Many's the time I ran with you down
The rainy roads of our old town
Many the lives we lived in each day
And buried altogether
Don't laugh at me
Don't look away

You'll fallow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped and legs of stone
You'll knock on my door
And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know!

I know you think I'm holding you down
And I've fallen by the wayside now
And I don't understand the same things as you
But I do

Don't laugh at me
Don't look away

You'll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped and legs of stone
You'll knock on my door
And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know!

Lyrics by Keane

great band and this is the most beautiful song ever

Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed.

short note: I know this topic is not new, but of course I plan my own little twist. So, please give at a change! Read and review!

Chapter 1

„Chris go upstairs and get your homework for me to check," Piper said while drying her hands with a towel.

"Oh mum," the 14-year-old groaned. Chris sat in the conservatory with his ipod. He got it for his birthday six months ago. Piper wasn't amused when her sisters had bought the music player, as she believed that it was only another electronic item that would end up in a drawer. But it turned out that Chris loved the thing. He had put over 200 songs in it and was barely seen without the earplugs. Piper wished, he had so much interest in school as he had in his music.

Right with the beginning of spring, Chris hit the rebellious phase. That was almost the same time, as Wyatt left that phase. So, there hadn't been a break for the parents. Anyway, Piper needed to remind her son to do his homework or study for a test all the time. Chris always had been an average student, but with the last tests his marks dropped noticeable.

"Now, Christopher! If you have done them, then it won't be a problem for you to show them to me," Piper reasoned. "Now, go! Hurry!"

Chris went up the stairs provocative slowly. Piper shook her head.

Chris took his notebook. He hadn't done all of his homework but there was a major mistake in his mother's tactic, anyway. She always checked his homework, if they were done properly and correctly. But she never knew how many work he had to do. He went back into the living room. The sooner he got there the sooner he would have his peace.

"Chris! Watch out!" he heard his mother call. The boy looked up an saw a fire ball flying towards his head. Chris ducked the attack. Piper blew up the demon, that has just shimmered into her house. But suddenly, there were four more materializing. Chris used his telekinesis on one of the demons, but was himself thrown into the cupboard. Chris felt the throbbing pain in his head. He felt dizzy and couldn't get up right away. In the background, he heard the sounds of his mum fighting. Chris felt a shadow above him, he opened his eyes and looked into the red ones of a demon, but its fire ball never hit him as the demon burst into flames. Wyatt kneed down next to his brother. "Chris, you stay down!" Chris nodded, what made him feel more dizzy. He noticed the sounds, as his brother used his combasting power to vanquish the demons. Then he heard something else. Something that frightened him. "No, no, no! Mum!" It was Wyatt's voice forming the desperate words. "Aunt Paige!" the older witch screamed.

Wyatt moved back over to his little brother and healed him. Tears were in his eyes but Wyatt didn't want to upset him. The blue and white orbs that appeared next to him turned into Paige. But she already knew. Her whitelighter side had felt it as soon as Piper had given up. She turned towards her sister, though.

"What's with mum?" Chris demanded. "Wyatt? Wyatt, what happened to her?" Chris jumped to his feet, but couldn't see his mother as Wyatt stood in front of him blocking his view with his much taller statue. "What's with her, Wyatt?" Chris asked once more. Even though, he knew exactly. But it could not be true, could it? Chris took another step forward but was stopped by his brother, who dragged him out of the room. Their mother was in no condition to be seen by his little brother.

"Let me go, Wyatt!" he yelled. His brother had a firm grip on him. Chris tried to fight him off but he wasn't strong enough. He tried kicking and scratching. But didn't work. "Mum? Wyatt, I want to see her!"

Wyatt hugged his baby brother tightly. "Why can't you help her?" Chris said sobbing. He buried his face in his big brother's shoulder, finally stopping to battle him and started to cry.

This was the worst, Piper Halliwell could have done to her family: Leaving them alone to mourn her death.

It was not fair, that they had to sit here on this sunny day staring at the dark wodden coffin.

