Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, or any of its characters… I just wish I did.

Author's Note: I hope I didn't leave ya'll hanging too long. I was really intending on leaving it for a few days rather than a few hours, but the inspiration to continue hit me! I'm working away at my Final Exams for the semester and eagerly looking forward to Christmas Break. A part of me is kind of sad that this is the last Christmas Break that I'm going to have from school, but the other part? That part is like: YES! No more college!! We're going to be heading off to go snowboarding after I get finished with Exams, so when that happens I probably won't update for a while, just a warning in advance.

Thank you to those of you who have already read and reviewed Chapter One, you made my day! All of you that review my stories make me feel warm and bubbly inside. It's really uplifting, especially after a hard day's work in the studio.

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Wyatt didn't waste any time as the ball thrown by his little brother connected with his hands. He took off at full speed for the touchdown with blue eyes focused on their goal. No one was near him; it had been a perfectly executed play. Wyatt turned around to look back towards his team as his feet crossed into the goal, scoring. The blonde-haired teen celebrated the touchdown that had ended the play for all of two seconds before he saw the linebacker for the other team still moving towards his brother. Wyatt lost his smile. The Halftime buzzer sounded. Chris had relaxed, thinking the play was over. Wyatt couldn't even warn him.

It happened like it was in slow motion. The linebacker from the other team slammed solidly into Wyatt's little brother, like an eighteen-wheeler hitting a Volkswagen Bug. Wyatt's chest felt tight, but he was rooted to the spot, too far away and unable to do anything but watch. The referees were blowing their whistles and flags were flying, but Wyatt didn't hear them. That snapping sound that he'd heard when the two-hundred-fifty-plus pound guy slammed into his little brother could have only been bones breaking. Chris's helmet went flying off, arcing through the air.

Wyatt watched the helmet bounce. His throat constricted when he watched Chris jerk, heard the painful resounding snaps and what was to Wyatt's ears the deafening thud of Chris hitting the ground with the linebacker on top of him. Chris! It was all Wyatt could do to keep his own legs from crumpling under him as he felt blackness overwhelm the empathetic link between the siblings. By sheer willpower, Wyatt commanded his legs to continue supporting his weight.

The blonde witch broke through his horrified trance and took off across the field, back towards his brother, at a faster pace than he'd run to score. His legs staggered under him only once in his path to get back to Chris. Wyatt threw off his helmet as he raced towards his fallen brother, fighting down fear, anger and desperation. He had to keep his emotions under control. Stuff tended to blow up when his emotions got out of control, but all he could feel was that growing dread in the pit of his stomach over the fact that his brother wasn't moving to get back up.

Wyatt shoved past the other stunned players. As the guy that had blindsided Chris was getting up, smugly - completely unscathed - Wyatt launched himself at him with an angry yell. He didn't even care that he didn't have his helmet on anymore; his shoulder plowed into the linebacker and sent the other guy flailing to land on his back with Wyatt on top of him. He'd knocked the guy as far away from his little brother as he could get him. More whistles blew and more flags went into the air, but Wyatt didn't care.

The seventeen-year-old grabbed the facemask of the other player's helmet and jerked his head forward, just to slam it back against the ground. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size asshole?" Wyatt growled, lifting the guy's head and doing it again, purposefully he was digging his knee into the guy's abdomen. "What the hell did you think you were doing? Couldn't get to him while the play was still going so you had to hit him after, you (censored) coward! The play was over you son of a--" someone's hands were roughly grabbing Wyatt and dragging him off of the linebacker. It was Jake and Fred, and they both had a hold of Wyatt to keep him from doing further damage.

One of the linebacker's teammates was pulling him up and back, placing themselves between the angry brother and him. Wyatt was breathing hard now, but he stopped struggling against Jake and Fred. He jerked his arms away from them and turned instead towards Chris. He'd deal with the cowardly asshole again later; he needed to see if Chris was okay first. Angry as Wyatt was, his little brother's well being was the priority.

