Author's notes: Thanks for all the reviews. The first chapter was better received than I had imagined. I hope you all like this chapter too.

This was written in response to prompts given to me by Bella and BeautifulHalfBlood to write a payback scenario where Chris gets hurt and Wyatt comforts him. The first part of the chapter may seem a bit rushed but the goal of this series of one-shots is to explore Wyatt and Chris's relationship as brothers and best friends. Understandably, other events will have minor consideration.

The clown's hat I imagined is from a BBC Merlin episode (I do not remember which one). It is colorful crown of five pointy cones with tiny bells at the tips.

I hope you all enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or any of its characters except the ones I make up. I do not intend to make profit out of this story.

Extended disclaimer: Chris's injury and his assessment are purely imaginary. If any of my readers who may have a medical background find out that what I've written is unrealistic or even total BS, it is because of the fact that I have absolutely no background in medicine.

Sweet and ASAP on Payback

This was a perfect plan to get back at his baby brother for humiliating him in front of his latest crush. Wyatt knew what would happen if he had taken a tiny byte out of that juicy hamburger but had still caved. Consequently, he had humiliated himself by farting far too loudly. Since then, everyone who was present there had been wrinkling their noses as soon as they saw Wyatt, as if they can still smell the unpleasant odor. Wyatt had to get back at Chris.

He had found a spell in the book of shadows that could bind a witch's powers to a material object. Which meant the witch in question, in this case Chris, would have to wear said object in order to have access to their powers. The spell lasted twenty-four hours. And Wyatt had a special hat for Chris to wear.

"Wyatt! You idiot. What the hell did you do to me? Why can't I orb? I'm getting late for my classes," Chris yelled angrily. With a dramatic flourish, Wyatt presented his baby brother with a colorful clown's hat and explained how it worked.

"For next twenty-four hours, your powers reside in this hat. Wear it and you'll have full access to them," Wyatt said, smiling mischievously. Chris could only gape at the hideous piece of clothing, slack-jawed.

"Seriously? Wy? How do you think this is going to work? What makes you think I'll wear this in public when I can't use my powers in public anyway? Besides, I only need my orbing. I can wear the hat, orb to a toilet stall or something, and take off the hat before I go out in public. How does that serve your goal of making me look like a fool?" Chris asked smugly pointing out one flaw in Wyatt's plan. Wyatt hadn't really scrutinized his plan like Chris would have.

"I can live without powers for a day," Chris continued, shrugging after Wyatt failed to answer in time. The twice blessed was about to say something to convince his baby brother that he had no choice but to wear the hat and be embarrassed as Wyatt intended when, as it often happened with most of Wyatt's plans, everything had gone pear-shaped.

Some demons had decided that this was a good time to attack the brothers. The first thing they had done was to throw some potion vial at Wyatt's feet before resorting to their regular attacks using fireballs. The brothers had no idea what the potion did but it was evident that they only intended to affect Wyatt. Cursing under his breath, Chris had put on the hat and begun frying the intruders. At one point, an upper level demon had thrown an atheme at Wyatt. Without a thought, Chris had jumped in front of Wyatt and bushed him out of the way of the projectile blade. The blade was followed by a fireball. Ordinarily, Chris would have just orbed out of the way of the magical weapon but unfortunately, his hat had fallen off during his mad dash towards his brother. In short, he was as powerless as a kitten and forced to dive out of the way of the fireball.

Chris gave a cry of pain as he landed on his side. Seeing his brother helpless and hurt, Wyatt lost all control and let loose an enormous blast of power that took out every demon in the room. Whatever that potion did, it thankfully didn't affect his firepower.

"You're bleeding," Wyatt said, worried, as he saw the bloody stain on Chris's white linen shirt. He rushed towards his fallen brother after all the demons were dispatched.

"What was your first clue, Sherlock?" Chris's sarcasm was still intact despite the pain. Or perhaps it had sharpened a bit more than usual because of it.

"I can't heal. Why can't I heal?" Wyatt asked panicked as he hovered his hands over Chris's wound and nothing happened.

