CHAPTER XIII: Paternal love can have very weird consequences.
Manor- Attic.
Everybody, except for C.J and Wyatt, was in the attic when Leo orbed in.
Emma, D.J and Eric were playing with Patty and Penny. Phoebe was sitting down, Prue wrapped in her arms sitting on her lap, beside her, Paige sitting on Jake's lap while the three aforementioned adults were trying to calm a frantically pacing Piper down.
"Did you find anything?" Piper ran to her husband, desperate, as soon as the first blue-white orb illuminated the attic.
"Some…" Leo shrugged sadly, knowing that what he knew wasn't going to make anyone happier.
They all stopped dead in their tracks, the silence was almost scary as they all listened to him re-tell the relevant facts of his underworld adventures.
Piper gasped as she tried to stop the tears that didn't want to leave her eyes. Paige hoarse voice explained Leo what had happened in absence as he walked to his wife with all the intention of hugging her comfortingly; but she walked out of his embrace, wiping out her tears, she spoke dryly.
"Ok let's go wake up Wyatt. Let's see if we can get something else from him."
"Don't you think he probably needs to sleep, Piper?" Phoebe asked concerned.
"Oh… he'll sleep, we are just going to tell him what to dreamཀ" Piper stated.
"What?" Paige asked confused. They were all staring at the eldest Halliwell with a questioning look.
"Just go get Wyatt, Leo, Pleaseཀ" Piper pleaded him, trying to stay composed.
One look into his wife's face, and Leo's head vowed almost involuntarily into a nodding.
Without saying a word, but telling the love of his life so many things that transcend words, with just one look, he orbed to Wyatt's room.
He would have never imagined what he saw, or what he didn't see, to be precise. His swore that if wouldn't have been already dead, this would have been the apex to his heart attack.
The room was empty, the bed-sheets were a damped knot of cloth and the comforter was lying on the floor, far from the bed. The room could have passed for a war zone and all Leo could feel, was the heavy thump his body made when his legs failed to sustain him.
"Concentrate, Leo!" He ordered himself taking deep breaths until he managed to steady his breathing and pulse enough to be able to focus and sense his blond boy.
His panic turned into anger when he sensed Wyatt beside C.J in a coffee shop near by.
He managed to stand up, and when he spoke, his voice was harsh; harsher than he ever remembered using on his voice.
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Underwold- Chris' chambers.
From his sitting point, Chris watched as Wyatt exited the room with a majestic flair. Once his brother was gone, he elbowed the table in front of him and covered his face with his hands, sighing pitifully.
"Chris! We are waiting for you!" He heard his tyrant brother said in a tone that admitted no argue.
Chris softly banged his head against the table in a silent complain.
"Christopher!" The resurrected source of his worst nightmares commanded.
"COMING!" Chris dragged himself out of his chair, not very happily, but still knowing it wasn't worth the fight.
Chris stumbled his way to the next room, as soon as his weak body made it's appearance, Wyatt commanding demeanor collapsed as he ran to help his frail baby brother.
"Maybe it would be better if Chris ate in bed, sweetie; he doesn't look that good; we can all eat in his bedroom and it will be almost as if he was on the table!" Emma said sympathetically.
"NOOOO!" Was the annoyed dark hair boy response, pulling away from his brother's help violently.
"It's a pity." Wyatt said sadly "Cuz you settled everything so nicely, babe, but yeah, you are probably right!"
Chris, meanwhile, had unceremoniously thrown himself on a chair and was admiring Emma's magnificent decorations. He could tell she was also bored of being trapped!
"I am ok, both of you, really... don't worry about it! Actually I am starving!" He lied with his best winners' smile, which he hoped they bought. He didn't really wanted to eat but anything was better than being in bed. "And Wy is right, everything looks terrific Emma, good job." He smiled at his sister in law.
Wyatt offered him a hand to stand up, confused, Chris did was his brother was asking. Once he was on his feet, Wyatt engulfed him into a bear hug, at that Chris answered perplex.
"What was that for?" The youngest of the two asked, still his brother's hug had made him happier than he would care to admit.
"Nothing really." Wyatt said shrugging. "I am just glad to be with you again, to see you smiling again. We are going to have a nice family meal, I promise you bro." Wyatt said shuffling his hair, and smiling widely, as his eyes sparkled insane love. "I am going to show you how much I still care for you." He whispered barely audible; but Chris heard it.
He went to his brother, who by now had taken a sit at the table, and put a hand on his shoulder.
Wyatt turned around his head and looked at him, his face showed a clear smile.
"I still care for you too, Wy." Chris mumbled shyly, and softly; his smile was sad and compassionate.
"But?" Wyatt asked, helping his brother to a chair.
"But what?" Chris asked confused.
"Whenever you say something like that, you always end it up with a but... I am just wondering which is going to be the but right now."
"But nothing, bro... for right now... I just still care about you... not buts attached, k?" Chris smiled.
Wyatt beamed.
The first thirty minutes of their meal were idyllic (well... at least in their standards); but happiness does not last long in the alter universe boys' life.
"You just want to leave me!" Wyatt yelled angry and hurt. "Well guess what Christopher... there is NO WAY out, you are stuck here with the brother you HATE!"
