Post by Tim on Sept 11, 2016 17:11:10 GMT -5
Written by Jana AKA WyattChris and copied here by me.
Hi guys,
since it's been a long time and I'm busy with other things at the moment, I've decided to give my Prolog Movie to The Halliwell Sons in the end. Though, I have to admit, I may contradict myself in there according to my own Season One but please go with it!! Faults can happen if you write the Prolog AFTER the entire seasons are done. ;D Again sorry.
I do my best to only make two posts with children and teenagers separated. Still let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Just my plots about the teenage life and some children aspects.
Summary:If Piper and Leo thought their little boys wouldn't make trouble, they'd have been blind. Wyatt and Chris are growing up and this is not easy with boys who can orb around the world.
Growing Up Halliwell
A Prolog Movie to "The Halliwell Sons"- series
Wyatt was walking down the Prescott Street, back to his old home. Nowadays, the older son of Piper Halliwell and Leo Wyatt lived with his little brother in an apartment not that far away from their old home. Yet today he had a mission in mind, because Christopher was turning 23 soon.
As the red Manor came into view, Wyatt Matthew Halliwell smiled. Brushing his fingers against the old fences, his smile grew wider and wider, because the young man was hit with memories. Ringing the doorbell finally, he waited patiently for anyone to open it.
After some time slow footsteps could be heard and his "old" mother (but never tell her this openly!) finally opened the door. "Oh, hi baby," Piper greeted her eldest son, kissing him. "What brings you here, baby?"
"Just your peanut and his upcoming birthday." He kissed her on the cheek, walking in. "I wanna look for something very special for him."
She smiled at him. "By checking up your old baby photos and albums of all the trouble you two caused, eh? I know my boys."
Wyatt just smirked at her, kissing his mother again. "I'm in the attic if you need me. You can tell Dad I'm here for a while."
"And I take you'll need something to eat as well. Just let me know when." Piper walked back into the kitchen before she may reveal a secret which would only produce more questions.
Her son didn't notice it though since he was already on his way up the stairs. Entering the old room, Wyatt went straight to the old boxes in one corner. In a different one stood a stone with a sword in it. This was a different story for another day.
There was an interesting box named "Chris 2003/2004" which he'd give everything for to open it up but it was closed several times. Cursing, only mildly, under his breath, Wyatt now found his wanted boxes. A lot of stuff was in them and it'd take days to go through them. The young man had time.
Grabbing out an album and opening it to its first page, the young man saw first a picture of his Mom with a pregnant belly and himself in her lap. Instantly his lips formed a smile and his mind flashed back to their childhood.
CHILDREN/KIDS
When Wyatt was a baby, a lot of stuff had happened but he couldn't remember all. The one constant was a young man who he didn't like at first but then trusted. After his first birthday Mommy's belly began to grow, he was told he was going to be a big brother. Very weird.
But the young man helped him adjust and then everything happened so fast. Being alone with the young man in the attic and then seeing him getting hurt, being taken away by a bearded man, fleeing from these two dumb men and killing some d-e-m-o-n-s before finally being rescued by his Daddy.
Suddenly they were in a hospital where Daddy gave him to his aunt and Daddy was given a baby. And Daddy was happy yet sad, meaning something must have happened to his friend.
"Oh, he's so cute. Our baby Christopher," his aunt Phoebe said and turned to him. "That's your baby brother."
And aunt Paige sadly added, "Looks like we didn't lose him after all."
Daddy smiled at his aunts and him before looking even more proudly at the baby. Daddy's second son, his baby boy and youngest son. Christopher.
When Mommy had then come home with the baby and he had to share everything, he was NOT happy. Jealousy grew inside him – toward the baby who got all attention in the family. To get it back he orbed his brother around and mostly to his Grandpa. Everyone scolded him for that but it did the trick. Then he realized something important: The longer he was around the baby, the more he was comforted by his presence.
Later on, their relationship slowly got better, because they were together anytime and because their Mommy and aunties were busy, fighting strange bad d-e-m-o-n-s who popped in their house at any time. Later there was always a loud 'BAMM' and it was quiet again. But their Daddy was there and then he left to talk with Mommy again.
"Kwissie, stay. Be back soon," he had said before leaving the room as well. He'd wanted to know what his family was planning for Chris's first birthday which was in a week. He'd really looked forward to it, because he loved to celebrate.
