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Chapter 2

Three and a half year old Chris trudged up the stairs heading towards his bedroom. His shoulders were slumped and he had a small brightly wrapped package in hand. His face was downcast and eyes were suppressing tears.

Once he reached his room Chris knelt down on the floor beside his bed and pushed the package in his hand underneath. Tonight was exactly two nights before Christmas and his dad had come over for the holiday. Leo was going to be busy on Christmas day so he had decided to celebrate Christmas tonight with his boys while Piper and her sisters went out to a Christmas party for Phoebe's work.

The night had started out great. The three ordered pizza for dinner and got a nice Christmas movie to watch afterwards. Chris had a good time in the beginning. His daddy talked to him for a while, not as much as he talked to Wyatt but Chris took what he could get. After dinner however his daddy stopped talking to him, like he had forgotten that Chris was even there. His daddy played games with Wyatt while Chris stood by and watched. Chris didn't really mind though, he was used to it by now.

Once the movie had begun, Leo told his little boys to stay where they were and that he would be back in a moment. A few minutes later Leo came back into the room with two bowls in his hands. He sat back on down on the couch and handed one of the bowls to Wyatt and kept the other for himself. Chris looked over at Wyatt and saw that his bowl was full of ice-cream with chocolate topping. Chris looked up at his daddy with sad eyes.

"Where's mine" he had asked softly

Leo didn't even acknowledge his son as he was far too engrossed in the movie they were watching. Noticing this Chris had decided to just get it himself, so he pulled himself up off the floor, his daddy and Wyatt were taking up the whole couch, and walked into the kitchen.

When he got there he realised he couldn't reach anything so he got the stool and climbed onto it. First he reached out to the Freezer door to pull the ice-cream out of it. With that done he dropped the ice-cream onto the floor so his hands would be free to get the bowl. To reach the cupboard Chris had to stretch his little body as far as he could. He felt around on the cupboard and after what seemed like an age his tiny little hand latched onto a bowl. When he was about to pull back a voice calling his name from the other room startled him. Chris completely lost concentration and slipped off the stool. The fall from the chair to the ground went by in the slowest of slow motions. Finally Chris hit the ground with a loud thud and a small snap coming from his right wrist. A second after he hit the ground a bunch of plates smashed into little bits all around him, missing him only by inches.

The next thing Chris new, he was crying loudly and his big brother was on the floor beside him trying to calm him down.

"DADDY" he wailed

"Daddy left a minute ago Chris" whispered Wyatt "He said someone needed him"

"My arm hurts" sobbed Chris

"It's going to be alright" said Wyatt as he patted his little brother's head "He said he would be back in ten minutes"

"How longs that" asked Chris still crying

"I don't know, but it sounds soon" Chris started to calm down a bit. His brother was soothing him and making him feel really comforted.

"I think we should clean up" continued Wyatt a minute later

"I can't move my hand" said Chris only lightly sobbing now "You heal it" he asked holding out his arm.

"I don't know how, maybe we should call daddy" said Wyatt

"Aunt Paige instead" said Chris softly looking down at the floor. He new if his daddy saw the mess he would get mad.

"Aunt Paige, Aunt Paige" called the two of them repeatedly.

"She would have heard us by now I think, but she might not come, she thinks daddy's here" said Wyatt a couple of minutes later "Daddy left presents for us" he continued, "do you want yours"

"Later" said Chris shaking his head. Wyatt new he wouldn't open the present, he never did. Chris didn't want toys off his daddy; he just wanted his daddy to pay him some attention. Wyatt was going to clean up the mess but Chris wanted him to stay with him. So he cleared a patch of the broken bowl covered floor and sat down beside his brother gently rubbing circles on his back.

About an hour later Leo orbed back into the manor and the sight he saw shocked him. Chris was lying on the kitchen floor asleep while Wyatt was walking around picking up broken bits of bowls on putting them in a pile.

"What happened here" Leo asked his son in a low voice

"Chris was getting ice-cream" answered Wyatt honestly

"CHRIS" shouted Leo waking the small boy "Get up" Chris did as he was told and stood up before his father with frightened eyes.

