Hey people, I've had a good kick in the pants by a reviewer and decided to put some of the newer stories on hold so I can work on these babies. I haven't updated this in so long because I've had a huge case of writer's block.
(This is set in the first future, I'm working on the premise that maybe there was a whole time loop thing. Ya know, like big Chris has been and maybe Wyatt's gonna keep turning evil.)
Chapter eight
Chris slipped out from the bed doing his damndest not to wake his older brother, he was so grateful that throughout all of this the one person that had stood by his side was Wyatt.
He walked out into the illuminated hall and up to the attic, ever since Piper's death his somewhat irrational fear of what goes bump in the night had returned in all its paralyzing glory.
He picked up the book of shadows, was it really possible, could Wyatt be behind all of this?
He shook his head no. Wyatt was good. Wyatt was his brother, his protector, his best friend. Wyatt didn't kill their mother.
But then again Wyatt was the only one who had known about his telepathy and empathy…
Hugging the book closer to his chest he orbed down into the lounge room armchair and opened the ancient pages. In fourteen short years he had managed to memorise the entire book, he'd been working on an index the day Piper was murdered.
He'd always found comfort in this book, it kept him connected with his family, with his mother in particular, which is now something he relished more than anything. Leafing through the pages he strayed upon something he'd never seen before…To my sons Chris and Wyatt.
Dad had written in here? He continued heading, it was an entry for future whitelighters; he smiled slightly at that. He could feel the fear and the love on the page, there was one moment where his father had been so sure that he wasn't going to be here he wrote everything down. He'd cared about him enough to do that.
Reading looking further in the book he came across something that made him jump, there, plain as day was an entry he'd never written, in his own handwriting.
"Dad." He whispered, hoping that this one time Leo might come to him. He didn't have to wait long, blue orbs filtered down beside him, "What are you doing up Chris?"
"Dad…what the hell is this?" he pointed to the entry, "How is this possible?"
Leo sighed and sat down, "Chris there was a lot your mother and I never told you."
Leo then went on to tell him about the alternate Chris, he sat there wide eyed as he listened to the story about Chris Perry and the evil Wyatt.
Maybe his dream wasn't just a dream.
"Thanks for telling me Dad." Chris nodded, "I think I understand now."
"Understand what Buddy?"
Chris closed his eyes, "You don't need to know Dad…" he said quietly, Leo reached forward and touched Chris' shoulder and Chris accidentally let his dream slip.
Chris' dream:
He was walking along the darkened streets so lost in his thoughts he didn't even votice that the demon of fear was walking behind him.
(Your greatest fear is that those demons will return and your powers will be so messed around that you will be unable to defend yourself or your family.)
"Stupid ass powers. Stupid dumb ass powers!" He screamed, "I DON'T WANT THEM ANYMORE!" Staring up at the sky he continued his rant, " YOU STUPID FUCKING PACIFISTS! Why couldn't you intervene? Why couldn't you save her?"
Suddenly his vision changed, he looked down at his hands that were now transparent. He looked around and saw Wyatt standing before a large crowd of demons. Demons he recognised as the one's who had attacked him and killed his mother.
"Well done." Wyatt said, "You killed that bitch and put the fear of God into my brother. I thank you and promise you will be rewarded…"
"Dad." Chris said as he looked upon the terrified face of his father, "Dad it's just a dream right? I mean when I woke up he was lying beside me like he was before. He's not evil. He didn't kill mum…right?"
Leo nodded silently, "That's all it was. Just a dream."
Chris was overcome with a sudden bout of dizziness, he let the book fall to the floor and clutched his head groaning in pain.
Leo pulled him into his arms, "Chris what's wrong?"
"My head." He said quietly, "it hurts. "
Leo noted the rain which suddenly began to pelt down outside, "Chris." When his son didn't respond he shook him gently, "Chris?"
Chris' eyes snapped open, "Yeah?"
Leo pointed to the window, "Are you doing that?"
Chris squinted, staring out the window at the rain, "I, I think so…I'm not meaning too… I don't know."
Leo moved to be in front of his youngest son, "How about this, you get some sleep and in the morning you and I can work on your new power?"
"You mean it?"
Leo nodded, "For sure."
Chris grinned slightly and orbed back up to his room, little did he know that Wyatt had been watching the exchange between them. He was seething, that little…no. He shook his head and walked back up to his room.
By the time he reached it, Chris was already sound asleep. He lifted the covers and climbed in next to him, minutes later Wyatt Halliwell was also in a deep sleep.
Chris woke the next morning to the sound of his brother's snores, disentangling himself he padded barefoot down the hall to the bathroom, locking the door he peeled off his clothes, turned on the shower and let the hot water wash over him. He stepped from a blissful hot shower into a room full of steam, redressing he opened the door, letting steam billow out into the hall.
"You look like a drowned rat."
Chris looked up at his Aunt Paige and smiled, "Well I feel great."
"There's the infamous Chris Halliwell smile."
He nodded, "I'm back Aunt Paige."
She hugged him tightly, "Good." She whispered.
Getting dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt he orbed downstairs and began making breakfast. Fifteen minutes later the extended Halliwell family was crowded around the dinner table for on of Chris' delicious breakfasts, they all marveled at him, the way he moved, his smile and his infectious laugh. It was as though they had all gone back a fortnight when Chris was making a family breakfast with his mother. He was just…radiant. The sun was shining it seemed, just for him.
Leo orbed in, "Sorry I'm late for breakfast."
"Just in time Dad." Chris laughed as he put the plate down, "Enjoy."
Chris slotted into his usual seat at the table and got a conversation started, soon it seemed that it was just a regular family breakfast. Except Piper Halliwell was missing…
