He did it for me

Chapter 6

By: teal-lover

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Being twice blessed, Wyatt thought that nothing could ever hurt him. It's devastating to find out how wrong you can be. Takes place in the future that Chris changed.

Chris just turned 19, and Wyatt is three months shy of his 21st birthday.

Disclaimer in chapter 1

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Sheila fell asleep curled at the foot of the bed. She began to wake as Wyatt stirred and sat up to be the first thing he saw when he awoke fully. When his eyes opened, he shielded them from the sunlight before he adjusted to the brightness. "How are you feeling?" she asked quietly.

Wyatt inhaled deeply as the memories of the previous night flooded back to him. "Like I just lost my best friend. Who also happens to be my brother. I thought it was just a dream, and that when I woke up, everything would be fine again. But it's never gonna' be fine again. Is it Aunt Sheel? What's gonna' happen now?"

Sheila moved closer to sit next to him, "I don't know exactly what's going to happen next. I can't answer that. But I do know that everything will be ok. Your family always finds a way, don't they?"

"They didn't with Aunt Prue. I never even got the chance to meet her."

"You would have loved her. She was a wonderful person, and fiercely protective of her family. She was a lot like you."

"Well I didn't do so good last night, did I? He didn't even have a chance." He began to get agitated again, "If I ever have kids, is that how it's gonna' be for them? I can hear it now, "Oh, your Uncle Chris was a great guy, you would have loved him." He'll just be some footnote in the picture albums that no one ever talks about?"

Sheila tried to change the depressing subject to take his mind off of it, "Why don't we go have some breakfast. I'll make your favorite?"

"I don't feel like eating. I want to go home and see how they're doing."

"I don't think that's a good idea for you right now. I'll call over there in a little bit."

He growled in frustration, "Why didn't they tell me, Aunt Sheel? How could they keep this from me? I was the cause of my little brother's death, for the second time. He's probably so pissed at me. I need to talk to him. Tell him that I'm sorry. It was all my fault—if I hadn't killed that demon's brother, he wouldn't have come after Chris. He even said so." He mocked the demon's words from the attic, "He said, "mine for yours, witch." It's my fault, not Chris's. It wasn't fair to him. Do you think he's mad at me?"

Sheila immediately shook her head, "No! Wyatt, I don't. Your brother loves you, and he would never blame you for what happened." He had inherited his Aunt Phoebe's knack for babbling, but only when he was nervous or afraid. He hadn't babbled like this since he was a child, and it scared her that he did so now. She didn't believe that it was his fault, and knew she would be hard pressed to make him believe it too. He needed to hear it from Chris. "Can you summon him? Like your mom does for her grandmother?"

Wyatt shook his head sadly, "They'll never let me see him. Just like mom still can't see Aunt Prue. And it's been over twenty years. I can't wait that long…"

Sheila made her decision in that instant to show him the secret that she had kept hidden for so many years. "Wyatt? I wasn't sure if I should give you this now, or ever for that matter. But I think it's something that you need to see. Or rather, that you need to hear—especially now.

Behind the frame was a letter that had begun to yellow slightly. It was addressed to Wyatt Halliwell, in sloppy black handwriting.

Dear Wy,

Can I call you Wy? I hope you don't mind. And if you do, well there's really nothing you can do about it, can you ;)

I always wanted to call you that—it seemed so personal. But you hated when I did that since it wasn't your formal name. And it just wasn't worth getting my ass kicked every single time I tried it. But I don't think you're like that now. I hope you and mini-me have a good relationship. That's something I always wanted. Don't get me wrong: I loved my brother—I really did. But it's hard to keep fighting to save someone who doesn't want to be saved. So I hope that the two of you are friends. You know, shoot some basketballs at him—instead of the energy balls mind you—cause they're really not fun to duck. And they're even less fun when you get hit and have to explain to your mother and father why you need healing. And Wy? If you're wondering why I keep calling him mini-me, then go and rent Austin Powers 2—you'd love it. Dr. Evil was just your style!

So anyway, I know you recognize the handwriting. And I'm sure by now, that Aunt Sheila has told you all about me. She's cool isn't she? Be good to her, ok? She's always been there for us, for as long as I can remember. She even accepted me first when I got to the past.

Yeah, I know—I babble like a brook when I really get started. But what do you expect? I was raised by Aunt Phoebe. Well now that we've saved you, I guess I can be a little more myself. And I guess I can be honest now too. I'm a little scared to go back because I'm not really sure what's going to happen to me in a few hours when I get there. But I can't wait to get to know my big brother. The real you. The way you should have been before they got to you. You see, all my life, you've only ever tolerated me most of the time. But then there were also a few times when you would help me out and I knew you could be saved. So if your evil self somehow manages to read this—don't be mad at me for coming to the past. It's your own fault :)

But if you're good like I know you are and you're still reading this, then I guess something terrible has happened to me—or maybe mini-me—same person? I don't really know. But whatever happens, I do know you'll be ok. I didn't work that hard at travelling to the past and pissin' off the family for you not to be. You're strong. Always have been.

But something really bad must have happened, because Aunt Sheila wouldn't have given you this letter otherwise. The only way to make sure the cleaners wouldn't be able to get to it is if they don't know about it. And they'd never believe that a mortal would have access to it. I had to give this to her to make sure it made it to your hands if she felt it was necessary. I'm really sorry that it is and I hope you're ok. I guess my point is, that if it's bad enough for you to see this, then you might need what's on the back of this letter. Funny thing is, I actually stole it from you. So I guess it really belongs to you?

One more thing--I love you bro. You only said that to me once. But I don't count it because Dad couldn't heal you in time and you ended up under morphine. By the way, if you're ever in the hospital again—don't let them give you the self-serve morphine drip, cause you just kept pushing that button. And a drugged up Wyatt is almost as scary as evil Wyatt:) Just kidding man. Whatever you decide to do—good luck. You'll do just fine.

Always,
Christopher Perry Halliwell

Wyatt turned over the page of the letter and found what looked to be a spell. As he read it over, his head shot up questioningly, "What is this?"

Sheila looked over his shoulder to the paper he was holding. "Chris told me that it was the spell he used to come back to the past. He grabbed it after he was forced to make an impromptu trip to the old future. He didn't know when it was written, but I'm pretty sure that it doesn't exist anywhere else. You and I are the only ones who know about it."

Wyatt looked hopeful for the first time in hours, "Then I can fix this? I can get him back?"

Sheila cautioned him, "This is a last resort, Wyatt. He told me of the dangers of using the spell, and that's why I wasn't sure if I should give this to you. You might end up changing things more than you want them to. Let's see if your family can find a way before you even consider this, ok? I want you to promise me you'll do that?"

Wyatt hugged her enthusiastically while he gripped the letter tightly, "I promise. Thank you so much! How can I ever thank you?"

Sheila smiled at the young man as she pulled him up off the bed, "How about by eating something. I'll make you my famous french toast? Are you hungry?"

Wyatt rubbed his stomach as he grinned with a newfound hope. "I'm starved."

Tbc…

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