He'd beaten the coaches to his brother's side; they were jogging across the field towards him. "Chris," he breathed, dropping immediately next to his brother. The elder Halliwell's eyes were frosty when he lifted them to look at the linebacker that had struck Chris after the end of the play. One of the referees was talking to him now, the others flagging the ambulance parked at the end of the field for emergencies. Seeing the slightly smug smile still remaining on the linebacker's face, Wyatt ground his teeth together and bit down the urge to slam him again. Getting kicked out of the game would be worth it. Instead he focused on Chris and color drained from Wyatt's face.

Chris's right arm was twisted awkwardly under his body, his left leg bent at a painful looking angle, while his neck was tilted so that his dark-haired head was resting against the grass. Chris's eyes were shut, his face deathly pale, and with all the football pads Wyatt couldn't tell if he was breathing or not. Frantic, Wyatt put his hand to Chris's neck to feel for a pulse.

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Piper leapt immediately to her feet, "Oh my God." He wasn't getting up. Why wasn't Chris getting up? Even in the stands the crack of the contact had been heard. No one could have missed it after the other action had stopped. The play had been over! The sound of it hung in Piper's ears.

She had seen her son, both of her sons, hit many times before. Even though every time it happened she still winced nervously, they had always bounced right back up after shaking it off. Being tackled was as much a part of football as having energy balls thrown at your head was a part of being a Halliwell. Chris had always resiliently bounced back from getting hit before. He had never been blindsided quite like he had been just then, though. Not after a play was over. He just wasn't getting back up this time. "Leo," Piper said urgently, unsure if her voice would actually work, "he's not getting up." Why isn't he bouncing back up?

Piper felt her panic rise as she saw her older son stagger from where he'd scored the touchdown, then sprint towards Chris. Then she watched as he knocked the boy that had tackled her youngest onto the ground and proceeded to lay into him. That confirmed the overwhelming maternal instinct she had that something was terribly wrong. Wyatt never lost his cool unless something was wrong with someone in his family, if it was something that happened to Chris? God help whoever had laid a hand on him. Leo was on his feet too, moving hastily down the bleachers with his wife. If Paige and Phoebe hadn't gone off to the concession stand, they would have been right behind their sister, no doubt.

The cheers from the touchdown that had put the team ahead at Halftime, had died the instant Chris had been tackled in post-play. The hushed silence that had taken over was louder than any cheering roar could have been. Piper could see the coaches on the field bent over her youngest son now. One of them had pulled Wyatt back. They had waved the ambulance from the end of the field out there. Oh God, Piper's mind repeated.

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"Son, you have to let the paramedics handle this," the coach said, keeping hold of Wyatt's arm. The rest of the team had trudged back to the sidelines, looking worried and anxious. Wyatt could even see Jason Kidd, who would have liked nothing more than the chance to play, pale-faced at what had happened. He knew the older boy would have never wanted his chance to play to come at the cost of Chris being seriously injured.

"Chris…" Wyatt repeated weakly. He tried again to pull away from the coach as the Paramedics were leaning over his brother, but the man had a vice-like grip on his arm. Anger bubbled up again, turning his blue eyes dark as he looked towards the rival team's sidelines. A muscle in the large, blonde teen's jaw twitched. For someone, who just yesterday had helped return an injured baby sparrow to its nest, Wyatt looked like he would like nothing more than to break a certain rival-team's linebacker in half. If the guy had been a demon and not a mortal, Wyatt would've long since toasted him.

The Paramedics were wrapping a cervical collar around Chris's neck and were carefully turning him over to strap him on a backboard. Wyatt turned his eyes away from giving the stare-of-death to the rival team to watch, the knot in his stomach continuing to grow. He could have healed his little brother, but this was one of those instances that he knew he wouldn't be able to. Not without the exposure of magic. He wasn't even sure if he had tried; that the Elders would have let his healing powers work. Wyatt's throat was tight again, or maybe it was just still tight, but now he felt the prick of tears in his eyes. Something Wyatt hated more than anything was feeling helpless. That was exactly what he felt right now.

