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A/N: After my last chapter I noticed one thing that bothered me. For the most part I completely left little Chris out of the chapter, and I really did not mean to do so. His thoughts and emotions are just as important as the adults, so this next chapter is partially about him. So I hope you all enjoy this.
Chapter 12 Promises Made, Promises Kept
For several days following Chris' eviction from the Halliwell Manor Wyatt walked around as if the world was ending. He knew his parents and aunts would do whatever they could to keep him safe but still… he had had so much faith in Chris for some reason. He had looked up to him, wanted to be like him, and he had trusted him. He no longer knew whom to trust anymore and his entire family could see the turmoil he was in and they all attempted to try to draw him out of the shell he was beginning to lock himself into but nothing they said seemed to work.
But there was one member of the family who was not attempting to speak to Wyatt. The youngest and smallest member of the family had also locked himself away inside his own mind. He had witnessed the scene in the attic and even if he hadn't he would have felt everything that Chris did through their link. He could feel the turmoil and rejection just as if it were he that had been driven away, and he could also feel the hate that Wyatt felt for his older counterpart and that was the defining factor in keeping him away from his brother.
Wyatt walked into the room he shared with his brother and flopped down on his bed uninterested in any of his normal hobbies or pastimes. He stared up to the ceiling at the decorations his mother had added the week before. Planets, stars and constellations of the universe twinkled down at him and he wondered if there were any place in the universe he could go to take himself away from the mess his life had become. Just a few days before his greatest worry had been teaching his little brother how to play and now he found himself faced with the fact that he would someday soon become the greatest evil on earth. It didn't seem quite possible to him. He preferred to imagine that Chris had lied to him, than to believe that he would become a monster in the future.
As he lay there pondering everything he noticed a noise that seemed out of place in the bedroom. He sat up and looked around wondering where that sound had come from. There it was again and he could have sworn that it came from his closet. He wondered if maybe a mouse had taken up residence in there. That would be cool. He never had any pets, and he wanted one desperately and wasn't at all picky about what species it was, well as long as it wasn't a demon that is. For a moment he wondered if maybe he should call for his dad to check out the noise but then he remembered his new power. Couldn't he handle whatever it was? So with that thought he slowly crossed the room and stood in front of the closet door, which stood just slightly ajar but not enough for him to peer inside. So with shaky hands he reached out and slowly pulled the door open.
Instead of some animal making a home of his closet he found his little brother wrapped in a blanket at the bottom of the closet surrounded by several stuffed toys that almost covered his small body. The noise that Wyatt had heard was his bother sniffling as he fiercely attempted to push back the tears that were spilling down his cheeks.
Wyatt was surprised to see the sight. He had assumed that his brother was with his parents but then again he hadn't seen a whole lot of the boy for the last few days, had he? "Wha'cha doing in the closet?" he asked kneeling in front of the boy.
The boy hurriedly wiped the tears from his face and looked down away from Wyatt. "Want to be alone," he said almost too quietly for Wyatt to hear him.
"Why?" his brother asked in confusion. Ever since he had come to stay with them he had not been able to get enough of the family. What made him want to be alone now, Wyatt wondered?
"Don't belong here," he answered again in that tiny, saddened voice.
"Well of course you belong here, Kid. What made you think that ya didn't?" Wyatt asked in an unbelieving voice. He had completely put the idea of his younger brother being Chris out of his mind, not wanting to believe it at all convincing himself that them having the same name had to be just a coincidence.
"I don't want you to hate me, Wyatt," the child admitted as a sob ripped from his mouth.
Wyatt couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I don't hate you, Kiddo." He immediately reached out grabbing his brother's arm and pulled him from the closet wrapping his arms around the youngster protectively. "God, why would you think that I hate you?"
The child cried on his brother's should gripping him tightly for several long minutes and then pulled himself away and stood backing away slightly. He was almost standing in the closet again but he did not attempt to return to his hiding spot just yet. "You hate him," he said wiping the tears away again bitterly.
Wyatt blinked at those words. Of course his brother had seen the conversation with Chris. "But that's a different story. Chris was gonna betray me if he stayed here."
The small boy shook his head and then his face fell as his eyes found the floor. "And what about all the times you betrayed him?"
Wyatt's mouth gaped at that statement not at all sure of what his brother was talking about.
