Finally! I'm back again :) I'm pretty sure that I have the most patient readers. You don't get upset when I go months without updating, and it is really appreciated. Now, you're probably tired of me talking. As always feedback is welcome and if you have requests and/or suggestion please let me know. They will definitely be considered. On to the story!
Disclaimer: Still don't own anything lol.
"Christopher Halliwell!" Cole was thoroughly exasperated with the boy. He had checked all of the logical places for his charge to be on Earth, he had checked up there, and most of the places he knew Chris had been in the Underworld. Yet the youngest Halliwell's whereabouts remained unknown. The demilighter had a theory as to why. Cole might not be related the Chris but he cared for him and they had a special relationship. One that allows him to know the youngest witchlighter better than his family in some aspects. With that he knew how important it was to Chris to keep his family safe no matter the cost. His family might jump to the wrong conclusions here. They would probably think that he was referring to his life and while Chris would willingly give that to keep his family safe it isn't that much of a concern at this time. Chris' mental health is a more pressing concern.
Chris won't talk to anyone in his family about it because he knows that they are already worried and scared themselves, but the enemy-turned-friend saw that Chris is just as scared of dying and what the future holds as the rest of his family. The difference is the sisters use their emotions as motivation and Chris sees them as a distraction to both himself and others. He needs to talk to someone about it and Cole was the perfect candidate for that. First though, he would have to find him.
Wyatt sat thinking. After Cole had left his thoughts had been flying all over the place. The young witchlighter was feeling overwhelmed with everything that had happened in the past couple of days. Five days ago he could never had imagined that the coming week would be the emotional rollercoaster and knowledge bomb that had occurred. Currently he was sitting in the floor by the stairs with his back against the wall. He has settled there after pacing around offered no enlightenment. A scoff escaped his mouth and his head fell back against the wall eyes closed as he compared his and his brother's reactions. Wyatt was a absolute wreck while Chris who found out that he would die less than four months and in the new future went on as normal.
"I'm not handling it better than you," a voice drew his attention and gained a small smile from the older boy, "And you know what I was thinking how?"
"I know you Wyatt. Different futures or not."
"We're going to fix it you know. I'm not going to let you die." The light sound of moving fabric and steps invaded the air. The Twice Blessed opened his eyes to see his little brother, because that is what Chris always had been and always will be, settle down in the floor beside him.
"I'm counting on it," Chris replied with a small smile on his face.
Always. Wyatt mused. He always knows what to say to help me.
So the brothers say side by side pondering how to change the future but more importantly, how to save eachother.
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