Thank you everybody who reviewed :D Yay! Another chapter up. I will warn you this chapter may tear you up...Anyway, I'll let you read on. It's set at the end of the week of supension just so you don't get confused.

Boarding School Hell

"When? What! Ok, ok, thanks, I'm on my way over." Chris hung up the telephone and looked to his lover, "Change of plan. I need to get to the hospital…"

"You ok?" Wyatt put his bag down as he saw a look of worry flash through his lover's green eyes. Chris diverted his eyes away from the Halliwell, feeling his chest tighten and a lump grown at the back of his throat.

"I've just got to…I need to…I just…" Chris broke down, feeling his world crash around him, "It's my grandpa, that was the hospital…he's had…a…a…a turn…for the worse." Wyatt frowned as he wrapped his arms around his brunette lover. They were getting ready to go back to school, but Chris was right he did need to get to the hospital.

"C'mon then, let's go now."

Once they got to the hospital, the two lovers stood outside the door.

"You can wait outside if you want," Chris sighed heavily, bracing himself for what he was about to find out, "With your dad here and…"

"Screw that, I'm coming in, you can't face this alone," Wyatt shook his head, "We'll just tell him that they let me come with you if we see him." But the blonde 17-year-old just hoped his father was not in today, maybe it was his day off.

As the two walked through the hospital, towards the room that Chris was told to go to, Wyatt kept an eye out for his father. Chris needed someone to come with him. I would have called but it was a spur of the moment thing. Hopefully Leo would buy that, maybe not Piper, Wyatt could never lie to his mother, but he never did a bad job with his father, then Leo could be the one to tell Piper if it came up.

Chris sensed his blonde lover just behind him, there for him as soon as he needed him. He had never had someone do this for him before. First, Wyatt got himself suspended and now he was risking trouble with his dad by coming with him, ready to help him through the worst. Chris stopped at the room, the room that he had been in just a week ago, but now the man looked nothing like who he really was. His grandfather had changed so much, and in just a week, it was heartwrenching. He was a quarter of the man he really was, and Chris felt his breathing getting harder as the tears threatened to spill over the rim of his eyes. The 17-year-old stayed in the doorway, staring at his grandfather, now understanding why the hospital had called. There was a change for the worst, there were machines all around to help his grandfather breath, but they were no use. Chris could tell he just wanted to give in. His body was frail, his eyes just looking like two dark holes. As he felt a hand on his shoulder he took a deep breath, stepping over the threshold and over to the hospital bed.

"Grandpa?" Chris managed to choke out, but he could tell that the cancer had taken over the man's body. He could no longer talk, and Chris doubted he really knew who he was, "Grandpa, it's me, Chris." The man's eyes looked at the brunette and strangely seemed to smile through the black rings around them, Chris looked into the old man's blue-green eyes seeing that it was the only thing left that resembled his grandfather's spirit, "Hey," Chris did not know what to say, what can you say to a dying man? The 17-year-old brunette knew his grandfather was dying, he did not need to be told by the hospital, he knew that all his grandfather wanted was to see Chris before is gave up the fight against the cancer. Maybe that was what Chris needed to tell him, that it was ok to give up. But it was not ok to give up, then Chris would be left alone, he would be alone in the world. The Perry closed his eyes tight, trying to stop the tears from falling, but it did not help since as soon as his eyes were opened, more tears formed and fell anyway. He gripped his grandfather's withered hand, everything was withered now. He looked like he had not eaten in months, but that was not true, though Chris knew what had happened, the cancer had eaten away at the man's body, "I love you," Chris managed to choke out, his voice weak and quiet, shocking himself. He felt Wyatt just behind him, ready to catch him when his grandfather gave him, he just had to tell him it was ok, that he would not blame him, but he did not know whether he could.

"It's ok," Chris finally said, "You can let go, say hi to mom and dad for me, and grandma and…" Chris sighed to stop his voice from breaking, "I love you, I really love you grandpa." He felt his grandfather's grasp tighten, and knew he was trying to say 'I love you' back. Chris could not watch as his grandfather closed his eyes for his last time and then the monitors began to beep in one continuous tone. As doctors ran in, Chris staggered back, his breathing erratic as his blonde haired lover pulled him towards him.

Wyatt held the brunette as he cried, his own eyes watering at the scene, as the doctors pronounced the time of death. That was when his vision focused on one doctor, a blonde haired one, one that he was hoping he would not see.

"Wyatt what are you doing here?" The doctor shouted at the teenager as the doctors began to leave and the body was covered, "Outside now."

"Dad…" Wyatt protested, but now was not the time or the place. He pulled Chris away from him and looked into his teary green eyes, "Do you want to stay here or come with me?"

"Don't leave me alone." Chris shook his head. Wyatt sighed with a nod and then looked at his father, who was still scowling. As Leo stepped out of the room, Wyatt stayed with Chris. He knew he was going to be in some trouble, until he 'explained' his lie, but Chris was more important right now. He had just lost his last family member. The blonde teen began to lead the Perry out of the room, knowing that Leo was waiting for him, but did not care. He could not care less if his father found out the truth now, he just needed to be there for his boyfriend.

"What are you doing here, Wyatt?" Leo asked firmly, "Please don't tell me you got into trouble again?"

"No dad," Wyatt lied, why did he find it so easy to lie to his father, yet it was like Hell to lie to his mother? "The school got a call about Chris' grandfather, you know my roommate Chris…" He saw Leo nod his head with a frown, "Well, he couldn't go on his own, he was all Chris had left, so I said I'd come with him."

"And the school let you?"