"He grew up with you betraying him. I've seen it in every dream for the past few weeks. I can't help but see it. I know everything he knows. I see what he sees. I have his memories. They confuse me, but I know what you did," the boy choked out trying not to sob at the memories he had seen.
Wyatt was frozen in his spot, unable to move or talk. He hadn't wanted to believe it was true. He wanted his little brother not to be the man he had come to hate. His tongue finally loosened enough to speak. "What do you mean?"
"Do you know what he is doing now, Wy? I do. He's waiting. Waiting for the demon to show up so he can try to stop it. Always waiting. He still wants to save you. To save the brother who hated him for so many years, who broke his nose and then told him that Daddy didn't want to heal him, who teased him for his tears, who choked him nearly to death for telling Daddy the truth about him. He still wants to save you and you hate him for it." He wanted to scream at Wyatt so he'd realize how much he was hurting him but he knew he couldn't do that. He couldn't let the others know, no matter what. They hated Chris just as much as Wyatt did and he knew they might make him go away if they found out the truth.
Wyatt swallowed hard hearing all of the horrible things that he would apparently do to his brother in the future. But that wasn't him. "That's not me, Kid. I won't do that. I promise you I won't."
"That's what he wanted to tell you, but you wouldn't let him. He wanted to tell you that he'd never abandon you no matter what. And he won't. I know he won't. Because I know that I won't. He'll try to save you Wyatt, and if he fails then I'll grow up to be just like him, and I'll try just as he did. You'll be mean to me just like the other you was to him, but I'll still try to save you. And they will all hate me just like they do him and you'll hate me just like you do him but I'll still do it. He won't give up and neither will I." The words had come out in a rush as the child said words that he only halfway understood but they were still there in his mind and he knew they were right and he would do exactly what he said when the time came.
He whirled around with that and again dove into his hiding place where he planned to stay for as long as they would let him. He curled up into a small ball in the corner of the closet with his back to his brother having no intention of speaking to him again any time soon.
Wyatt still kneeled on the floor where he had been when this conversation had started and he felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He had been too concerned with what was to happen to him in the future to even think about the horrors he might do to his little brother, or the things that another version of himself might have already done to the grown up Chris. What horrors had he done to drive the young man to be willing to go through everything he was in the past? How many did he kill? What kind of life had he made for him? There had to be more, he knew. His brother had been having nightmares both day and night for weeks now. And what had he done? He had made his family hate Chris. His words had done that. They hated his little brother and it was his fault. He had to fix it. That was all there was for it. He had to fix everything, starting first with his brother who was curled in the closet before him.
He slowly crawled into the closet moving the toys back until he was sitting right behind his brother. "I'm sorry, Kid," he called softly touching his brother's back which he noticed was shaking under the affect of silent sobs that he was trying to hold back. The boy's body became rigid and he whimpered slightly. "Please, I don't hate you. I love you and I won't ever hurt you, any version of you."
The boy still did not turn to his brother not believing anything he said.
"Please, turn around here," Wyatt pleaded reaching up and running his hand fondly through his brother's hair. "Please, Chris, I don't hate you. You're my brother and I will never hate you."
The child heard him use his real name for the first time and realized that it was a sign of his brother accepting him for who he was and he sat a little straighter as he turned slightly and was surprised to see tears glistening in his brother's eyes too.
Wyatt reached out his hand hoping his brother would accept it and with only a little hesitation the child turned so he could again grab his brother in a fierce hug. They sat like that for a long time with Wyatt just holding his brother offering him the comfort he needed.
"Wy, we have to help him fix this," the child said looking up to his brother's face with utter confidence that they could do just that if they did it together. "I don't know how to do it. But I can't bear to feel his feelings anymore. I want to cry all the time and it hurts here," he said motioning to his chest. "I feel like something is breaking inside."
Wyatt closed his eyes realizing that it was the grown Chris who was feeling like that and his younger self just could not help but pick up on it. "We'll fix it somehow. I promise you, we will."
Neither of them noticed the being that was just outside the closet door listening to them in his invisible form just barely holding back the cackle of delight that threatened to leave his mouth. Oh how much lovely fear and pain he could wring from this family. Now to get the boys separated for just a short while.
He kneeled next to the oldest and whispered into his ear, "Don't you hear her calling you? It's your mother. She wants you. She needs you to come and be her big man again. Leave the young one here. He will be safe for a time."
Wyatt suddenly had the strange urge to go find his mother and see if she needed help with anything. "Hey, I want to go see mom for a while. You'll be okay here," he suggested as he stood and left his confused brother alone in the closet.
