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Guess what? I totally wrote out this whole like plan for the next like 10 chapters so be proud cause I'm actually THINKINg ahead. Lol.

CHAPTER 3- BOND

It was officially three weeks since… well, yeah. For the first time though, Chris didn't feel so alone. Wyatt was here after all, Wyatt his awesome older brother! Besides Wyatt had promised him, Wyatt would NEVER break a promise, especially to Chris. The best and the worst parts about this whole thing though, is that Wyatt wasn't evil… he was just… what had Wyatt told him… undercover, yeah. They had wasted so much time trying to figure out what had turned him. At least he wasn't out killing innocents and such. That at least was good.

Wyatt had shared a strong bond with his brother Chris since the moment of his younger brother's birth. Everyone felt the power of his presence entering the world, but no one had felt it like Wyatt. All of a sudden his senses were sharpened, and he felt more powerful. He felt a bridge was connecting him to another conscious, a very small, very new, very powerful conscious. Then he had seen him, even his young two year old mind had been able to recognize his brother as the other end of his connection. When they had touched…

He was perfect, the most beautiful little brother Wyatt could ever asked for. He was so small, cute, innocent little thing he had ever seen. It was love at first sight, he wanted to be the most awesome big brother in the world. He wanted to be a protector to Chris and have the infant grow into his best friend. He wanted so many things that instant, but the one he can remember wanting the most was to just reach down and touch him to make sure he was real.

"Do you want to meet your newest brother?" One of the nurses had asked in an extremely cheerful voice. He nodded eagerly. She hoisted him into the bed with Mommy and Chris. He reached out a chubby hand towards the thing nearest to him. His hand brushed against the baby's shoulder, time stood still in that second. A flash of light and then it was over. When he pulled back his hand though, Wyatt saw a mark on his brother's shoulder that looked like two interlocking rings. On his palm was that same mark. It's been there ever since. They've always been connected.

Wyatt could hear Chris' thoughts and read his emotions easier than any expert empath could. They strengthened each other's powers, their senses were honed more keenly than the average witch and they learned and could control their powers with more ease than any of their cousins… because they were connected. They were both extremely powerful beings on their own… but together they were unstoppable. They belonged together. (A/N: they had their own symbol. The interlocking rings:D).

Anyways, because Wyatt could hear his brother's thoughts he knew exactly what he was thinking. Nonetheless these thoughts brought a wicked smile to his face. Baby brother, promises mean nothing, it's all about power, together we will rule, you'll see, maybe this tragedy will finally open your eyes. That sent a cruel laugh up his throat threatening to escape.

"What are you thinking about?" Wyatt sat down on the bed beside Chris.

"You already know, why ask?" Came the pointed response. Even stricken by grief Chris never did loose that blatant (truthful) bluntness.

"Because I wanted to give you the chance to tell me on your own accord." Wyatt gave his brother an encouraging smile.

"Wyatt, do you remember all the fun times we used to have?" Christopher Halliwell was sitting on the edge of the fluffy mattress, his long legs were pulled up close under his chin, his head tilted slightly back and his eyes glancing out one of the skylights. He looked so… lost, in everything, his life, his pain, his thoughts. Yet when he turned his translucent emerald eyes onto Wyatt's face locking stares he looked sure of himself, guided and somewhat stable.

"All the times we had with Mom and D… well, the aunts." Just thinking of them made his head sway a little. He wanted to scream, cry out and get away from it all, just thinking about them. It hurt so much, yet he left his voice silent and his tears too far back than he should have. "Our little cousins, Abbi, Kori, Prue" His voice cracked, but that was all.

"Yeah, I remember." That was Wyatt's response, it wasn't pain filled, it wasn't stricken, but it wasn't cold. Chris explored the bond that they shared, Wyatt wasn't feeling that much pain, there was none of the emotions that Chris was feeling, there was no overwhelming sadness, fear, or guilt. It just wasn't there… How did Wyatt deal so fast? How was he so strong? WHY WASN'T HE HURTING AS MUCH?

Wyatt… was just Wyatt, he was amazing, he could do all of that and more. Maybe, some of his skills would rub off on Chris and he could deal better too. They could get through this together, they were brothers after all.

They were bonded by promises and birthright… and love.

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