"Whatever Wyatt... guilt is not going to work! I don't want to leave you... I want to leave THIS PLACE!" He yelled back " You can come with me Wy... we can go to mom and dad... we can go with mini me and mini you..." He said a lot softer.
"They will come... all of them... soon, to be with me, to follow me." Wyatt explained in a crazy voice. " Soon they'll learn to do what I say... they are my family, they have to do what I say... YOU have to do what I SAY!" The blond man ranted.
"You don't want a family, Wyatt... you want slaves!" Chris said disgusted, orbing out to his room.
Wyatt followed him almost instinctively; Chris was resting against the wall, panting heavily, but too stubborn to actually sit or lay down.
"You shouldn't be orbing in your condition, Chris." He said worried trying to get near him, but as Wyatt was getting near, Chris orbed to the opposite spot of the room; Just to upset him some more. "I am being serious, Chris... you have to take it easy!"
"Screw you, WYATT." He said disdainfully and tried to orb away one more time.
"I said don't!" Wyatt commanded, mumbling a spell underneath his breath; Chris reappeared in his spot. "Now..." Wyatt said walking to him, Chris tried to orb away one more time, only to discover he couldn't.
Unintentionally the magic obsessed emerald eyes boys started to panic.
"Calm down, Chris." Wyatt said soothingly, passing his arm around his shoulder and dragging him to bed. "Now... you will relax, lay down, and rest a little." He said sweetly as he forced him to bed, pretty roughly, since his brother was less than willing to cooperate.
"You took away my orbing powers!" Chris said shocked once he regained his power of speech.
"You were hurting yourself with them!" Wyatt explained, absolutely convinced that he was doing only what was best for his brother. As he forced him into bed.
"For how long?" Chris said, so bewilder and panicked that he almost didn't fight as his brother tucked him into bed caringly.
"It doesn't matter Chris, you don't need them right now, they do more harm than good... you shouldn't be orbing around." Wyatt said once again in the same tone parents use to explain their sick children why they can't go play in the cold rain.
"For how long?" Chris insisted.
"Till I say so, Christopher! Now... go to sleep... I'll be back in a few hours" He said flaming away.
"Wyatt... WAITT... WYYY" Chris tried, but it was no use.
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Coffee shop- A few blocks away from the manor.
Wyatt and Chris erupted from the bathroom and sat beside Cole without further dues.
"What are you two doing here? Your parents are going to kill me twice if they knew you came following meཀ" Cole said mostly confused, not knowing how to react "What do you want?"
"We believe you." Wyatt stated sort of how an autistic person would state something.
"You? Of all people? I am accusing your brother of all this and you believe me?" Cole asked C.J shocked.
"Dude…do you have a problem with us believing you? I mean, shouldn't you be glad?" C.J asked shocked and didn't wait for an answer "And...Why did you come to a coffee shop?" he asked confused.
"Cuz I wanted coffee." Cole answered acidly.
"Why didn't you shimmer to the underworld?" C.J once again.
"There is no good coffee in the underworld." Cole smirked and took a sip of his coffee.
At that moment, Wyatt appeared with an extra large coffee for himself and a cappuccino for C.J.
"You should lower down on your caffeine dose, Wy, you look quite edgy as it is." Cole sounded pretty much like Chris or C.J when they are trying to use their smart asses remarks, but it still obvious they are talking out of concern.
"I have problems falling asleep… but I think you know that." Wyatt wasn't his nicest self, Cole decided it was better to drop it.
"So… why are you here? You came here just to tell me you believe me?" Cole said softly, sipping his coffee.
"No… I believe you, and I want you to tell me all you know… and I want you to help usཀ" Wyatt said firmly.
"I told you everything I know, how do you want me to help you and what do I get in return?" Cole asked serious.
"You didn't tell us all you know about him, because you feared their reaction. I want to know all about it." Wyatt said in an obsessive tone.
"Wy…can I call you Wy? You almost broke down when you heard about it, and you don't look very well right now…you should just drop it and let your family take care of this." Cole said in a paternal tone.
"Don't patronize meཀ" Wyatt said angry.
"I am NOT… I am concerned… you probably won't believe me, but I am…I just don't want to see you get hurt. C.J… tell your brother…"
C.J felt move, he felt inclined to believe him, he really seemed concerned for Wyatt's frail state.
"I already tried." He shrugged sadly.
"I'll tell your brother all I know… I promise, if you just go home and relax…ok?" Cole asked Wyatt in a soothing tone.
"NOOOOཀཀ I want to know… tell meཀཀ" Wyatt snapped.
Cole looked at C.J, who shrugged, seriously appreciating his concern for Wyatt.
"He is not going to calm down until he knows." C.J said sadly resigned.
"Ok…I'll tell you, and I'll help you beat him, but I want something in return." Cole said seriously.
"What?" Wyatt asked.
"I want a picture of my daughter !"
"A picture of your WHAT?" C.J's eyes popped out of their sockets.
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A/N: Once again, I can not answer every review personally... soon hopefully. Still THANKS to everybody! A million times, thanks!