Alrighty...I'm officially a high school graduate! And...now, I'm back. I have a feeling you'll be getting more regular updates...seeing as my job is MAS boring...
On with the story!
Wyatt Halliwell-Wyatt is a weird name...and other random thoughs...
by me!
"MOMMY! DADDY! MOMMY! HELP!" Melinda woke up in terror. She was having yet another nightmare. The poor girl had been having them for days now, and Phoebe was starting to get worried.
"Melinda! Baby, what's wrong?" Phoebe came running in, but Melinda wouldn't stop crying. This was going a bit too far, now. Phoebe had put up a sound-proof barrier around Melinda's room, so that only she could hear her daughter (don't ask...it's way more trouble than it's worth), but she had a job, too. She had to sleep.
She couldn't bring this problem to her sisters though. They were working on a way to save Chris from his Fatal Empathy, as Paige called it (she watched the movie far too many times for ANYONE'S good), and a few nightmares were nothing against the life of her favorite nephew...yeah, she said it...er...thought it. Usually, when one nephew rescues the other from a destiny of complete evil, it tips the scales in their favor.
But, of course, back to the screaming child in her arms. Every night for the past three nights, Melinda would wake up screaming. But she never told Phoebe what her dreams were about. All she would say was 'Mommy'-
...and 'Daddy'. She was screaming for her father. The man who didn't even know she existed. Didn't even know that Phoebe existed. Well...alright, he knew that Phoebe existed...he just...probably forgot by now.
And as Melinda gradually calmed herself down in her soothing Mother's arms, Phoebe remembered the man who...well...
2006
"Phoebe! I've been waiting for you!" The snow was falling in San Francisco...rare enough as it was, but the fact that it was only November was even crazier. Phoebe flipped around and saw him. The man of her dreams.
"Hey!" Phoebe replied, kissing her handsome man on the lips.
"We're going to be late..." He replied, still kissing her.
"Oh, who cares? She'll be back." Phoebe said, smiling. The ignorance was blissful...and the bliss was amazing!
"Maybe...but I waited in line for six hours for these tickets. Do you really want to tell me that was just a waste of time?" The dark haired beauty asked, smilingin quite the coy manner.Phoebe sighed.
"As much as I would love to say yes, I know that I have been bugging you about this for too long." Phoebe said, pulling back from the kiss and walking towards the car. When she approached the car, though, she was still alone. "Are you coming?"
"...Aw, screw it. Come on." He rolled his eyes, grabbed his woman and shimmered out to their special place.
The next morning, Chris was sitting in his room. Alone. Well...not alone...no, right now, he was with this really old...father...guy, trying not to magick the frying pan into his head to make it all stop. This stupidguy apparently helped his...other Aunty...Prune...when she got this power...who Aunty Prune was, well, his Mommy wouldn't talk about that. She just turned and walked out his bedroom door...mean Mommy...
It had been three days. Three days, and three nights, and Chris hadn't slept. He felt Melinda's nightmares, his Mommy's worry, Aunt Paige's tummyaches, even the stupid cat's anger at the stupid kitchen table for not moving when he wanted it to. Chris had already tried to blow the stupid thing up twice, but he kept missing and hitting instead kitchen cabinets...stacks of fruit...anything...
...In short, Chris felt like he was going crazy. He couldn't even do magic anymore, because he might kill his brother with it or something...according to his Mommy.
"Christopher, you must learn to accept your gift, instead of fighting it!" He finally heard the man's voice through all of the other voices. Problem was, now he was angry, too.
"Don't! Call! Me! Christopher!" Chris screamed, throwing the Father across the room, into Wyatt's bed. Wyatt wasn't sleeping with Chris anymore. At least, not until Chris - wait a second...
"MOMMY! I DID IT!" Chris screamed to his mother, who barged in at the second he screamed.
"You did what, honey?" Piper said, hoping this meant what she thought it meant.
"He threw me into a wall..." Fatherwhatever-his-name-was (Chris didn't really listen),said, getting up and dusting himself off. "It's a good thing I'm already dead...otherwise, I'd have quite the problem..."
"But, he controlled his powers...that means he's getting the hang of it, right?"
"Oh, quite the contrary, Mrs. Halliwell...Chris' used his anger to lash out on an innoccent. Not his grasp on humanity."
"Chris, you can't do that! Please...just try." Piper begged her youngest son, but Chris looked about ready to give up.
"Mommy...I don't wanna anymore! Please, can't you give my Sympathy to Wyatt or something? Chris still couldn't really figure out what the name of this stupid power was, but he knew it was stupid.
"Chris...I'm sorry...I really am..." Piper said, wiping her son's tears away for the countless time. They tried to appeal to the Elders, but those..well...she was going to be the civil one...the Elders decided that Chris deserved whatever he got.
Piper thought they deserved a swift kick in the-
"OW!" Chris said, feeling his Mother'sthreats on top of everything else. "MOMMY! STOP!" He had it. Enough was enough. Three days! Either this power went away, or he would MAKE it.
"I'm sorry- Chris, what are you doing?" Piper looked on in anticipation. Chris got his favorite stuffed animal (a giant Lion he'd named Percy), grabbed his blanket, and a few books and looked at his Mommy with even more tears in his eyes.
"I love you, Mommy. Will you tell Daddy and Wyatt I love them?" Chris asked, and Piper's eyes got big.
"Why are you asking, Chris?" Piper said, eyes wandering towards the door. She wondered if Leo could read thoughts...LEO!
"Mommy, I hate this! I can't take it anymore! I'm never gonna get it! Never, ever!" And he suddenly felt his stomach drop- probably his Mother... "Tell Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige, too." When his Aunty...whatever...got this power...she hid in the basement...but it was too close to the other people...so, he just had to go as far away from people as he knew...
"Chris, you're not going anywhere!" Piper said, putting her foot down. She was his mother. She had power over him, God Dammit! She was his MOTHER!
"I know you're my mommy...I love you." Chris needed to get out of here. And as he felt her start to cry, he needed to leave right away. His mommy might be sad, but she would be even more sad if he stayed. She would realize that, soon.
"Hey Potter...no one fed you today, huh?" Wyatt asked, looking at the cat in front of him. Potter looked at Wyatt, and sniffed his hand. Once he was content with the company, Potter began to rub his head under Wyatt's hand.
"Wanna know a secret?" Wyatt asked his cat. "No one fed me either." Now, this wasn't really true. Piper had given him cereal, and milk, but before she could cut the fruit, his brother had screamed.
Chris, the all powerful one.
Wyatt didn't understand it. Why was Chris getting all the attention all the time? Chris got all the cool powers. Chris got all the attention! Chris was even smarter than Wyatt! All of the teachers at Magic School talk about Chris getting pushed up a grade, but their Mommy said that Chris wasn't "emotionally mature enough". That wasn't true though...whatever it meant. Everyone loved Chris, but no one even NOTICED Wyatt.
What happened to Wyatt being the 'Twice Blessed'? Or even the heir to the Sword? Chris stole his Sword, Chris stole the limelight...
...Chris stole Wyatt's parents. And they were his first! He didn't get it...
Then, Wyatt's thoughts were broken as Potter swatted a hand in his direction. Apparently, even Potter didn't want to be with him.
And he'djust fed him, too! What did Chris have that Wyatt didn't?
Maybe it was the brown hair...Chris looked more like a Halliwell than Wyatt did...maybe that wasit!
"I bet if I looked like Chris, everyone would pay attention to me..." Wyatt said, sighing. "Too bad that's impossible..."
He should have known by then...nothing is impossible.
Alright, kiddis..that's it for now! Night!
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the high school graduate...Leora
