Prompted by: Anonymous
Prompt: Fic request for some good brotherly!protective!Wyatt and hurt!dangermagnet!Chris? (Changed future, if that's cool? Cause UF makes me sad every time.) Don't care what it specifically is, could be bullies, cheating girl/boyfriend, demons, scars, insecurities, etc.
Originally published 09 November 2018
"Chris?" Wyatt Halliwell stepped out of the locker room from changing into his street clothes after seventh-period gym class and drew up short when he saw his sixteen-year-old brother in the main hallway sitting back against a row of lockers. When he came closer, he saw that Chris was shaking and visibly trying not to completely break down—and there were bruises on his skin and a spot of blood from a cut lip.
"Chris, what happened?" He knelt down in front of the brunet witchlighter, fighting back a rush of anger. "Tell me."
Chris jerked back, head snapping up to glare at him with a swirling mixture of anger and panic flaring in his eyes. "It's nothing, Wyatt."
"Chris. You look like you're about to have a breakdown and like you just got out of a fight. That's not 'nothing.'"
"It's just some mortal high school kids, all right, Wyatt? It's nothing. There's no need for you to get involved." Chris started to push himself up, winced, ignored the very obvious flash of pain and stood to his full height of just over six feet. "I can take care of myself, okay? Leave it."
"At least let me heal you first." The offer was out of his mouth before Wyatt could take it back.
Chris only gave him an unreadable look in response before nodding his consent. "Okay."
With a quick glance around to make sure they were alone, Wyatt held his hands over his brother's bruises and cut lip and concentrated. Soon he felt the rush of warmth, saw the telltale golden glow beneath his hands as his Whitelighter healing magic took effect. When he moved his hands away, Chris's injuries were gone.
As he turned away, he thought he caught a glimpse of envy in his brother's pale-green eyes—but Chris was already walking away down the hallway to his own locker before he could be sure.