Title: Paradox.
Disclaimer: Charmed does not belong to me. This was written purely for my entertainment and I am not making any kind of profit from it.
Warnings: None, really.
Setting: Set in the changed future.
A/N: I wasn't going to post this until I'd finished my other Charmed story, but that one's going to take me awhile to finish so I decided I may as well since I've had the first few chapters of this written fora while. Please review!
Prologue-
"Mommy, why won't Daddy let me go with him and Chris?"
The woman looked into her child's tearful blue eyes, and could feel her heart breaking.
"Oh, sweetie, it's okay," she said. "Your father just thinks you can train without him, that's all."
The child's bottom lip quivered as he unconsciously twirled a strand of golden hair around his finger.
"Mommy, why doesn't Daddy love me as much as Chris?" he asked. "Is it because Chris can make the big sword go to him and I can't?"
If the woman had thought her heart breaking before by now it must have been absolutely shattered
"Wyatt, he does love you," she said, as gently as she could manage. "I promise. He just doesn't know how to show it."
The boy's shoulders slumped as he gazed at the floor.
"I'm going to bed," he mumbled, his voice barely inaudible.
The woman watched him trudge up the stairs, before raising her voice.
"Leo Wyatt, get the hell down here right now before I blow you up, orbs and all!" she yelled angrily.
A rather irritated-looking man suddenly appeared in the room in a swirl of blue lights.
"It better be important, Chris and I have-" he started to say, but was cut off by the woman.
"Leo, you have two sons!"
The man stayed silent, a sullen expression crossing his face.
"You can't blame Wyatt for what hasn't even happened yet, and probably won't happen now," the woman told him.
"If it wasn't for Wyatt, Chris would still be alive now, Piper," the man replied, his lips barely moving.
"He is alive now, Leo," the woman said angrily. "You should know, you spend every freakin' minute of the day with him!"
"Is that all you have to say?" the man asked expressionlessly.
"Is that all I have to say?" the woman repeated, fuming. "Aren't you going to say anything? Wyatt is just a child and you are breaking his heart!"
"If that's all, I'll be going," the man replied coldly. "I left Chris 'up there'."
He disappeared in a swirl of blue, and the woman sat back on the couch, choking back a sob.
The golden-haired boy ran down the stairs.
"I heard Daddy," he said worriedly. "You were fighting."
The woman forced a smile onto her face.
"It's okay, sweetie," she told her son. "Do you want to go and get some ice-cream?"
The little boy's face brightened and he nodded eagerly.
"Go and get your coat, then," she told him, and he ran upstairs.
The woman sank back, her head in her hands.
"Please, don't screw up our family again," she whispered, raising her head to the roof.