See AN at end...
Of All the People
Chapter 13
By teal-lover
Summary: Wyatt reflects on the events after Chris Crossed and decides to do something about it.
Rating: PG13, T
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, just borrowing, promise to give them back when done, don't get any money for this.
Day 6, which you'll see by this chapter is a very important day:)
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Mausoleum…Day 6…August 26, 2003They glared at each other, both waiting for the other to strike.
Chris charged at him at a slight angle, knowing full well that Wyatt would attempt to throw him. When they collided, Wyatt did just that, but Chris used the momentum to lock onto his arm and pulled him down with him. They both landed on the hard stone floor, grunting painfully.
Chris recovered quicker because he had softened the blow of his impact with Wyatt's body, who now moved a fraction of section slower from the stun. But that was all the time he needed. Chris was always better in the hand-to-hand category since he was forced to use skill and cunning to get the best of his brother, whereas Wyatt relied on his overpowering size to best him.
Laying side-by-side, he spotted an opening when Wyatt raised his arms to grab for his throat. He bent his elbow and shoved one of the most solid parts of the human body directly into a pressure point midway between his brother's armpit and waist.
Wyatt cursed loudly from the pain that shot through his body, and he rolled away from the younger man. He threw his shield up to block him out and saw him dart to his feet while he rose unsteadily to his own. He lowered it again a moment after his breathing returned to normal.
He took note of the predatory look in his brother's eyes and watched him inching closer with each passing second. The brunette was looking for another weak spot and an opening, just like he had taught him. Blue eyes stared on warily, because he knew his opponent well enough to know that he would find it and use it as an advantage against him. Oddly enough, Wyatt felt a bit of pride that he hadn't strayed too far from everything he forced him to learn. After that wild and frenzied attack he had displayed in the future, which had been doomed from the start, he thought that Chris's skills (and sense) had taken leave of the young man. Apparently, they only came out when he was extremely angry, he thought with mild amusement.
With Chris's powers on hold from the potion, he could easily end this now before it even began. An energy ball here and there. The squeezing of his fist. The flicking of his wrist. Any of those things would put an end to this senseless fighting, but he knew well enough to know that Chris's anger had pushed him to the brink, more so than Bianca's death. The determination that had glazed over the green eyes had told him that he wouldn't stop until he forced him to do what he couldn't so far. Wyatt would have to kill him with his own hands.
He couldn't do it. Not now, and not ever. He would just have to put his powers on hold as well and do this the old-fashioned way. He grinned slightly, seeking out the other's weaknesses. If Chris wanted a fight, he was going to get one. "I was right," he taunted, "You have lost your mind."
"Maybe. If I have, its all thanks to you," Chris growled back. For his part, he believed he knew what he was doing. Wyatt would not use his powers against him because of the risk they carried, and he now knew that his brother couldn't consciously kill him directly. He was hoping to bait him into telling what he knew since Wyatt often revealed things in the heat of the moment when his temper got the best of him. Maybe he could still get out of this alive, with the information he needed. But he only had two days left to get it, so it was time to start pushing. This would only work if he was ultimately able to get the upper hand and knock him out.
"Then I suppose you have a lot to be thankful to me for, you little ingrate. The operative word being, little."
Chris knew that Wyatt was baiting him exactly the way he had intended to do, but found that he was unable to stop himself from asking suspiciously, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Wyatt grinned arrogantly, deciding to divulge only the partial truth. "I mean, that if I hadn't done that growth spell on you years ago, Aunt Paige would still be towering over you." In actuality, he had only sped up the process, but Chris didn't need to know that.
"You're lying. My growth spurt had nothing to do with you. Any spell like that wouldn't have worked because of personal gain."
He scoffed confidently, "Personal gain has never affected me. That's just some superstitious nonsense that the Elders inflict on feeble minds. Then you trip your own self up by casting spells while you're so worried about the consequences in the background. No spell can work properly with that attitude. Which is why mine always do. Runt."
Chris bristled at the nickname that had been such a sore spot for him growing up. Coming from his brother, it was only acceptable when used affectionately when they were joking with each other. When they were not, his brother merely used it to piss him off. This was obviously one of those latter times. But two could play at that. His eyes narrowed before his lips curled up into a smug grin. "Well then, I suppose you should be thanking me as well. I'm helping you keep your score in tact. After all, if everyone else betrays you, who am I to break your perfect record?"
Chris saw the blue eyes flash with anger before he was thrown into the wall with the telekinetic force. Before he could rise, Wyatt stalked over and pulled him up. "See now, that's cheating." He watched as the comment infuriated the elder witch further and felt the grip on his collar tighten. Smirking, he taunted again, "So what was it? Mom, Grandpa, and the Aunts for dying on us? Dad for bailing on us? The Elders for leaving us all alone? Oh wait, I know. It was a girlfriend, right? Did she break your heart? What little there is left of it…"
"You know NOTHING!" Wyatt yelled as he threw a fist, aiming straight for Chris midsection. He hissed in pain as his knuckles slammed into the wall behind him.
Blanching, Chris started to shake as both of his hands grabbed at the heavily muscled arm, now firmly planted straight through his stomach.
They both stared down in shock as Wyatt pulled back slowly, his hand passing through the transparent flesh.
Tears welled up in his eyes, but Chris tried to cover up the panic in them and the wavering in his voice with a joke. He didn't even realize that he was still gripping Wyatt's arm. "Wy? You've never been good at math, huh. Next year, 2004. It's a leap year isn't it? That makes it one day earlier that I have to be—"
Wyatt finished his sentence absently, "conceived."
TBC…
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AN: Yes, I know this was an evil ending to a chapter:), but I promise to give you a resolution in ch 14. Sorry to anyone who's already read this, but I forgot the AN when I uploaded the 1st time. You'll get the answer to most of your questions--will he or won't he? Oh come on, it's not a real cliffhanger--you know the answer to that. Right? ;)