A/N - {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.

*Yet again, so sorry about the wait guys! I had a massive authors block writing this chapter, also if you have any ideas feel free to contribute! I might not write them in, but who knows? I want to know what you guy will think will happen!*

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animagirl - Muahaha well, you will probably love the next chapter, chapter 5. Glad you like it XD (oh and sorry for the time it took to update!)

inMyOwnHead1990 - Yeah its why Wyatt is so pissed, he knew he could have saved Merle, but Chris wouldn't let him at all. And because he trusts him. He pretty much does whatever he says. most of the time ;) Yeah I kind of thought reverse roles would how they would be in the Change future, like Wyatt is more heart and will save everyone no matter what the cost is and Chris is just brains and logic, trying to save his brother from himself. Although he's not evil of course, he just uses his brain more then his heart. Though don't get him wrong, it kills him too whenever he cant save anybody. Wyatt is just more hell bent on saving people, because of his other self. Its his biggest fear. He doesn't want to turn out like that again.

Chapter 4 – There's something about Wyatt

The ride back to the camp had been a silent, uncomfortable trip filled with dismay and tenseness between the two brothers who had only just joined the group. Wyatt, -still extremely pissed with Chris- sat at the far end of the truck, practically leaning his left side weight against the roller door so that he could be as far away from his little brother as possible and not face him. He arched his legs up and balanced his elbows on them as his head was held low. The group watched the boy and Wyatt could tell that all their curiosity had been focused on the brothers and what exactly had happened with Merle. Why they tried so hard to save a guy they didn't even know.

Chris on the other hand had been mingled with the other survivors, picking at the edges of his shirt which had started to fray. Every now and then he would sneak a quick glance at his brother, trying to see if he could find any kind of understanding or forgiveness on his features. But no, Wyatt just sat still in the same position he had been in since they had left and away from the rest of the group. He always used to separate himself from people when he was upset or angry, mostly out of the fear that he would do or say something that he might have regretted. It wasn't healthy, for him at least. But Chris knew that, that was the only way Wyatt knew how to deal with things. If they had more time or if the key hadn't been dropped, then of course Chris would have tried everything to save that guy. But there was just too many things at risk for Chris to even consider the possibility of people not being afraid of them and accepting the two witches for what they were.

Even if they did accept it, there would still be the issue of word getting out that there was two powerful witches within a small group outside of Atlanta. Whatever armies that were left would come racing, wanting to either contain them or use Wyatt and Chris's skills for their own benefit. Societies of thieves, bandits and murders would be hunting them down wherever they went, wanting them for the simple purpose of power and control. And the burden of knowing about who these boys truly were wouldn't only be a threat to Wyatt & Chris, oh no. It would also put those who knew at fault, making their lives even harder to survive in then they already were. And Wyatt knew all of this, he just couldn't let anyone die. To him, if someone had found out about his powers, then he would protect them like a mother to a newborn baby. He would die or even lose himself among the chaos of saving the lives of those who he was born to protect, and the worst thing about it that haunted Chris the most, was knowing that his older brother would be happy dying. He would be happy going out the way he was destined too. Even if the Twice-Blessed hated all that destiny crap.

Elevating his head, concentrating on his brother's mind, Chris tried to telepathically speak to Wyatt or at least read what was going through it. But being as powerful as he was, Wyatt had placed a barrier around his mind so that Chris could not get in. Fine, if that's how he wanted to play it, then Chris would try to take his concerns and turn them onto something else so that they would not consume his conscience. The quiet hum of the trucks engine rang in his ears as the witchlighter tuned out of his concerns and turned his jade blue green orbs to the wheel, where Rick and the rest of the gang had been discussing -out of necessity- what happened to Merle. He would have piped into the conversation, but being the person who he was, Chris stayed silent out of the worry that he way intruding. It was such a silly idea, especially being in the situation that he was in, but Chris couldn't help but feel out of place in this cluster. They all looked to have a close connection with each other, feeling comfortable and safe. But with Chris, he could tell that even after the events of today, Andrea, Jacqui, T-Dog and Morales still couldn't grasp the fact of trust towards the new strangers. He hadn't known Rick for very long or if he had been with the group for a while, but he didn't need to be an empath to tell that the people around him felt safer towards Rick than they did to himself and his brother. Which was okay, he didn't really care. He just didn't want them to turn on them and throw them out in some abandoned alleyway. Not like it would affect the two witches much. Chris just knew that for whatever reason fate or destiny or even the elders had in this meeting, was that it was not coincidental. And that this may have been the one huge thing that could have actually saved their family… or even the world.

