Okay, I know I forgot to mention this stuff last time so here I go: I, unfortunately don't own Charmed or any of those characters. This fan fic is as close as I'm gonna get to having any of it. .(Especially a certain Mr. Christopher Perry Halliwell.(Or drew Fuller for that fact)) :(
I also wanna thank those of you who reviewed...
Sugarbox- You'll have to wait and see...
deranged black kitten of doom- Stopped because of a severe case of writer's block(nasty business that!)
Chapter two...
The blood spilled over his hands as he fell to his knees.
"What the hell is happening to me?" He asked the empty air, hoping that some one would have the answers as to why he felt like he was going to die.
Phoebe whirred around and saw her nephew fall to his knees. Having heard the scream, Wyatt scrambled out of the backdoor of the jeep and ran to his Aunt. He could feel the panic inside him rising.
"What the hell is going on Phoebe? Where's Chris?" He asked.
Silently she pointed to the gravesite where they'd buried Piper. There knelt his brother, doubled over his head touching the soft earth underneath him. Now he knew that something was seriously wrong.
He started to run for his brother when he was caught by a strong pair of arms pulling him back, preventing him from getting anywhere near Chris. He struggled, in hindsight probably not as not as hard as he could of but he tried, those arms were just so strong.
"Just wait Wyatt," his father said softly, "Just wait."
Wyatt's mind was racing, what the hell was going on? Chris could be dying over there, how could they just leave him there? Something was very wrong, he could feel it. Why was his father preventing him from going to his brother's side? Why weren't his father, aunts and uncles even attempting to go to him?
"NO! Let me go!" Wyatt's struggle against his father intensified, "CHRIS!"
Leo's arms tightened their grip around his eldest son's waist. He wasn't going to get Chris out of this one, he couldn't, not this time. This time he had to go it alone. Chris was strong enough to look after himself, after all, he was his mother's son. No matter how he tried to rationalise his actions, or inaction's towards his youngest son, he could feel it tearing him up inside.
"He'll be okay" he muttered, not exactly sure who he was trying to convince.
The world, Chris felt, was falling down around his ears. Tears were stinging his eyes as he lifted his head from the ground to look at his mother's headstone. Fear, anger and sadness filled the young witch's being.
"You left me, you just went and abandoned me," he growled at the headstone, "And now they have too."
The rain began to pelt down again, drenching everyone whom remained out in the open. Thunder roared and lightning crackled across the sky.
As the storm intensified so did both the power and pain inside of the youngest Halliwell. He could feel the lightning and the thunder inside him as the storm spread over all of San Fransisco. He was dying, he knew that, and the way things were going there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it which was a pity; because he, at the moment desperately wanted to stay alive.
"Help me, "he whispered, "please."
The rest of the family stood watching the boy in silence, all bar one made no attempt to go to his aide. Out of nowhere a blinding column of white light shot down from the darkened sky and engulfed the young witch. The whole cemetery was still except for Wyatt's cries for his little brother.
"CHRIS! Oh god, CHRIS!" the boy screamed, he wouldn't, couldn't lose his little brother. If he lost his brother today those who stood in his way would pay severely.
"CHRIS!" his brother screamed again, "Dad let me the fuck go!"
It seemed an age before the white light began to disappear, to say Wyatt was mad with his family would be an understatement, he was damn well furious but luckily his fear for his little brother was overriding it.
When the light had completely dissipated the family saw Chris rising shakily to his feet. The rain stopped when Chris's eyes fell on his brother, he started to take slow deliberate steps toward him. As he did so Wyatt felt his father's grip around his waist loosen so he broke free and made a break for his little brother.
The younger Halliwell, as his last reserve of strength began to falter staggered a few meters before falling face down on the ground. Wyatt skidded to a halt and dropped to his knees beside his brother.
"Chris?" Wyatt asked, the panic evident in his voice as he shook his little brother, "come on, come on!"
He rolled Chris onto his back, "Chris, can you hear me?" He let out an astonished gasp as he registered the red stains all the way down Chris' face and over his chin.
"Chris. Chris please, Wyatt begged, "say something, anything..."
Suddenly his eyes fluttered open and his head turned toward the source of the voice. " Hey." he muttered weakly.
The older boy gathered his brother into his arms, holding him close he whispered, "I don't know what I would do if I lost you Chris." Despite Wyatt's plans for Christopher the sentiment behind those words were wholly real. They were brothers, nothing could change that, ever. Wyatt, totally absorbed with thoughts of his brother, didn't notice their father or aunt's presence until Leo spoke.
"Is he okay?" He asked, worried about his youngest son's welfare.
Holding Chris in his arms Wyatt stood up and stared at his father, his crystal blue eyes piercing their way into Leo's soul and radiating his anger.
"Why do you care father? It's not like he's mattered to you before now. Isn't that why you didn't want me up here before, why you held me back in the first place?" he asked accusingly.
"Wyatt, he's my son, of course I care."
"No you don't! If you cared about him you would have been there for his birthdays, actually acknowledged his presence when you came down from 'up there'. And not orbing away every time he tried to talk to you!"
"Wyatt that's not fair!"
"Neither is your ignoring him!"
"Wyatt..." Phoebe tried to say something in order to stop the fight before it got to far out of hand. Although she sort of knew Wyatt was right, Leo did play favourites.
"We'll see you at home." Wyatt said icily.
"He needs heeling Wyatt." Leo said, stating the blatantly obvious.
"Well duh! Thank you captain obvious!" Wyatt snapped sarcastically. Although he was smiling inwardly at how much he sounded like his little brother.
Chris stirred in Wyatt's arms, "Wyatt." He mumbled.
"Yeah, I'm still here kiddo."
"It hurts... bad."
"Shhh... It's okay, go back to sleep, I got you, you're safe now." He soothed. A weary Chris nodded into his brother's shoulder and promptly slipped back into unconsciousness.
"He needs heeling." Leo said firmly, trying to appeal to Wyatt's rational side. It wasn't working.
"It's not like we need you Leo, I'll do it. See you at home, that is, if the elders can spare you." He said icily. The twice blessed orbed out with his little brother before waiting for a response.