His little brother had not been happy, to be always left alone and behind, yet his legs couldn't support him. But Chris had just wanted to be like his big brother, him, and Wyatt already walked on his own, so why couldn't he?
He himself couldn't then hear anything about a birthday party what had irritated him. Something like this was very important to a little child, so at least it was for him. However, a thud behind him distracted him and he'd watched amazed.
His tinnier brother had tried to stand and walk on his own but it wouldn't work. The little half Elder had set up his mind, so he crawled once more and tried it again. His second attempt failed and the little boy was ready to cry but didn't. Chris had only wanted to be by him and it had to work. For a last time he tried and surely stood and walked ever so slowly to him. Grinning, as if to say 'look what I can!'.
"Kwissie! Great!" he exclaimed happily. "Proud of you! Really!" His little brother had fallen onto him but it hadn't mattered. Chris could walk and only that counted. "Kwissie!"
It seemed their parents had a sixth sense as they came up behind them, right on time to see their baby boy do his first steps.
Their Daddy grabbed Chris and whirled him over his head in a circle, making the boy giggle in delight. The father kissed him proudly on his forehead. "Oh my boy! You walk, you can walk. I'm so proud of you."
Their Mommy just pinched his cheeks. "You're going to have a great birthday next week. I promise."
"I promise as well," their Daddy agreed then.
He was only happy and clapped his hands eagerly. He now really looked forward to the great celebration next week. Oh man, if only he'd known earlier what had followed then! …
… Some footsteps distracted Wyatt suddenly as he looked at the photo of his baby brother, taking his first steps. Wyatt wondered when it was taken, because he couldn't remember it.
"Hey baby," Piper greeted her eldest son again. "What's wrong? What are you thinking about?"
"Just wondering why we could never celebrate Chris's first birthday. Zankou hadn't been that kind of problem, had he?"
"You don't understand," Piper tried to defend herself. "Zankou had been a tricky demon, yet we gave Chris two birthday parties a year later. I don't want to explain it right now."
"Whatever." The son dismissed his mother angrily, because he couldn't forgive her. Yet. Besides, that was something his little brother should do first, not him.
Piper sat the meal down. "Anyway, here's something to eat for you. As you asked me for it." The mother tried hard to not cry but some tears still escaped. "Do as you like." Slowly she walked back to the door, ready to return to her kitchen, her safest place in this house.
Looking after her, Wyatt hesitated for a moment before sighing deeply. "I'm sorry, Mom but I can't forgive you yet. You've hurt Chris when he was a child and as his big brother you've hurt me too. Yet I think Chris has to make a decision here, not me and it's also something between you two."
"I understand," the mother whispered sadly and crying before finally hurrying away. What Wyatt had said had opened old wounds, yet he was right that only her peanut could give her his absolution. Piper could wait for him.
After some time Wyatt was ready to face his photos again. He knew he had hurt his mother but his anger had been built up for years. Looking onto the picture their Grandpa had taken he thought back to the time around Chris's first birthday. …
CHILDREN/KIDS II
They had been shopping, for Chris's first birthday but then a call had forced them back home. Never a good sign, because as soon as they were home, their Daddy asked, "Where do you want the party supplies?"
His wife answered, "Put'em on the table. I'm not even really sure we're gonna need'em."
Daddy stopped for a minute before anew asking, "Why not?" He hadn't liked that tone of his wife.
Mommy only offered, "Well, I don't know if it's right to give Chris a birthday party when Phoebe's friend was just killed."
Her husband growled not so happily. "Well, we can't put everything on hold everytime a demon attacks." So this was the way Piper was thinking. Leo really didn't like it.
He felt the same like his Daddy but didn't know how to express himself at that time. Yet since that day he harbored his feeling toward his mother and now they were coming out, again.
Some time later, two little boys were shunted off to their Grandpa and both were playing in their room in his loft. He played with his toys while his younger brother, in his playpen, watched him intensely and a bit sadly. They were the youngest members of the Halliwells. Once.
He sensed his brother's sadness. "Kwiss, what's wrong?"
The younger boy just held his arms out, indicating to want to be with his big brother. Chris felt being orbed out of the playpen and onto the blanket where his brother was. The boy giggled happily.
