AN: puts on an evil grin What will I do next…? I've surprised my self even, specially the latest chapter was completely random. But well, I liked it. And I hope that all of you behind the screen will continue reading!
Disclaimer: God only knows how much I wanna own them! But I don't. Maybe I'll win the lottery and buy them…? How 'bout that? No? Fine…
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Chapter ten: The Miracle of DyingA week. Seven whole days… and Chris hadn't woken up. They had took him into the Magic School where few Elders checked him out only to tell Wyatt that he was in coma. Magical coma, to be exact, so the hospital was out of question. But Wyatt didn't care. As long as someone took care of the fact that his baby brother's body did not dry out or something, he was just gonna focus on waking him up.
The room that Chris was in was so much more comfortable than an actual hospital room. Some of the machines where actually quite the same but the walls weren't white and the big, soft bed was made of dark room. If Wyatt had paid more attention to it, he would have seen the magical symbols… But he didn't pay attention at all.
"You know, Chris, that I can't go home with you like this? I mean… Gosh, would Mom kill me or what?" Wyatt said. He had tried everything. He had tried to talk casually, he had tried to make jokes, he had tried begging. Now he was trying to make Chris feel guilty. A dirty tactic, yes, but Wyatt didn't know what else to do.
"And I sure can't kill the baby if you're sleeping. First of all, I was hoping you could do the dirty work and second of all, you ARE the brains of us two, just like the baby said. So if you don't wake up, the world won't be saved and you have only yourself to blame if your nightmares come true!" Chris just lied still. He didn't give any sign that he had heard Wyatt.
Wyatt sighed in frustration. "You know, Topher", he said, using Chris's very old nickname. "I really think that you should wake up… you can't stay like this forever, right? How are you planning to become a doctor if you just sleep there? It's been a week already. Come on just open those green eyes of yours so we can kill that thing and go back to our own time. You have homework to do!"
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Wyatt sighed again, got up from the chair that he was sitting on and started to walk back and forward, mumbling curses to higher powers. What was the point of being the most powerful thing on the Earth (at least for now) if he couldn't wake his own brother from coma? After few minutes Wyatt stopped walking and sat on the edge of Chris's bed. "Just wake up…" he whispered and took Chris's hand. Little did he know that Chris was making a plan so when he woke up, he could actually go home and finish his homework.
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"Okay, that has got be the stupidest plan I've ever heard!" Chris said.
"Maybe, but it's the only one we've got. And even if it might sound stupid, you have to admit that it is quite good", Chris said. Chris didn't look very convinced. He had been in this too quiet place for a week now and they had made a plan that actually made sense. But it was still stupid.
"How in the world am I suppose to get into Paige's head? And God only knows what's in there!" Chris said, thinking about the cute actors his aunt always talked about.
"Very funny, nice guy", Chris said. "And it's simple, really. I mean, you're in coma so practically you're sleeping. So that makes this… kind of dream, except that it's true. But anyway, you can do whatever you want in dreams, right. So you just dream yourself the power to blow up and then you dream yourself to enter Paige's dream. It's as simple as that."
"And you think that the baby can be killed in Paige's dream?"
"You want to become a doctor, right?" Chris asked. Chris nodded, a little confused. "So let's talk biology. That baby, it barely has limbs! It might react if it senses that someone's planning to kill it, but if someone said: I'm gonna enter you Mom's dream and blow you up from the inside, it won't understand. It is a just an unborn child!"
Chris shrugged. "One powerful unborn child…" he mumbled.
"Yeah, well. Once you get rid of it, t won't bother you anymore. And then I can let you orb home."
"Great", Chris said unenthusiastically, but meaning it. During this last week he had noticed that Chris only talked about the plan. Chris had tried to start up a conversation about something else for several times, but never got anything in return. When Chris had asked why he died out of his time, Chris had been quiet for hours, not saying anything, even about the plan. Somehow, Chris had a strong feeling that it got something to with the thing that his parent's were hiding.
"So when do I start dreaming?" Chris asked, keeping his mind on the subject.
"Once Paige falls", Chris answered. "Which should be any minute now."
"How do you know?"
"One of the good sides about being dead", Chris said simply.
"You said that we were gonna contact people. It has only been us", Chris said, suddenly remembering what Chris had said when he first arrived here.
"I have contacted people. They are gonna make sure that once the baby leaves Paige's body, Paige is gonna be fine and the baby doesn't get a chance to go into anyone else. I know, it sounds impossible and gross", Chris admitted. "But it might happen."
"Okay…" Chris said. There was a quiet moment between them, as they both sank into their own thoughts.
"It's time. Paige's asleep. Now. Close you eyes and concentrate. You'll get the right power and then you'll slip into Paige's dream", Chris guided.
Chris took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Soon he felt like something huge went through his veins and he could feel himself glowing.
"Good. Now the second part. Just think about it hard enough. Go!"
Chris took another deep breath. World around him started to swing. He didn't open his eyes before he knew it had stopped. Then he slowly opened his eyes and looked around. It was dark… Chris saw nothing but blackness. "Wow, the baby really is evil", said to himself.
"So you came here just to insult me. I'm hurt."
