{The timeline is Chris and Wyatt's so everything that is happening is happening around when Wyatt is Twenty-Four and Chris Twenty-Three. The other characters are the same age as they are in Season one of TWD and the outbreak started around 2023. It is also set in Season 1 of TWD}

Wyatt's Powers are: Projection, Force Field, Telekinesis/Telekinetic orbing/Remote Orbing, Immunity, Energy Balls, Pyrokinesis (From his Projection), Energy Waves, a hybrid of his mother's Molecular Combustion Combustive Orbing, Orbing, Healing, and Sensing and Glamouring.

Chris's Powers are: Telekinesis, Molecular Immobilization, Astral Projection, Telekinetic Orbing, Orbing, and Mediumship.

{Sorry this chapter is kind of late everyone! my computer crashed and I lost this chapter completely so I had to re-write it.} {Also I know the chapters are pretty short, but hopefully this one will make up for it. The others should be just as long (or longer) as there will be more to come XD}.

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inMyOwnHead1990: I'm glad you like it :D, and as for your questions I can only answer a few without giving away plots and stuff. Okay with the protection spell, they didn't use it because protection spells can backfire really badly and the Manor had already been overrun by the walkers so they didn't really have time to. And as for healing; Wyatt can heal someone who has been bitten, but only if the infection hasn't spread too far and only if they are not almost dead. Chris hasn't learnt/gained his power to heal yet. But the boys don't do this because they don't want to expose their magic. Because they could probably get killed or exploited easily. Soon you'll see Wyatt have a big problem with that as he wants to save someone, but Chris wont let him, because he doesn't want their magic being exposed and so forth. And don't worry about the questions I love getting them XD.

aveave: Yay! It's good to know that people are enjoying it. Thank you!

Chapter 3 – Meeting Merle

This hadn't exactly been something that Wyatt and Chris had done before. They had been covered with demon goo, sliced off parts and skin for vanquishing potions, vanquished demon eggs (which had to be the weirdest), and maybe had to dig up dead bodies. But never in their career of being witches and protecting innocents had they ever had to pry a corpse open and willingly spread the contents of the body onto some people who had wanted to decorate or rather disguise themselves with the guts of the dead. As disgusting as it was, the boys seemed to be taking it rather lightly. Sure they cringed at the smell and sight (as they weren't insensitive) but seeing as they had been somewhat used to this, the two could handle it a lot better than the rest of the group. Well Chris could anyway, he just had a blank expressionless look on his face, one that would have told people he was concentrating on what he was doing, not concentrating on not throwing up and covering Rick with the walker guts and blood. Wyatt couldn't believe how smoothly his little brother was handling it, although Wyatt found it hard to focus on anything else other than his rotten blood stained gloves.

After Rick and Glenn had been completely covered, even placing body parts around themselves, the two headed for the back alley door while the rest ran up the stairs to the roof. As they followed behind Andrea and Jacqui, Wyatt checked over his shoulder every now and then to make sure that his brother was still behind him, as he did though Chris began to telepathically speak to him through the physic bond that they both had.

'Do you think we can trust these people?' he asked gazing towards his older brother with a stare.

'I don't think we really have any other choice. Besides, we can just abandon them, I mean the way that we just happened to randomly stumble across a group of survivors in a town as big as this…'

'Yeah, there's no way that's a coincidence.' Chris finished for Wyatt, stopping as the rest of the group had done once they had reached the door to the roof.

'Even if they want us to leave, we'll have to think of something to change their minds.' Wyatt stated leaning against the railing and turning his look from his brother then to Morales who had been unlocking the door.

For a day that had started out boiling hot it was rather strange and sudden that it had spontaneously started to become dark and chilly. The breeze swept across the group, carrying with it the stench of the walkers down below. Idling near the edge of the roof hadn't helped either, but even if they had moved away from it the wind would still be able to prick against their skin. As they searched for Rick and Glenn, Morales the holder of the binoculars, Chris and Wyatt stood next to T-Dog who had been sitting down holding a walkie-talkie. Because they had moved so fast, rushing towards the edge of the rooftop, the two witches hadn't realised that there was a person handcuffed to a pipe. Chris was about to ask why he was locked up when the man had interrupted rudely, pushing forward an offensive kind of personality.

