Typically This Wouldn't Happen

By: RavenHeart101

Disclaimer- I own nothing.

Warnings- I forgot about some Piper bashing. Not a lot, I mean I do not hate her. But in season six, she really did not like Chris until she found out who he was.

Chapter 2

"Keep it up, the stars are close to your head now, it's magical times that we live in…"- Terra Naomi- Close To Your Head

They all stood in a shocked silence. Until Wyatt looked up at his mother, anger showing in his blue eyes. "Again? Mom he's only a child. One that I believe is being abused. And if you can't understand that then screw you."

Piper sighed as her oldest turned his back on her. "Wyatt… sweetie, it's difficult."

"Well than explain it to me mom. 'Cause I'm this close to walking out of this house right now." He held up his thumb and forefinger to show just how close he was. Melinda's eyes flicked between the two of them.

Piper sighed and placed her head in her hands, sitting back down into her seat at the table. "Not right now, sweetie. Just-just let me talk to your aunts first." With one last glare Wyatt spun on his heal and up to his room. Melinda's quiet brown eyes fell onto her mother.

"Mom? What's wrong?" She whispered, placing her hand on her mother's shaking hand. Piper forced a smile.

"Nothing, hunny. Why don't you go bring your brother up his food?" Melinda nodded, picking up the two plates, planning to join her brother. She shot her mother one last concerned look before following in her brother's footsteps.

Typically, Piper Halliwell would never have allowed any child to stay in an abusive household. Typically, she would not be bothering her sisters with this. Typically, Leo would be the one having these problems, with accepting the neurotic white lighter back into their lives, not Piper. Typically, Phoebe would not be pissed beyond belief at her older sister; typically, she would try to be understanding. Well, so much for typical, that's practically been thrown out the window by now.

"He's only a child Piper!" Phoebe shrieked loudly. None of the three sisters noticed the two jumps that could have been heard from outside their mother's bedroom. Melinda stifled a laugh behind her hand.

"He did so much to us. He did nothing but hurt us!" Piper yelled back. Paige shrunk into Piper's bed.

"He may have hurt us but he helped us too." She pointed out. "We wouldn't be here today having the argument if it wasn't for him." Phoebe nodded.

"He hurt us. He hurt all of us." Piper tried to reason.

"No, Piper, he hurt you. And do you want to know why? Because you could never come to terms as to why after all that he did, he had to die. He had so much life to live, and you cannot come to terms with his death. You never fully let him go." Phoebe said angrily. She knew it was right; she did not need her empathy for that.

"I am not holding up emotions over his death!" Piper shot down.

"You avoid even speaking about Chris. Come on Piper you can't even say his name!" Paige attempted to reason with her.

"No, no, no!" Piper shook her head, trying to deny what they were saying.

"You cared about him. Just like Phoebe, Leo and I, and you cannot just accept that he needs our help. You don't want him back in our-your life because you don't want to have to deal with the emotions."

"He screwed everything up."

"I'll admit that the kid had some flaws, because, honestly, he was kind of out of it, while in the past. He tried to help, he really did. Everyone knew that." Phoebe said, sitting down next to Piper, she took her trembling hands in her hands.

"How do we know that he wasn't always part of the family- in his future I mean? He did know us pretty well." Paige said placing her hand on her sister's shoulder.

"At least meet the kid." Phoebe suggested.

"Mommy?" A little voice whispered, the child stood in the doorway, light spewing into the dark bedroom from the hall. Hannah rolled over in bed, facing her child; she ignored the ache in her side where her bruises were kept. She smiled gently at the child and opened up her arms in a welcome. The child shuffled into them gently, having some difficulty climbing onto the tall bed. He buried his chestnut hair in her chest. "Is uncey gowne?" Hannah smiled tightly, nodding at her child. "He huwt Mommy." The child whispered as a statement. He hugged her tightly, closing his eyes before opening them. They shown bright blue and soon Hannah felt the pain in her side subside. She looked up at the child confused. He smiled up at her brightly. "Mommy okay nows?" Hannah smiled back, nodding. She held the child tightly in her arms as the both drifted off to sleep. The little boy had a secret, though, a column of bruises that were forming on the right side of his stomach. Mommy never has to know. He thought to himself, giggling in joy at his accomplishment.

