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Right, so I updated like 4 times this week. I just had to write and it was stupid delaying it. PLEASE REVIEW. I LOVE REVIEWS! Every one of them makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside... and if I don't get that feeling I'm not motivated to update. LOL

"Happy birthday to you… happy birthday, Prue…" his voice trailed off at the end threatening to crack. The volume was at a whisper, Chris did not think he'd have the strength to raise his volume any more than that. She would be 13 today. Little Prue, Oh, God, little kids weren't supposed to die so young, before they had a chance. Carefully he took a candle down off of his shelf and held it in his palm. It was so light and fragile, there was no flame. Carefully he held out the tip of his finger to the stubby wick, instantly a flame aroused. He watched that small little flame willing it to grow, but it wouldn't, the dimensions just would not allow. Yet it danced with a power that would have outshined any other candle. The light threw shadows on the wall and the reds and the oranges intertwined. It was beautiful until…

Wyatt had entered the door, he looked at his little brother as he watched the candle. Chris did things like this when they were a kid and he had a feeling of loss, he'd always compare whatever he felt like to what he had lost. It generally wasn't exactly healthy. Soundlessly Wyatt made his way to his sibling's side and blew out the candle, ending Chris' inner metaphor. The boy looked up, scarily impassive.

"Wy…" His voice indicated that he was confused, but unlike most times when he had stopped his brother's expressive stupor he was not angry.

"Chris I'm sorry that I blew out the can—" He began.

"No, it's alright, she's dead." That's when realization hit him. What was today? He went over the dates in his head until, Prue's Birthday.

"Yeah, what would she have been today? 12?" Wyatt didn't really care whose birthday it was or how old they'd be, but his brother did.

"It was little Prue's!! Wyatt! How could you forget?!" Normally Wyatt would be angry, someone questioning him in such a manner, they would have been dead by now if they were anyone besides Chris. But his pain and confusion was so evident, more so than it had been for the past two weeks that he couldn't help to give in.

"It's alright Chris, Prue was meant to die." His voice was lacking the caring that was supposed to walk hand in hand with that statement… this was not missed by Chris either.

"Wy!! How can you feel like that?!?!" Stupid bond, Wyatt thought, "LITTLE PRUE! She wasn't supposed to die! How can you be so, so, so cold?!!?" Chris sprang up off of the bed not thinking. More than a little bit irritated at his brother's silly emotions he stood up to stop him. As he stood up, Chris put his hand to his head. They both felt the power of their connection kicking up as their minds blanked over from Chris' self induced memory.

"Wyatt!" A small voice called out running behind a tree. "He's over here!!" A small girl appeared, she looked about 6 or 7. She had long dark brown hair that was scarily straight. Her eyes were large and innocent, a smile contorted her face. She was running in the direction of a large tree. Soon her footsteps fell in sync with another person. He looked about 10 or so, he was taller and had light blond hair that caught in the sun's rays and was almost blinding to look at sometimes. The two caught up with each other and stood underneath the tree. They both had their hands on their hips and were looking upward.

"Chris!" The girl shouted.

"Awwww" a voice called out from a couple branches up. The owner of that voice spread out his arms in a "move it or I'll step on you" motion and swung down. Chris looked about 7 or 8, he had a mop of messy long brown hair that fell playfully into his deep emerald eyes.

"Hahahaha, Prue, you're turn!" Chris tapped the girl lightly on the shoulder and orbed away still smiling his dazzling smile. Wyatt laughed, clapping his hand on his little cousin's shoulder, watching as she began counting before orbing away.

"No fair! You guys can orb, I have to RUN" She was laughing as she said that to his disappearing orbs.

Both siblings were breathing heavily when the cheerful memory subsided.

"How can you forget that Wyatt!?!?" His brother was still angry and back to standing up.

Wyatt being the extremely patient, gentle but firm ruler that he was couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and grabbed his baby brother by the shoulders and shoved him roughly down on the bed. The boy did not even try to struggle.

Chris felt dazed, when he looked into his brother's eyes just then, he didn't seem all there. When he searched his emotions, his loving caring older brother wasn't all there. His eyes, were so… cold, for lack of a better world. His grip around his arms was so strong that it hurt; there would probably be bruises there in the morning.

"It's Prue, Wy, Prue" He whispered softly, directing his gaze away from Wyatt's cold blue eyes. At that statement, however, they softened. They didn't look so cold and angry.

"I'm sorry Chris" His brother looked slightly more relaxed… at an apology. When would he learn that apologies mean nothing? Their father had always been a good example of that… but he didn't mean anything now.

Wyatt sighed internally and shifted his weight off of his brother. Yeah Chris, he knew it was Prue, he was kind of there. He just didn't really care. He was ruling an empire of demons, he did not miss his family. Well, he missed Chris while they were apart, more than he wanted to think about… but Chris was here now, the others… they didn't matter. Chris was all that mattered. He got what he wanted, now all he had to do is calm Chris down. Lying came so easily these days… His brother was so naïve.

"I know, I miss them more than I can think about, but I'm just so happy that you're here with me." … Ok, that might have been pushing it a little… no, wait, Chris was looking up at him the burden in his emerald eyes almost diminished.

"Thanks Wyatt, for being here. Prue would understand." Chris exhaled sitting up. Wyatt followed suit.

"I hope she does" Wyatt hugged Chris tightly, there was no truth to those last four words however in his voice. Chris didn't realize that though.

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