A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks so much for the reviews! I didn't expect so many from that really really short prolog haha. Well here's the first chapter, so I hope you enjoy. =)

Disclaimer: Charmed is not owned by me because if it was, it'd be really fucked up.

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Chris had never been one for forwardness. He believed that being subtle was far more effective than being blunt. Wyatt believed just the opposite. He always got straight to the point, never one for beating around the bush. He was very impatient, even when waiting for someone to answer his questions that seemed to come out of nowhere. This is where they always butted heads.

Chris was always the calculating type. The one who thought about his answers before he gave them. Wyatt was the react first and think later type. He never paused to consider his actions, he just did them and dealt with the consequences later with a cool head no matter how severe they were. He believed that everything could be fixed while Chris believed that some things could never be fixed no matter how hard you tried.

His brother and him were complete and total opposites but that was probably why they worked so well together. They used each other's strong points to their own advantages and it always worked out for the best. They trusted each other more than anyone else so when Wyatt became the new source he was so sure that Chris would join him instantly. When Chris didn't, it shook his world. Chris would never admit to Wyatt or anyone else that it had been the single hardest decision in his life to make. He could still remember the exact conversation as much as he would like to forget it.

Chris sat on the couch in the living room, a bowl of popcorn sitting on the coffee table in front of him. He reached for it subconsciously as his wide eyes remained glued to the television in front of him. He picked up one of the popcorns, popped it into his mouth and chewed mechanically. He was watching an old horror movie about some teenagers that went to a cabin for the weekend and ended up disturbing some old burial ground and now all the girls were possessed by insane spirits. It was a really old horror movie, made in the 70's or so, but it still sent shivers up Chris' spine. The effects were amazing for that time and the actors were phenomenal. He jumped slightly when the boy turned around to find his possessed girlfriend sitting on the ground in front of him laughing hysterically. Her eyes were rolled back inside her head as she continued laughing even after being smacked across the face multiple times by her boyfriend.

Chris screamed, as a figure appeared in front of him in a sudden swirl of blue and white orbs. The popcorn bowl fell off his lap and littered the carpet. Chris' heart started beating again as he realized it was just his older brother.

"Why the hell did you scream." Wyatt questioned, confusion written all over his face.

Chris glared, "Because I'm watching that and you came out of fucking no where so you startled me."

Wyatt glanced at the TV and grinned at Chris. "I thought you hated scary movies."

Chris didn't answer as he reached for the remote to turn the TV off. "I do but you kept telling me I needed to get over it so I decided to watch one and now I'm scarred for life you prick." Chris bent down to pick up all the popcorn he spilt.

Wyatt noticing his brother's actions simply waved his hand and orbed the popcorn bowl back onto the coffee table with all the pieces of popcorn inside of it.

"Hey, personal gain," Chris reprimanded, giving his brother a disapproving look but Wyatt simply rolled his eyes and took a seat besides Chris on the couch.

Chris sat back down at the couch and reached for the remote again but Wyatt caught his arm. Raising an eyebrow he turned back to look at his older brother. Wyatt was smiling wild and practically bouncing in his seat from his excitement.

Chris held back his laughter at his brother's childlike actions as he inquired, "What are you so happy about?"

"I have something to tell you… but I need you to keep an open mind, alright? I've worked really hard for this," Wyatt said seriously but still managed to grin from joy.

"Alright, what is it?"

"I'm the new source."

Chris smiled blankly. Wyatt looked at his little brother in concern but realized that Chris was trying to process what he had just heard. Even though he was never the patient type he realized he needed to give Chris a moment here.

Chris' mind stopped working at his brothers' confession and such a blunt one at that. Nothing to even build up to it, just said it as if he were talking about the fucking weather. Well at least the weatherman knew how to tell people to prepare for a bad storm; Wyatt didn't even give him time to prepare himself. How was he supposed to respond to something like that?

"I think I'm gonna hurl," Chris paled and he shot up for the couch and practically ran to the kitchen. Wyatt, not entirely surprised by the reaction trailed after Chris. He walked into the kitchen as Chris was grabbing a glass from the cupboard and rushing to the sink to fill it with water. He waited while Chris shakily downed the glass and set the empty glass back on the counter.

Wyatt noticed his brother turning paler by the second. He cautiously walked closer to Chris but the brunette didn't even seem to notice him as Wyatt led Chris to a seat. Wyatt could hear Chris start to hyperventilate a bit so he said to him in a soothing tone, "Take deep slow breathes."

Chris obeyed and when he finally calmed himself down he turned to look at his older brother who returned the look, one filled with love and concern. How could this boy be the new source?

"Please tell me you're joking," Chris whispered, mostly to himself but Wyatt thought he was talking to him.

"Why would I joke about something like this?"

"To see me freak out," Chris half-laughed but it was forced and died as quickly as it came. Wyatt smiled softly and ran his hand through Chris' hair in a soothing manner.

