… I was so engaged in my thoughts, and the other two were so engulfed in their hug that we never heard when the door opened; we only heard the…
"OH MY GOD, CHRIS" When my mom screamed.
Chris turned his head to face the door, and I wish I could have seen the smile on his face when he looked at mom and dad, it was probably incredible.
"Mom, Dad." He said jolly, standing up.
Mom ran to hug him, I will wonder all my life how she manage with her tiny body to engulf his tall lean body the way she did, because he practically disappeared in her arms. He slowly began to come into sight again when she started kissing almost every part of his body, looking at him, making sure it was him.
"How is it possible?" She asked with a beatific smile. Suddenly she frowned "Is there any problem?"
"The kids needed my help." He smiled at her, caressing her hair, looking at her as if she was the most perfect work of art in the planet.
"So they let you come?" She asked happily and relieved.
Chris looked at the floor, at the decoration in my room, at whatever place you could think of, to avoid looking at mom's face.
"Chris?" She suddenly asked me. Why didn't she ask him? Beats me! I guess I probably still lacked the many years on lying training that my other version had.
I decided that if it was working for the other Chris, it had to work for me, so I also proceed to study the decoration in my room and the pattern in the carpet.
"CRISTOPHER!" My mom yelled, who knows to which of us, probably both. Then she lifted Chris' face softly and forced him to look her in the eyes. "What have you done, sweety?"
"They needed me, mom!" He looked at her pleadingly.
"Chris, you know how risky it is for you to come after the last time! They are not going to just let it go this time!" She said worried, caressing his face and you could see how every fiber of her body wanted to treasure every second of that touch. Forever keep the scent and feeling of his skin in hers. I almost felt jealous, but then… I know how much it meant to him to have her touching him like that, and I know how my mom and my dad missed him, she knew it might be the last time in a long, long time, that she would be caressing his skin, hearing his words, staring into his sad eyes, that is… if she didn't die in two weeks, and then… she didn't know about that.
I wondered if Chris wanted mom to die, so he could be with her. I bet he did… but I knew…deep inside me, that he would do everything in his power to stop that from happening, to spare us the grief of loosing her, and to spare her the pain of loosing us.
Chris didn't answer, he just imitated her, caressing her cheeks and looking straight into her eyes, telling her a million things without saying a word.
"Honey, you can't always sacrifice yourself for everybody, you have to think in yourself once in a while!" She whispered to him adoringly "And that goes to you too" She then said facing me… Like I had something to do with ANYTHING! Whatever… mom…
"Well, I was being selfish mom… I get to see and interact with my family! What more can I ask for?" He smiled persuasively… I can't believe it… he actually stole my persuasive smile… the one smile that I KNOW mom and dad would never say no to! But well… maybe I stole it from him without even noticing.
My mom sighed when she heard his words, like she does with me ALL the time…
"Ahhh… what am I going to do with you?"
"You could give me one more hug and I wouldn't complain." He said smiling.
"See you should learn from him!" My mom told me, while pulling him into another hug.
"I live with you, he hasn't talked to you or hugged you in fourteen years!" I excused myself while EXACTLY at the same time… and this was funny… he said…
""He lives with you, I haven't talked to you or hugged you in fourteen years!"
When they pulled out of the hug, Chris started looking around, as if he was looking for someone, as if something was odd. Then I realized… Dad hadn't move from the door yet, he was standing there…completely still, actually more like kind of shaking and staring fixed at Chris. Chris looked at him worried.
"Aren't you going to come and say hi to me, dad?" Chris said softly and affectionably but he looked confused, even hurt.
"Sorry." Dad mumble… I think, because we could barely hear it.
"What, dad?"
"I am sorry. I am so sorry son! I tried, I swear I tried." His eyes got all watery.
" I don't understand, sorry for what, dad? You tried what?" He asked confused.
"I tried… I tried to save you, I swear I did!" he started crying "I didn't mean to let you down, I didn't mean to break my promise; I didn't mean to abandon you one more time. I know you hate me now son, but I swear tried… I would have done anything to save your life, but I've failed you, one more time, like I did all your life, I wasn't there for you, I was there for everybody else as you said your mom, Wy, half of the world… but I let you die… and I am soo sorry, Chris. I swear I tried, and I know is not good enough and I know you'll never forgive me, but I didn't want it to be that way." He was rambling through the tears. It was quite pitiful, I felt sorry for my dad.
Woow… all this years my dad lived with that weight over his shoulders? Thinking that the other Chris hated him? Maybe that was why he was always so overprotective with me… who knows… but I never knew my dad felt like that!
Now it was Chris that ran to dad and hugged him.
"It's ok dad, there is nothing to forgive, I know you tried. I never blamed you."
"But I wasn't there for you, I was there for everybody else, as you said, but I wasn't there for YOU!" He raised his voice.
