DISCLAIMER:
Chris, would you please turn the heating off it's already about 40° C ( 104°F ) outside. You are tormenting me, so I can't work this way.
Chris: You speaking about being tormented! Have you looked at your story lately!
So who's the one being tortured here?
By the way I'm just helping you to get in the right mood for the story…you know the heat wave you've invented and all the other crappy stuff.
I'm just helping! ( +winks innocently+)
So that's enough…I'm going to write in the basement from now on. Maybe it inspires me for a nice little dungeon scene. Hah!
Chris: Oh no!
So now go and find your brother! We need to get over with the disclaimer or we all will get lynched by enraged disclaimer-haters!
Chris: WYATT!
Wyatt (+orbs in+): What's up bro?
Chris: Disclaimer-time!
Both: Ladies … and gentlemen, it's an honour to us…to be here today.First we'd like to thank our mom that she produced two so handsome, good looking guys…and our dad for all that cooooooool powers…and mom too…yeah, mom too.
We thank the writers, who brought us on TV (despite the one who KICKED. US. OUT.!)
We don't thank the author of this story! We don't belong to dragonsflyfree and have to play in the story nevertheless…
But we proudly accept the price for the worst disclaimer ever… (+wink with a golden trashcan+)… and vanish before one of the sharp, painful objects dragons throws at us since we started the disclaimer, hits us.
So have a good time (+orbing away+)
Chapter ten / part five
…Wyatt was about to close the door again, as something sticky at the tip of his shoe caught his attention.
"What the hell…?" He exclaimed.
Chris congealed behind the boxes. Was he hallucinating? He had heard his brother's voice. But how?
The shivering whitelighter gathered all his strength left, to cry out his brother's name. All what actually escaped his aching throat was a faint croaking.
The source needed no experts to find out that the sticky substance at the floor had to be blood. He had seen a lot of it since he had regained power over the city.
So his awareness was increased and his senses wide awake as a barely audible sound was to be heard from behind some boxes.
The demons-lord ripped the stack away in one telekinetic movement.
What he saw made even the source go rigid in shock for a few seconds.
"Shit,shit,shit!" He cried at the view of Chris lying limp in a pool of his own blood – just like their mother once did.
There was no image he feared more in his life!
In an instant he knelt down and started to heal his brother.
There was only a small and faint glow coming from his outstretched hands, and Wyatt's desperate struggles to heal had only small effects to the huge wound on his brother's neck.
He would loose him!
The younger ones life was fading fast out of his eyes.
"NO! " Wyatt yelled. "Not yet! Why in all gods names right now!"
He had always known that healing was a power of good. He knew it would eventually fail the same as the last good in him dwindled away as well.
Now he was about to pay the highest price for his choice – his new life: The live of his beloved brother.
But he would not let that happen!
NEVER!
"Go to the dungeons!" he yelled at the two demons that loitered at the door-frame knowing that there was no sense in fleeing.
"Bring me every whitelighter or elder you can find! Shit, bring me everyone able to heal RIGHT NOW!"
The demons nodded anxiously and flamed away.
The only thing Wyatt was left to do now was to hold his half conscious brother. He tried to keep him alive by talking softly to him, even if he wasn't sure if his voice would help to keep Chris with him, or if it drove him only farther away.
He didn't know that he had some more help from a higher realm…
…
Chris heard voices – soft comforting voices, that seemed to flow together in his head to a soft blanket of words.
He felt his consciousness slowly fading and became strangely light. The boy was transfused from happiness he wouldn't ever held possible to feel in his life again.
Heaven was not the "Follow-the-light–thing" he had expected.
Heaven was the face of his mother.
Warm, tender hands cupped his face, and her voice melted into his conscience.
"Hey, peanut!"
"M…mom?"
"What are you doing here son?"
"Mom!"
"Sure sweetie, you're with us. But your time isn't up. It simply can't be! You've got so much left to do.
You've got a life to live!"
"But I want to stay with you, mum. It feels so good! Maybe it's the right thing?"
"Oh Chris, you don't know how much I love you – how much we love you! There is nothing I wish more than to hold my baby again. But it would be selfish. You have to go back now. You have to!"
"Mum…" was all the youngest Halliwell managed to finally choke out his voice raw of unshed tears.
"I love you, my son! You're so brave and we are all so proud of you.
Keep on fighting! Keep on for me, please!" Pipers voice whispered from far away as her shape slowly faded.
Chris felt the warming touch of his mother's hands like a sweet memory as he was once again surrounded by lonesome blackness.
He was absolutely sure, that he was still alive, as the pain of his injuries hit him with full force.
The whitelighters eyes shot open, and he tried once more to scream, but out of his throat came only a weak gurgling.
"That's the way, little one!
Stay with me! Don't you dare to die now!...