Just when Wyatt couldn't think he could stand being locked up in that truck anymore, the smoothness of the drive had begun to become rocky and interrupted with every minute the truck bouncing to either the left or right. From the constant rocking the Twice-Blessed only then twisted his head to the side so that he could peer out the front window, seeing nothing but green and blue. Now symbolising copious amounts of trees and the clear empty sky. If not for the tragedy that he had just experienced, Wyatt would have felt calm and collected, like nothing had ever bothered him in the whole entire world. But because it had happened Wyatt couldn't ignore his true feelings.

When the truck finally came to a stop, everyone had already seemed to jump to their feet. Everyone except for Wyatt who sat still watching the floor like he had been doing the entire time. Chris had took the time to stay seated as well, but that was because he didn't know what to do or what to expect. He turned from his brother to Rick and then Morales who had placed his left hand on the worried policeman's shoulder.

"Come meet everybody." He said softly then turning in his seat to the two new people in the back. "You boys two."

At this Chris had pulled himself up, flattening his shirt out and wiping away the dust on his hands onto the back pockets of his jeans. He had waited for everyone to move out of the way and out of the truck until he finally took a step forward, one hand scratching the back of his neck and the other reaching over hopefully to his brother who was still frozen in the same position. For a moment Wyatt did nothing but stare at his brothers outstretched hand. But when that moment was up, he stood without the use of Chris's aid and jumped from the vehicle. Simply continuing to give his little brother the cold shoulder.

"Wyatt!" Chris yelled chasing after him. It probably wasn't the best of ideas, but he had to talk it out with him. He had to make sure Wyatt could keep his cool around all of these new people. He couldn't afford to have them appearing suspicious, especially seeing as they were the outsiders. "Wy! Just wait a sec goddammit!" He shouted, now letting his frustration out. But Wyatt just wouldn't listen. When Chris's big brother had his mind set on something, it was almost impossible to get it off of it. Wyatt had one of the strongest and thickest heads to get through in the family. Just like their mom, he had taken after her in the stubbornness department which always either lead to something ending up good or bad. Just like every other situation. But Chris had to talk it out with him. If he didn't, then he feared that Wyatt would go off and do something stupid which could possibly put his life at risk or even anyone else's in the group.

That was when he decided to take it a step further, now not caring what Wyatt had thought or felt. He was probably one hundred percent sure that the whole going in calm and inconspicuous plan had already failed as he went to grab Wyatt's arm, a new voice opened up sounding not too friendly or tranquil.

"Who are those two?" Shane, a man with dark curly hair and dark eyes to match it, demanded turning towards Morales who had in return, slightly backed away and rubbed the back of his wrist in an uncomfortable motion. Wyatt and Chris watched this interaction and could tell that this man, whomever he was, had probably taken up the leadership position in the group. And was not liking the idea of taking in two more mouths to feed. The boys would have felt better knowing that they weren't the only outsiders, but as they searched for Rick, their eyes widened to see him holding a small boy. Great… so that had obviously been his family and now they were the only ones who had no connection to the survivor's whatsoever. Wyatt and Chris now had no doubt that Shane or even Rick would start to ask questions. They had expected it, just not prepared for it.

"Wyatt, look…I know, I get it, you're pissed. But I'm not going to leave you alone until you promise me that you won't do anything stupid." Chris pleaded tilting his head down so that he could gain some sort of eye contact with his brother. He couldn't see what Wyatt was thinking, but he could see out of the corner of his eye that the man who had been called Shane had been storming forward with the rest of the camp party trailing behind. The facial expressions that were clear on their faces, told of concern and irritation as they all focused on Shane. Uncrossing his folded arms, Wyatt couldn't help but step in front of Chris to shield him from this man who had been storming up to them. It probably was nothing, but Wyatt was not going to take any chances. Even if he couldn't stand to look at Chris right now, the Witchlighter still would take care of him and cared for his little brother. No amount of fighting would ever change that.