Chris relaxed a little more at his brother's touch as he thought calmly about the situation. Wyatt must have had a good reason for wanting to be the source and his orbs were still white and blue so he couldn't be evil. It wasn't possible, maybe it was some elaborate scheme to gain the demon's trust and then find a way to kill them all or make them kill each other. It all had to be a plan for the greater good, it had to.

"Why?" Chris asked, hope flitting into his tone as he turned to stare at Wyatt's icy blue eyes.

Wyatt realized that his answer would determine whether or not Chris would agree with him on the matter. Wyatt knew that the real answer would cause a fight between the two but… he couldn't lie to Chris. If his brother was ever going to join him then he needed to be truthful.

"If I control the underworld then demons will never harm us again. We'll finally be safe and we won't have to live in fear of one of them getting us."

"B-but, you're gonna kill them all or set them on each other, right?" Chris quivered, needing hope. Needing something to hold onto that his brother hadn't gone off the deep end. Chris couldn't handle it; he couldn't handle losing the only sane thing he had left in his life.

Wyatt sighed with regret, as he answered, "No."

Without warning Chris let tears leak from his eyes and trail down his face and pulled Wyatt closer to him. Wyatt, understanding his brother, held Chris to his chest and rubbed his back comfortingly as the brunette sobbed. He knew once the brunette got control of himself then he would push Wyatt away, curse at him and possibly fight him but for now Wyatt needed to play the part of the big brother and comfort the only person in the world he loved.

Chris cried for his brother but not only him. He cried for his dead mother, his dead father and his empty life that had started the moment he had looked into his mother's eyes and saw no life within them. He cried for everything he lost and everything he was going to lose and he cried for the decision he would have to make soon. The decision that no matter what he chose would ruin him forever. The decision his brother had thrust upon him with no warning and no way to prepare for. And to think all he was going to do tonight was conquer his irrational fear of horror movies, now he would have to conquer his very rational fear of losing everything.

Chris had blocked out the rest of that conversation from his mind. Whenever he thought about the day Wyatt took everything from him he would get as far as that point and the rest was a giant blank. His mind didn't want him to remember the mental trauma Wyatt had caused after that point and he was glad his mind let him forget. It was something neither him nor Wyatt wanted to remember.

Ever since then bluntness had never been something Chris dealt with well. His grudge of it had even lost him a friend but it wasn't something that was going away anytime soon. So when Wyatt had told him that he wanted him (in the very inappropriate and disgusting way) of course he would reply with the typical, "Fuck you."

Now that it was out in the open though it kind of made sense. Wyatt had always been close to him even after he turned. Chris always wrote off his closeness as a deep bond between two brothers but now that he knew Wyatt wanted him that way it brought things into perspective. Like how when Chris first started dating Stephanie that Wyatt had an almost violent dislike of her. He was such a jackass to her that she ended up breaking up with Chris because of Wyatt. How Wyatt had never stayed with a girl for more than two weeks and always broke it off because "he got bored".

Chris turned to face his brother and said the first smartass comment that came to him; "You know that gay incest is probably your biggest sin yet."

Wyatt 's eyes narrowed to slits for a split second before they returned to normal and he chuckled in amusement. "You mean our biggest sin."

Chris froze… wait, what?

"I never agreed to anything, that's fucking disgusting," Chris snapped, disgust written all over his face.

Wyatt was upon him in a second, taking Chris by surprise, leaning down to capture Chris is a gentle kiss that left the brunette breathless for air. When Wyatt pulled back he smirked at the blush spreading across Chris' cheeks.

"Now tell me, was that disgusting?" Wyatt mocked, watching Chris in amusement as his little brother growled in embarrassment.

When Chris didn't answer Wyatt continued, "It's time you stopped fighting it Chris and just come back with me. I can give you everything if you will just be with me."

Chris blinked at Wyatt's offer before laughing. "Are you fucking serious? You think I'll just go with you because you're a good kisser?" Chris continued to laugh as he quickly ducked out of Wyatt's grip and started sprinting down the alleyway.

Wyatt growled in frustration, as he flamed in front of Chris, glad he had put the no orbing spell over the alleyway before he came. Chris yelped as he ran right into the brothers' arms. Wyatt tightened his grip around Chris and quickly flamed them out of the alleyway before Chris could react to the sudden entrapment.

Chris closed his eyes as Wyatt flamed them somewhere and kept them closed until his dizzy spell ceased. He hated flaming; it always took him a while to recover afterwards. Wyatt noticing his brothers closed eyes, picked him up bridal style and brought him over to the bed. He set him down gently on it and said, "We're here Chris, you can open your eyes."

Chris complied and slowly sat up on the bed, shaking his head slightly to get rid of his dizziness. He looked around the extravagant room and when he realized he didn't recognize the place he immediately tried to orb out and much to his dismay (but not surprise) he couldn't orb.

"Where am I?" Chris asked, some fear showing through.

Wyatt smiled gently and reached down to push back a stray hair on Chris' face.

"You're home."

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A/N: Well I hope you guys enjoyed! =)

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