A/N: Sorry for the delay but I had a lot of tests and whatnot these past couple of weeks. ^^;
Oh and to clarify, Wyatt is 19 and Chris is 17 (almost 18).
Disclaimer: I no owny Charmed.
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Chris sat at the kitchen counter, twirling his spoon absentmindedly through his soggy cereal. He kept his eyes on the bowl and kept his gaze averted from the rest of the kitchen. He didn't want to look up at the empty kitchen. He didn't want to see no food cooking on the stove or no potions being brewed on the table. He didn't want to not see his mother's warm smile. He just didn't want to see how fucking lost he was without her.
He heard soft footsteps approaching the counter but he didn't bother to raise his head to see who it was. He knew who it was.
"Morning Chris," Wyatt said sleepily, moving about the kitchen to make himself something to eat. Chris didn't reply. Chris never replied. He hadn't spoken the day since his mother's death, not even to his own brother. Leo had even sent him to see a therapist but after paying nearly a thousand dollars for sessions that resulted in nothing Leo told him he didn't have to go anymore. Chris didn't care either way because he didn't talk. He didn't talk to the therapist and he didn't talk to Leo so it really didn't matter whom he was with.
Wyatt cast a glance over his shoulder, not remotely surprised to find his brother had not even bothered to look up from his bowl.
"Do you want me to make you anything to eat seeing how you wasted another box of cereal?" Wyatt asked, standing at the other side of table with an eyebrow raised waiting for an answer.
Chris didn't look up from the bowl and continued to twirl his spoon through his cereal. Wyatt sighed in annoyance and ran a hand through his messy bed-head hair.
"Look you don't need to say anything just give me a nod if you want to eat something," Wyatt snapped a bit, knowing that it was the only thing that actually got a response from Chris.
The brunette raised his head slightly at his brother's words and shook his head. Wyatt nodded and set about the kitchen making his own breakfast. Just because one brother wouldn't eat doesn't mean the other one wouldn't.
Chris watched his brother make himself breakfast and the sudden urge to leave took hold of him. He didn't want to be in the same room with him anymore. Chris stood up to leave and the room spun in front of him. He felt his knees go weak and without thinking he called out for his brother, "Wyatt."
Wyatt barely heard his brother. He didn't believe it; his mind was probably playing tricks on him like it had been doing for a while now. But he couldn't help the hope that filled him when he turned around to his brother, expectance adorning his features. His face dropped at the sight of his pale and shaking brother.
"Chris!" He ran over to steady the boy who collapsed into his arms. Chris leaned his head against Wyatt's chest and breathed in gasps. Wyatt quickly scooped Chris into his arms and orbed them to Chris's bedroom. Once there he set Chris down gently on his bed and tried healing him immediately. The familiar glow set his fingers alight and he pushed them against his brother's chest. Minutes passed and Chris remained the same; pale, shaky and looking ready to vomit at any moment.
"It's not working," Wyatt spoke in a disbelieving tone. How could it not work? His healing had never failed him before and now when he needed it most it wasn't working.
"Of course not," Chris answered his unspoken question. Wyatt's head snapped to stare into his brother's almost mocking green eyes. Chris was laughing at him.
Wyatt had no time to be angry with Chris for attempting to heal him; he only had time to be concerned for his younger brother. "Why won't it work?" He questioned Chris but the brunette merely smiled at his older brother. The smile sent chills up Wyatt's spine.
"I swear to fucking God Chris if you don't tell me then I'll-"
"You'll what?" Chris wheezed but he might as well have been shouting. Silenced followed except for Chris's consistent wheezing and coughing. Wyatt sat there looking at his younger brother and could not believe he never noticed it before.
"You're trying to kill yourself," Wyatt said.
Chris looked at Wyatt straight in the eye with no denial or acceptance of the statement revealing itself but even with Chris's emotionless mask he knew that his brother had already figured him out. Still he couldn't help but try and throw Wyatt off his trail.
"Come on, who tries to kill himself this way?"
"Someone who doesn't want me to notice… I just thought you were depressed, I didn't know you would go this far," Wyatt mumbled to himself, completely out of it.
Chris let his brother ramble to himself in favor of closing his eyes in order to stop the room from spinning. His limbs ached and he was sure that his stomach was starting to eat itself.
Wyatt's voice startled Chris out of his thoughts, "How could you do this to me?"
Chris opened his eyes and was shocked. Wyatt had tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Chris had never seen his brother cry, not even when they were younger. He knew that Wyatt had cried at times but he never did in front of Chris and Chris was glad. He couldn't stand people crying, especially those he was close to.
Chris swallowed his guilt and said the only, truly honest thing he had ever said in his entire life, "Because for once I had to do something for myself."
