A/N: OK here is definitely the penultimate part of "NO!"
So why don't you take the chance to review and get at least one time mentioned in the authors notes…or just simply review to make me smile what would make you muuuuuuuuuuch more appealing !!! Oh and make Chris smile too, he needs it because mommy is on the march!!!
Disclaimer:
Chris: But mooooooooom!
Piper: Don't mom' me, young man. You are packing your things and come home this instant! It can't be true! An under-aged boy living with strange women and his older brother together in this…this…
Wyatt: …loft mom, this is our loft.
Piper: For me it is an old, dirty factory floor. The keyword here is DIRTY! My gosh I will have to check both of your tetanus status, first thing we get home…!
Wyatt: But you can't force me mum. I'm not under-aged anymore.
Piper: Let's see what I can and can't do!
Wyatt: +darkly+ Just go and try it!
Piper: Don't give me that source crap, young man. You are the twice blessed and MY son, by the way. You won't be the source…EVER!
Wyatt: Okay, mom…!
Piper: See how to manage such things Christopher! No running away from home. No suicide missions, no BLOODSHED! Just plain old mommy-power.
Chris: Wow she's still got it!
Wyatt: Oh shut up Chris!
So that's it? Mission ended? Story finished? I understand your feelings Mrs. Halliwell, but isn't it possible that your sons at least end the story here
The readers are going to kill me if we don't finish the story.
Piper: +seeing the pleading eyes of her sons+ All right! But if Chris here doesn't get his happy end, I'm going to blow you up missy!
Deal! I will see what I can do for all of you. Trust me you will like the end
And you know, hence the fact I don't own the two boys, I have the duty to give them the best end I can manage to write. So don't worry, Mrs. Halliwell!
Piper: It's Piper! Just call me Piper. I'm feeling like a seventy years old literature teacher if you call me "Mrs. Halliwell".
Chris: Oh, and Piper…
Piper: +sends him a death-glare+ For YOU still mom, Christopher…!
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Chapter thirteen / part two:
"Shhhhhhhhh!" Piper shooed as the familiar orb jingling threatened to wake up her youngest, who seemed for one time to have found rest in his restless life.
Leo silently stud besides Piper watching the peaceful picture.
"He's finally asleep!" Piper sounded as if she would talk about her baby.
Speaking of whom…
The tiny toddler orbed into his fathers arms as on cue.
But seeing the boy on the couch he wriggled instantly out of Leos hold.
"Geeeeeeee!" Little Wyatt walked on wobbly legs to Chris side who lay, eyes still closed, on the couch a few feet away.
"When did he start walking" asked Leo perplexed
"That's another thing you've missed" Piper stated sad.
"I think we should change a lot of things, Piper…I've made so many mistakes, and you and our children are paying the price…"
"Did you just say children - as in plural…" the astonished charmed one winked at her husband.
"Mhmmm" Leo muttered consentient.
"So you believe him now?"
"How could I ever have not…I mean look at him – sleeping, without all this anger surrounding him – he is a copy of you…"
"…And you!"
"…And me!" Leo grinned, all strains falling off of him.
"Piper do you think I… I mean we…have we got another chance? I don't want him to grow up with all these feelings of anger and abandonment.
And Wyatt too… Maybe that's what contributed in the end to his turning…!"
"Oh Leo, don't go there, let's just simply make it better this time around…"
"You mean…?"
"Yes I do!"
With that Leo slung his arms from behind around the only woman he would ever love, the only reason for him to fight for all what was good in the world…OK, one out of three now…or maybe…
He would have to ask Chris that question sometimes, the elder thought with a widening grin.
…
"Geeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Wyatt was still on his task to reach the sleeping whitelighter.
"Oh no, no, no! Wyatt! Let Chris sleep, honey!" Piper called trying to quieten her little eldest son.
"What is he saying?" Leo asked curious.
"Nothing special. He does this a lot lately. I think it's a sound of excitement…
Come here Wyatt!"
"Let him!...Look!" Leo held his wife back.
"Geee?" Wyatt stood now right in front of Chris slightly slanting his head to the left in mute request to talk to him.
Chris not so much as stirred.
"Geee?" The little boy now laid his head carefully beside Chris´ on the cushion, looking intensively at his closed eyes.
"Leo, I think I know now what he's saying…the "Gee"…its Chris!" Piper whispered still watching, touched by the scene of brotherly affection occurring before her.
Wyatt started to pat the sleeping withelighters back carefully.
"Not now buddy" came the muffled sleepy voice out of the depths of the pillows.
"Go play with mom please!...
Wyatt, stop tickling me!...
Chris is really, really tired, Wy!"
Leo and Piper meanwhile forgot to breathe, looking in bewilderment at their sons.
"Did you see that too Leo? Did you see the light? I mean it was small…could have been the sun or something…!"
"No, I think it's exactly what we think it was."
"It would be his first…"
"…healing!" Leo fulfilled his wives sentence exited.
Piper was meanwhile already rushing to her sons' side.
"Chris! Chris honey, could you wake up for just a moment please!"
"Mmmmh…What? The exhausted whitelighter mumbled but almost instantly as his mind was more awake, Chris started up with a gasp.
"Huh! Something happened?"
"Maybe… yes…! Chris could you please lift your shirt for me, just for a second!"
The whitelighter just that moment recognized his fathers' presence in the room.
He thought Piper wanted to show off his scars to Leo, and was… embarrassed.
"Mom, please!!!"
"Geeee!" Wyatt called while he excitedly nodded approval; instinctively feeling that something significant was happening here.
Seeing the look full of expectation in the toddlers' eyes, Chris turned away from the boy and lifted his shirt so his parents could see his…an unbelieving silence pervaded everyone…
…totally unharmed back…
Better to say it the silence pervaded everyone but Chris…
"What?!" The boy asked in growing annoyance. "It's not like you haven't seen worse before…!"
Piper silently took her sons hand and led him in front of an old, half blind mirror on the opposite wall.
"Look!" She whispered momentarily overcome with a ton of emotions at once.
Carefully the young whitelighter stole a quick glance at his exposed back, something he hadn't done willingly for a long time!
"Oh!" Was all he said…
TBC…