"Who th' hell are these punks?" he asked directing his question to Morales who did not answer. He then turned to T-Dog and the rest, but no one would answer. Not even Wyatt or Chris. They hadn't exactly known why he was up there and handcuffed, but it couldn't just be because of the reason that he was just annoying or ill-mannered.

Seeing as no one had answered his question the man continued to talk, spurting out insulting comments and trying to piss these new group members off. Firstly he turned what he could to Wyatt, who in complete control had his back turned and faced the walkers so that his attention had been on them and not the guy who could actually tick Wyatt off. Although that wasn't so hard.

"Hey Blondie." He started, rattling the cuffs against the pipe like a child wanting attention. "What's with the hair? You bett'r cut that off before some geeks grab those girly curls, pretty boy."

He had a point, Chris had to admit that. Wyatt's hair was really long at this point. The curled edges had only just started to lightly brush his shoulders, but fortunately he had it pulled away from his face with a hair tie so that it was not blocking his vision by falling in front of his eyes. He knew how much his older brother hated his long haired look, especially since it was connected so much to the one person he hated the most. And Wyatt never hated anyone. But what could they do? It wasn't like they had the knowledge or skills to cut his hair and even if they did they needed a pair of scissors to do that first. Wyatt would have just conjured a pair, but they feared that if they had used them on his hair, then the whole ordeal with personal gain could interfere and cause something horribly awkward or wrong to happen. And they hadn't had the time or resources to deal with problems like that.

Anger management had to be the one thing out of a non-existent list of 'things the Twice-Blessed lacked' that Wyatt didn't have. As Chris watched his brother -staring from where Rick and Glenn had made their way towards the construction site to the man who had been cuffed up to a pipe- he could see him becoming more and more tense, grabbing at the edges of the cold cement balcony. If you were to look at him now, you'd think that he had just been through an extremely rough day where everything had gone wrong for him. But he hadn't, well not exactly to the point of normal 'bad days'. Wyatt had just been insulted over and over again by this man who they yet had to learn his name.

Chris had to do something. He couldn't let Wyatt hulk out on this guy or anyone for that matter. They world may have changed, but he still had to keep an eye on his brothers dark side. He was his brother's keeper after all, and Wyatt really was the only one who could literally save the world. If Wyatt went off the deep end. Then there would be no world. Only more chaos, death and destruction. Besides he didn't want this guy getting his tongue orbed off to the walkers. Even if he was a major asshole.

"Wyatt just ignore him." He said aloud, hoping that the rest of the group may have taken notice to what was going on.

"Oh so the Blondie's name's Wyatt." The man said chuckling mischievously. "Who's 'ur lil bitch Wyatt?"

"The names Chris. Dickbag. And I'm nobody's bitch." This guy was even starting to piss Chris off. And sure it wasn't impossible, but Chris was better at controlling himself than his older brother.

"Merle shut up would you? I mean unless you wanna keep those cuffs on you." Andrea shouted turning to face Merle. "Rick and Glenn are out there risking their lives trying to get us home for Christ's sake."

It seemed like the whole group was entirely fed up with this guy and now both Wyatt and Chris were so glad that he had actually been tied down. Merle seemed like the guy who would just cause problems for the fun of it. And the boys both couldn't stand people like that.

"That asshole's out on the street with the hand cuff keys?" Merle asked Andrea disbelievingly and also showing a little bit of fear.

But Rick wasn't the one with the keys it was T-Dog.

Slowly lifting his hand up T-Dog showed the key to Merle. To the movement Wyatt turned his head down to Theodore and then to Merle. The way that Merle's face twisted into one that showed not only anger, but panic and frustration as well made the Twice-Blessed think that there must have been some serious history between these two. But what history was it? And how bad could it have been?

