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Wyatt Halliwell-Wyatt is a weird name...and other random thoughts.
by ME!
Chris, Wyatt, Piper, Phoebe, and the great and powerful Excalibur were standing in front of a Troll, a Pixie, two Leprachans, a wizard, Jon Stewart and Glinda the Good Witch. Alright...Glinda wasn't there, but we felt the room needed a splash of pink to make it extra special.
Wow...that was the greatest opening sentance EVER
"I'm sorry, honey...but we can't have you trying to impale your brother every other day." Piper told her youngest, as the magical creatures worked their...well...magic. They were working hard to encase the sword, and Chris was looking at his new toy with utter dispair.
"But mommy...I don't even know what 'impale' means!" Chris whined, and raised his arm, waiting for the sword to come to him. The magic of Jon Stewart though (his power to make even the most boring news hillarious, of course- what, you thought that wasn't magical?), kept that sword in it's place...which would be in the stone...
"I know, sweetie...I know..." Piper said, and taking her sons by the hand, intending to lock them in their room.
"Mommy, can I have 5 minutes with Aunt Phoebe before I'm grounded for life?" Wyatt asked his mother, who glared. Couldn't her kids ever just do what they were told? And not weasel their way out of it? Just once?
"No, Wyatt. You are grounded. Go to your room." Piper said, pointing upstairs.
"But Mom, I didn't even do anything-"
"What did I tell you, young man? You and your brother have caused enough chaos for one day. Go to your room. Now." She was putting her foot down! This was getting rediculous!
"But mom-"
"If you 'but mom' me one more time, mister. Go to your room!" Piper scolded, and Wyatt quickly went up to his room. Chris lingered for a little while he stared at the sword quickly disappearing from view as it is magically secured. "Christopher!"
"Don't call me that!" Chris suddenly got very angry. At least as angry as his mother. This little boy was having some anger issues...
"CHRISTOPHER PERRY HALLIWELL, GO TO YOUR ROOM! NOW!" Piper said, and her son fled quickly. His mom had never really yelled at him like that. Ever...
"Piper...you never scream like that." Phoebe said.
"Yeah, and that's why you won't get mother of the year." Jon Stewart added.
"Why are you even here?" Piper asked Mr. Stewart. After all, it was an odd appearance...
"I have no idea."
"I'm just trying out my new power." Paige walked in and waved Jon Stewart away. "Apparently, I have the power of projection."
"Alright...why did you have to work on it right now?" Piper asked.
"No reason. Just wanted to make you laugh..." Paige said, "Plus...I just have this itch to use magic lately...well...that and I really want a peanut butter and banana sandwich...anyone else want one?"
"Um...ew..." Phoebe said, and Piper, angry as she was, simply glared.
"Piper, hey...chill out..." Phoebe told her older sister, who glared once more, before taking a deep breath.
"I know...I'm sorry..." Piper said, sitting on the couch. "But...It's just that...so much has happened...in the past 7 hours..."
"More has happened to us. And you haven't gotten this crazy before." Phoebe replied.
"Well, it didn't have to do with my children. And the fact that everything we thought about them was wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong." Piper replied, putting her head in her hands.
"Ok, so Chris is the heir to the sword instead of Wyatt. It's not that horrible."
"Did you see what he did to his brother?" Piper asked, and Phoebe blushed.
"It was done out of defense." Phoebe tried, but it was no use.
"He was angry...everyone was just so...angry." Piper explained.
"You know, I was thinking about that...I don't think that's all his fault." Phoebe started, but before she could go further-
"MOMMY!" Melinda screaned, running down the stairs as quickly as a 5-year-old child can.
"What, honey."
"Mommy...I had a really bad dream!" Melinda cried into her mother's shoulder. Phoebe looked at Piper, who waved her off. Phoebe could explain her views later...now, she had to be a mother. Or try, anyways.
Piper had to try, too. And she slowly began her climb up stairs. Then, she stopped.
She did all the disciplining around here. It was Leo's turn.
"This is all your fault, Chris." Wyatt said, throwing his pencil at his little brother.
"Nuh uh, Wyatt. I didn't do nothing!" Chris humphed, frowning. He sometimes stopped speaking proper English-
"Oh yeah. Nothing. Except, you know, escape from our room after we were punished and stealing my sword!" Wyatt told him.
"It wasn't your sword!" Chris said.
"It was before you touched it!"
"Nuh uh, Wyatt. It wasn't never yours!" -but only when he was really, really angry.
Wyatt knew this.
"Chris, why are you gettng so angry all the time?" Wyatt grinned. Time to pull the big brother charm... "Going evil?"
"I am NOT evil!" Chris stomped his foot.
"Oh yeah? Then why are you so angry? And why are you always breaking stuff?" Wyatt was having the greatest time of his life.
Apparently, so was Chris. Seeing as, the next moment, Chris fell into hysterics.
This stopped Wyatt's amusement, and turned it into confusion. What the hell was going on here?
Chris stopped laughing immediately and looked up at his brother.
"...Um..." Wyatt looked at Chris, wondering what was wrong with his little brother. Whatever it is, it can't end up good. It's probably going to end up with Wyatt saving Chris or something...
"...What's wrong with me?" Chris wondered out loud, and Leo orbed in at that moment.
"Chris, Wyatt. You two have been causing quite the scandal around here." Their father said, kneeling down at his sons.
"Yeah...but Dad...I think there's something wrong with Chris." Wyatt said, as Chris started holding his head. He was amused, and confused, and scared, and angry, and happy and sad all at the same time! And it was making his head hurt!
"No, there's nothing wrong with Chris..." Leo replied. "Come on downstairs, boys. I have something to tell to your mother and to you."
"Is Mommy in trouble?" Chris asked, standing up, his head hurting more every second.
"No, Mommy's not in trouble. Come on, boys. Do you want to orb down?" Leo asked his sons, seeing as they did love to orb.
"Not right now." Wyatt said, holding Chris' hand.
"Piper! Come here!" Leo called for his wife, who was busy trying to explain to Paige the wonders of using the LID on a mixer.
"Not right now, honey! Did you talk to the boys?" Piper called from the kitchen.
"That's what this is about!" Leo replied, and Piper walked into the parlor to see what was so important.
"What's so important?" Piper asked. See? She came out to see what was important. We rock!
"I found out why the boys are having so many problems lately."
"Really. Now, enlighten me." Piper said.
"You've caught my interest." Paige added, entering with her banana, pickle, and chocolate sauce sandwich.
"Ew...Aunt Paige. That's gross!" Wyatt said, wrinkling his nose. Chris did the same, next to him. But, boy, his head was really killing him now.
"Anyways..." Piper said, rolling her eyes.
"Well, Wyatt and Chris often feed off each other. So if one gets angry, the other one will get angry too...this was amplified when Chris-"
"Daddy, what's amplified?" Chris asked his father.
"It means that something is bigger than it was before-" Wyatt explained to his obviously inferior brother.
"Well, not exactly." Leo started, but his qife cut him off.
"Alright, Leo. So, tell us. We're dying to know." Piper interjected, just wanting to get back to her poor mixer.
"Well, like I said, the boys got even angrier when Chris recieved his new power." Leo told the girls, who looked immediately confused.
"What new power?" Piper asked her husband.
"Chris is an empath."
Yeah, I know...this is a pretty bad chapter. I'm sorry. I just ...I dunno...I felt like I should write something, but I couldn't think of how to proceed. I'll probably rewrite it...at some point.
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