A/N: Hey everyone, sorry it's been a while since my last update but I've been busy with life, you know how that tends to get in the way haha. Thanks for everyone who's sticking with me; I appreciate each and every one of my readers! 3
I hope you enjoy. =)
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Chris sat upright in the hospital bed, turning up the volume on the TV to the highest setting to further drive his point home to the doctor. He did not want to talk about it.
Dr. Peters sighed in defeat at her current patient, who couldn't be more fucking annoying if he tried. His green eyes were looking straight ahead of him, avoiding complete eye contact with her. His face was devoid of any emotion but Dr. Peters could tell he was being defiant by his posture. He wouldn't talk to her no matter what.
"Alright Chris, I'm gonna have someone do an EKG test on you to see if your heart is functioning properly. Is there anything else I can do for you in the meantime?" Dr. Peters said, looking at Chris expectantly but when she received no answer or an indication of him ever giving her one she left the room quietly. She strained her ears to catch any sign of acknowledgment from the brunette but the only sound to meet her ears was the voices on the TV.
Chris laid on the couch, the remote hanging loosely in one hand and his glazed eyes trying to focus on the flickering screen of the television. Over 1000 channels and nothing was on… well except for shows pledging their undying allegiance to Lord Wyatt but Chris doubted anyone actually watched that shit. He sure as hell didn't want to.
Dark orbs filled the dark room with little light but Chris paid them no mind. He didn't look up to the visitor and asked him sarcastically, "Is there any show on TV that doesn't have the phrase "Our wonderful Lord Wyatt.""
Wyatt smirked at Chris' comment and replied, "I don't think so… I have some old shows on DVD if you want me to bring them in."
Instead of the usual sarcastic, or hostile, reply Wyatt expected Chris said, "Can you really, cause that'd be great." Wyatt was surprised to see genuine interest on Chris' face.
"Do you still like Scrubs?"
"No, I simply decided I hate the show since you took over the world."
Ah, there was the sarcasm. Wyatt smiled slightly, "I'll have someone bring it over later."
"Thanks," Chris turned off the TV not being able to stand the endless praise of this new fucked up world. He sat up slowly, running a hand tiredly through his messy hair. He glanced warily at Wyatt but the blond was looking off somewhere.
It had been a week since Chris had been kidnapped by Wyatt and also since their fight. Well it was more one-sided honestly, considering Chris couldn't even fucking touch Wyatt without being choked. Chris had tried everything he could think of, he even shouted to his whitelighter but he realized after losing his voice from shouting that his whitelighter couldn't orb into the house or probably even hear his cries. Everything he did was in vain; Wyatt finally caught him. Chris had never known true panic till the day he realized this. He had even started to hyperventilate and Wyatt, sensing his panic, had come in to calm him down but of course that only made it worse. Chris had never felt more like a trapped animal before. He felt pathetic and useless and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.
Wyatt looked down at his younger brother. Chris' eyes were far away and his face was softened for once but it wasn't the kind of expression Wyatt wanted to see on Chris' face. It was a look of self-hatred and if anyone could relate with that it was Wyatt. When Wyatt had first decided he would become the Source he was filled with self-loathing. He felt as if he had turn his back on his family, especially his dead mother who had raised him in the whole good vs. evil concept and had died for that concept. His mother had given everything up for the never-ending fight; she had even left her own two sons to fend for themselves.
That very thing convinced Wyatt that this never-ending fight would end but not with the concept of good vs. evil but with the concept of power. He would use his power to save his future and more importantly Chris'. Chris was the only thing that ever mattered to him after his mother died. The only person he ever wanted. He needed Chris otherwise there was no point to anything.
"Did you want something or were you just popping by to say, "Hey how's life being my prisoner?"" Chris asked, getting up, and began shuffling his feet towards the kitchen.
"The latter," Wyatt replied.
"Well it's just fucking pleasant, thanks for asking."
Chris went over to the coffee machine, filling his mug to the brim with steaming hazelnut coffee. He took a tentative sip and smiled slightly at the taste.
Wyatt smiled, watching Chris. He was glad to see a smile on his brother's face, a rare sight these days.
"I also came by to ask if you wanted anything," Wyatt said.
Chris was about to reply with something stupid but closed his mouth in favor of actually thinking the offer over.
"Yeah, could you bring me something to read and a laptop?"
Wyatt frowned, "Why do you need a laptop?"
"I want to write a book called Life: Trapped. It'll be a bestseller," Chris deadpanned, taking another sip out of his mug and sat on top of the counter top since he was tired of standing.
"Why do you really want it?"
Chris sighed dramatically, "Okay you got me I wanted to update my facebook status to "I'm a witch lol." Can you imagine what people would say? The scandal."
"I'll bring you a book but not a laptop, what book do you want?" Wyatt ignored Chris' comment.
Chris took another sip of his coffee before responding, "Harry Potter."
Wyatt looked at him, "Are you fucking serious?"
"I actually am," Chris, said seriously, "I happen to like books about magic."
"It's not real-"
"It's not? Jesus Christ Wyatt way to ruin my fucking childhood. Now I'm scarred for life!" Chris interrupted, throwing in hand movements to emphasize his outburst.
Wyatt, ignoring Chris' sarcastic comment once again, inquired, "Why do you want to read Harry Potter?"
Chris shrugged, "I dunno. Nothing else comes to mind and I haven't exactly been to Barnes & Noble lately to find any new books."
"You could go anywhere you want if you would just stop resisting me," Wyatt said, his eyes narrowing into slits as he thought about it.
Chris' typical playfulness left him as he snapped, "Don't go there."