Chris paced around the mansion with Wyatt silently trailing behind him. Chris had already checked all the windows and doors, even though he knew they wouldn't work in the first place. He had tried saying some teleportation spells but he found that his voice was lost just before he could mutter the last line. He tried everything he could think of, hell he had even thrown his shoe through one of the windows but before he could even try and climb through the hole it fixed itself instantaneously.
Wyatt had watched everything in amusement and even chuckled at the shoe attempt. He loved watching Chris trying to escape. He liked to see Chris determined to prove him wrong and he loved the look of defeat that entered Chris's eyes when he realized there was no escape and sooner or later Chris would realize that he was destined to be with him.
"So how am I supposed to get any fresh air if I can't even open a window?" Chris asked, annoyance lacing his voice. Wyatt smirked and with a small wave of his finger all the windows in the house opened a bit. Chris's eyes widened at his smirking brother's actions. He couldn't possibly have... no, it was too easy.
"Let me guess, I'll end up inside the house even though I crawl through the window."
Wyatt grinned, "Oh Chris you know me so well."
"You're such an asshole," Chris puffed out his cheeks in annoyance and headed towards the kitchen.
Wyatt, still grinning, followed Chris to find him rummaging through the fridge for something to eat.
"I can have one of my servants make you something to eat if you're hungry-"
"No fucking thank you. I can make my own goddamn food without some demon spewing shit all over it," Chris snapped, taking out some bread and jelly before slamming the fridge door shut. "Where do you keep the peanut butter?"
Wyatt waved his hand without a word making a peanut butter jar appear on the table. Chris went about making a sandwich while Wyatt watched him the entire time.
"You know the whole intense staring is really creepy," Chris deadpanned while taking a huge bite out of his peanut butter and jelly.
"You know I don't care, right?"
Chris stopped his eating to give Wyatt a look and it took the blond a moment to register what the look was. It was sorrow.
"Yeah… I know."
Chris threw out the rest of his sandwich and without warning picked up the trashcan and hurled it at the window. Wyatt stood there stunned as the window shattered into pieces and Chris made a leap towards it.
Terrified that Chris might actually escape; Wyatt made a last minute attempt at pulling Chris back with his telekinesis.
Chris could almost taste freedom until he felt himself flying in the opposite direction he had intended. He shielded his head from impact as he came crashing down to the marble floor. Blood dribbled down his chin as he bit his lip in order to sustain the grunt threatening to escape his lips.
Anger filled his every being as he quickly fixed the window with a thought and knelt down next to Chris who was still disoriented from the fall.
Chris blinked his eyes a couple of times to rid himself of the stars floating around his head when he felt two hands wrap around his throat cutting off his air supply.
He tried to breathe, to say something, to do anything but Wyatt's hands only tightened and his surge of magical power left Chris feeling too weak to do anything. He looked into his brother's eyes and saw no trace of the human being he knew was still inside his brother. He only saw the cold source who did not allow intolerance and Chris was pretty sure his desperate attempt at escape was an act of intolerance.
"Don't ever try that again," Wyatt snarled, his icy blue gaze never leaving Chris's face. Chris nodded once, choking on air and was sure his face was turning blue.
Wyatt finally released his grip and Chris had never felt so grateful for oxygen before in his life. He gasped and took in plentiful gulps of air but his lungs still felt deprived and he could still feel Wyatt's grip on his neck even though it wasn't there anymore.
Wyatt felt a twinge of guilt looking at his younger brother trying to catch his breath but he didn't feel it for long. He had to let Chris know that if he tried to escape from him that there would be consequences to pay.
Still out of the anger and guilt Wyatt felt more betrayed than anything. How could Chris do this to him? He had given Chris everything and yet his brother still threw it back in his face in favor of complete strangers. Complete fucking strangers. Chris was all Wyatt had and he would be damned if gave him up. Whether Chris wanted it or not he would be with him. There was no way out of it and Wyatt had to make sure Chris knew that.
Chris's breathing finally returned to normal and he looked up at his brother with astonishment and hatred in his eyes. They said nothing to each other.
Chris picked himself up, stumbling slightly, and walked out of the kitchen without so much as a glance at his older brother.
"Something for yourself? What are you talking about?" Wyatt questioned hysterically, desperate for a non-cryptic answer.
"Everything I have ever done with my life has been for you and for once I needed to do something for myself." Chris explained, tears filling his own eyes. Damn, he didn't want to cry.
"So this is your fucking answer, killing yourself?" Wyatt cried, betrayal filling his gut. "You're an idiot!"
Chris laughed lightly as fresh tears spilled down his cheeks, "Yeah… I guess I am."
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A/N: Thanks for reading! Sorry for the short chapter. ^^;
Also, in case it wasn't clear before but in the flashback Chris was attempting suicide through starvation. He wanted to commit suicide without Wyatt noticing and he was hoping that Wyatt would write off his not eating as depression since this flashback is set a little after Piper's death.