…where the hell have the damn minions got bogged down?"
One of his sent out underlings flamed in immediately and bowed before his lord.
"We're searching for someone with healing powers down in the dungeons, but I'm afraid to report that your lordship has already killed every whitelighter and elder we've ever captured!"
"No, that can't be! Noooooo!" Wyatt screamed while he dashed an angry fireball into the next wall.
The demon besides him crouched inside of himself and let out a weak whimper.
"There is only…!"
"Don't bother me with longish explanations. My brother is running out of time! Get that healer here! NOW!"
"Yes mylord!" The demon answered frightful while flaming out.
Wyatt held his little brother for all that was good.
This was so crazy: On the one hand he had been prepared to possibly kill his brother if he would refuse to join him. On the other hand, being without him was the worst thing he could imagine.
For one timeless moment the rules of this world had been repealed.
In this tiny moment it was only a brother holding another – as it ever should have been.
The moment was much too soon bygone as the demons flamed in again.
They held a dirty and dishevelled figure struggling between them.
Wyatt's eyes widened as he became aware, who the healer was, that the two had found down in one of his deepest dungeons. Straight out of one of the cells where the captives were put to vanish for eternity.
"Father" He spoke at long last with a restored ice-cold voice.
Leo stayed calm and looked straight into the sources eyes. There had been too much he went through, to be frightened of the source evermore.
"Heal him! He's running out of time!"
Leo was horrified about the state his youngest son was in.
After being released out of the demons grip, he immediately kneeled down besides Chris.
"Christopher!...Hey Chris, look at me! Can you hear me? It's me! Dads here!"
"He can't hear you! Now get into action or he's going to die!" Wyatt's voice was now bare of any emotion.
Leo stared into Wyatt's eyes with pure anger
"I can't!" He stated. "And if he dies it will be your fault Wyatt!"
"Why do you refuse to heal him? You've always healed him, no matter in what relation- or better non-relationship the two of you were. You can't be that cruel. And don't you dare blaming me with that!"
Leo simply stretched out his right arm for an answer. The crusty wristband he wore had bitten deep into his wrist and witnessed of the long time of captivity the elder must have endured.
As Wyatt saw the power-blocking band, he became aware, that Leo indeed wasn't able to heal his son. No matter how much he longed to. ´
Wyatt turned to his demons: "You stay here and take care of him. Don't let him try anything stupid – and that means not to harm or kill him! Did you two morons understand that this time?"
"Yesmylord!" They answered eagerly while the source shimmered away.
Leo started immediately to take care of his injured son. With skilled hands he applied pressure on the still harshly bleeding wound at the neck.
Chris groaned and started wriggling but gained no full consciousness. The schooled sight of a medic told him that his youngest was nearer to death then to life.
"Hold on" He mumbled, "just hold on!"
As Wyatt returned, he held an athame like magic tool, which he used to open the elders wristband that fell rattling to the floor.
"Don't try anything stupid. Your son's life depends on it!"
Leo wasted no time with arguing. He didn't even take the second to rub the soreness out of his aching wrist.
As soon as he could reach his son again the familiar healing glow appeared and the wound at Chris neck closed slowly.
The boy took a deep relieved breath and winced in pain.
He didn't dare to move or open his eyes. He concentrated in filling his burning lungs with the urgently needed oxygen again, and tried to push of the thought how furious his brother would be about his escapades. Even if he'd healed him.
Right this moment a powerful light beam hit the elder and Leo was taken upthere again.
Wyatt laughed about the elders. Their cruelty was not to top. They saved Leo because he was one of them, and abandoned his son to suffer his fate at the hands of the source of all evil.
That was true bravery.
He smirked at the thought that he would kill all the remaining few elders as soon as he got the opportunity to do so.
Now he had to focus on Chris!
The confused young whitelighter opened his eyes reluctantly.
How was Wyatt in the end still able to heal him?
His neck still felt a bit sore but despite of it all right. Something you could not say about his shoulders and back.
As he sat up shivering, a searing pain ran trough him.
Was that again one of Wyatt's weird ways to punish him? Chris resolved stubbornly not to squeal about his pains. He would not let his brother have that much of satisfaction.
"Hey easy bro!" Wyatt was almost solicitous.
But that only lasted for the next second.
"What the hell do you think in pulling such a stunt, he? The demons almost killed you!"
In an afterthought he vanquished the two said demons with a simple twinkle of his eyes.
Chris turned his head disgusted away.
"Nah, are we squeamish today, aren't we?" So the roles were back to normal again.
Wyatt helped his brother to stand up a lead him to the next restroom where he took care of the deep gashes with the help of a first aid kit. After summoning a new shirt for Chris, the brothers walked wordless back to the nearby dining room.
Chris was visibly tensed by the thought of what would follow now…
TBC…