Barbas knew he could have easily taken the oldest brother instead of the little one. That was his intended goal in the end. But this way would be so much more fun. All of the fear and pain he would bring to the entire Halliwell family was just too tempting to pass up, and hadn't he been planning this for so very long? Yes, events would unfold just as they had before.
So with that he silently summoned the Necromancer to do his bidding.
Several hours later:
"My God, where can he be?" Piper said her voice full of fear.
"Calm down, Piper. We'll find him. We will," Paige said walking over to the attic window where Piper stood staring out to the street in front of the Manor. She wrapped her arms around her sister trying to offer the slightest amount of comfort.
Phoebe was sitting at the table in the middle of the room with a map and a scrying crystal, trying desperately to block out the emotions that were assaulting her as she attempted to locate her newest nephew.
"How could we let this happen? We were so concerned with finding the demon that gets to Wyatt that we let our guard down. We should have known that killing the Karas demons wouldn't go without repercussions." Piper couldn't believe that they had lost her youngest and hadn't even noticed he was gone. What kind of mother doesn't notice that her son is missing?
Phoebe couldn't take it anymore. The feeling of self-loathing her sister was throwing off was just more than she could stand at the moment. "Piper, this is not your fault. Chris kept harping on us to concentrate on Wyatt and we were so afraid of what he said coming true that we never thought of someone taking his little brother. And it might not have even been a demon. Children get kidnapped every day in America."
Paige gave her sister a look that clearly said 'fat chance' and then pointed something out to burst her bubble. "I think the scrying would have worked by now if he was taken by mortals, Phoebe."
Piper had ignored the comment about a normal kidnapping. Nothing in her life was normal. She was quite sure that her son's abduction would not be an exception to that fact either. "We didn't even notice he was missing, Phoebe. I have no idea how long he's even been gone. What must he think? Maybe that we cared so much more about Wyatt that we wouldn't be there when he needed us." The words ended with a sob that she just couldn't hold back.
"We don't care more about Wyatt and you know that," Paige scolded. "We love both of them the same."
"I know that and so do you, but he's just a child. How can he know that?" Piper knew that her feelings of inadequacy as a mother were not helping them at all but that didn't stop her from feeling them or at this point voicing them rather loudly.
"Listen, we need to worry less about his state of mind and more about finding him right now," Phoebe said trying to bring them back to the task at hand. "This would be so much easier if we knew who took him though," she added sighing deeply as the scrying crystal just swung around and around never landing on any one place.
"Wait. Maybe someone does know. What about Chris? Where do you think he is? We haven't seen him since the other night." Paige asked rather hesitantly, not sure that bringing him up was such a good idea.
"That's probably because Piper kicked him out," Phoebe pointed out under her breath, still not liking that decision. None of them had thought about Chris though. They just figured that after what had happened that he wouldn't dare to try to remove either of the boys from the Manor again. "You don't think that Chris… No, he wouldn't do anything to hurt the little guy. He's not evil."
Paige shook her head rolling her eyes in exasperation. Even if Chris did do some stupid things to get what he wanted and lied to them way too many times she never thought that he would do anything to hurt one of the kids. "No, that's not what I'm saying. But Chris is from the future. He should know who took him, shouldn't he?"
Piper wanted to growl in frustration. Chris was the one subject that she was very sore about at that time after everything he had done and all the lies he had told, not to mention the betrayal of her son that had been predicted. But still if he could help them to find her other son…"Chris!!!!" Piper screamed at the top of her lungs hoping that he wouldn't ignore her call out of spite.
Chris was sitting in complete silence and darkness in the backroom of P3 just waiting. He was still trembling from the nightmare he had just had. The nightmare that had revealed everything to him. The nightmare that told him exactly what he was up against and who was after his brother. But it also told him exactly what had happened to his counterparts the last six times that they had tried to save Wyatt and of the truth behind his betrayal. He also knew today was the day. Somehow deep inside he could feel it. That impending sense of doom that he always felt on the day that Wyatt was taken. He had felt it every time before this and now he knew exactly what it was. Fear, and now he new exactly why it was gripping him so hard. But none of that made any difference now. It was too late to stop what was about to happen.
Within moments Piper would call him and he'd have to go to them. He knew almost exactly what words they would say. He could recite them himself if he wanted to. For some reason no matter what else he changed in this timeline this one day always remained the same.
