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Chapter four…
Leo stayed with Chris until he fell asleep. Once the dark haired Halliwell was asleep the Elder placed a hand on his forehead and noted that the fever was quite high. He summoned a thermometer and easing it ever so gently into Chris' mouth he waited a few minutes before taking it out. Looking at it he saw that his temperature was at least 42C, maybe Piper was right he could be having a reaction to the magic; he'd have to consult the other Elders before jumping to conclusions.
"Sleep tight kiddo." He dropped a kiss on his son's forehead, "You're going to be okay, I promise."
Chris' sleep was not at all an easy one.
The dream: The demon grabbed him by the arms, claws digging in so deep he'd begun to bleed. It was forcing him to watch Wyatt kill his Aunt.
The blond turned and smiled at his dark haired brother, "You enjoying yourself Chris?'
"Wyatt let her go, please. I'll do what ever you want, just let Phoebe go."
"No Christopher, I'm sorry but that's to little too late."
"Wyatt it's what you've been wanting!"
"Chris don't do it." Phoebe croaked. Wyatt threw her into the wall and walked over to Chris.
Standing before his trapped brother he murmured, "Would you bow before me little brother? Before the Source?"
"Chris no!" Phoebe pleaded in the background.
"Will you let her go? Not hurt her?"
He nodded.
Chris looked at his Aunt and then looked into his brother's eyes. Wyatt nodded to the demon it let the exhausted teen go. Wyatt looked at his kid brother expectantly.
"Well?"
He glanced at his Aunt, "I'm sorry Phoebe."
Chris looked squarely into his brother's eyes and in the ultimate gesture of humility he dropped first to his left knee and then completely to the floor, his forehead touching the cold attic floorboards.
"I'm sorry Chris but you need to learn that you can't just up and leave me. She dies." He said with an air of finality. "Now remain exactly as you are, this is one I don't want you to see."
He raised his head, unshed tears brimming in his eyes, "Big brother." His voice quivered, "Wyatt, please." Tears began to fall from his eyes as Wyatt refused to turn and look at him. "WYATT!" He screamed, "WYATT LOOK AT ME!" He struggled to his feet. The dark haired witch reached over and grabbed his brother by the shoulder, walking around so that the two teens were face to face.
"You don't have to do this Wyatt. Stay with me."
Wyatt pushed him away and he fell into his Aunt, rolling over to face her and protect her from any more of Wyatt's onslaught he whispered, "One way or another I'm going to get you out of here, I promise."
"Chris don't do anything stupid."
He grinned wryly, "Stupid is my middle name."
"Christopher." Wyatt's younger brother paled, he knew that he only said his full name when he was going to get it. "Chris," he said a little softer, "Get up."
"Get ready." He whispered to his Aunt. Just as he touched her shoulder she got a premonition of her death. She watched as her vision played out in reality.
Chris stood up and waited to face the music. Wyatt stared at him and despite his best efforts he smiled he could see the strength inside the soul of the sixteen-year-old, he knew he was fighting because he was scared and he wanted to protect his family. Wyatt also knew that beyond anything, all Chris really wanted was his older brother back.
But the two of them had to learn that no matter how powerful they were no one ever gets what they want.
"Chris…." He started, before he had a chance to speak three demons shimmered in. The dark lighter without wasting any time shot Chris, the tall black demon hit Phoebe with a fireball as she reached for her nephew. She didn't scream as she died, he'd seen so much pain she wasn't going to add her screams to his nightmares.
Wyatt screamed his brother's name, the demon seer walked over taking the Source's arm she said, "My Lord it is time we left."
"But Chris…" Wyatt said his voice tainted with fear.
"He will be fine, the resistance scouts will be here any minute and if they find you here with them like that lord knows what they'll do."
He began to walk to his brother, she reached for his arm and the source ripped it away. "NO!" He knelt down beside his brother, "It wasn't me Chris, I swear to you this wasn't me. I'd never…"
"It's okay Wy, stay with me, please." He murmured, rapidly losing consciousness, "I don't want to die Wyatt."
"I want to stay little brother but I can't." He dropped a package beside him, "This belongs to you now little brother." The Source ruffled his hair. "You'll be okay."
Chris passed out before he heard his brother whisper, "Love you."
"Chris, Chris." Phoebe called gently her sister called her over Chris had been having a nightmare and had been screaming for her. She smiled softly as his eyes fluttered open.
"Aunt Phoebe?" He asked sleepily.
"Yeah sweetie, I'm here."
He shot up and hugged her "You're alive? You didn't get killed?"
"Sweetie you were having a nightmare. It didn't happen."
"It felt so real, I don't get it."
She hugged him tighter his Aunt could feel the heat from him and noticed he was shaking like crazy. He pulled away and slid back down into bed, he smiled brightly, "I'm glad you're okay Aunt P." She smiled back and laughingly replied, "Yeah I am too."
"Tell the ladies in the corner they don't need to worry about me, I'll be okay."
Phoebe turned around looking into the corner she couldn't see anyone. "Chris honey there's no one there."
"They just don't want you to see them." He murmured as he fell asleep.