"So which one is Wyatt and which is Chris?" Shane asked crossing his arms across his chest in a dominant manner. Pointing out himself and then his brother, Wyatt didn't move away. He could tell that Shane was getting suspicious about the act but didn't stop inching in front of his brother every time the black haired man arched his head or body towards Chris. The youngest witchlighter knew exactly what his brother was doing and all it earned Wyatt was an eye roll. He hated being treated like a kid. He was twenty-three and it's not like there was much of an age difference anyway. The two were only a year and ten months apart. The more Wyatt insisted on protecting him, the more it made Chris think of that inferiority complex that he had towards his Twice-Blessed brother. He was not powerless for god sake.

"And you're brothers?" Shane continued.

"Yes."

"Where're you from?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know this was an interrogation." Wyatt rhetorically asked folding his own arms.

"Just answer the question."

Sighing Wyatt complied. He was not in the mood to be questioned like a criminal in the dog house, but he knew that if he wanted to be left alone, then he would have to answer. "Fine… We're from California, San Francisco to be exact. Yes it was overrun, no we don't have any weapons and no we haven't been bitten. And before you ask, no… we haven't killed anybody." Wyatt turned his gaze away for a second until he heard Chris but in.

"We haven't come across another group in months. Ever since the outbreak it's just been my brother and I. We made our way over to Atlanta because of… well the broadcast. But as soon as we got there, we had to run. And, yeah here we are." Chris added as he saw the instant sense of shock that appeared on Shanes face, as Wyatt had practically answered every one of his questions before he had asked them. Like he had read his mind, which Wyatt was capable of… in a way. He just hadn't needed too. Everybody had pretty much asked the same questions every time they ran into survivors who were willing to take them in. Which was once in a blue moon.

"How did you manage to get through so many Geeks and get this far without any weapons or a car? I mean if Atlanta was bad… San Francisco must have been hell." Glenn -who after seeing to Dale and explaining what had happened with the group and the new people- had joined Shane and the other authority leaders in the camp in questioning the two new stragglers. He really didn't know what to think of the situation, whether if these guys were a threat or not. But from what he had seen, if they were honestly a real threat… they would have attacked them way back in the department store. Stealing whatever gear and weapons they had. But seeing as they hadn't, Glenn didn't feel like these guys were a danger to anybody. Anybody but themselves at least. Traversing through towns with no weapons or supplies was completely reckless. But hey? Who was he to judge? He had just moseyed on through a crowd of walkers with nothing but a crowbar to defend himself, even after saying he only went and did supply runs by himself. It made it easier that way. And he didn't have to worry about getting other people killed or other people slowing him down and getting him killed.

"We almost didn't manage." The brunette witchlighter revealed, taking over completely from his brother, who he could sense emotions of anger and annoyance through the bond that they both shared. "Luckily though, when the outbreak hit San Fran, both Wyatt and I were just outside of the city. We did have weapons, a whole duffle full of them actually. But we lost them after waltzing into Atlanta." Chris lied, using half-truths as well. It was amazing how well Chris could fabricate something out of thin air to tell anyone. Many would have thought it to be a bad trait, but not at times when it had proven to be useful. Times such as this. Wyatt thought his silver tonged brother could have even given Loki, god of lies a run for his money. But then he thought about how many times, Chris had actually kept things from him. Like when he was suffering from the memories of his other life and he wouldn't tell Wyatt about certain things his evil self had done, it really made him think that Chris felt like if he had told him about who he really was in this 'future that never happened' then he would lose it and basically explode or break down into a sobbing mess. But he wouldn't. He just wished that Chris could understand that.