"You were there for me… I died in your arms, remember?"
"That wasn't enough…" Now his voice was so soft it was barely a whisper.
"It wasn't enough for whom? For me or for YOU? It was for me dad, I needed you there and you were there for me, that meant a lot, you are never going to imagine how much it meant for me to die in YOUR arms." Spoke the voice of wisdom.
"But you still died…I couldn't save you."
"But you were there, at that moment you weren't with Wyatt, you weren't with mom, you weren't with anybody else, you were with ME when I needed you the most, and you went through one of the most horrible experience, you watch your kid DIE, so I wouldn't be alone, and I will always remember that."
"But you weren't supposed to die!" He sobbed uncontrollably.
"No… you didn't want me to die, and I am glad you didn't, dad! But it's different; I was supposed to die that day."
"NOOO it was all MY fault! It was MY friend, you died defending MY son, your older brother, I should have died, I should have saved you, you are my son and I let you die." He was crying uncontrollably, Chris was rubbing comforting circles on his back.
"I was suppose to die that day, dad! It was for the best"
"WHY? HOW? How can say that you dying was for the best?" Mom shouted from her end, I realized at that point that she was also crying, I don't know how long she had been doing it.
"Can't you see? If I wouldn't have died, I would have faded away, his soul and my soul are one, and they would have merged. I don't know if it was as a reward for what I did, or just a loophole in the system that allowed that by me dying just seconds before my time line changed and he was born, a part of my soul could actually ascend to the land of the dead. If I wouldn't have died, I would have just ceased to exist, like everybody on time line did. Dying was the only way of keep on existing on some realm, Gideon unintentionally did my a favor my stabbing me."
"So you don't hate me?"
"Of course not, Dad!" He said smiling, giving him a bear hug that was returned oh-ever-so-gladly-and-relieved by my dad, that seemed to get twenty years younger (and my dad doesn't age!) in a second.
"Now if everybody doesn't mind, I think I need to have a private conversation with the young man on the bed, we can catch up later, now that I am here and I don't know what's expecting me up there, but it can't be good; I have no rush in leaving, trust me."
FRENCH "Butt kicking" SPARKLESHere one without a cliffie, just for you… though cliffies are fun! I hope you liked it!
ShhhDon'tTalkDon'tTalk : Hey you changed your nick… it doesn't matter, you'll always be "THE ANGELIC DREAMER" for me… a very perv and funny Angelic Dreamer… I just can't imagine what dreams you dream… but yeah a general spanking round on the house… even Piper can get spanked if you want… though I don't find it very tempting… I hope you liked this chappie.
ChrisBianca: Ups yeah I forgot…did someone said I did it on purpose? Nahhh they are BIG FAT LIERS! Well I hope it was worth the suspense. Your question, if I like Bianca… It depends on the fiction I guess… in my own fictions, yeah I like her… the stories I have on my mind of what her lives (the good and the bad) were and how she was, actually she is a really nice girl that suffered A LOT… I don't know if I like her for Chris though, or at least the Chris from the unaltered reality. I think they are both too cold and rational and can put their emotions aside too easily…which means they can understand each other and that can help them survive in a horrible world like the one they come from, but in a much nicer world, they would just end mistrusting everything and everybody and they wouldn't allow themselves to be happy, in a nicer world Chris needs someone that can help him relax and reinsert himself into society. Does that makes any sense? Does that answer your question?
teal-lover: I am so glad this story, yeah it's kind of a very simple, sappy, easy reading story, but cute nonetheless! Yeah Chris is cute, future version, past version, unaltered future version of the past version (and however it can be!), he is just CUTEEEEEE! I hope you liked this chappie too.
Starra: Well… here you have another update… I hope you liked it too.
Chris-Halliwell: Is this chappie any clearer? I hope so, and I hope you liked it too. I don't understand what you said about the email, if you wanna email me… sure go ahead…Ahhh and here I am getting the third Chris Halliwell in the story as you asked! I hoped you liked the interaction with your parents!
Nathy1000000: Hehe…. Sorry que no te conteste tu email, acabo de llegar de semana santa en gessel hoy a la madrugada, y estoy subiendo esto que ya estaba escrito. Si viste… me encanta torturar a mis personajes… vos casarte con Chris? Hmmm no se… me parece que primero lo hago casarse conmigo! Si Chris-Wy son lo mas, lo versátil que es esa relacion. Espero que tambien te haya gustado este chappie!
phoebe turner: TKS! I hope you liked this too.
Pukah: Hey, ya te estaba extrañando! Yeah the pink elephant from the acid Chris took befote he left heaven! "I liked the way the conversation changed between the 'we need your help' to the 'your brother loved you'. " Tks… yeah they were cute… I admit it! I want cookies… it was the scream… Piper's scream… Am I forgiven now? Do I get a cookie?