"Explain" said his daddy in a scary voice

"You forgot to get me ice-cream so I came to get some then I fell" said Chris, his voice trembling, all signs of sleep gone. Chris knew he had said something wrong because his daddy got a really mean look in his eyes and started shouting at him. Chris didn't catch much of what he said but he got the last two words, "Room, now"

Wyatt let go of the arm that he held onto while their daddy yelled at his little brother and watched him go sadly. He didn't understand why their daddy was so mean to Chris, Chris was a better kid then he, Wyatt got into so much more trouble. It was all very weird.

On his way past the living room to the stairs Chris had caught site of two packages. After much effort he made out which one was the package addressed to him and picked it up. Now the package was under his bed and he was on top of it crying.

His arm was hurting really badly and so was his chest. His chest always hurt after his daddy came over. His daddy never really even talked to him. He talked to everyone else. He laughed with them and made jokes and everything, but never with him. Chris didn't understand why. He guessed that his daddy just didn't love him. He never told Chris that he did. So maybe that was it. But why didn't he love him. Maybe he had done something to upset daddy once, thought Chris, and his daddy was angry at him about it. Oh well maybe he would ask his mommy tomorrow, he then put all his energy into trying to get to sleep.

Half an hour later Chris was lying in his bed still awake. The pain in his arm was getting steadily worse and tears were once again rolling down his face. He didn't want to go to his dad about it because he thought that he would just yell at him again, so Chris stayed where he was.

The sound of foot steps coming towards his room broke the silence in the room. Chris knew it could only be his daddy because the footsteps were too loud for Wyatt and his mommy and aunts weren't home yet. Chris quickly closed his eyes and hid his face in his pillow pretending to be asleep. He heard the door open and his daddy talk quietly with Wyatt. He heard his daddy tuck Wyatt into bed and even heard the sound his daddy's lips made when he kissed Wyatt. Every single one of those sounds hurt Chris more then his arm ever could, but the sound which hurt most of all was the sound of the 'I love you' his daddy said to Wyatt as he left the room.

"Wyatt" spoke Chris after his daddy left the room

"Yeah" came the reply

"My arm really hurts Wy"

"Why don't you get daddy to fix it" said Wyatt, he was now out of his bed and standing beside Chris's

"Because he's mad at me" Chris said. It was then that Wyatt noticed the tears which were still pouring out of his eyes.

"Shh" said Wyatt patting his back in an attempt to comfort his upset little brother. "Well I could have ago" he reasoned

Wyatt climbed up onto Chris' bed and got into a comfortable position. He then placed his hands over Chris's little right arm and closed his eyes. Nothing happened.

"Why does daddy hate me" asked Chris, his face resembled that of a sad little puppy dog. Wyatt's heart ached at the sound of his little brother asking that question. His daddy caused a lot of heartache in his family, he could sense it.

"I don't think he does Chissy" said Wyatt softly, looking into his little brothers green eyes. "But it doesn't matter even if he does"

"Why" asked Chris in a small voice

"Because no matter what I love you" Wyatt then bent his head down and placed a delicate kiss on his brothers forehead. When he sat up again he noticed that his hands were glowing and Chris' arm was looking normal again.

"I love you too Wyatt" Chris said right before falling off into a deep contented sleep.

Wyatt then hopped back off the bed and crawled back into his own. He knew that there was going to be a lot of yelling between his mommy and daddy the next time his daddy came. Wyatt knew he had to tell his mommy that their daddy had left them alone and about what happened to Chris. He was a big brother and it was his job to protect his little brother, even if it meant dobbing on his daddy. Wyatt took one last look over at his brother and felt a great big rush of pride. He was so happy that he was able to help him like that. Wyatt then drifted off into a comfortable slumber looking forward to the morning when he could talk about his new controlled power.

A/N: Next chapter is a day at the park with a matchmaker Chris. It will involve a little less Leo and a little more the rest of the family.