He smiled at his baby brother. He was always happy when Chris was also happy. So he was disappointed in his whole family as he was told, by his parents, why they cancelled Chris's party. f**k**g demons! But he promised himself to make it up to his little brother. That was why then, as they sat together, an idea formed in his mind.
On their blanket, he conjured something hard, a candle with light (=fire) and two little cakes – one for each of them. "You pawty," he explained. "Me and you – happy. Own pawty!"
Chris just giggled even more and wanted to thank his big brother but in his haste to run over he, on accident, knocked the candle down.
He saw this and was shocked and didn't know what to do but raised his forcefield around all things – as a precaution. Then he saw a hand froze all and looked into his brother's green eyes, "Kwiss? You did?"
But unfortunately, the power of the brunette was only there and didn't last long, at this time. The candle fell down and a small explosion could be heard. Both boys were unconscious but protected. In two bubbles.
"Chris? Wyatt?" their Grandpa shouted afraid. He opened the door to their room and what he saw made the old man freeze instantly. "Oh my God! Boys, wake up, please! Come on, react!" He cried then and looked at the ceiling. "Please, tell me, what's going on!"
A ghost materialized then in a room. It was their Great-Grams, the famous Penny Halliwell. "Victor, calm down! They're unconscious but fine. Help me to put them into the playpen. To sleep this out."
"They're coming around? Soon?" Penny nodded as she was putting Chris back into the playpen. Victor did the same with himself. "Thank God! I wouldn't want to bring Piper bad news about her sons. So what happened to them?"
"Well," Penny started then. "It seems as if those two celebrated their own party. Wyatt's own to Chris's first birthday. What the family couldn't." She cried quietly. "Anyway, it was all there. A candle, cakes but as Chris wanted to thank Wyatt, he knocked the candle down and it exploded slightly. Wyatt raised his forcefield already, around all and so it'd have hit them. But Chris added his own forcefield to the mix."
"It was too much." Then it dawned on their Grandpa. "Wait. Chris has a forcefield too?"
Their Great-Grams only nodded and slowly vanished from view as Wyatt began to stir. Looking around the boy looked at his Grandpa and smiled. His concern for Chris took over and searched for him. To his relief, his baby brother was sleeping right beside him and so he fell back on the bed. Sleeping.
Their Grandpa just stood over them and smiled at their sleeping bodies. …
… Wyatt sighed at the pictures. His memories were cool then but still, he and his little brother had been left alone often and most of the time, in the custody of their Grandpa. The old man still played a major role in their lives.
Slow but steady footsteps came closer, making Wyatt listen up. At that speed it meant only one person who was coming. The person he'd been thinking of. Their Grandpa, and Wyatt was on his feet immediately, greeting the old man.
"Whoa, son, careful with me," Victor greeted his grandson smiling. "What are you doing in this old room locked up, eh?"
"Looking through our old photo albums and being lost in memories. You know I was just thinking about you," Wyatt explained happily, hugging the man again. "Oh Grandpa, I'm so glad you are here."
Victor smiled even more but then again. "Well, my boy, when your Mom opened the door for me, she looked kinda upset. What have you told her? Whatever it is, it could have waited, couldn't it?"
Wyatt looked away but turned back quickly, because he was not ready yet to let his anger go. "No, Grandpa, it couldn't. I've waited for so long and Chris, well, he's way too soft when it comes to Mom. Still, you do remember the amount of time we'd spent at your loft as children."
The elderly man could only sigh, full knowing this fact to be true. He'd been glad the boys had been with him as kids, yet being a parent himself he could also understand his daughter's feelings. Victor was in emotional trap. "Yeah, I do," he began softly and sat down on the couch. His grandson followed fast. "Especially after they left you two in my custody. When they had been faking their deaths."
Wyatt nodded solemnly. "I remember. Mom had been more concerned about me than Chris, though my little brother didn't have his first birthday party." …
CHILDREN/KIDS III
They were orbed to their Grandpa by Auntie Paige. He held something in his hands before he and Chrissie were led to their room. He immediately began to play with his toys while Auntie Paige played with his baby brother. A few minutes later, Mommy and Auntie Phoebe were there.
Mommy was in front of him. "Hey, baby, can I see you for two seconds? Come here, come here." She helped him standing and continued, "Listen … I want you to know that Mommy will always be close, okay? I will always be with you. Okay, give me a hug. Quick, quick, quick."