What he had said though was to some extent true. The pair -after their little sister and cousin being attacked by an Upper Level demon- had gone to the Underworld to find the demon who had vanished back down there after being wounded. Being the eldest ones in the next generation, Wyatt and Chris normally went after demons that the younglings could not defeat on their own. Practically cleaning up whatever mess that was caused. But when they found out how planned out this attack seemed from Mel and P.J, they then wanted to find out why they had gone after their family. It was odd when they knew that the demons were normally terrified of going after their cousins and sibling. Sure they would have their rare attempts of using them as bait or mistakenly attacking them. But for them to plan on attacking either of them was practically suicide with all of the power the next generation held. Especially Wyatt and his brother, which would be dealing with whatever threat that had attacked their family. And which through the bond that they had, could amplify each's own strength. Making them practically invincible when they were together.

So they had gone down to the direct spot where the demon had been hunched over rambling crazily to himself, clutching the burn mark that Melinda had obviously made. Before they had vanquished him, Wyatt and Chris did there whole interrogation routine, using the truth spells and potions that they had prepared to get him to talk. But being the demon he was, he was highly skilled in shielding his mind of any intrusion. So they had resorted to torture. But just as he was about to talk, the demon engulfed in flames. Someone had stopped him from telling Wyatt and Chris what was about to go down. And the boys, knowing full and well that demons only vanquished other demons from a distance to stop them from revealing a big, secret, master plan. Fortunately they were able to get some cryptic message out of him before he burned away to a crisp.

Although they had no idea what it meant. Not until they orbed back home to the surface, where to their complete and utter horror, the Manor had been covered in debris, broken glass from potion vials and blackened rotting blood. The door was busted, its handle being completely ripped from its socket lying on the floor in front of them encased inside of a chunk of wood that had been presumably attached to the door. The couch from the living room -that they all spent nights huddled up together watching movies until they fell asleep having their Dad carry them to their bedrooms- had been burnt, singed and had multi-coloured stains from vanquishing potions splotching along its fabric. The boys had seen no sign telling them that their family was okay or even alive. Nor had they seen anything to tell them where their Mom, Dad and sister had disappeared too. At first their minds went straight to demons -seeing as the two had been distracted with the one that went after Mel and P.J- but as they ventured through the house searching for any scrap of evidence to identify their safety, they discovered it to be something insanely worse.

Bringing Chris out of his thoughts was a blonde haired girl who appeared to be around the same as himself. He hadn't realised at all, the way he had just suddenly zoned out, thinking back to the day where it all started. Chris then worried if it had made Shane suspicious or even weirded out, but as he flicked his eyes around the camp he saw nothing that resembled a semi-circle of questions that was around himself and his brother earlier. Then feeling rather naked to his side, Chris turned his brown lock covered head to where he was expecting Wyatt to be. But he wasn't there. "Uhm, Sorry what were you saying?" he asked, rubbing his eyes yet bouncing them around the area to try and spot that stubborn blonde head of his brother's.

The girl who had been standing shyly in front of him held two blankets firmly a top of her hands and a warm, but intrigued smile on her face. She had noticed that the man -who she had learned was named Chris- completely lose attention on the whole situation that Shane had been talking about. But seeing as whenever a brother went quiet, the other had stepped in. Giving the others a voicing about whatever Shane had asked. She didn't entirely understand why the ex-policeman had to be so hard on them, seeing as they had done nothing but agree to the conditions Shane had asked and given. But another side of her mind, reasoned to be wary of the strangers. There was something weird about their story. Something that didn't really add up. But she knew that everyone had kept their secrets in days like these.

Letting out an awkward snicker, Amy held the blankets out straight to Chris who wasn't even paying his attention on her. "I brought a blanket for you and you're brother." She started, nodding to the two thick, prickly appearing cloths she held in her hands. "You guys are lucky that we have a spare tent, if that Rick guy hadn't been Carl and Lori's family. You two would have probably been sharing one with him… or sleeping out in the open." She rambled trying to start a conversation with this Chris. It had been a while since she had seen another guy, other than Glenn around her age. There had been Chris's brother who she could have become friends with. But there was something about the way he had just walked off earlier, the look he gave before storming off into the woods, kind of scared her. And he really just didn't seem like a talkative type. Not unlike Chris who had mostly appeared extremely friendly.

