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A/N: this is my second Charmed fic. Later chapters will come up so keep checking, thank you for reading and don't forget to review.

Warnings: Contains subject inappropriate for kids, reader discretion is advised.

The Secret's in the Telling

R. S. Azalea

Chapter One

It hadn't always been easy with his presence around their room. His constant whiny noises he made when he was asleep or even his sniffles when he thought no one heard him when he cried. It didn't make any sense why his little brother suffered so much when no one did him wrong. For a long time he had thought that Chris was just jealous of him and his Twice-blessed powers but as they were getting older he was convinced it was another thing.

Wyatt heard him shuffled between his sheets on the other bed. He sighed and turned to see the little red light of his alarm clock that said 3:28 am. It was one of those days that no matter how much he wanted or how much his eyelids wanted or how much his body screamed for him to sleep his brain was compelled to stay awake. He heard Chris shuffled again; he made a small sound with his throat as he turned again.

Wyatt frowned, why did the kid have so many nightmares? What was it that made him sometimes stay awake all night only to say in the morning that he slept like an angel when someone asked. He sighed again for what seemed like the thousand times that night as he closed his eyelids hoping he could ignore his brother's dreams.

He heard more shuffle but this time they were becoming more violent. He heard him murmur something in his sleep. Annoyed at the daily routine that had been going on for a year; he got up to wake his brother so he could go back to his bed and try to convince his body to go back and to stay asleep.

The moonlight coming from the window reflected on their silhouettes making their edges glow a hint of blue. He reached the end of the bed and was about to shake him awake when he heard his name coming from his little brother's lips. He frowned deeper, he wondered what was Chris dreaming about and how did it involved him.

Deciding to get it out of his brother no matter what he reached out to his brother's shoulder only to be stopped again when he heard his brother plea: "no Wyatt please no".

With this now Wyatt was really annoyed. Chris avoided any question when he asked but made him promise not to tell anyone that he was having nightmares. Wyatt had kept his promise but it had been a year already and Wyatt was going to college soon and he didn't want to leave his brother un-attended when he left. After all, who would be the one to wake him up when he had a nightmare?

For the third time he reached out to his brother's shoulder to shake him awake but he saw something he had never seen before. He knew that Chris cried at times in the middle of the night but for Chris's pride he never went to him and never brought it up. He hadn't seen his brother's tears since they were kids and now tears streamed down his doll-like face.

Making up his mind after the shock of tears Wyatt finally shook him. Chris woke up startled into a sitting position and his eyes were at first disorientated until he met with his eyes and they were drowned in fear in a second after they settled in relief and recognition.

"You were dreaming." Wyatt explained as Chris turned his head away to the wall where he kept the tears as he didn't want Wyatt to know that he had been crying and yet still embarrassed because he knew for sure the older Halliwell knew.

"Sorry." Chris said monotone.

"What were you dreaming about?" Wyatt asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.

He watched his brother's features and wondered when had it been since his little brother grown up to be so beautiful. It seemed only yesterday since he had been shooing him away when he brought his friends over or when he wanted to go to some party or to the movies. He had always found him annoying but at the same time when demons attacked Wyatt only cared for his safety.

Chris seemed like he was the complete opposite of him; they were like the sun and the moon, like the day and the night. He had golden locks, blue eyes, tan skin, smiles that lasted ages, he knew everyone loved him and sometimes Wyatt took advantage of that. Chris however was pale, had dark hair that was very wild no matter how much he tried fixing it unlike his, his eyes were a beautiful shade of brilliant green like two jewels plastered on his face, he was very pale that sometimes seemed sickly. Wyatt knew that Chris didn't have many friends, he in fact had two, one was a friend he had since he was ten but had moved when his parents divorced and the books he read.

Another thing that seemed to separate them, Chris was studious; he liked keeping his nose stuck behind a book while Wyatt did everything in his power to get away from books. It wasn't as though he was dumb, he knew his stuff, it was natural for him, he didn't need to study, and things were just simple for him. Chris in the other hand studied the night before and got decent grades but nothing compared to his.

For the longest of time Chris didn't say anything and Wyatt was beginning to feel impatient. Wyatt knew that he wasn't really known for his patience and everyone knew that he lost it easily; and just before he said anything Chris wiped the dry tears from his face.

"I have been dreaming of my other life." His voice was just above a whisper, so soft that Wyatt had to lean closer to hear.

"What do you mean?"

His brother turned to face him. He had a sad smile on his face, his eyes told a different story, it seemed as though his eyes belonged to an old man instead of a sixteen year old.

Wyatt stared at him without knowing what to say or do. He didn't know how to react to this. He didn't understand; and just before he could ask Chris leaned closer to him.

"I am glad you are my brother." He reached out and cupped his face into his hands.

His green eyes fixed on him; his stare was as though it was the first time looking at him. Wyatt felt exposed and embarrassed; he went red around his ears and gulped hard but no matter how embarrassed he felt he couldn't tear his eyes away.

Chris went on as his eyes were wet with fresh tears that made his features look so raw, beautiful and fragile as Wyatt stared at him. Wyatt fought the urge to reach out and hug him; he felt the need to protect him.

"That you are safe." Chris went on.

Wyatt felt Chris's slender fingers play a little with one blonde lock as he stared at him with wonder and before Wyatt could do or say anything he felt himself being pulled into a tight embrace. His face was between the nape of his neck and Chris's slender neck and his shoulder; Wyatt's lips touched briskly his collar bone.

He could smell Chris's cheap cologne, his soap and shampoo, his sweat combined with the smell of bed and a hint of the food they had eaten for dinner and Wyatt couldn't help but inhale him in, his smell burning his nostrils.

He felt Chris's arms around his larger frame. He could feel his body shaking, his breathing impaired as he cried into his hair. Wyatt could feel multiple kisses being planted on his crown and could feel Chris's hands petting his hair combing it back and then finally reaching down to his back where he rub into a circular motion. He felt like a child in a mother's arms.

Hesitantly, Wyatt encircled his arms around his slim form. He felt as though he should be the one comforting him but it was the other way around. He tried several times for what seemed a very long time from that position but Chris wouldn't budge.

After a while Wyatt felt himself go loose and before he knew it he fell asleep. He fell asleep in Chris's arms tight and caged with what seemed to have no key.

TBC

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