His aunties cried behind Mommy. "I love you so much," Mommy had said.
Auntie Phoebe urged. "We have to go, guys."
"Okay, be a good boy." Crying Mommy had then turned to his brother. "Baby, come here."
His little brother had taken Mommy's hand as he was told, "Be a good boy for Grandpa, okay? Please, sweet baby."
He watched sadly as Mommy carried the baby to his crib here and put him in before they were left alone with their Grandpa. …
… "I couldn't believe or understand it at this time. I mean, we were just kids and Chris depended on me and you at the end." Wyatt watched his Grandpa closely and waited for his reaction. "And what were you thinking then?"
"I was so happy when you two were with me. We did a lot together and also some 'acts' your mother still doesn't know about," Victor told the young man excitedly. His own mischief was still there and it shone through now. "Well, it became hard again after your father was gone."
"Yeah," Wyatt agreed sadly. "That was the hardest time for us. I had to look after Chris all the time, because Mom and the aunts were busy." Then he smiled. "At least I was there when Chrissie first tried to speak my name." He grinned as he told his Grandpa the story ….
CHILDREN/KIDS IV
He and Chris were once again with their Grandpa, in their room and sat together on the floor. His little brother was closer to their Daddy than to Mommy but Daddy was gone then. He didn't understand it but his brother somehow knew who was who.
Not knowing back then that Chris had looked up at him, loved and adored him at that time. Still, Chrissie had recognized his Mommy and Daddy but he'd missed Daddy then and so Wyatt was his role model then.
"Wy...net," came Chris's whisper and the little brunette smiled mischievously.
"What?" asked the blond toddler confused. "What did you say, Chris?"
"Wy...net," his little brother repeated. "You – Wy...net, me – Kwis." Chris pointed this out by showing to Wyatt and himself.
He was very proud of his baby brother. "Good Chris, very good." He kissed him on the cheek and took him in his arms.
The little half Elder felt happy, yet a bit sad. "Wy...net, where's Dada? Miss him."
"I know. So do I," he replied. "Mommy will get him back. I promise."
"Really?"
He nodded and noticed how his little brother slowly fell asleep in his lap. Soon, he followed his little brother and so their Grandpa found them a little later. Grandpa took them in their cribs while smiling proudly. …
… "Yeah, it was cool to be with you. All the time," Wyatt continued, still in a good mood. "Yet Chris was still closer to you and Dad. Anyway, do you maybe know something a strange box I found today?"
"What do you mean?" Victor asked confused. "Does this box have a sign? Maybe then I could help you."
"Well," the young man began nervously. "It says 'Chris 2003-2004' but that's impossible, isn't it? I mean, he was born in 2004, so he couldn't be here in 2003, could he?" Wyatt watched his Grandpa closely. "Grandpa?"
Victor was stunned for a moment before finally finding his answer. "That is something you should ask your parents. I'm too old to know what this means." The old man sighed. "But I admit this is weird." He noticed then Wyatt's look. "What?"
"Why do I have the feeling you're hiding something important from me? You're not that senile, I'm sure. You do know what I'm talking about," Wyatt concluded, for once smart. He looked down at his feet before asking shyly," What secret is so important that both Chris and I can't know about it?"
Again a sigh. "Ask your parents, I suggest you, son." Victor stood, with some help, up and walked to the door. "Anyway, if you wanna be stuck here, do as you like or follow my advice." The older man walked out.
Wyatt looked torn but decided to follow the old man's advice. Quickly he followed his Grandpa to the kitchen where his mother still was.
KITCHEN
Hearing some steps, Piper looked up and saw her Dad. Smiling at him and hearing some more, she was astonished to see her eldest son but her Dad had always had a great influence on his grandsons. "Hey baby, what brings you here?"
Trading a quick look with his Grandpa, he replied shyly, "Well, I'm sorry for lashing out earlier. Anyway, I've found a weird box in the attic and Grandpa suggested I should ask you for answers."
"Oh. That's ok. You are right though with your fury. Still, is this omninous box signed which would help, you know."
Wyatt rolled his eyes. "It is signed with 'Chris 2003-2004' which I think to be impossible as Chris was born in 2004. So, how come?"