"Thanks." Chris said, only then taking his gaze off of the surroundings and to the blankets he had now held. He had been right about the observation earlier. The two sheets had only been in his hands for a couple of seconds and already he could feel the strong sensation to scratch, like a dog with fleas. "I'm Chris." He introduced even though she probably knew his name, transferring both blankets into one hand and then using his right hand to shake her left.

"Amy." She answered, not being able to handle the large grin that was taking over her face. Chris was cute. Really cute. Tone it down Amy, unless you want to look like a freaky Bieber obsessed fan girl. She thought, letting the large grin level down to one that seemed lesscreepy stalker and more friendly young girl. She was about to tell him, what Shane had asked Amy to pass onto them, but Chris had already begun speaking.

"Do you know where my brother is? I mean he couldn't have disappeared off of the face of the Earth." Well technically he could have. "I only zoned out for like a second."

"Uh, well. Not exactly. After Shane said you guys were welcome to stay. He just kind of strolled off into the woods over there." Amy answered pointing over Chris's left shoulder and to the woods that had just been next to them. They hadn't started off that deep, but as Chris studied them, he saw that they gathered up and hid anything, beyond that point of gathered, totally out of sight. Wyatt was going to do something stupid, and the young witchlighter wasn't just being paranoid. He had known too much about his Twice-Blessed brother to ignore the fact that he was really upset about what they had done. Maybe Chris really should have let him save Merle?

Turning back from the point he had been staring at, that Amy had directed him to, Chris placed one hand on top of the blankets quickly and held them out in between the too. Giving an embarrassed kind of gesture. "Sorry, but could you put these wherever out tent is please?" he asked, practically shoving the bed essentials into her hands. "I need to see if my brother is okay." Chris admitted running down the small hill of dirt that the two had been standing on. He heard Amy call out to him just as he reached the opening of the trees.

"Is everything okay?" She asked, earning a charming smile, which was obviously covering up his real worry from Chris who had turned around and had begun to walk backwards to answer her.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure it's nothing. Just his time of the month." Chris joked.

Amy who had watched the strange younger brother run after his older even stranger brother jog into the trees, laughed quietly to herself once Chris was out of the picture. She was glad that Andrea and the others had found them. But a voice in the back of her mind was still nagged at her that something wasn't right about these two. Hell. She knew the whole group had felt it once the boys had arrived, but once they all settled in it seemed that everyone in the camp had just let it go, shrugging it off as just the horrors that they had seen in this world. Amy though -even as much as she liked Chris- couldn't shake the feeling.

The car next to her that Glenn had drove in excitedly, was the new holder of the towels as Amy carefully placed them onto the hood of it. Then after subtly making sure no one was watching her chased after the boys, Amy stepping one foot in front of another so that she had finally caught up with Wyatt and Chris. Chris only just making his way to his brother as well a few seconds before Amy.
As she observed the two men from the tree she was hiding behind a few metres back, she saw Wyatt sitting on a log that been the carnage of a tree that had probably fallen down days before the outbreak started and Chris carefully stepping up to his brother. Wyatt still had that horrified, self-loathing expression on his face and the more Amy started at it, the more she felt the need to let a shiver run through her spine.

"Wyatt, there you are!" Chris exclaimed as he caught up with his brother. Wyatt after hearing his brother had arrived didn't even give Chris any kind of acknowledgement, except for the snide remark that came out of his lips.

"You've got to be kidding me." Wyatt breathed, clearly annoyed. "What? So now I can't even go for a walk without you there to babysit me?" he sarcastically asked, stepping up off of the log and standing up straight, but still not even glimpsing at Chris. A strand of hair had fallen out of his pony tail and swayed off to the side of his face, falling over his eye every now and then, making the man seem even more infuriated when it wouldn't stay in place, behind his ear.

"Yes, when you're like this." Chris explained, lifting his right hand up as if pointing to his brother, who only huffed at Chris's response. "I get that you want to be alone, but I know you Wyatt. You don't think straight when you're like this and I'm scared that-"

"That what?" He asked nostrils flaring, and his arms strapped firmly to his sides as he stopped Chris from finishing his sentence. Now finally making eye contact with him, brown eyes targeted at the blue green ones.