Chris turned around and found himself face to face with a boy, slightly older than him. "So is that how you're gonna look like if we let you grow up?" he asked.
"Maybe. This is a mix-up of mine and my mother's dreams. After all, I can control your body if I want to. So, are you here to do something else but to ask me stupid questions and shoot insults that have no affect?"
"Yes. I came to kill you", Chris said, smile appearing on his face.
"How?" The baby, or the boy, whatever, was clearly confused. Chris's smile grew wider.
"I'm dreaming, too, you know. I can do almost whatever I want." Chris rose his hand and blew the boy up. He re-appeared, which was not very surprising, but he was bleeding and he was clearly shaken up.
"That is not gonna stop me!" he said weakly. He sent a fireball towards Chris but Chris blew it up, too. He blew the boy up five times in a row, 'til he wasn't able to stand up anymore.
"I don't get it… How…?"
"You can't understand it. You don't have brains to it. But this is real, you're dying, you won't have a chance to kill my family", Chris said. The boy smiled weakly.
"That would have been fun…" he whispered.
"Maybe for you." Chris kneeled down so he could make an eye contact with the boy. "But I have a problem with that."
It came unexpectedly. The boy made an fire ball and just put his hand on Chris's chest. Chris cried out in pain and fell backwards. He looked from the large wound to the boy, who was now clearly dead. "I did it", Chris thought, before he slipped into blackness himself.
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"Chris?" Wyatt, who had fallen asleep in his chair, woke up when Chris suddenly cried out in pain. His eyes grew wide when he saw the large, bleeding wound in his chest. "How in the hell…? DAD!"
Leo orbed in before Wyatt had even started to heal Chris himself. "Oh my God? What happened?" he asked as he put his hands on Chris's chest.
"I… I don't know…" Wyatt answered. He had his hands on Chris's chest, too. Suddenly Chris jerked up, breathing heavily, sweating, and blood coming out of his mouth. He looked from his Dad to Wyatt and then whispered:
"I'm sorry…" And as quickly as he had got up, he fell back down on his pillows and stopped breathing.
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Paige was crying. She had seen what had happened in the dream. She knew her baby was dead, she knew that Chris was seriously injured. And that just made her cry even more. How could this happen? How… How!
"Paige? What's wrong?" Piper entered the room. She had a glass of warm milk in her hands. She had made it just in case Paige would be awake when she went to check on her.
Paige looked at her big sister. How could she tell her. Piper had barely visited Chris in Magic School. She got so upset every time she saw him lying in that bed. She just couldn't stand it.
"The baby is dead… Chris vanquished him…" Paige said quietly through his tears.
"What… Chris? How do you know that?"
"How could I not! And now Chris is… Chris is… Oh my God…!" Paige started sobbing while Piper looked at her, shock and grief flashing in her eyes.
"No…" she whispered. She dropped the glass of milk and ran out of the room. "LEO!" She had to get to the Magic school, she had to get there now. She went to the nursery, hoping to find Leo there since he wasn't in bed but he wasn't there either. Then it hit her: Leo was already there… And he couldn't come to get her. Not yet…
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"Chris! No… NO! Chris wake up, you can't do this do me! Wake up! WAKE UP!"
Chris watched the scene like it was a movie. Wyatt shaking him, not very gently and Leo just standing there, his face pale and tears slowly coming down on his cheeks.
"Huh… So this is the second time I die in Dad's arms…" Chris, who had appeared next to Chris, said.
"I'm dead? But I thought…"
"Yeah, so did I. I didn't count on this, trust me. You were suppose to be okay."
Chris looked back to the scene. Wyatt had stopped shaking and cried now quietly into his hands. Chris's stomach felt like in the Roller coaster back in Disneyland. Wyatt never cried, never. But now he did… And so did Leo. They both looked so broken.
"You know, when I went back in time, I wasn't very close with Dad. In fact, we hated each other." Chris looked at the other, confused.
"Yeah, I didn't tell them who I was and I… did few things that really didn't make them trust me. Anyway… Eventually, of course, they found out who I was. And when Dad did… he started to make and effort to uh… well, to build a relationship. I had issues with my version of Leo, BIG issues, but I finally started realise that he had nothing to do with them. We became… as close as we could. I started to call him dad instead of Leo. And then, out of the blue, I was killed by one of his best friends. And I died in his arms. He couldn't heal me."
Chris looked from Chris back to Leo. Oh my god… he thought. Oh my dear god…
"You do realise I can't let that happen again, right?"
"What do you mean? What can you possibly do to stop it?"
"What's the point of being a dead half whitelighter if you can't even stop yourself from dying again?" Chris said, making absolutely no sense. "When you go back home, orb from the attic and you end up back in your room. This didn't take as long as I thought so your parents should be quite happy."
Chris nodded, still not knowing how Chris was gonna make him wake up. "Take my hand." Chris obeyed and suddenly he felt like someone pulled him up from cold water.
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AN: Okay, so the next chapter will be the last one. I hoped you liked this one. It wasn't suppose to be this long but well… It became this long anyway.
I try to write the last chapter later today and send it as soon as I can.
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