Invisible

Authors note: Ok so at the mo I'm not sure how to write the final chapter of Blood Strangers, because my brain hurts and I need re charge my creative batteries. So I'm writing this one shot, which has been swimming around in the swap I call a brain for months now.

This fic has nothing to with my other story. Hope you enjoy;) Smiles

When I was younger I thought that I had the power to make myself invisible!

No matter how hard I tried I could never get my father to notice me.

For the first six years of my life I wondered whether he could see me at all.

I remember once asking my mother whether it was one of my new powers, because daddy never saw me. No matter what I did.

It wasn't like I ever wanted to be a Daddy's boy like my brother Wyatt was. But just once I would have given anything to have had my father's undivided attention.

"I'm sorry Chris I just don't have the time," That seemed to be his favourite phase "I'll make it up to you later. I promise,"

Broken promises. That's all I have to remember him by.

Sometimes even now I pretend I'm invisible. Back then no matter how many times mom told me that I could be seen I used to pretend that my dad was under a spell or that I was tricking him with my cool new power. It was better than the truth. Because the truth hurt too much.

But now that I'm here in the past, I'd give anything to take back those childhood wishes I made at night. I'd give anything to be invisible again. For my father not to notice me.

Auntie Paige used to orb me up here to the bridge when I was too young to do it myself, before I had learnt to control my orbing powers. Dad never brought me up here. This was mine and Auntie Paige's place, she'd bring me here when Dad was busy spending time with Wyatt.

Later as I got older and Auntie Paige had her own children and life got in the way, it became just my place. I'd come up here to get away from everyone and everything. I came up here the day of my mother's funeral. Another day in my life, that to my father, I would remain unseen. He had never known of this place, this was my place. It wasn't like he'd ever bother to sense for me, so this place was secret. Until I came here. Until he found out whom I really was. It's a funny feeling, being noticed by your parent for the first time.

Isn't that something that usually happens just after your born, the first time your father holds you?

I don't ever remember him holding me. I just remember him holding Wyatt. Hugging him when he was hurt or upset. Lifting him high in the air and carrying him on his shoulders. Telling him he was the tallest boy in the world. I wanted to be the tallest boy in the world! Even if it was just for five minuets.

I wanted to be my brother.

I wanted to be Wyatt.

Because Wyatt wasn't invisible! Wyatt had the power to be seen.

I hear the familiar sound of orbs settling down beside me.

"Can we talk?" he asks.

"There is nothing to talk about," I tell him, my voice close to breaking.

"I think there is," I here him explain "Chris you're my son. I think I deserve to know what I've done that's so bad,"

I close my eyes briefly as they sting with holding back the tears. "You were never there for me," I tell him. "You were there for everybody else. Mom. Wyatt. Half the world. But you were never there for me,"

"So maybe you didn't just come back so save Wyatt. Maybe you came back to save us to,"

I can see the hope dance across his eyes. The same hope that used to dance across mine whenever he'd enter a room. And just as it quickly as it would disappear from mine, it would disappear from his with the help of three little words.

"I doubt it!"

As I leave the place that I once called my safe haven I realise something.

I'm not invisible anymore.