Divine Source

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AN: Constructive criticism welcomed, but please if you don't like the story just don't read it. Or let me know, in a non-rude way, that you didn't like the story.
Chapter 10

Taylor and Kurt appeared inside of Professor Xavier's office a few moments later. Kurt pulled away from Taylor and made his way towards a chair, a little shaken up.

"I'm sorry, Kurt," Taylor said softly. "I just lost my temper. I'll take you back if you want." Kurt shook his head as he sat down.

"No," he responded. "I am thankful. If you believe I am safest here, then this is where I will stay." He smiled weakly. "I trust you, but please never do the thing with the lights to me again. I don't feel so good." He leaned his head back. "I'll just rest here for a while." Taylor smiled.

"I'll go tell the professor you're here," she said orbing away again.

Seconds later, she appeared in the main hall, right outside the living room. The professor was speaking with someone. She couldn't tell who it was, though.

"Sir, I must insist that you leave your name," Xavier was saying. "I'm sure that if Taylor wishes to speak with you, she'll give you a call."

"No," the man said. "Don't worry about it. I'll just leave." Taylor decided to make her presence known and walked into the living room.

"Professor," she nodded politely at both men. "I see we have a visitor. I just came to tell you that Kurt is in your office. He needs to talk to you."

"How?"

"I brought him home," Taylor said raising one eyebrow. Xavier nodded.

"I'll go and see about him. Taylor, this young man is here for you." Taylor nodded and the professor left the room a bit reluctantly.

"Can I help you?" she asked when the professor had gone. She took in the man's appearance. He looked to be about thirty, he shoulder length black hair, and blue eyes. He reminded Taylor of someone she'd seen in a photo once, but she couldn't remember his name.

"Taylor Halliwell?" he asked her.

"Yes."

"I'm Chris. Chris Halliwell. I'm Wyatt's brother." Taylor felt her legs give out and she collapsed into a chair.

"How? You left," she managed to choke out after a few moments. "You left a long time ago and you never even told him where you went!" She stood angrily and walked over to him. She stared into his face, searching for something. Then, without warning, she raised her hand and slapped him. "He was worried. He didn't know what to do. You blocked your signal from him. There was no way to find you, you son of a bitch! You just left him!" She slapped him again. "Leave!" Taylor turned on her booted heel to leave, but was stopped by Chris's hand on her shoulder.

"Wait," he said quietly. "I want to explain."

"You can't explain," Taylor said turning to face him. She was crying now and she couldn't stop. Everything Wyatt had ever told her about his little brother was coming back. She began shouting as her anger and grief returned. "You can't explain to me how you could leave Wyatt to fight demons all alone. How you could-how you could just disappear and let him die. I watched him die! I was there! Where in the fuck were you?" She pushed him. Chris shook his head.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't handle it. I didn't think I could be as good as Wyatt. He was stronger, more powerful, and more determined. I was a coward and I'm so sorry." Taylor shook her head.

"You want to know something?" she asked him wiping at the tears that stained her face. "He never forgot about you. He always told me that one day, I'd meet his little brother and that I'd just love you. Well, I hate you. I hate you because I think this is your fault. But you know what? Wyatt didn't hate you at all and I don't think I'll ever understand that." Taylor began crying again as Chris looked on sadly.

"How could you just leave him?" she sobbed. "Why couldn't he hate you?"