So what did that mean for them? If the day remained the same Wyatt would still be taken and his younger self would be doomed to do this all over again. He had to somehow change it. But what could he change that would save Wyatt and still bring the boy safely home? Several moments of contemplating brought him no answers, but then it hit him, the one thing he could do, and the one thing he had to do, no matter what the outcome.
So he sighed deeply realizing his only choice and waited for her voice. The voice he loved more deeply than any other in the world even if in this timeline it only spoke harsh words to him.
"Chris!!!!!" it sounded loudly in his ear and with his insides trembling at what he was soon to do he orbed to the Manor.
As his orbs appeared before them they all started speaking at once and he threw both hands up silencing them all. "I already know everything you are gonna say and normally I'd go ahead and play through this but this time is gonna be different, so just save it."
Piper was shocked to hear him say he knew exactly what was happening. "If you knew this was gonna happen why didn't you stop it?" she asked in suspicion and some anger.
Maybe because you kicked him out, Phoebe thought to herself rolling her eyes. Did they even have the right to expect Chris to help them?
But Chris didn't feel that way about it. Whether they knew it or not he would always try to help them if he could, even though at times they didn't realize he was doing so.
"Because, I've tried that before and it made things worse, a lot worse," he answered remembering the one time he had attempted to stop his younger self from being taken. That had been the second worst experience he had ever lived through, only being topped by her eventual death in the future and it still had not stopped Wyatt from being taken. That one time he had tried to change this one occurrence Piper had nearly died in his arms a second time. If not for Leo arriving in time to save her, she would have died a full seven years sooner than she should have and that was something he just couldn't bear to happen.
Piper stared at him for a long moment and could see the almost haunted look in his eyes, so she didn't push it, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to get him to help them anyway. She was about to speak when another set of bright blue and white orbs formed not a few feet from where Chris had just appeared.
"Nothing. The Elders were no help and I tried to sense him from the bridge too," Leo started to speak before his orbs had even completely formed. As he did though, he noticed Chris standing there. "Why is he here?" It was not hard at all to hear the sound of disgust in Leo's voice and even though it might not have been obvious to them Chris couldn't help the slight flinching motion his body made at the sound. In the past few days Leo had went over and over the information they had learned and with each time he thought about it he became angrier and angrier. Chris was going to betray Wyatt. He was the reason that his son would be taken and possibly turned evil. And Leo had trusted him. He had even felt concern for the young man. All being said and done he felt as if he was the one being betrayed.
"Because he knows who took our son and he was just about to tell us," Piper said glaring expectantly at Chris.
Chris looked down steeling himself for what he had to do. "No, no I'm not," he whispered his voice sounding slightly ragged as if he could barely force the words out around the lump that was forming in his throat.
The attic was completely silent for just about two seconds and then Piper and Leo both burst into loud and angry words. "What do you mean, you aren't going to tell us?" Piper shouted angrily. But he did not respond, just as he did not look at her. He couldn't look at her. He was still in so much emotional pain over her throwing him out of the Manor and her anger now was just making it worse and he knew he had to keep his emotions out of this as much as possible or he'd never make it through what he was about to do.
But Leo was not about to just let Chris ignore the question, so he moved forward grabbing Chris by the front of the shirt yanking him forward so their faces were but mere inches apart. "So help me, Chris, if you don't start talking soon, I'm gonna make you wish you really were a Whitelighter." The implication in his words was not hard at all to decipher. Chris was almost positive that Leo would not really kill him but he might make him hurt more than Chris really had the stomach to withstand at the moment, so instead of arguing back he just kept his eyes averted from Leo's and his head down waiting for the first strike he was sure would come.
Phoebe and Paige, though both were angry at Chris' refusal to speak, moved forward to try to separate he and Leo before it came to bloodshed. "Leo, you can't. Stop this," Phoebe called out as she grabbed Leo's arm and tried to pry it from Chris' shirt. In normal everyday life she never felt any emotions coming from Chris but at that very moment all she felt was an overwhelming sense of pain and sadness permeating the room. Normally she would have attributed that feeling to Piper or Leo but not this time. It felt so different than when she felt their emotions. These emotions were more guarded as if the person was trying his hardest to hide them, but it wasn't working this time and she felt the overwhelming urge to cry surrounding her. "Leo, please. You're hurting him." Phoebe wasn't sure what urged her to say that. Leo hadn't actually done anything to physically hurt Chris yet but she still felt pain surrounding her heart and it felt as if it was ripping in two. She was standing right next to them and Chris' eyes were directed away from Leo and just happened to be in her direction and she could tell looking into them that the source of all the pain she felt was right before her and the only urge she had was to stop it before it tore him apart.
