I thought that I would post two chapters since you've all been so patient! This chapter was actually a lot of fun to write (I love Charles) but it's really cliche lol. Remember to R/R!

Charles 1927

A 10 year old boy sat at his piano and began to play a beautifully sad ballad. It was for his brother Timmy who had died five days before. This thought made the boy's icy blue eyes fill with tears but he continued to play.

He was the eldest of the Winchester children and the musician, Charles Emerson the Third. Timothy (God rest his soul) was the middle child at six years old and an aspiring surgeon (or so their father had decided) and sweet little Honoria was the youngest at only three years old. She was to marry a rich man and have many children.

As he continued to play Charles remembered how Timmy used to sit in front of the piano and listen to Charles play for hours on end. He used to encourage his brother to take it up professionally.

'Charlie, you are going to a great peenist one day like Mozart and that Beet-haven guy.'

Charles chuckled at Timmy and stopped playing.

Timmy looked at his brother with wide green eyes. 'Why did you stop for?'

Charles shrugged. 'I'm getting a little tired.' An idea struck the eldest Winchester. 'Would you like me to teach you to play?'

Timmy's face lit up. 'Yes please!' He practically leapt onto the seat next to Charles and plinked playfully at the keys. 'What are you gonna teach me first?'

The nine- year-old thought for a second before answering. 'How about we start with something simple, like Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?'

The five year old nodded and watched as Charles showed him the correct keys.

Charles stopped playing to wipe a tear that had made its way down his cheek.

'Charles, would you please come in here a minute?'

Charles paused in the hallway outside the drawing room where his parents were seated. He wandered into the room silently.

'Yes father?'

Charles Winchester the Second was a rather tall balding man with dark eyes and a pipe hanging out of his mouth. Charles respected his father and dared not cross him.

'Come here and sit down son.' Winchester motioned to a large leather chair which Charles sat in obediently.

Winchester was silent for such a long while that Charles began to wonder if he had forgotten what he had wanted to say.

Charles's mother Hester cleared her throat. 'Perhaps I should tell him Charles?'

Winchester shook his head. 'No Hester, I will.' He turned to Charles. 'Son,'

Does he ever call me by my name? Thought Charles.

'In light of recent circumstances,'

Timmy's death, why can't you say it dad?

'I, that is, your mother and I have decided that you must become a surgeon and give up the piano.'

Charles's jaw dropped. 'Pardon?'

Hester hastily cut in. 'We don't mean forever. We just don't think you should make a career out of it.'

Charles frowned. 'But you didn't care before!'

Winchester removed the pipe from his mouth. 'That was before Timothy passed away. Now you must become what he no longer can.'

Charles couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had been playing piano for six years and for five of those years he had dreamt of becoming a concert pianist, not a…surgeon. It was so unfair. Charles protested even though he knew he would get in trouble.

'But I want to be a concert pianist father! Timmy was the surgeon, not I!'

Winchester was beginning to lose patience. 'We will allow you to play the piano but only as a leisurely activity. If you protest, I will remove it from the premises. Do you understand?'

Charles was outraged but he nodded and left the drawing room without waiting to be dismissed. He headed towards the lounge room where the piano was kept. The 10 year old sat at the piano and prepared to play but the thought of never being able to make a career of this hit Charles hard and he slammed the piano lid shut and stormed off towards his room.

Charles fulfilled his father's wishes and worked hard to get into Harvard where he practised medicine. He even found that he was exceptionally good at surgery but all Charles really wanted to do was play the piano. If it weren't for Timmy's death…maybe he could have.

Well there you go, the great Charles Emerson Winchester the Third never wanted to be a surgeon bum bum buuuum! Ahem sorry lol. Please review.

Next chapter...Margaret!