Leo wanted to say farewell only with the close family – which meant 12 people already – to make things easier for hs sons. But in the end there were too many people that loved Piper and wanted to attend the funeral. Almost 50 people stood on the cemetry surrounding the grave, including staff from the P3 and Piper's restaurant, students from Wyatt's and Chris' school and some creatures that could only be seen by the wiccan guests.

Wyatt sat next to Phoebe both crying and comforting each other, while her husband Coop tried to explain his little daughters, why they all cried over a wodden box.

Paige's and Henry's son and daughters were still too young to fully understand what was going on . Billie watched them, so Paige could follow the ceremony without interuption.

Victor took it pretty bad to lose yet another daughter. The old man tried to pull himself together and seeked comfort in holding his youngest grandson's hand.

Chris wasn't crying. He had stopped crying five days ago. Now he felt nothing but dumbness.

Leo was asking himself, how he was going to take care of everything on his own. Piper cared for the magic stuff. She did the household. Piper had always been the one organizing everything. She had the boys under control. And now she was gone. Leo often wondered, how she could do all these things.

The minister spoke his last words and then it was their turn to say their goodbyes. Leo took a deep breath. He, Wyatt and Chris were the first to go over to the grave. Leo stood in the middle. He put his arms around his son's shoulders.

Wyatt wasn't crying anymore. There was no use. He knew, his mother wasn't here in this coffin but with her own dead mother, grandmother and sister, probably missing the ones she had to leave behind as much as they did. Wyatt had his brother to think of.

Chris obvioulsy wasn't dealing with the loss at all. And Leo and he never had the greatest relationship. Of course, their father treated his sons equal but Chris and he just hadn't the same interests and opinions.

Moreover, Wyatt was now the main demon hunter in the family now. The power of three had died the day Piper did and Chris wasn't powerful enough, yet, to recreate some kind of power of two thing with Wyatt.

"Goodbye Piper," Leo said and placed a dark red rose on the coffin. He didn't expect his sons to say anything. But he smiled reassuring as he heard Chris say: "We love you, mum."

Wyatt moved over to his brother and hugged him from behind resting his chin on Chris' shoulder. "We'll miss you, right?"

"Yeah," Chris agreed. "We'll miss you."

And that was the last words Chris spoke for the next few days.

The first two days nobody really noticed, that Chris had stopped talking all together. He always was the most quiet one in the family.

Phoebe and Paige still mourned their sister's death themselves and stayed at home with their families as much as possible.

Leo left for magic school as soon as the funeral was over. He needed some time alone even though, he knew that he should stay with is sons. Leo found comfort in work. The best was not to think about the house without Piper, at all. It was too empty, too quiet.

Therefore, the two boys spent most of the time alone at home, as they were freed from school.

The third day, Wyatt finally noticed that Chris was more quiet than usual. When he talked to Chris, he didn't even get a reaction. Chris just sat in the window still, leaning his head against the cool glass and stared straight ahead. Wyatt tried to persuade him to at least eat something, but got no answer from his baby brother. He decided that this may be Chris' way of dealing. He couldn't tell Leo. Moreover, they never even noticed when their dad got home.

Wyatt didn't know, if he should be angry with his father or feel sympathy. He could understand that Leo needed time to deal with the loss of his wife.

But they needed help, too. At least Chris. Wyatt thought, that he himself handled the situation not too bad. He did everything in the household, made the excercises his school mates brought him on their way home, so he could keep up with the school stuff.

"Chris, are you hungry?" Wyatt asked for the hundreth time this day, but Chris just stared ahead. "Do you want to talk about anything? Chris?" Wyatt sighed deeply. When the door bell rang, he went to open it. Maybe it was one of the aunts. Wyatt would love to see one of them and if they'd help him a bit. When he opened the door, he saw his grandfather standing there.

"Grandpa!" he cried happily and hugged him tightly.

