A/N I know it took me forever to update but here it is. I hope you all enjoy it and like always please don't forget to review. (Oh and no,no one missed anything this takes place just fifteen minutes after Chris wakes up)

Chapter 9

It wasn't supposed to end this way. He was supposed to have more time. Damn it why did everything in his life have to be so fucking hard? All he wanted to do was tell his family how much he loved them and beg their forgiveness for causing them so much distress, sadness and grief. He was so close and he had fought so hard to come back to them and when he was able to open his eyes and take in the sight of all the people that he loved standing around him it had literally brought tears to his eyes, tears that his brother and once enemy had gently wiped them away. They were saying how much they loved him and how frightened they were that he wouldn't make it. His mother had taken a seat at his side and was lovingly stroking his hair along with his father while his brother stood guard on the other. It was like a dream come true.

That's when it happened.

That's when his arch enemy fate had decided that his time was up. Intense waves of pain bombarded his skull making him feel as if someone was repeatedly hitting in the head with a baseball bat, increasing his pain with each and every breath. Through his muffled hearing he could make out the loud beeping coming from the many machines that were hooked up to his body. The alarming sounds were only being slightly masked by his mother's horrified screams as she yelled his name, calling him her baby and begging him not to leave her. In the background he could barely make out the shouting coming from his father and brother, yelling at the medical staff to do something as he stared at the blurry shadows of his family who were now being forced out of the room.

He now stood outside his body watching in the dark silhouette of the chaotic hospital room as the doctors and nurses worked feverously to save him. His eyes then fell upon his father as the man fought hard against three security guards trying desperately to get him while calling out his name. Meanwhile his mother was hysterical, rocking back and forth in the arms of her sisters. It was the most difficult scene he ever had to witness in his life.

He wanted to rush to their side and comfort them. Tell them that he was ok and that he no longer felt any pain and that they can go on with their lives and find a way to save his brother and not to waste their time mourning him. But unfortunately in life we don't always get what we want and in Chris's case death was just as spiteful.

"Let me see my son got damn it!" the harsh words and pain filled cries of his father made him cringe. Although he was still vaguely upset with the elder for being absent for most of his life he was still his father and Chris never wanted to see him suffer the way he was at that very moment and the fact that it was because of him only added to the boy's sorrow.

"I'm so sorry Dad" the boy spoke as he moved to stand at his father's side hating himself more and more with each step he too in the man's direction. If he were stronger like Wyatt then he would have had what it took to live and to keep his family from experiencing the torment that they were being forced to deal with right now. "Dad please listen to me" he pleaded in a raised voice in hopes of getting the man's attention and putting an end to his rage. He then tired unsuccessfully to take hold of the man's arms and shake some sense into him. Instead he passed right through him and landed on the ground hard directly in front of his mother and heartbroken aunts.

But they weren't his concern right now. No he needed to focus on his father and bring the man back to his right mind. "Dad!" he screamed out worriedly as two large men and another doctor carrying a needle tackled the elder man, knocking him down the floor.

"Keep him still" ordered the doctor as he pulled a bottle from his pocket and began to fill the syringe with the liquid.

"NO! You can't do this to me. Please, just let me see my son. Please I have to get to my boy he needs me" the Elder said before wincing from the prick of the sharp steel against his skin.

"What the hell are you doing to him?" questioned Phoebe through tears as she held a now shell shocked Piper.

"We just gave him a sedative to help him relax so he won't hurt himself or anyone else" the doctor said motioning for the men to place the man on a gurney outside his son's room.

"I…just…want…to see…my…son…Please…I…have to be…with…him. He…nee…needs…me" Leo Wyatt spoke slow and softly as the medication made it's way through his system causing him to become partially unconscious.

"Dad I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" Chris said now standing next to the man as tears formed in his eyes. "Things will get better for you all soon, I promise"

The boy spoke as he continued to watch the heart wrenching scene before him. This was all his fault. If he had just acted like a man instead of crying like a little boy to his father about his true identity then none of this would ever have happened. His family would be at home right now in bed and within a week or two they would have forgotten about their annoying little future boy. They wouldn't have given him a second thought and all would have been well and none of them would be hurting. They wouldn't feel so broken. At this realization Chris wanted to scream out in frustration, break something, shatter some inanimate object, display how he felt inside and how screwed up his life truly was and the fact that he couldn't only severed to piss him off that much more.

Suddenly his ranting stopped as he noticed the hospital room door open. Everyone around him seemed to move in slow motion and if it weren't for the small fact that he was no longer in his body he would have surely heard the pounding of his heart in his ears and felt it became lodged in his throat. He then watched with a heavy cloud of dread and anxiety hanging above him, knowing exactly what was about to be said while mentally preparing himself for the emotional outburst of his family members.

The two nurses and doctor walked over to the group with heart heavy looks plastered on their faces. Their eyes held unleashed tears as they thought about the best way to break the news and although they were trained professional and dealt with situations like this everyday it didn't make facing the families any easier, especially when the deceased member is so young. Their sadness and sympathy escaladed when they studied the scene before them.

The boy's poor heartbroken father had been sedated and judging by the current state of the man's wife he knew that the second he had given them the news that she too will need the soothing and calming effects of the drugs. On the other side stood a tall blond gentlemen who held a strong resemblance to the young man's father. He appeared to be staring at the white walls in front of him and was mumbling something that none of them could understand. The three medical professionals did their best to hold back their own tears at the painful sight of the grief stricken family and part of them wanted so desperately to shield them from the emotional blow that was sure to follow.