Instantly his mother looked away. "I think we should wait until Chris's birthday is over before we'll clear this. You can wait, can't you?"
Irritated Wyatt looked for help to his Grandpa but he also looked away. Now he was definitely convinced that there was a BIG secret in his family but for the moment. "Okay, I think I can. If you don't mind, I'll be going to my photos again. If Dad comes, let him know I'm here and where I am." As fast as he could, he bolted upstairs again.
"You only made him more curious, Piper," Victor said after some silence. "One time you'll have to tell both of them. You can't avoid it forever."
"I know," the woman whispered in tears. "But I'm afraid I can't deal with it right now, so it has to wait." Wiping her tears away, Piper continued, "Wyatt's outburst brought back the memories and all."
Her Dad hugged her from behind. "I miss him, too. And I'm sure he's watching us from above – with Penny, Patty and Prue."
"I just miss him so much and my baby boy shares the same traits in a way. They are so similar that I'm afraid for the future."
"Shsh, Piper. We all will be here to help you when it comes to it. And now excuse me," Victor said, kissing her on the cheek. "I must find a very special gift for my special grandson." Slowly he made his way out of the old house.
Just then the mother slid down to the floor crying. Her old wounds, and also memories, had come back but Piper fully knew them to be true. Only one person could end her misery but for the time she'd pretend to be happy. For anyone around her. Even her own family.
UPSTAIRS
The moment Wyatt entered the attic again, he was in his photos. Going through them, he found one which made him smile anytime. It was a photo where he and Chris had hugged each other, obviously for the first time. His sixth sense told him that secretly their father had taken this photo after the man had returned.
Silent tears were running over Wyatt's face as he was painfully reminded of that faithful time. When he had to be the father for Chris, though they also had their Grandpa but it wasn't the same. It had only become better after their Dad had returned.
What astonished him still, even after this length of time, that Wyatt was the first to know about Chris having gotten his powers. Even at this tender age, nearly two, Chris had always wanted to help him – no matter what. And, as usual, their father was the first to find out about Chris's powers as well ….
CHILDREN/KIDS V
Thinking he heard a voice, his toddler self came around a corner. "What did you just say? Chris, say it again!"
"Love you, Wy," his little brother repeated before running to him and hugging him tightly. "Love you."
"Love you too, Chris." He kissed his younger brother on his head and stroked through his hair. And so their father found his sons some time later.
When Leo came in and saw how his boys hugged each other, he smiled. For him it was a dream come true and then he made his presence known. "Hi boys, how you're doing?"
"Dada!" Chris ran to their Daddy who immediately picked him up. The boy snuggled deep into his father's chest. "Look what I can do!"
"What does he mean?" their father wanted to know as he saw his youngest son turning into orbs and orbing away.
"Oh no," he shouted before running to his brother to stop him but it was too late. "Damn, he doesn't control it right now."
"Where did he go?" Leo shouted, slightly panicked.
The answer came from an unexpected source. "To us," the Elder Sandra greeted with Christopher in her arms. "Hello Leo, Wyatt. Your little boy here likes to orb to us. He wants to stay there."
"Why?" their father asked in shock. "He belongs to us!" Leo took his young son from the Elder and held him close.
"Well, he's half Elder. I can only guess he feels attracted to the higher realms," the Elder explained. Then she noticed something. "Where's Piper? She's part of this family."
"With her sisters at the moment. And why, Sandra?" their father continued to ask.
The Elder Sandra smiled slightly at the men of the Halliwells. "You'll see when the time comes." With that she orbed away, back 'Up There'.
Their father sighed. His youngest son already fell asleep on his shoulder while his eldest watched them curiously and indifferently.
…. Wyatt sighed and watched through the photo once more, stopping briefly at the one of Chris's second birthday. Smiling, his memories brought him back to the day when they had found the Golden Gate Bridge as their favorite place. Okay, more Chris's than his. Looking around, he then noticed some feet.
"Hey buddy," a familiar voice greeted him. "Your Mom told me you were here and she seemed upset a bit. You're not at fault, are you?"
"Dad, hi," Wyatt replied a bit shyly. "Well, I'm just working on something special for Chris and I … I just told her what I think. We were taught this way, you know."