Victor missed Piper so much. There had been several times when his daughter came to him and didn't know if she'd live through a major battle. But she always came back. But not this time. She was really gone and none of them have had a chance to say goodbye. He stayed in his apartement the last few days, thinking about his ex-wife, his daughters Prue and Piper and even his ex- mother- in law and how unfair it was that they rescued the world so often and all paid with their lifes. But then he stopped mourning and thought about his two grandsons, who now where all alone missing her mother. He never liked Leo too much and for some reason, he didn't trust his son-in-law that he could handle the situation right.

"Hello, Wyatt. How are you?" the old man asked warmly.

"Okay. It is really great to see you, grandpa. Chris and me are alone all of the time."

"What? Why? Where's your father?" Victor asked angrily. Where the hell was Leo? He needed to stay with his sons now and not hide somewhere and feel sorry for himself.

Wyatt felt bad for even starting, but he needed to talk to someone finally. "He's at work in magic school," the teenager said. "They need him there. That's okay, grandpa. We handle it."

"Where's Chris?" Victor had a feeling like his grandsons weren't handling anything.

"In the conservatory."

Victor went to greet his younger grandson. He could tell from the tone of Wyatt's voice, that he was worried abut his younger brother. Their grandfather could see why, as soon as he looked at the dark haired teen. Chris looked absently out into the garden. His hair started to grow out and he had lost a lot of weight from not eating properly for a week now. Victor stroke over Chris hair and hugged him but Chris didn't return the embrace.

"How are you, buddy?" Victor asked in a tone he would use for a wounded animal. He sat down in a chair next to Chris. He didn't get an answer. "Chris?"

"He's not talking for three days now," Wyatt explained.

Victor frowned. "What did Leo say?"

"Nothing. He doesn't know. He barely saw us the last days."

Victor balled one hand in a tight fist. "Why haven't you called him? Wyatt, he's your father. He should care for the both of you. And not hide in his office. He should look after Chris, so you can deal with the situation in your way."

Wyatt knew that somehow. He only wanted what was best for his father and brother. And when Leo thought, he needed time alone, then Wyatt as the older brother should deal with everything else, so his father could calm down again.

"I mean, what would help you to feel better?" he heard his grandfather ask. He thought about that a second. He'd like to go back to school again and see his friends. He wanted a normal life again. He hated to stay here in this big, empty house all the time with everything reminding him of his mother. Chris was suffering so much. It hurt him to watch his brother without being able to help.

"I'd like to go back to school and see my friends. It may sound strange because I know, I should feel sad and miss mum and I do, but she surely would like to see us go on and do the best we can with or without her."

„Wyatt, you don't need to explain yourself. It's okay. I can understand that you'll like to get out of her for a while. And you should do so, without feeling guilty."

"But who cares for Chris when I'm gone?"

"Your father. That's his job. I can help out, too. You are not responsible for your little brother."

Wyatt didn't agreed with Victor on that one, but didn't say anything.

"Okay, I talk to dad, when he comes home." If he came home. Victor nodded and turned back to Chris, who hadn't even acknowledged his grandfather's presence.

"How long has he been sitting here?"

"Yesterday. And he doesn't eat."

"I see. Hey, Chris, how about we grab a bite. I could make you my famous tuna sandwich," Victor said enthusiastically.

Wyatt let his grandfather try his luck. The only thing he could do for his brother was to give him lots of hugs and tell him how much he loved him.

Chris didn't even look at the food and Victor had to give up eventually. He stayed at the Manor waiting for Leo. He had sent the boys to bed shortly after eleven. Wyatt had orbed Chris to bed as he didn't make any movement to go on his own.

Wyatt didn't sleep too well these days. He often heard his mother walking around the hallway or dreamt of her.

Tonight, he heard his father and grandfather arguing in the living room. He couldn't understand the words but he noticed the tone. Victor was really angry and Leo tried to defend himself.

In the end, the front door slammed shut and Victor left. A few seconds later Wyatt's bedroom door was opened. He could see his brother's shadow on the floor. Neither of them spoke as Chris moved over to the bed and climbed in. Wyatt put his arm around his brother's waist and cuddled him to his chest. He listened as Chris' breath evened out and he fell asleep. Wyatt joinded him a few minutes later.