"The potion…" Chris managed to say despite the agony.

"They blocked my healing. To keep me from healing you," Wyatt realized. That was the purpose of that potion. He couldn't even imagine what would have happened if that fireball had hit Chris as the demon intended.

"You can call Junior later. He can't heal but he'll brew the antidote for the potion without ratting you out. But first help me get this off. I need to assess the damage," Chris said, hissing in pain, as he began to unbutton his shirt.

"But you're just a med-student, not a doctor. You need a doctor, or a white-lighter. If only those damn demons hadn't blocked my healing powers. We need to call aunt Paige," Wyatt rambled as he helped his brother out of his shirt. Chris winced a bit, as he had to move his injured shoulder.

"I certainly know more than you. Besides we don't really have either of those options available. Damn it!" Chris hissed as the pain became unbearable. Wyatt quickly got up and grabbed a bottle from his drawer. He offered it to Chris.

"Pain killers? Where the hell did you get those? And these are narcotics. Why do you have these?" Chris asked a bit suspiciously, momentarily forgetting his pain. Being a med-student, and a clever one at that, he had instantly recognized what it was. Wyatt rolled his eyes.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not addicted to pain pills. These are left over from that time I had kidney stone couple of months ago. Mom brewed me some potion because she was convinced I'd get addicted to these pills. I tried to assure her that was not going to happen but you know how she gets once she has made up her mind. Long story short, I never had to take these," Wyatt said as he took out a couple of pills and handed them to his little brother with a glass of water. Chris swallowed the pills and downed the water.

"Anyway, do you really want to answer all the questions our family will have about all this? You'll get in a hell of a lot of trouble. The same is true for a doctor. How're we going to explain all this without exposing magic? I think the wound is just a scratch but my shoulder is dislocated. You need to pop it back in place," Chris said still in pain, as he examined his left arm. Wyatt wasn't sure about this self-assessment. Granted, Chris had worked summers for Leo after the ex-elder restarted practicing medicine (with a little help from Roland and Sandra, the elders, to reestablish his mortal identity.) Chris had always had his passion for cooking in common with their mother. His love for biology and the art of healing was something he shared with their father. Leo had taken this opportunity to get closer to his youngest and offered Chris a volunteer position at the hospital as soon as he was old enough. Chris must have seen his share of injuries and their treatment during his time at the hospital.

"I don't care about getting in trouble. Kit, I caused this. I can't see you in pain when aunt Paige can heal you in seconds just because…" Wyatt was interrupted by a hiss of pain from Chris.

"Damn it!" Chris cursed again as he briefly felt the pulse in his wrist and his face became grave.

"What is it?" Wyatt asked worried.

"It must be pinching an artery. I can barely feel my pulse," Chris said thoughtfully.

"What does it mean?" Wyatt asked worried.

"Best case scenario… some reversible damage to my arm. Worst case scenario… some not so reversible damage and a whole lot of questions from our family. You need to act, now. Put one of your leg in my pit," Chris ordered as he positioned himself on the floor.

"Your pit?" Wyatt asked incredulously.

"My armpit. Put one of your leg in my armpit for counter-force and pull my arm in… this direction," Chris said, biting down the pain and gesturing with his good hand in the direction in which Wyatt needed to pull his arm.

"I'm not sure about this…" Wyatt hesitated.

"For once in your life, do as you are told, you twice blessed pain in my ass," Chris growled, his voice laced with pain and frustration.

"What if I pull it the wrong way?" Wyatt said as he carefully positioned his right foot in Chris's armpit and grabbed hold of his injured hand.

"You'll make it worse, and far more painful. So don't screw it up," Chris warned as he prepared himself for the unimaginable pain he knew he was about to feel. The half elder pressed his face in a pillow, as he was sure he wouldn't be able to keep from screaming. Wyatt took a deep breath and pulled. A muffled scream from Chris followed by a sickening pop signified the deed was done.

"I'm so sorry Kit. I never meant to hurt you," Wyatt said as he sheepishly sat at the edge of Chris's bed. He had carried Chris to his room after securing his shoulder and bandaging any minor scratches.

