Thanks for all the reviews again guys! No matter how short, they do help to motivate me in writing the next chapter!. So, let's get on with it, straight to the story this time. I present to you. Part tres.

Disclaimer: I don't owned Charmed or any of its characters. I do own Mike(y) and Rainy though.

(I'm going to be prone to using Mike instead of Mikey more often because it seems to flow better with Rainy)

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Getting Past the Past

Mike and Rainy were a pair of jokesters from the very beginning. However, though they were twins, they were far from being identical, a fortunate thing for the rest of the world. Rainy stood about 6' 1" with dark, honey blond hair that fell across his hazel eyes in soft wisps. He was tall and lean and had an air of modest contentment about him. It was easy to just sit and relax in a comfortable silence in his presence. Mikey on the other hand, being only 5' 10" had to make up for his shorter height with a "louder" personality, always poking fun at the world and especially at his brother. He was of the same lean figure, though a bit more built and his hair shone a sandy blonde color which, in the sunlight, fell across his bright eyes in golden waterfalls. They complimented each other perfectly and it wasn't surprising that they were the best of friends.

Journeying back to this time had in all truthfulness been an honest mistake. They weren't too disappointed by this miscalculation, though. It was nice seeing their father and uncle in their prime. The two brothers looked up as their father continued his interrogation.

"So tell me again why you guys attempted to travel back in time?" Wyatt inquired.

Rainy smiled inwardly, silently laughing at his father's exasperation. They were used to playfully pushing his buttons and were basically getting a head start at this point. He heard Mike open his mouth and quickly joined in on the response.

"We were just looking for our grandparents."

The twins grinned at each other, expecting their audience to shake their heads knowingly as they often had in the future. Ever since they were little, the duo had bugged Wyatt into letting them travel back in time, but he had always responded with a laugh and a "not now guys, you don't want to go digging up past memories." The truth was they had wanted to go digging up past memories, except these "past memories" were more of a concern for Wyatt and Chris than they had been for the twins. The boys grew up hearing an assortment of magnificent stories about their grandparents, battling demons constantly while dealing with the more mundane aspects of life. It was obvious that they had never gotten to meet them, but they were never greatly upset by this. The lives of Piper, Leo, Phoebe, and Paige were immortalized in stories, pictures and tales from the past, and in their rebellious little minds, they knew that they'd be able to go back and meet them one day.

It was understandable that they were slightly surprised at the sudden looks of despair that flashed across both of their elders' faces. Chris's previously laughing disposition had suddenly grown solemn and dark, his eyes filling with grief. Wyatt had been looking down with saddened eyes at their Uncle Chris ever since they had completed their response.

Rainy was instantly uncomfortable. It took Mikey to a little longer to take in the sudden change of atmosphere, as if a switch from "happy" to "sad" had been flicked.

"Um…" Mikey mumbled quietly, getting too caught up in the uncomfortable silence. He took a small step backwards as Chris slowly rose from his seat, who managed a weak smile as he leaned slightly to the side, struggling to keep the grin on his face.

"You guys traveled back in time to visit your grandparents? I understand. They were a trip," Chris said, allowing a few forced laughs to escape the death grip of his drying throat.

"Yea, that's what we've heard from you guys," Rainy said softly, letting out a nervous chuckle. He was unsure about the whole situation. If only if I hadn't knocked over the toadstool, he muttered to himself. He'd never seen his uncle behave like this. Well, he never really had much of a chance to see his uncle behave like this now that he thought about it…

Wyatt, as if coming out of a trance, broke his gaze away from Chris and walked heavily towards his sons, his eyes deeply troubled and preoccupied.

"Hey, could… would you guys want to maybe go out for a bit? Explore the past a little, I'm sure that's what you guys wanted to do anyway." He spoke gently in an almost unrecognizable voice. Mikey looked over at his brother and nodded his head. Rainy understood immediately. Though he didn't know it at the moment, Wyatt always spoke in a softer and gentler tone to them whenever he wanted them "occupied" for whatever reasons.

"Alrighty, Sir!" Mikey said, saluting his father and turning towards the door which he presumed to be the exit. Rainy silently mouthed we'll be back in a bit and followed him out of the room. As they were walking out the door, a sudden impulse flew from Wyatt's mouth.

"And be careful… Remember where you guys are so don't do anything stupid!"

"Aye captain," Rainy said, letting out a soft laugh as he shut the door behind them. Wyatt was well on his way to becoming a father.