Chris had never been seriously injured playing sports before. Bruises, bumps, sprains, maybe, but nothing serious. Nothing that meant that Wyatt's little brother would have to ride in the back of an ambulance and be taken to an emergency room. The worst part was knowing there was nothing he could do. It wasn't that Wyatt had never seen Chris hurt before. He'd seen his little brother on death's doorstep with a Darklighter's arrow sticking out of him more times than he cared to remember. All of those Darklighters had been personally hunted down and vanquished by Wyatt, himself.

Wyatt's little brother had some ridiculously foolish, self-sacrificing hero complex that went hand-in-hand with his type-A personality. Type-A personalities had a tendency to die young. Wyatt had good reasons to worry and be overprotective of his gung-ho-demon-fighter little brother. Chris got into situations he couldn't handle on his own, but thought he could all the time, or was trying to prove he could handle. Wyatt just expected such instances to have involved demons by default, rather than something like this.

This was different than Chris being injured by a demon. This was something all of Wyatt's powers couldn't fix. This was something so normal that it was more terrifying than all the demon attacks Wyatt had lived through growing up. Wyatt lifted his eyes from where the paramedics were loading his brother onto a stretcher to see his parents running across the field towards them, anxiously. Wyatt broke his coach's hold and raced to his mother, flinging his arms around her. "They're… they're taking him to the Emergency Room… I don't know what to do," the quiet admission was followed by Wyatt looking helplessly towards his stricken father. Once more Wyatt's eyes moved to his little brother and he swallowed hard as Piper pulled herself away from him to rush over to the EMTs and her younger son. Leo rested a hand on Wyatt's arm and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

Wyatt pulled away from his dad and went after his mother to try to get a ride to the hospital with his little brother. Screw the game; he wasn't leaving Chris's side! One of the paramedics was telling his mother that they only had room for one to ride in the ambulance. Wyatt jumped up; giving his mother a desperate and pleading look for her to let it be him. Piper, torn between leaving her baby and not wanting to separate the two brothers, looked to Leo. Leo nodded and Wyatt climbed up into the Ambulance, taking Chris's uninjured hand into his own. "Hey, bro, you're gonna be okay, alright?" Wyatt said quietly. Wyatt looked out towards his parents, unable to keep a brave face even for his mother and father's sakes.

"I love you baby, you hang on okay, Wyatt's going to be right here," Piper said, leaning over Chris's unconscious form. She gently brushed his dark, sweaty hair aside to press a kiss to his forehead. She was obviously trying not to cry, having as much trouble as Wyatt. Reluctantly the boy's mother stepped out of the ambulance and turned to look towards her two sons, "We'll meet you at the hospital," Piper said despairingly to Wyatt, before the ambulance doors closed.

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Author's Note: Okay, it probably will be another day or two before the next update. Maybe, who knows. I've got to get my final projects completed with all their finishing touches. I hope you liked it and are enjoying it so far. Let me know! Press that little button at the bottom that says 'Review'!

Stormythomas: I hope Wyatt smacking that guy was to your satisfaction. ;) I enjoyed writing that, and almost wanted him to do more, but those pesky teammates of his pulled him off. I love science geeks too… and Chris is just such an adorable one!

Lady Gallatea Ravenclaw: You'll just have to read on and find out how Chris is going to be, I can't just blurt out everything from the start. That would ruin all the suspense. Thanks for the review.

angelkat2502: Sorry for leaving you like that! It was kinda like the Teaser openings of the show in that respect… and every suspenseful moment that they cut to a commercial.

Amantine: I hope my explanation of sophomores and seniors, etc. made sense. Sorry to torture you with not knowing Chris's condition. Poor guy… he'll bounce back eventually. He always does. It just may take a little longer this time.

pinkphoenix1985: I'm glad you think so!

persephone25: Thank you for the review!

Shraddha: Dank u altijd! (Thank you always!)

Zeria: Thanks for pointing out the running back/wide receiver thing. Fixed it!

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