"I know, Wy. Don't worry about it. Now, help me put this on," Chris said as he grabbed his shirt. After a few failed attempts at putting on the shirt without moving his shoulder, Chris gave up. Instead Wyatt covered him with a blanket so he didn't get too cold.

"What on earth were you thinking? Why did you jump in front of me like that?" Wyatt said as he handed Chris a glass of water at his request.

"I didn't know that they had blocked your healing powers at the time. That atheme only grazed my bicep but it would have hit you in the chest. I couldn't take that chance," Chris explained his reasoning behind his actions.

"Chris…" Wyatt's worried admonishment was cut short by Chris.

"Wyatt, what's done is done. Did you call Junior to brew the antidote? Tell him specifically not to tell anyone else about this," Chris said as he handed the glass back to his big brother and made himself comfortable on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

"Yes I called him. He's brewing the antidote as we speak but it'll be evening by the time it's done. As long as there are no demon attacks between now and then, we should be fine. Boy! I'll be in so much trouble if any one finds out about this. But really, you shouldn't be in pain just so that I don't have to face mom's anger," Wyatt said guiltily as he settled himself by Chris's side.

"Oh don't worry about it, Wyatt. Besides, my motivation behind not tattling on you is not so selfless," Chris said with a not so innocent smile adorning his handsome face. The pain pills had kicked in and he was more or less high as a kite by now.

"What do you mean?" Wyatt asked frowning.

"Thanks to your idiotic plan to get back at me, I have excellent blackmail material to hold over your head," Chris answered smiling mischievously. Wyatt was looking at his baby brother incredulously.

"You would protect me, just so that you can destroy me at a later more convenient date?" Wyatt asked raising his eyebrows.

"Of course," Chris slurred a bit as he rested his head on Wyatt's shoulder. The pills were making him seriously drowsy.

"Sorry," Chris said a bit embarrassed as he straightened himself.

"It's OK, Kit. You used to do this all the time when we were kids and you were sick. You're never too old to lean on your big brother," Wyatt said soothingly. With a goofy smile on his face Chris rested his head back on Wyatt's shoulder and drifted off into his drug induced slumber.

"Sleep tight, baby bro," Wyatt said as he rested his own head against Chris's and drifted off into sleep himself.

It was evening now and Wyatt's powers were back after Henry Jr. had brewed him an antidote. He promptly healed Chris and the half elder was feeling much better now. Wyatt handed Chris and Junior a cup of coffee.

"I hope you have learned your lesson and dropped the idea of payback for the anti-gluttony potion incident," Chris said as he sipped the black coffee from his ASAP cup.

"Revenge has been postponed not abandoned. I'll find a safer way to get back at you," Wyatt answered seriously. Chris only rolled his eyes.

"Bring it on," the half elder challenged.

"Well, I'd say the concept was a good one, Wyatt. But the execution was subpar. I mean; if your main goal were to humiliate him by forcing him to dress in a bizarre way; it'd have made more sense to enchant a tube top or something instead of a clown's hat. It's easy to loose a hat while fighting demons but what are the chances of loosing shirt or other clothing? Granted, a tube top can be easily hidden with a jacket but a knee length skirt would have worked just as well and next to impossible to hide…" Junior's rambling was abruptly cut short as he noticed Chris frantically gesturing him to shut the hell up. But looking at the glint in Wyatt's eyes, Chris knew it was too late.

"Don't you dare Wyatt! WYATT!" Chris yelled as his big brother dissolved in orbs. Wyatt had a skirt to borrow from Prue. Noticing Chris's lethal glare now turned to him, Junior took an involuntary step back.

"Better part of valor and all that," Junior muttered as he made a tactical retreat and dissolved in orbs. Growling under his breath, Chris lunged towards the discarded clown's hat that currently contained his powers.

Some stories depict Chris as omniscient and almighty witch. I try to make my interpretation of Chris's character as more human. He's the smartest among the Halliwells and just as powerful as Wyatt but sometimes, as hinted by the ending; his big brother manages to get back at him. What do you guys think?

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