Leo just shrugged Phoebe off though and shook Chris even harder his jaw clenched into a hard line as he growled out between clenched teeth. "Not until he talks."
Unnoticed by the adults Wyatt had crept into the room after hearing all of the commotion and was frozen by the sight before him. He had never seen his father physically threaten anyone before and he was even more shocked to see that it was Chris he was threatening. He didn't quite understand what had happened to him that morning. He remembered the conversation he had had with his brother and that they had planned to help Chris in any way they could but then things had become fuzzy for him and the next thing he remembered hours had gone by and he couldn't find his brother anywhere.
"Stop it," he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Let him go, Dad!"
Leo turned at his oldest son's voice and for just a moment it was as if he didn't realize who he was seeing the rage was so intense inside him. But the pleading look on his son's face brought him back to reality and he loosened his grip on Chris letting him go very slowly and then walked over next to his son. "Wyatt you shouldn't be here. We need to talk to Chris about where to find your brother," he said in the calmest voice he could muster.
Wyatt stood stock still for a moment and then shook his head. "I'm not going to leave. This has as much to do with me as it does my brother, doesn't it, Chris?" He looked expectantly towards the time traveler and Chris couldn't help the ironic smile that touched his lips. Wyatt really was too smart for his own good.
"What do you mean, honey," Piper asked stepping forward towards her son.
But Wyatt still hadn't looked away from Chris as he watched the young man closely trying to piece together what he was doing. "Why won't you tell them where my brother is?" he asked locking gazes with Chris. It was a very good question actually, and the fact that Chris refused to tell them made no sense to any of them really. Why would Chris refuse to help their son? He had saved the boy once, why now was he refusing to do so again?
"It's the only thing that I haven't tried yet to save you, Wyatt," Chris answered sadly.
"What do you mean?" Leo asked angrily turning to Chris.
Chris dreaded saying the words but in all reality he had no choice. They needed to know why he was doing what he was before it was too late. "Today is the day, the day that Wyatt is to be taken. The demon that takes him is using your other son's disappearance as a distraction to draw you away from here so he can get to Wyatt," Chris explained.
Piper gasped and Leo swore under his breath at such a despicable act but they both knew that they had to work together to save both of their children. "So what is it going to take to save my sons?" Leo asked reluctantly. He hated to ask Chris after all the anger that had passed between them but he would have done anything to save his son at that point.
Chris knew his next words were gonna go over like yesterday's garbage but he had to say them anyway. "You can't save both of them," he admitted. It was the first time that any version of him had told them that fact but things were gonna be different this time. He would make sure of it.
"What do you mean, we can't save them both?" This time it was Piper and the look on her face was one of pure terror.
"Of course we can save them both. You just have to tell us what happens and we can come up with a plan to save them," Paige insisted.
"That will only work if Leo can be in two places at once," Chris answered. "No, this is the way it has to be. We have to keep Wyatt safe and that means that you have to stay here and protect him and before you ask 'up there' is not really safe from this demon either. He has connections."
Paige just shook her head at the suggestion. "If Leo has to be here to save Wyatt then he'll stay and we'll go get the little guy," she suggested not seeing where Chris was going with this.
Chris knew that idea wouldn't work either. They had tried that before too and it had also nearly cost the Charmed Ones their lives. At the last moment Leo had had to leave to heal Phoebe and Wyatt was taken anyway. But instead of telling them that information he just shook his head and muttered. "Again, tried that. Hope you want to die early."
"Well what haven't we tried?" Piper asked angrily, not liking anything Chris was telling them.
Chris turned and walked across the room so he could have a seat on the couch and just folded his arms over his chest waiting. "This," was all he answered.
Leo felt the rage boiling up inside of him again as he watched the nonchalant way that Chris just took a seat and waited for his son to die. "This, meaning nothing. Meaning we let my son die!" he screamed angrily.
Again Chris flinched at the harsh words and this time Phoebe caught the reaction. Why was he acting as if this didn't affect him when it so apparently did, she wondered. "Chris, what else are you hiding from us? I can feel that there is something seriously bothering you."
