Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Charmed Ones, their powers (I wish!), the storylines leading up to this one (but I own this story! MINE!), or Drew Fuller. Damn. So, don't sue me, okay? I've got the best damn lawyer in town and I'll kick your ass because I just added a disclaimer claiming that I don't own it!! ::breathe, OrbingPunk, breathe:: Okay.
A/N: This is a story that popped into my head one day when I was out of ideas for another non-Charmed story I'm working on. No plans for a sequel, unless the story is a huge hit. That's up to you guys. So, if you like my story, review and YAY YOU, if you don't, then don't waste your time reviewing. Thanks. Enjoy!
Chapter One"Wyatt! No fair! You found me again!" Eight-year-old Chris Halliwell groaned as he stepped out from behind a bush to face his brother. Ten-year-old Wyatt had found Chris once again in their game of 'Orbing Hide-And-Seek'. "I told you not to sense for me!"
"I didn't!" exclaimed Wyatt. "You just hide in the same places every time!"
"No I don't!" said Chris. "You used your power; I know it! I'm gonna tell mommy too!"
Wyatt sighed and looked for something to distract Chris with. He spotted Chris' favorite stuffed animal, Jack. He TKed the animal to himself. "Hey Chris. Got an idea." Chris immediately looked up at his older brother. "How about I hide Jack, and you find him."
Chris nodded vigorously. "Okay!" Wyatt orbed out and Chris sat down on one of the sunroom chairs to await Wyatt's return.
Wyatt was Chris' role model. Everything Wyatt did, he excelled in. Everybody that came into contact with Wyatt was attracted to him, not in a love way but in a 'this boy is special somehow, but I can't place my finger on it' type of way. Wyatt was always looking nice for every occasion and always on top of everything.
Chris, on the other hand, was the other child. He always felt out-of-place around his brother. Yes, Chris loved his brother to death, but he couldn't help but get jealous of Wyatt at times. Wyatt was twice-blessed, a super-power, first part of a Progeny, first-born, first this, first that, fishcakes. Chris always thought that Wyatt was more powerful, better looking, and more experienced than himself.
"Alright, Chris." Wyatt had orbed back in. "Go find him. He's somewhere inside the house, so don't orb to Russia this time, okay?"
Chris laughed as he orbed up into the attic. He always started from the top of the house and worked his way down. It was one of his little traits his family always noticed that he himself never paid attention to.
Piper had been stunned when Leo, Phoebe, and Paige explained everything she had missed when she was in labor. Luckily, she managed to control her anger until they got home from the hospital, when she blew up several chairs before baby Chris' crying caused her to stop.
Now, the Charmed Ones tried to treat both children fairly. It was tremendously difficult, though. Every time they would look at little Chris, they would have to look away as memories of his older, neurotic self surfaced.
Little Chris could never understand why his family rarely looked him in the eye, or hugged him at times, when they couldn't stay away from Wyatt.
Chris stood in the attic and looked around at the countless boxes, chairs, and heirlooms stacked around the edges of the room. He wandered through the maze of boxes, searching for any sign of Jack.
Suddenly, he tripped and smacked onto the floor. Dazed, he sat up to see what caused him to plunge to the wooden floor.
A box he had never seen before. It was dusty and mildewed. Curious, Chris rubbed his palm over the top of the box and blew away the dust.
Written in black Sharpie was his name.