"I do," Leo answered and sat beside his eldest son on the floor. "Anyway, I'm fully aware how you feel about your mother's treatment of Chris in your childhood. Still, you shouldn't have said it to her. She will think to be a bad mother to you both which isn't true."
The son rolled his eyes. "I know and you don't have to lecture me, again. Grandpa had already scolded me and I apologized. But I'll wait for Chris before I'll act again."
"I see. So why did you lock yourself up here and look through such old photos?" Leo wanted to know as curious as any people.
"Well, I want to create something special for Chris's birthday by using these photos," the son explained but his look went briefly over this omninous box again. "By the way, Dad, why is there a box of Chris from 2003/2004 here when he was born in 2004?"
"What?" Leo asked bewildered and surely found the mentioned box which brought back old memories he'd rather forget. The father swallowed hard. "I take it you found this box by accident and you have some questions about it."
Wyatt nodded. "Indeed but I already asked Mom and Grandpa, yet they couldn't or wouldn't. Still, I promised to wait till Chris will be here. And then you'll tell us, I hope."
"We'll see, son. We'll see." Leo sighed but then his lips formed a smile. "Hey, let's change the topic. Do you remember when Chris got his molecular powers? Oh man, your Mom was not happy."
Wyatt snickered loudly. "Yup, she was shocked but at least Mom's focus had to change then, because Chris had to be trained by her." ….
CHILDREN/KIDS VI
The Halliwells' kitchen was always hectic but today it was especially. "Whoa, Chris. Put your hands down! I want to finish breakfast," Piper said while putting all on the table. It was ready. "Leo! Wyatt! Breakfast!"
"But Mommy, I've got new powers. Wanna see?" her youngest son asked shyly. His other wish was to cook like his Mommy. Later on.
"What is it?" the mother wanted to know curiously. The next thing she knew was that one of her measure cups was blown into tiny bits which were frozen in the next seconds. Open mouthed she stared at her son. "You did that?"
Her baby nodded eagerly as Leo and Wyatt came in. They stared at the scene in awe but … smiled, finally.
Piper hugged her youngest son tightly and kissed him on his cheek. "You take after me, eh?"
"Mommy?"
"Yes, what'd you want?"
"Can you t...e...a...c...h..." He shook his head to find the right word. "Wanna learn what you can do!" The brunette boy gestured to the oven and all.
"Cooking?" she asked stunned and the boy nodded. "Of course. Starting next year when you'll be five!"
As promised both mother and son worked from the following year together in the kitchen – to cook anything what was possible.
… "Yeah," Wyatt finished smiling. "In the end I've got a great cook for me. It's really helpful to be independent in that case." He chuckled at his last words.
"Don't let your Mom or Chris hear that! They'll kill you. Literally," Leo offered grinning, full knowing his wife's and son's temper.
"Well, I'm the Twice-Blessed. That shouldn't harm me, I hope." Wyatt was a bit afraid but only a bit, yet he was fully aware of the all too famous Halliwell temper situated in his mother and brother. "So what now?"
Leo had seen a photo but he wanted to be alone and so he asked, "How about you walk for a while? You need some fresh air, son and it's not healthy to stay in the house all day. Besides, Chris hasn't arrived yet."
Wyatt closed his eyes for a second before looking at his Dad again. "Alright, you've won." He grinned suddenly and stood up, stretching his legs. "I could sense Grandpa also walking around the block and so I'll join him only. What will you do meanwhile?"
"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine and you'll enjoy your little walk." Leo smiled at his eldest son and pleaded with his eyes for his son to go. "Just go, Wyatt."
"Okay." The younger man finally left the attic and the house.
After some silence Leo closed his eyes as well and pulled the omninous box closer to him. Taking a deep sigh, the father slowly opened it and touched its contents with sadness. Yes, his living baby boy shares some traits with his other self but they are completely different. Still, the man missed this version and some tears found their way down his cheeks.
"Ah, I see, I'm still missed. Good to know," said an all too familiar voice into the silence.
Shocked Leo slowly turned around. He couldn't believe it. "Chris?" he asked in disbelief. "Is that really you? What are you doing here?"
"Well, I just felt you needed me. As I could see Wyatt doesn't know about it and mini-me some parts which is good, I admit." Chris grinned from ear to ear. "We are clean, Dad. Don't worry."
Leo swallowed hard. "Are you a ghost, buddy?"