Chris scowled at Phoebe and looked down slightly. "Mind your own emotions, Pheebs."
"No, I won't. This is tearing you apart…" she began but he cut her off abruptly.
"You know nothing about me. Now drop it," he said sharply trying to warn her away from the subject that he dreaded most.
Piper didn't care about what Phoebe was empathing from him at the moment though. "How dare you! How dare you walk into my house and lead me to a child that I can't help but fall in love with, only to turn around and sit here as he dies. What gives you the right to decide something like this?"
Chris looked up and faced her for the first time since arriving that night. "It's either this or your other son grows up to be the ruler of all evil in this world. I'm afraid that losing his brother sort of pales to all of the deaths that Wyatt will cause in the future. Thousands upon thousands, Piper! This is just how it has to be."
Wyatt had been listening and the words shook him to his very core but still he wasn't that person yet and he wasn't about to become him no matter what happened. "Chris. That won't happen. I won't become that. Please just tell us."
"Wyatt, I'm sorry but I just can't risk it. You aren't strong enough to resist this demon and your new power won't help you either." Chris hated to crush Wyatt's faith in himself, but he had to know that there just wasn't any other choice in the matter.
Leo had been listening and trying to keep his anger at bay. If he could only figure this out, he knew there had to be some way to save his sons, both of them. "Chris, don't you realize what you are asking us to do? You want us to choose one son over the other. We can't do that. We have to try to save them both."
"No, Leo, what you don't realize is that I'm making it so you don't have to choose. I'm taking the decision away from you. I'm making it easy on you," Chris explained knowing he would never be thanked for doing this but never expected it anyway.
Piper snorted never even slightly believing that Chris was doing any of this for them. "Why is it your choice anyway, damnit? He's our son. What gives you the right to decide whether he lives or dies?" Piper bit out angrily, her hands rising in a threatening gesture. If she had to she'd use the threat of bodily injury or death to get him to speak.
Chris wasn't exactly sure what to say to that. What could he say? But her threat would do no good. It would just rush the inevitable anyway and at least if she were to kill him none of them would ever realize that he was their son. Maybe that way would be the best way after all. So with that thought he didn't even bother to answer as he waited to die either way.
But again the adults were interrupted by a younger voice. "Chris, I know this is your right and I know why," Wyatt said softly. "But you promised me. Please don't break that promise."
Chris looked sharply to Wyatt and could see his own secret written plainly across the young face. "But how …" How did he know?
"He told me," Wyatt answered with a small quirky smile thinking about how shocked he had been on that day. It had taken him some time but just that morning he had accepted the fact that his little brother and Chris were one and the same. He also remembered that he had promised his little brother that he would keep Chris' secret but hadn't Chris promised him something also. "But you promised me too. You told me that he would grow up to be the best brother I could ever hope for and he would do anything for me."
Chris blinked back tears at that statement and nodded. "I didn't lie, Wyatt. He would do anything for you, including die for you. That's why I know this has to happen this way."
"What the hell are you two talking about?" Piper asked in confusion at what seemed an almost private conversation between them.
Wyatt opened his mouth to speak and he planned to tell them all of it, no matter what Chris said and Chris sat shaking his head side to side praying that Wyatt would just keep his mouth shut. "Wyatt, please. It will only make it worse for them. You don't want to hurt them do you?"
But Wyatt wasn't paying attention to either of them as he quirked his head to the side as if hearing something. A small smile formed on his lips and he looked up at Chris and shook his head. "Don't tell them if you don't want to. You don't have to." With that he orbed away leaving several shocked adults behind.
"Wyatt," several voices screamed at once. Neither Leo nor Paige could sense where Wyatt had orbed to and they all looked to Chris hoping he had foreseen this coming but the shocked look on his face told that he hadn't. He too had heard the silent plea from his younger self for his brother to come and save him but he had never dreamed that Wyatt would be able to hear it too, not this young at least.
"That little. He can sense him," he said standing and going into action. "Follow my orb trail. He's orbing right into danger." With that he orbed himself to exactly where both boys now were.
A/N: Oh yes, I know. Horrible cliffie there but I couldn't help myself. And yes I know, lots of stuff to digest in that chapter too. Some questions raised. What exactly did Chris see in that nightmare? You'll find out soon, I promise. Anyhow, comments? Questions? As a warning, I've been sick for the last few days and am not sure how fast I'll update again. Hopefully soon.