"Under the circumstances, yes." They probably would have let him under the circumstances, it made some sense, but he had to get Leo to believe that so he did not call the school. Chris still had to inform them, and sort out the funeral and…there was going to be so much he had to do, and he would be all alone in doing it.

"Why didn't you warn me?"

"I couldn't call," Wyatt shook his head, "Chris got a call this morning and we came straight out since he was told to get here as soon as possible."

Leo seemed to buy the excuse, after all he did know about Chris' situation, although he had never realised that he was Wyatt's roommate at school. He nodded his head as he went back to work.

"When are you going back? I can tell your mom you're…"

"It's ok dad, I'll stay with Chris and…" But Wyatt did not need to say anymore, Leo understood. His pager beeped, stopping the conversation.

"I have to get back to work."

"I'll see you later, dad." Wyatt waved, the story of his life, his father always having to go back to work. The Halliwell sat down with his lover, as they watched the body being taken from the room. He could feel Chris' breathing growing again, the tears were coming back, "Hey, it's ok, I'm here." He soothed to his lover. He had to get him out of the hospital and back home. He needed to get a hold of the school for Chris, explain the situation, help Chris organise everything…this was something a 17-year-old should not have to go through, Chris really had been dealt a crappy hand in the game of life.

The two teens had finally got back to the apartment. Wyatt led the eldest teen over the threshold and closed the apartment door.

"Go and lay down, Chris," he sighed, "I'll call school." Thinking that the Perry would follow his instructions, he walked straight over to the telephone and dialled the number for the school principal, to explain everything that had happened. Once he was told he should stay with Chris and take another week off, until the funeral, Wyatt hung up the phone and turned around to see Chris in the doorway of a room, but it was not his room, it was his grandfather's.

"Chris?" Wyatt called out, rubbing his eyes. He was tired, but he needed to look after the grieving teen. He walked behind his lover and wrapped his strong arms around his waist.

"He's really gone." He heard a small whisper coming from the teen, causing him to swallow hard to get rid of the lump growing at the back of his throat.

"You wanna talk?" Wyatt asked, he had never lost anyone yet, and was struggling with how Chris would be dealing with it, what he would need, what he could do to help. Luckily, Chris seemed to answer his questions by turning around and kissing him.

"Thanks."

"What for?"

"Being there for me today, looking out for me." Chris' heart began to race as he looked into his lover's blue eyes. His feelings were growing for him, and he realised from today just how much Wyatt meant to him, he was just unsure of how Wyatt felt and then whether the feelings were real, or he was just trying to latch onto something now that his grandfather had gone.

"I'm always going to be here for you, Chris." Wyatt replied, running his hand through Chris' brunette mop of hair and down his cheek, never breaking eye contact. The brunette 17-year-old finally broke it to kiss the younger of the two on the lips, snaking his tongue between Wyatt's lips. He allowed lust to take over him and pushed Wyatt to the sofa, straddling him as they both landed on it.

"Chris…" Wyatt tried to speak, but Chris stopped him, continuously kissing him while unfastening his shirt, "Chris…" Wyatt knew the buttons of his shirt were being unfastened, and put his hands to Chris' hands to stop him, but the brunette's kisses just got more passionate, causing Wyatt to forget how to stop Chris' hands just for a moment. As the Halliwell got his senses back, he realised his shirt had been completely unbuttoned and now Chris had moved onto his jeans, struggling to unfasten the buttons. The Perry had stopped kissing him, to see what he was doing, but it just gave Wyatt the advantage. The blonde teen grabbed the other's wrists with one hand and placed the other hand on his chest to hold him back, "Chris are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes." The brunette tried to move in for another kiss, but Wyatt still held him back.

"Are you positive, because with everything that's happened today, maybe you should just go to bed, sleep on it and…"

"I just need things to be normal."

"Not going to happen if you sleep with me tonight," Wyatt shook his head, trying to make some sense, "You need to grieve."

"And I will do," Chris nodded his head, "Tomorrow." Again, Chris tried to kiss his lover, but was held back still, "Wyatt…"

"No, not tonight, you need to start grieving…"

"I don't want to start grieving," Chris shouted out, "If I start grieving then what happened today was all real. My grandpa's dead and I've got nobody…nobody in my life." Chris got up from the couch, as his anger came to the surface, "There's nobody to look out for me, nobody to tell me when I've done something wrong, I'm all alone…"

"No you're not, you've got me. I'm here for you," Wyatt stood up and looked into his lover's eyes, "I'm never going to leave you."

"I don't want to be alone Wy," Chris began to cry softly, "I can't be alone. My grandpa helped me through so much, he was there after my folks died, and now he's gone and there's no-one to help me."

"I'll help as much as I can," Wyatt soothed, pulling the Perry in for a hug, "Talk to me, scream at me…anything you feel like doing, I'm here and I can help."

As Chris sobbed, Wyatt stood in silence, holding the elder as his body shook.

"Come on," Wyatt finally whispered, "Come to bed."

Chris allowed himself to be led to his bed, and stayed in Wyatt's arms, crying until his body was too exhausted to cry anymore. Once that happened, he laid in silence, while Wyatt stroked his back and neck. Chris did not want to sleep, he did not want to go to his dreams where his nightmares had come true, but his body's needs took over.

Wyatt watched over his lover for as long as he could that night, watching the teen sleep until he himself gave into the exhaustion from the day.

ok, very sad chapter, but don't worry the next one will be lighter. To be honest, I'm thinking of skipping the funeral. I hate funerals, and can never write them (mainly because I don't like thinking about them), so there won't be any more heavy, depressing stuff for a long while...if you guys are ok with that.