"Why the fuck not? You know as well as I do that it's just a matter of time before you realize that you were meant to be with me. I just hope sooner than later for your sake," Wyatt snarled, anger boiling up inside him.
Chris set his mug on the counter, hopped it himself and walked right up to Wyatt till he was a mere two feet away from him. "Are you threatening me?"
Blue eyes alight with rage, Wyatt backhanded Chris across the face and the brunette seemed stunned for a moment before regaining his composure and squaring up to Wyatt. "Do not talk to me like that," Wyatt growled, his words practically egging Chris on and just like he expected Chris tried to telekinetically throw Wyatt across the room. Luckily Wyatt was ready for it. He managed to stop himself being thrown across the room by sheer force of will and only skidded back a couple of feet.
Wyatt retaliated by throwing Chris across the room telekinetically and unlike him Chris wasn't prepared for it. The brunette flew backward and his head connected with the counter. An undignified yelp escaped his lips and the room spun as he pushed himself into a sitting position.
He heard a roaring sound and barely made out Wyatt's words over it. Wyatt said something about not wanting to fight and then the rest tuned out to Chris. He felt a pair of strong arms support his back and soon after a soft wetness caress his lips. Disorientated, it took him a moment to realize that Wyatt was kissing him and he weakly tried to push the older boy off but Wyatt easily overpowered him. He laid him gently on the ground and continued to move his lips against Chris' own protesting ones. The room continued to tilt on its axis and Chris felt sick to his stomach, for multiple reasons.
His arms were pushing Wyatt but after a minute of trying, Wyatt pinned his hands down so he couldn't resist. He hated to admit that a sick, fucked up part of him was enjoying Wyatt being so gentle with him. Ever since he turned Wyatt had been anything but gentle and the thought of all the things Wyatt had done to Chris before overwhelmed. He felt a prickling sensation at the back of his eyes and blinked back the tears threatening to cascade down his face. He wouldn't cry, especially not in front of Wyatt.
The blond stopped kissing him and Chris gasped for air, forgetting to breathe during the kiss. "Chris I love you so much and you continue to push me away, why can't you just choose me?" Wyatt asked and he sounded so fucking vulnerable. Chris' vision was finally starting to fix itself and he could see Wyatt's face. It was twisted in pain and nervousness. Nervous that Chris would continue to reject him and in pain from all the times Chris had caused him pain. Maybe it was Chris' fault Wyatt had ended up like this, maybe he was the real monster because this man on top of him couldn't possibly be when he looked… looked so human.
"I-I don't know," Chris stuttered out, confused and wanting nothing more than to see that looked wiped off of Wyatt's face. It hurt to see him like that and it was making it difficult to differentiate between the Source and his Wyatt. If he couldn't tell the difference anymore than what did he actually know? Maybe everything he knew was wrong and he was just some delusional kid. He needed this differentiating, he needed something that he knew was real because everything seemed like a dream at that moment and he was just floating. He needed to be brought back down to Earth.
Wyatt looked genuinely shocked at Chris' response. He was expecting anger, sarcasm and more anger but not confusion and certainly not that answer. Maybe Chris was finally coming back to him, maybe he was finally realizing that he never should've left him in the first place. Wyatt couldn't help but feel hopeful but he was brought out of his daze when he heard Chris whimper, "My head hurts."
He looked down to his younger brother and slowly climbed off of him. He helped Chris into a sitting position and noticed that back of Chris' hair matted with blood. Wyatt quickly put his hands to the back of Chris' head and the familiar golden glow lit his fingertips. Chris' head healed in a matter of seconds and Wyatt couldn't help but notice that his healing only ever worked when healing Chris, never anyone else. He thought he had given up that power when he became the Source but he could still heal because of Chris. Chris was the only thing that brought some of the old him back and he still hadn't decided whether or not that was a good thing.
Chris shakily stood up, unfamiliar emotions swirling around inside him, and announced, "I'm gonna go lay down," in a voice just as shaky as his standing.
He began walking away, expecting Wyatt to follow him or even attack him again but the blond flamed out when Chris' back was turned. Chris didn't know if he was relieved or not, all he knew was that he felt sick to his stomach and he actually did need to lay down.
"Hi Chris, I'm Dr. Berkley. I'm the hospital's psychiatrist. I have a few questions for you if don't mind me asking," Dr. Berkley smiled warmly and Chris returned the gesture with his own uninterested look.
Upon receiving no reply Dr. Berkley kept talking as if Chris had answered, "So I'm never one to beat around the bush so I'll just get right to it, why did you try to kill yourself Chris?"
"Why do you think?" Chris replied, a challenge underlying his words and Dr. Berkley merely smirked at it.
"I would say it's because your mother died about 3 months ago."
"Gee aren't you just the fucking brightest doctor here?" Chris replied but Dr. Berkley ignored the comment.
"Do you think your mother wants you to commit suicide?" She questioned.
"Please don't," Chris groaned, "That's so cliché. Can't you be more original?"
Dr. Berkley smiled, "I wasn't doing the whole routine. I was merely asking about your mother. I don't know her; maybe she does want you to commit suicide, how the hell would I know?"
"I think that was the farthest thing from my mother's mind when she slowly bled out on the kitchen floor," Chris nastily remarked, not showing his own horror at what he had just said.
Dr. Berkley didn't miss a beat, "I think the same. But you know just because your mother's dead, doesn't mean you are too."
Chris looked at her, "Lady, just shut the fuck up."
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A/N: Thanks for reading everyone! =) Again sorry for the delay, but I hope everyone had a great New Years!