Thanks again for the reviews guys! I feel like a broken record saying that every time, but thanks honestly. Moving on, sorry for the slooow update. I've been quite busy these past few weeks with some classes and stuff and it may be a bit longer till my next one too since I'll be out of town for a few weeks. But who knows, maybe I'll find some inspiration to write while I'm somewhere across the world…. Continuing on….

cdfe88: The main focus? laughs nervously Okay so I had something in mind but the twins just had to go and ruin everything. cough Haha, but no worries. Trust me, it'll be moving towards the main plot soon after I get all my… um… "ideas" under control, which might take a while… oh well, we can just pretend that it's a collection of short stories that seem to relate to one another sequentially. Haha, I kid I kid… I hope.

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Forbearance

Wyatt sat half-asleep in a chair pulled in from the kitchen, sleepily watching Chris through dropping eyelids. He glanced over at the clock and sighed. 2:00. What a half-day it's been, he sighed again, rubbing his left hand across his eyes. Sunlight was still pouring in through Chris's half-shut window blinds, the thin rays falling softly onto his dozing figure. He groaned softly and turned over, laying on his left side and facing his older brother.

Running his fingers through his untamed hair, Wyatt leaned back, returning to the events of the past hour or so….

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Chris's sobs began to lessen as he wiped his tears across his brother's sleeve. Wyatt, still holding him tightly, felt his little bro stirring and moving out of his firm grasp. He opened his eyes and felt a sudden sharp pain inside of him as his gaze fell upon Chris's tear stained face. The younger Halliwell stepped back and sat down. Placing his head in his hands, he let out a soft growl, noticeably shaking his head back and forth.

"God," he muttered. Wyatt wondered hopelessly what was going through his younger sibling's mind and continued playing the protective older brother role.

"Chris? You feeling okay?" It seemed to be an incredibly stupid thing to ask at the moment, but it was the only thing that Wyatt could come up with. He pulled up the other chair and turned to face Chris. The one in question looked up, his eyes slightly red and swollen.

"I just don't know what to do, Wy… I just don't know what to do…" He said, groaning agitatedly. "Here I was, ready to start another day when in comes these two interesting 'sons' of yours looking for… mom and dad… and suddenly, I'm faced with all this confusion. And now, looking back, it doesn't even seem like much of a big deal…like I'm making more out of something basically meaningless."

Wyatt just shook his head, staring straight into his brother's eyes.

"You know, if it makes you feel that way, then it is a big deal." He stopped abruptly at the end of his sentence, realizing how cliché and 'motherly' his statement had been. Chris looked at him quizzically, and couldn't help but break into a slight grin.

"Right, Wy." Wyatt had to smile at the sight of his younger brother's small sign of cheerfulness.

"Anyway… I need to lie down for a bit, alright?" Chris stated, getting up and walking towards his bedroom. His brother wasn't as ready to let him go.

"But wait, Chris, what-"

"I just need to think about this, Wy," Chris said, cutting him off. He turned around to look at him. "And… thanks bro." He stepped into his room and simply fell onto his bed face first.

Wyatt was slightly stunned at these last few words, his insides a mixture of different emotions. He couldn't help but feel a bit of a growing disappointment. He had taken two steps forward and one step back in understanding the mess that his brother was in. Oh well, it's something, he said silently. He stood up and looked around the room. What on Earth was going on?

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He had thought about going and retrieving his sons, seeing as how they had left a good three or four hours ago, but then decided to wait for Chris to wake up first and enlisting his company in getting them. So here he sat, patiently, albeit a bit tiredly, watching his brother sleep. At least he looks peaceful, Wyatt thought consolably. Unfortunately, his optimistic view was shortly shattered as Chris's breath began to come in short bursts, his chest heaving up and down.

"Oh, Jesus… not now," Wyatt mumbled as he got up and moved towards the bed.

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He was running, running like always. Please, no… not again, Chris thought desperately. But he then realized that something was different. This wasn't like his regular nightmares that he had developed a special hatred towards. He commanded his legs to stop their movement and casually took in his surroundings.

He was standing in the midst of a monochromatic splendor. A concrete trail stretched out in front of him, bordered by towering oaks, swaying slightly in the wind, the afternoon sunlight shining through their branches. The Golden Gate bridge loomed majestically in the distance.

"Wait a minute, I know where this is…" Chris mumbled aloud. He was standing in the Golden Gate National Park, a common destination for summertime merriment in his past years. But why am I here…? Realization dawned upon him as he suddenly felt the familiarity of having a premonition, but this time it seemed so much more real; he had control over his own motions.

"It's like a dream…" He uttered the words soundlessly. Without warning, out of the corner of his eyes and a few yards down the path, he saw something fly out of the brush, crashing into a thick oak on the other side of the trail. He turned towards the figure and stopped.

"Rainy?" His words were inaudible as he snapped out of his hesitation and began running towards his fallen nephew. Out of the mass of trees, another figure appeared. Mike ran over to his unconscious brother's side, a look of desperation and fear evident in his eyes. Chris's head spun to the right as a series of footsteps rang out from the woods. He slid to a stop as a two hooded figures, appearing to be demons, stepped out in front of him. The one on the right quickly formed an energy ball and fiercely threw it at the twins.

"Mikey!" Chris yelled out, but he knew he couldn't hear him. He tried rushing forward, but his feet were glued to the ground. Panic struck him as he realized that all he could do was witness his nephews' impending doom.

Mike's head snapped up towards the incoming energy ball and threw his left hand up, freezing the demon's weapon in mid air. Holding his brother in his right arm and with eyes brimming with tears of anger, he threw his arm out towards the demons, telekinetically sending them flying backwards towards Chris. The stunned uncle had only enough time to hold his arms up in front of him for protection before the hooded beings collided into him. At impact, it felt as though he was being pushed through a portal, a stretching, pulling sensation that caused him to spiral downwards. He opened his eyes and found himself staring back into Wyatt's.

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Chris sat up in his bed and groaned, rolling his eyes at the similarity of the situation to just that morning.

"Chris?" Wyatt asked, cautiously. Chris was growing slightly agitated by the constant repetition of his name and waved his brother off.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm-" His eyes grew wide as he remembered the dream, or rather premonition, he has just witnessed. He jumped up and grabbed Wyatt by the arm, who seemed slightly bewildered at Chris's sudden sense of urgency.

"It's Rainy and Mikey! We gotta go!"

"Wait, What!" Before Wyatt could get a proper response, they had disappeared in a swirl of blue and white lights.

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Wow… just… Sorry guys, I can't get over how badly written that was. For some reason, I cant get into the gist of things and everything seems sooo roughly put together… and I know it was shorter than usual. Well, rest assured, I will be going back at the end and revising everything to sound and read much much better. I'll be planning these next few weeks so the future chapters should flow more nicely. Hope you guys somewhat enjoyed it, even though I'll understand if you didn't. Reviews reviews reviews! Make me feel better about myself! Hahaha, I'd say I'm kidding, but then I'd be on the edge of lying.

-J.