"Wyatt?" Melinda asked as the walked silently up to his room again. "When are you seeing him again?"

"Tomorrow." He whispered shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Can I meet him?" She asked eagerly. Wyatt looked up at her through his blonde hair that was hanging into his face. He smiled lightly.

"Sure." He agreed. "Be ready at 10am, okay?" She nodded happily, hugging him tightly around the middle.

"He'll be fine. Mom will be fine. Everything will be fine." She whispered into his ear, walking away from him and into her bedroom. Wyatt hung his head in despair.

"I'm not so sure." He said to no one in particular. He did not feel like everything would be okay.

Melinda admired the house with wide eyes. "It's cute!" She shrieked. "I want to live here, when I grow up! White picket fence, lovely garden, everything I ever wanted!" Wyatt laughed at his sister as she skipped up the driveway. "So where's Chris? I want to meet him so bad!"

Wyatt chuckled, coming up behind her. "Don't worry. He'll be out in a few." She nodded, he short brown hair bobbing up and down with her head. She was wearing black; her black capries were baggy and had a few chains and a lot of zip up pockets. She was wearing a bright pink shirt that read, I know you wish you had this. Her brown hair was cropped short (Chin short), and in a straight mess of uneven hairs. She did it herself in the bathroom a few weeks before. Wyatt wore denim jean shorts with a brown belt, a brown shirt that read the school name Harper High Football League in big blue letters. His blonde hair was somewhat long; it was in need of a cut, badly.

"Wyeet!" A voice small shrieked alerting the two of a child's presence. Melinda immediately fell in love. The brown haired bundle flew into her older brother's arms, nearly knocking him off balance. He caught himself though (Darn she was really looking forward to that.). He smiled at the child who had buried his face into his soft shirt. "Uncey's gowne." Wyatt smiled at the child. "He twook Mommy too." The smile immediately fell. He cast a concerned look at his younger sister. Melinda's brown eyes mirrored his own.

"Why'd they leave you here?" Wyatt asked gently. Chris shrugged.

"Come see my woom!" He hopped out of Wyatt's arms, pulling him into the house and up the long staircase that led to the upstairs rooms.

"Slow down, kiddo." Wyatt cautioned. Melinda followed behind the two, laughing silently at the sight. Wyatt quickly caught up with the child, halfway up the stairs. He whooshed him up into his arms and together they ran up the rest of the stairs, Chris laughing loudly the whole time. He had his fists in little balls around Wyatt's shirt. Melinda smiled at him gently when his green-eyed gaze fell onto her. He smiled back, shrieking when Wyatt threw him up into the air. "What room?" Wyatt asked looking at the four that were laid out in front of them. Chris pointed at the farthest room down the hall. Melinda opened the door for the two and herself, since Wyatt's hands were full.

"Wow." She whispered in amazement. There were elaborate pictures of people and things all over the walls. Followed by some that looked like the child, trying to copy the other ones, had drawn them. So Chris liked art, huh? She smiled, closing the door behind her. Wyatt was already sitting on the bed that was covered by rocket sheets, and one big cover with the picture of a big wolf on it. Chris snuggled up to Wyatt's side, showing him a picture book. She walked over to the two and sat down beside them. "Who's that?" She asked, pointing at a man who stood leaning over a cradle that probably held baby Chris. He had the same chestnut hair as the little boy.

"Daddy." Chris said cheerfully.

"Where's your daddy?" Wyatt asked gently tightening his arm that was around the boys shoulders.

Chris looked up, and he pointed. They both followed his finger. "He's with gwammy and gwampy." Melinda's eyebrow's furrowed in confusion.

"Where are Grammy and Grandpy?" She asked, fearing the answer.

"In Heaven." The child whispered, he traced his father's frame with his little finger. "Daddy visits me sometimes though, so how can he be dwead?" Wyatt shared a calculating glance with her. This kid was truly more powerful than they thought.

"He was so cute!" Melinda shrieked after they re-materialized at the manor. "I can't believe his father's dead though. That's so depressing."

"Mhmm. He must have some major power if he can call spir-" He looked up at the roof, eyes wide. "Got to go."

"Wyatt?" Melinda asked as her brother orbed away. "Wy?"