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It took Chris a while to realize that someone was shaking him, a subtle movement from his shoulder caused by his older brother. Those naively spoken words were all he could think about. We were just looking for our grandparents. It was like any other nightmare. It was nothing lethal, nothing devastating, but a constant reminder. A reminder. That was all. Chris couldn't help but laugh at himself for reacting like this to as simple statement made to answer a simple question. He laughed again. Why am I acting like this? I'm supposed to be over this, moving on. But he knew he couldn't. He couldn't move on. He was never able to with those occasional nightmares. Except those occasional nightmares were just the ones that Wyatt knew about. Chris's nightmares were constant…

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Wyatt gently shook his little brother again, his baby brother, the most important person left in his life. Chris's eyes were slightly glazed over, a stupefied expression plastered on his face ever since the twins had exited the building. In the back of his mind, Wyatt worried that maybe sending off his two 16 year olds from the future into present day San Francisco wasn't the brightest idea in the world, but he'd deal with that later.

"Chris…" Wyatt whispered.

Every seemingly forced laugh that came out of the younger Halliwell's throat caused a shock of pain to roll through Wyatt's body. It hurt him, seeing his brother so sad, so lost. Yet, as worried and concerned as he was, he could only partly understand.

The subject of their parents had been a touchy one ever since, even for Wyatt himself. But he had somewhat moved on, knowing that what happened happened for a reason and all he could do was try to make the next day better for the world, for himself, and for Chris. However, he knew there was a part to this puzzle missing. Chris was holding something back. Something Wyatt wanted to know. Something he desperately needed to know.

The nightmares. Wyatt had known of a few of Chris's nightly mishaps, but had taken them for feverish dreams due to the stress of everything that had been going on. A normal phase. But what if it's more than just that? He knew how Chris had been lucky enough (or unlucky, depending on how you looked at it) to have been bequeathed with the powers of premonition and empathy, much like his aunt Phoebe. Somehow, if his dreams were connected…if his nightmares were more than just nightmares… A realization slowly crept into Wyatt's mind. I should have known, he thought to himself, throwing the idea around.

"Chris," Wyatt said again, this time a little more forcibly. He shook his brother a little harder, finally pulling him out of the abyss he had seemingly fallen into. Chris looked up at Wyatt, his darkened eyes making contact, but it was too hard to hold as they began to tremble on the brink of watering. He broke off abruptly, stepped out of his brother's grip and looked down to the side, laughing sheepishly again. Wyatt could barely stand his brother's sorrow, his own brown eyes on the verge of tears of desperation, of longing to understand.

"Chris why won't you-"

"No…. I… I can't Wyatt," Chris muttered, almost inaudibly. Wyatt took a step towards his younger brother, but was greeted with a quick shuffle backwards. Chris looked up at his older brother, and noticed his hurt expression. He turned away again. It was too hard for him to look at Wyatt without wanting to spill his soul and to just explain everything. But he couldn't.

It was hard for him to explain why he couldn't just divulge these broiling emotions to the one person he trusted the most. I've just… kept it inside for too long…he thought, trying to understand himself. But he knew, partly, that it had to do with facing the reality of it. If all his fears were spoken, made real, it would mean that his parents really were dead, never to reappear. Well, what made you think that they would? The sarcastic edge came as a shock to even himself.

"What's wrong with me…" Chris wondered out loud. The words came as a surprise to Wyatt, who was taken aback for a second.

"Chris…" It seemed to be the only thing that he could say at the moment. He was about to try taking a step towards him again, but refrained from doing so, afraid of the steps backwards his younger sibling might take.

Chris looked back up into his brother's eyes. Today seemed to be the day for looking back and forth between eyes and floors, he jokingly mused. He sighed softly, knowing that he had to say something. No. Knowing that he wanted to say something, anything to keep from himself from blowing up or being consumed entirely.

"It's…" he started shakily as Wyatt gazed intently and discernibly into his soul. As if reading his older brother's mind, he completed the short statement with, "the nightmares."

Wyatt shut his eyes, scrunching up his eyebrows. I knew it, he grumbled inwardly. I should have known… I should have known…But as Chris's voice continued, his eyes flew back open.

"They won't stop, Wyatt! They just keep coming back… and they're there every night…" Chris was having a hard time keeping his voice from cracking. The words had broken free and he was finding it difficult to stop the flow.

"Every night… every night I have to see them go, and I can't… I can't do… I can't-" It was too much. The tone of his voice was shrill and trembling as he tried to keep everything from escaping. I can't do anything about it. The words flashed through his mind and his efforts became futile as the tears broke free, trails of despair beginning to stain his cheek.

Wyatt stood there, stunned. Words failed him. It wasn't long before the droplets forming at the corners of his eyes began to fall unnoticed. Forgetting his earlier inhibitions, he stepped forward towards his baby brother, wrapping his arms around him and hugging him tight. Chris could only fall into his brother's protective grasp as his tears continued their silent journey.

Wyatt placed his chin atop of Chris's head, one hand softly stroking the back of his brother's tussled hair. He closed his eyes and listened to him cry.

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Oh no… he's sad now guys! Ah…. Hope you guys enjoyed it! I tried to deal with the situation in the best way possible without it seeming too forced. Tell me how it went in… dun dun dun REVIEWS! Haha I love em. Honestly. I admit it. I'm addicted.

-J.