"That nothing. Never mind. I-"

"No, tell me Chris. Really… because I am so sick of being left in the dark. I am so sick of all the things you keep from me. Huh come on? What are you so freaking scared of little brother? That I'll… flip the switch? Is that it? Are you scared that I'll go all Source-of-All-Evil again?"

"That is not what I was going to say, and you know that Wyatt!"

"Oh, yeah, really? Then what has got you hounding me like a dog? 'Cause I'm pretty damn sure that you're not out here to make sure I don't kick a rabbit or something."

"I'm scared that you're going to do something idiotic!" Chris stated, Amy still watching only now her mouth had dropped and her eyes had narrowed from where she had been spying. The two were hushing as if to hide their noise, but Amy could feel the rage that was coming off of them. They were just at the verge of yelling and she knew that if they had, then the camp would have been able to hear. And so would a walker or two. The things that they were saying though. Flip the switch? Source of All Evil? What the hell are they talking about?

"Yeah, just like the pathetic moron I am."

At this Amy thought she saw Chris flinch slightly at the words his brother had spoken. It seemed to hurt him. But when he reacted spilling more words from his mouth again, it did not seem like he was sympathizing with the blonde haired man. "Wyatt for Christ's sake! You're not a pathetic or a moron." Until, at least, his sentence had calmed down slightly. But whatever he was trying to do for his brother, whether to console him or make him feel better about himself wasn't working. Wyatt had just kept the same fury filled manifestation on his face when Chris had come and found him.

"Then why do you keep everything about the other you, the other future away from me? Why did you use to baby me, keep me away from threats when you thought demons were going after my powers!? Wyatt yelled his chest moving heavily up and down. If not for Wyatt's yelling they would have heard Amy gasp and take a few steps back, snapping a twig or two with her feet. Who the hell are these guys? Her mind questioned, refusing to believe what she was hearing.

"I baby you? That. Is. Rich." Chris hissed, his eyes narrowing at the complete and utter oblivion Wyatt had to his own sentences. "Who's the one who always steps in front of demons and warlocks? Who's the one who not only today pushed me behind him like a parent would do to a little kid!? Huh Wyatt!? Who's the one that thinks I'm powerless!? Who thinks no one else can protect themselves because they're not the almighty Twice-Blessed!" Chris was now the one yelling throwing his arms angrily at his sides. His inferiority complex, which he had, had since practically birth shining through like diamonds in water. "Yeah…I'm totally the one who does the babying here."

The way that both the boys had acted even had an impact on Amy. Even though she had been entirely confused and scared for her life, the young blonde haired girl had begun to sympathise with Chris. Being the little sister in her family before all of this crap had rolled in, Amy did sometimes feel inferior to her big sister. Wanting to be like her, wanting to be able to pull of the talents and skills that only Andrea had, but failing, made Amy feel like she wasn't wanted or needed in the family. Sometimes falling into her sister's shadow. But as she got older, she discovered her own talents and gifts, realising that there was no need to be jealous of her big sister when she was just as awesome as her. But it seemed, that whatever Chris had felt was cosmic and stronger than just a simple childish faze that he had when he was younger. He had been feeling this his whole life, and it was clearly eating away at him just like how being kept away from dangers was eating away at Wyatt.

As Amy viewed the fight between the two brothers unfold, she gaped at how Wyatt's face twisted into one that showed regret and a slight sense of self-contempt. He must have hated himself for what he said to his little brother. Following his arm that reached out towards Chris, Amy heard them speak again. "Chris I…" Wyatt began, but was too late as Chris had already stormed off back to camp, leaving behind a frustrated Wyatt. Crap he'll be heading to his tent! Amy thought hastily as he spun on her heels and started for the car which had the blankets planted lazily on top of them. If Shane had found them, she would be in so much trouble. But if he hadn't and they had still been sitting there, she had to at least make her way over to grab them. Making it seem like she had actually made an effort to put them in Wyatt and Chris's tent. And then she had remembered. In all of the mission impossible crap, Amy had forgotten to pass on Shane's message. Aw well. She'd just have to tell Chris later.