Hi all! It's been a while since an author note so i though i would say hi. I wanna thank all you lovely people who reviewed and i also thought i should mention, after many requests, i changed the review settings so i think it'll accept anon reviews. Now to answer a couple of questions...
Hanu-demoness-I'm not overly sure which future it is but i'm leaning towards the original one, not sure so when i know you'll know... And thanks for the nice review!
Icantthinkofanick- Thank you! It is kind of a crummy power sometimes i guess.
And for ppl who are wondering about the end of chapter 4... the argument is really a continuation of Wyatt's crankiness in chapter 2.
Chapter five…
"I'm an empath you idiot." He said, voice barely above a whisper.
"What?" Leo asked, "Why didn't anyone tell me you had new powers?"
"I've been an empath since I was ten. I've had telekinesis and was able to orb since I was two and I've been a telepath since I was twelve. Also, I've been able to manipulate the weather since my birthday."
Chris stared at his father who seemed to be in shock, "It's okay, I know you've been too busy to notice. Y, you're an Elder after all. With half the world to look after you're bound to miss one little witch."
"That's no…"
Chris raised a hand to silence him, "I said its okay Leo."
Wyatt looked at his brother with worry, even if he wasn't showing it he knew his little brother was close to tears.
Silently, with downcast eyes Chris walked into the kitchen, 'this place is a mess.' He thought to himself and began to clean.
In truth the Halliwell kitchen was absolutely spotless but Chris, like his late mother, found that cooking and housework were calming.
"Chris honey you should rest." Paige said from the door.
"When I'm done." He said with a smile.
Three hours later Chris had moved up to the attic and was on his hands and knees scrubbing the floor, tears streaming down his face, "I can't do this anymore." He whispered, "It hurts so much without you mamma."
He looked down at his hands and they were literally red raw, he climbed to his feet and saw his father standing in the doorway watching him, "Leo?"
The Elder walked over and took his son's hands and let the healing glow wash over him, "You should go to bed Chris."
"I'm not finished." He said firmly, "Can't stop until I'm done."
"And when will you be done?"
Chris shrugged, "When it's clean, the carpet at the stairs needs cleaning still…"
The Elder didn't give Chris the time to finish; reaching in to his pocket he pulled out some sleeping dust and blew it into Chris' face. He caught the young witch as he slumped forward. He orbed them to Chris and Wyatt's room and put him into bed. He smiled sadly, he knew that this was the closest he and his youngest son had been in a very long time and he knew that it was his fault.
Chris stirred, "Shhh… Daddy's here." He whispered, "Nothing's going to hurt you."
Chris' dream was something that would be burnt into his memory forever, his fourteenth birthday.
"I can't believe they all forgot." He huffed taking a sip of his orange juice, "Even Wyatt."
"Aw baby we can have fun with just the two of us."
"I know mum, I just, Dad swore he would come home for my birthday and I thought that just this once…he would keep his promise."
Piper wrapped her arms around her son, "Sweetie I don't know what I can say to make you feel better except that I love you."
"Tell me you're not going anywhere." He said hugging her tightly.
"I promise I'll never leave you Chris."
There was a loud crash in the lounge, "Stay here Chris." Piper said softly, "I'll be back in a minute."
She walked into the lounge hands raised, ready for a fight.
Chris heard the haunting voice, "So a Charmed one was at home…where's the boy?" followed by a loud thud.
The young witch ran to the lounge and saw the mass of demons gathering around the Charmed one, "No!" He cried out, with a sweeping motion he sent the demons crashing into the other wall.
He ran to his mother's side and pulled her out to the stairs telekinetically pulling the doors shut.
"Chris you have to get out of here." Piper coughed.
"No, I'm not leaving you here."
"They can't kill you if they can't find you baby."
The Charmed one scrambled to her feet as the doors were knocked down, "You can't have him."
"He's ours by right!"
She flicked her hands and blew the demon up. Chris' mind was flooded by noise so much so he couldn't focus his powers. He snapped out of it when he felt something pierce his shoulder, looking down he saw the arrowhead poking out. Taking a deep breath he focused his energy on creating a barrier between them and the demons, but it didn't last long.
The fight lasted for near on half an hour, somehow Chris, lying by his injured mother's side, became invisible to the demons. The demons shimmered out and left the two Halliwells lying on the floor in a pool of their own blood.
"Dad! Wyatt!" Chris called.
"They won't come Chris," Piper coughed blood lining her lips, "they can't hear us."
"No Mum, Dad and Wy'll come. They have to. Dad won't let you die, neither will Wyatt."
"You're hurt." Piper said trying to get up.
" No, I'm okay," He hushed, " the arrows barely got me. Just a scratch, promise."
Piper's eyes closed, she was fading, and Chris held his hands over her stomach wishing desperately for whatever powers he had to help him heal her. But with the two darklighter arrows through his shoulder made it hard to do anything.
"Listen don't go to sleep, don't you dare. You'll be fine,"
"I love you Chris, I'll never leave you."
"Don't go mum. I, I love you. I need you here."
He called desperately for his father and brother, but again they didn't come.
"Look after your brother Chris."
"I promise I'll look after Wy, I promise. Don't worry you can go to sleep now, I'm okay and I love you."
"I'll always be watching over you Chris." She said as life left her body.
Before Chris slipped away he swore, " I'll make sure he is okay."
Chris woke up with a start, looking out the window he saw it was still dark, over the past week Chris had had only around twelve hours sleep, because every time he closed his eyes he would dream of Piper's death.
Climbing out of bed he went to the laundry and looked for the carpet cleaning liquid, finding it, the boy went out to the stairs and began to scrub and scrub and scrub. Every time he looked down he could see a crimson pool while it was clean.
Wyatt walked down and saw his brother, wrapping his arms around him Wyatt pulled him away from the stairs, "NO I HAVE TO FINISH IT!"
Wyatt lost his temper and slapped him hard across the face, "Stop it Christopher! The carpet was clean Phoebe and Paige did it themselves!"
"I have to finish…I have to." Chris tried to push past his brother, "Let me go!" He cried pounding his fists on Wyatt's chest, "Let me go! Let me go!" He collapsed sobbing into Wyatt's arms, "Why her Wyatt? It should have been me!"
"No it shouldn't have Chris."
Chris pulled away, "You don't get it Wyatt, they were trying to kill two birds with one stone. I should have died because they were after ME!"
Wyatt's eyes widened, "What?"
"She said, 'they can't kill you if they can't find you' and then she was arguing with one of the demons saying, 'you can't have him' and the demon said something like, 'he's ours by right.' Wyatt I don't know what's going on but they knew I had empathy and telepathy, they were counting on it. They did this thing that sort of scrambled the signals in my brain so I couldn't focus my powers, if I had've been stronger she would be alive." The television and windows exploded, "If Leo had taught me how to heal she would be alive!"
Things began to catch on fire and Chris screamed, "And if you guys hadn't forgotten my birthday! If you and Leo had have been listening we'd all be okay!"
"Chris it was a demon attack, there was nothing anyone could have done."
"The hell there wasn't." Chris orbed out leaving Wyatt to clean up the mess.