"I don't know. Really but I'll give you a slight warning á la Terminator: I'll be back!" Chris twinkled his eye. "I've always wanted to say that."
"What do you mean?" the father wanted to know afraid and curiously.
"Just remember my age." Chris turned to the door, hearing something his father couldn't. "Oops. Quicker than I thought." Turning back to his old man. "I need to go, Dad but I won't be gone forever. You'll see me again." And he was gone.
"Chris," Leo whispered in tears and was about to touch air before seeing his eldest son again. "Wyatt, you're quick. No fun in walking?"
His son raised a skeptical eyebrow but saw the now opened mysterious box. Just as he wanted to ask, his father closed it quickly and shoved it away. "You are no fun. Anyway, were you crying?"
The older man wiped his tears away. "I'm fine." Leo smiled at his son. "How about we'll watch through more photos? I'll help you with choosing even."
"Okay," Wyatt agreed and sat down in the pile of photos, again.
Leo observed the younger man quietly and knew that the time would soon come when the truth will be revealed. Although his younger boy already knew some major aspects but Wyatt didn't. The time had come. The father just wondered what this would do on their bond.
Wyatt then found an odd picture which he couldn't remember. "Hey, when was this taken? And who had taken it?" He showed the picture to his Dad. "You were a teacher still and Chris was with you."
"Oh. I remember." The father smiled lovingly. "Yeah, I was happy when he told me he'd become a doctor as well."
"But still, who had taken it?" The son smiled mischievously at his Dad. "You still don't have any powers left in you, do you? Tell me, Dad."
Leo glared at his son. "That's nonsense. I'm gray, aren't I? Anyway, let me tell you the story behind it …."
CHILDREN/KIDS VII
I was in my teacher's robes, sitting in the conservatory to correct papers while my youngest son played with his toys beside me. You were already in school, so I enjoyed my time with my baby boy.
Sighing I turned back to my task as all of a sudden a brunette head appeared right between my arms, looking curious at my work.
"Daddy, what you're doing?" Chris asked, pointing at the papers.
"Just work for Magic School, buddy. Not easy," I answered. "Interested?"
My little brunette frowned. "Dunno." Chris stared into my eyes and you had obviously told him that I was really old, so he wanted to know, "What before?"
I looked lost at his question. Taking my boy into my arms, I requested, "What'd you mean, buddy? With 'before'. I don't know what you want."
"Silly Daddy," he said and pointed at my robes while laughing a bit. "What work before?"
"Oh," I then realized. I looked with pride at my youngest offspring. "I was a doctor. Helping people, taking care of their injuries and it was a good feeling."
Again, my little boy stared at me – long. Then his eyes lit up. "Wanna do the same. Promise." And then he swung his arms around my neck and snuggled deep into my chest as well.
I smiled and kissed my boy on his head. "My little boy," I whispered. I held him tightly before sitting Chris back on his blanket to play with his toys. Then I returned to my task …
… "And so Chris is now onto medicine which he takes pride in." Leo smirked a bit. "Well, you see where this is going to lead to. He never rests."
Wyatt nodded, agreeing. "Yep, I hope he settles down once in a while but he never listens. I wonder where he got it from." He batted his eyes meaningful at his Dad.
"Hey, I take one part but the other one goes to your Mom. She had raised you two as well. And Chris is more like her than me," Leo defended himself smiling. "When did he say he'd come home again?"
"A day or two before his birthday is. You know how he stands to mass events."
Leo snorted as an answer but remained silent. This was a secret he'd keep and he hoped he never had to tell but the timeline had changed and so had anyone's fate, including Piper's. He was glad that Chris had come back in time years ago and had changed their lives for the better.
"Hey Dad, you still with me?" Wyatt waved his hand in front of his father's face. "Hello?"
"What?" Leo blinked several times. "Yeah, I am and I know." Then he smiled like a little child. "What do you say if we join your mother for a while and you are distracted as well?"
"Dad, I'd rather stay here. The photos don't choose them alone and I've still got work to do," the son reasoned. Hopefully.
"Okay, but I speak with your Mom. She wants or needs to know I'm already here." The father stood up and kissed his son on the head. "Have fun but don't forget to eat!" Leo walked out.
TBC ...
The teenager part will follow immediately!! And of the course, the end. LOL