As the boys both stared, still searching for Rick and Glenn while the others had already found them, a quiet rattle of thunder sounded in the sky. The boys turned towards the sky staring hopelessly at the dark fat clouds above them. This couldn't be happening. But it was. Small droplets of rain began to patter down onto the group striking them all with worry for the two men down in with the crowd of geeks.

"Oh man." Morales breathed, knowing what exactly would happen if Rick and Glenn hadn't made their way back to the department store.

The rain that pattered down before began to pour and as it did the group became more restless. This wasn't good at all, this was horrible. What were they going to do? They could just let Rick and Glenn be eaten by the walkers. Wyatt looked down to his brother after a wave of panic hit him like a tidal wave, he had finally spotted the two covered in guts. But by the time that he had, they were already running and fighting their way through layers of hungry bodies.

"…Chris." Wyatt hissed out loud not realising he had been speaking instead of sticking to the telepathic conversation. He was fighting every ounce of power he had within him so that he wouldn't orb off to save Rick and Glenn's lives.

'Wyatt don't.' Chris just simply thought. Directing it to his brother so that he could hear him, but the group couldn't.

'I can't leave them there to die!'

'They've got weapons Wyatt they can handle themselves'

'But what if they can't!? What if they die because I didn't want to put my life on the line?'

'Wyatt I mean it! I know what you're thinking and even if you go down there the normal way, it won't help! The only thing that will happen is the only one who can save this world being ripped to shreds by those things.'

'So what? I'd give my life for a stranger any day.'

It was only the sound of three loud bangs, a squeal of tyres and then Andrea and the rest of the group speaking frantically all at once that broke Wyatt and Chris out of their telepathic argument.

"They're leaving us."

"What? No, no, no. Where they going, where they going?"

"No, no, come back."

At hearing this Wyatt and Chris exchanged a look of worry and moved up to where Morales had been standing leaning over the edge as much as they could without actually falling off.

"What? What's going on where are they?" Wyatt asked sounding panicked, while Chris just stood behind him folding his arms. The younger Whitelighter couldn't let the thought or words escape his head, and he knew what they would have talked about wouldn't be brought up again. But was Wyatt really that suicidal? If saving the world came at the cost of Wyatt's life. Then Chris would rather watch the world burn. He had been through and done too much just to make sure that his brother would turn out okay. And if he had lost him now, then all of that would have been for nothing.

"They've gone the other way. No, come on. Come back." Morales answered, fear and denial rushing through him.

Wyatt had begun to panic as well. He didn't care what Chris or anyone else thought now, he had to save their lives. And if Rick and Glenn weren't coming back, then Wyatt wouldn't leave this group behind like he had unwillingly done before. Moving his hand to grab their arms and then channel his orbing power through them all Wyatt had made up his mind. But just as he was about to, Glenn came through on the walkie-talkie.

"There's roll up doors at the front of the store, facing the street. Meet us there and be ready." He ordered sounding fuzzy and assertive as his voice was transferred over to T-Dog and the group.

It didn't even take a second for the group to grab their belongings hastily and then bolt to the door where Rick would be waiting. It was so quick, Wyatt just couldn't believe how they had completely forgotten about Merle. At least he hoped they had forgotten about Merle. But when they continued to reach for the door, Chris included, Wyatt stood straight near Merle who had been yelling out to T-Dog to not leave him where he was. In fact the only who had doubled back was T-Dog. He stood on the bridge which hovered over the pipes that Merle had been cuffed to, and ripped his head back and forth from Morales to Wyatt and Merle.

"Hey! What about him? We can't just leave him here?" Wyatt yelled over to the group, who didn't even stop. Chris was the only who did, standing idly over near the door and staring angrily at his brother.

"Wyatt come on! He's a dick man, just leave him!"

"So just because he's a dick that makes killing him okay?" Wyatt asked, his eyebrows narrowing in confusion and complete and utter shock. How could Chris be so dismissive of a life like this? He leant down and started to fiddle with the cuffs and then turned to T-Dog who had been standing in the same spot in shock, witnessing this whole ordeal between the two brothers.