But they couldn't.

It was their job to deliver the news to them but they would try to convey the information to them as delicately as possible and pray that it gives them peace of mind to know that their loved one was no longer suffering.

"Mrs. Wyatt" the doctor began as the two nurses looked on in silence trying to avoid making eye contact. Before the man could continue any further a deep voice called out.

"Do not address her. You will speak to me and me alone"

The care givers turned around to come face to face with the blond male who was a lot taller then any one of them and he was seemingly staring a hole through the trio. Instead of seeing despair and pain in the man's eyes they saw challenge and a threatening nature. It was almost as if he was daring them to say it. Daring them to speak the words that they knew at some point they would be forced to voice.

Assessing the height, weight and over all persona of the man standing in front of him the doctor decided that it would be in his best interest to tread lightly. "I'm sorry Sir but what's your relation to the young man?"

"Who I am is none of your concern" the powerfully built male continued. "Just tell me when we can see him" he demanded.

"I" the young doctor began as he looked between the shaken family members wondering if he should be speaking to this man. Suddenly his question was answered as the stronger, taller stranger grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him up against the wall, hard.

"Tell me now damn it! I want to know what's going on with my brother and I swear if I have to ask you again I'll fucking kill you and mail your body parts back to your family one by one"

Fearing for his life the doctor quickly replied "I'm sorry but there was nothing we could do. The tumor was too far advanced and even if we did remove it, he would have died from cancer. The infection was just that bad. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry"

The man simply looked at the man and for a second the doctor could have sworn he saw a glimmer of pain but it was quickly masked by anger.

"You're lying!" the man shouted punching him in the face hard before slamming him back up against the wall in his fit of delusion and denial. "Who are you working for hum? How much is your master paying you? What did he promise you, a new power? What is it? What price did you offer your services for? What did it cost to take away the only person I had left?"

"What?" he questioned now more terrified and puzzled then ever.

"You heard me you son of a bitch who are you working for and where the hell are you hiding my brother?"

"Wyatt please!" Paige yelled leaving her sisters side to take hold of her nephew.

"I'm going to find my brother and when I do you'll pay dearly"

"Wyatt sweetie"

Everyone turned around to look at Piper Halliwell-Wyatt who in all the ciaos had walked over to her unconscious husband and was holding his hand. At that moment the woman looked a lot older then her thirty-three years. Her red eyes held large puffy bags under them and her frame slumped forward. She was mentally and physically exhausted and it was written all over her perfect features, features that only one other person shared.

"I need you to stay here with your father while I go say good-bye to your brother and when I'm done you will do the same" she commanded.

"Mom this is just a trick. They have him somewhere, I know it. Just let me get it out of him"

Piper gave the boy a small quarter smile before walking over to him and taking him by the hand. "Wyatt honey don't do this, Chris wouldn't want you to"

"Stop it! Don't talk about him like he's dead Mom. Please" the man shouted as he ran his fingers through his hair and began pacing.

"Wyatt listen to me" the woman continued grabbing hold of his hand once again. "I need you to keep it together ok? Because I can't take losing your brother and you in the same night, I just can't. So please honey for me, for Chris just calm down and sit with your father until I come back"

The man simply nodded his head, still unable to come to terms with reality.

"Good. Now promise me you won't do anything stupid" she said now in a more stern tone.

"Promise" he spoke in a low voice as he took a seat at his father's side and once again started to mumble to himself.

"Keep an eye on him will you?"

"Sure sweetie do you want me or Phoebe to come in with you"

"No, I have to do this on my own"

With that the woman turned around and walked slowly through the door.

He was laying there with a white sheet draped over his body. This was painful as hell and she wasn't sure exactly what she was thinking when she decided to do this, to face him.

Her baby.

Her little boy was now only two feet away and now her body began to shake, releasing dry tears seeing as how she had already given up all the water her body would allow. Gathering all her strength Piper pulled back the cover to reveal a gut wrenching sight.

Her youngest child laid there with blood oozing out of his ears, nose and mouth. Her first instincts were to run back in the other direction and never look back and hope to start anew with baby Chris. But she didn't. She had already turned her back on her little boy once already and she wasn't about to do it again.

"Hey peanut. Don't worry about a thing, Momma's gonna clean you all up" she said reaching for a bottle of peroxide. She then walked into the bathroom and retrieved a small wash cloth before making her way back to her little boys' side.

"You are the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. You know that?" she said while cleaning away the red liquid. "Stubborn as hell, but still cute. And I know between you and your brother I'm going to have quite the time keeping all those little girls away but I will give it my all. Oh and sweetie no Phoenixes this time ok. I already have enough grey hairs as it is" she spoke softly through quivering lips.

"There you go. Good as new. My perfect…prefect angel, well not perfect but still mine, mine and your daddy's sweet, brave little boy"

That was it.

She couldn't take it any more. She couldn't pretend that her baby heard her and was about to open his eyes, demanding to know why she wasn't on another demon hunting mission or ask why she was crying. Chris was gone. Her little boy was gone before she even had the chance to truly know him.

Pulling a chair up next to him the woman wept as much as her aching body would allow her as she buried her head in her child's chest and held him close and secretly prayed for a miracle.