"Give me the key." The worried and angered Twice-Blessed ordered, folding his hand out to T-Dog. Chris glared at his brother. They never used to fight… but now that there was so much to get frustrated over and disagree about. Wyatt was the optimistic, caring, life giving, dorky, saviour, while Chris was the sensible, smart, proactive, strict leader that had managed (only by his methods and rules) to keep himself and his brother alive. You would think, by the way that he acted, that Chris was the older brother. But he wasn't. He was just the youngest and the only one who was be able to have the stomach to turn the other way while people died. He hated it, but if they were to survive then it was what had to be done.

As T-Dog finally escaped from his frozen, indecisive trance, still hearing the screams of his friends telling him to 'hurry up and move', he flew past Chris and down the stairs of the bridge grabbing at the key in his pocket. When T-Dog hurried towards the stairs, he knocked a bag of tools that had been sitting on the edge earlier down onto the ground, making the gadgets fall everywhere. He then reached the floor, finally managing to get a grip onto the hold of the key and pulling it out of his pocket so that Wyatt could unlock the cuffs and get the hell out of there. But just as he did something caught his feet and he had begun to fall straight onto his knees, his grip loosening off of the small trinket and then unintentionally letting it go.

As the four men stared, following the key to where it had been falling, they only then reached out their hands to catch it as they had seen where it was to go. A small, round, rusty old vent sat open and leading down into the rest of the ventilation. It had a guard up around the edges, but it was not enough as the key bounced teasingly off the sides and then, slowly but surely into the pipes to be unattainable by any human methods.

At seeing this the tension rose in the group and Merle burst out in anger "You son of a bitch! You did that on purpose!" he directed at T-Dog who had gotten up already and begun to race for the door, apologising over and over again, leaving Wyatt to stare down the pipe and Chris run to his brother's side, grabbing his arm violently.

"I can get it, I can get the key." Wyatt admitted, his voice shaking.

"Goddammit Wyatt!" Chris stated, forcefully pulling his brother up from the ground and directing him towards the door. "We have to go!" He repeated again. "Please Wy, there's nothing you can do. The key is gone and they're going to leave without us. We need to stay with this group."

He didn't make eye contact at first, but he knew no matter what he tried to do, or who he tried to save. Chris would never let him expose his magic for it. And if it weren't for it possibly putting his little brother's life at risk, then Wyatt would have done it months ago. He would have been able to save this man and many others. But Chris was right. Wyatt knew better and meeting with this random group had been no coincidence. They just might have just been the only ones who could help to get the Halliwell family back.

"…Okay, okay." He whispered nodding slowly, looking away from his brother and then turning to Merle, his eyes slightly watering as he began to hate himself. "I, I'm sorry."

The anger and fear that struck off of Merle would have controlled any empath in a ten mile radius it was that strong. The redneck began to place his feet against the pipe and kick at it so that it may have had a chance of breaking him free, but it didn't. He began pulling, and pulling at the handcuffs, rattling them as loud and as violently as he could. But nothing had worked. Wyatt watched in pain and began to turn to walk for the door, but Chris's hand was still tightly wrapped around his arm. Why did he still need to hold onto him like he was some sort of time bomb? Wyatt was pissed at his brother, but he understood why he was doing it. The witch just needed some space, and he needed to be away from Chris for a while.

Seeing this Wyatt glared back up at his brother, and then proceeded to rip his arm violently out of his little brothers grasp. "I'm not going to let anyone else die." He stated, pushing past his brother so that their shoulders connected aggressively, making Chris stumble slightly.

"You can't leave me!" Merle chanted over and over again, tugging so hard at the cuffs that the skin around his wrists had been torn off, leaving a long thick trail of blood flowing down to his elbows.

But the boys already had gone through the door. Wyatt doubling back so that he could bolt the door shut. If he couldn't save him, then he could at least buy Merle some time. Dying from natural causes was defiantly far better than anything a walker would do.