This is a story that simply came in my head and wouldn't go away anymore. I hope you like it. Please review.

Most of the story is in Chris POV. When it is in somebody elses POV I mention it. Hope it is not to confusing.

Charmed doesn't belong to me. Neither does Drew fuller, a shame really...

It's been years. Years since they talked. Really talked. Just the two of them.

The last time had been before they lost it all. Before he had given up. Before his brother lost himself. Before he became evil.

Even now as he leans against the wall. As HIS eyes scan the room and rest on you. Even now he doesn't know if that had still been his brother. Or if he was already lost.

They used to try. When they were younger. When all this just started. When the darkness had not yet consumed his brother completely. They tried.

They used to sit down and talk. About silly things. Unimportant things. About food and drinks. About the weather…

And all the things that mattered. All the conversations they should have had. All the things they should have said. Were never said.

They remained hidden. Just like their thoughts. Until it was to late.

Even now as he leans against the wall. He wonders. If he had said what he thought. If they had really talked, would things perhaps had turned out differently? But it is to late now. And they will never now.

But they have long since stopped trying. The silly conversations they once had, the laughs they shared over stupid things, have disappeared in time.

They have been replaced. By screams and fights. Orders and hidden thoughts. No more laughs. No more talking. Nothing left of what had once been.

It's been years. Years since they talked. Really talked just the two of them.

And he can't really remember when that had been. And he can't really remember what they talked about.

And he wonders if it really matters.

Time. It passes. For everyone. Even if you want it to stop. Just for one moment. It does not.

Time never stops. For nobody. No matter how hard you wish. No matter how hard you try. It does not stop. Ever.

Time is eternal. It is the only thing that no matter what happens will last forever. The only thing that will never fade away.

But sometimes time slows down. Like when your mother fell to the ground. Time didn't stop but it slowed down. As if to give you a moment to say goodbye.

And it is at that moment. As you hold on to your dying mother, that you finally realize. That no matter how eternal time may seem. Eventually everyone runs out of time.

Time. It does not stop. No matter how hard you wish. It just keeps going.

Sometimes he wonders why he tries. Why he tries to fight against HIM. Why he even thinks he can be saved.

But then he remembers. He remembers his brother smiling. His brother laughing. So many moments.

He remembers playing with his big brother. He remembers his big brother protecting him. He remembers so many things.

And so he keeps on trying. Trying to find a way to reason with him. Trying to find a reason to save him.

But sometimes he wonders. If his brother is really worth saving. If his brother can be saved.

And sometimes even the memories can't help him. Those are the moments he almost gives up.

Death. It's irreversible. It's one of the only constants of his life. He doesn't know how many people he has lost.

His mother. His aunts. His uncles. His nieces. His nephews. His friends. His father. And now his brother.

The city is filled with dead bodies. Everyday they find somebody else. Some he knew. Some are strangers. But he doesn't cry.

He can't cry. He has no more tears left. He has cried so much. But now he does not.

He wonders if HE ever cries. He wonders if Wyatt even cares.

Brothers. It's what they are now. It's the only thing that's left. A simple title. A connection between the two of them.

They used to be so much more then brothers. They used to be best friends. They used to protect each other. Look out for each other.

Now his big brother barely looks at him. He remembers a time that it was different. A time when his big brother was there for him.

But that time has long since passed. And not there is nothing left.

And he wonders if Wyatt is still the brother he once knew. Or if he died so many years ago.

Hope. They say it's the last thing to disappear. If everything is lost. The last thing you lose is hope.

No matter what happens. No matter what they take away from you. No matter what. Hope is the last thing that remains.

Hope is the last thing to disappear. Now as you sit on a bench in the park you know this is truth.

Hope is all he has left now. Hope that he can save his brother. Hope for a better world.

Sometimes they fight. Sometimes when he can't take it anymore, he screams out his mind. The fights always end the same way. Wyatt loses his temper. He gets hurt. And then he runs.

HIS demons usually find him by the next day. Nobody speaks of the fight again. They keep going just like before.

And sometimes Chris wonders if his brother really cares. Sometimes he wonders if his brother feels a thing.

The fights will always come again. And they will always go the same way. Nothing will ever change.

But they don't hate each other. They can't. They are brothers. They love each other.

Or at least that's what he wants to believe.

Sometimes he sees it in his eyes. Love. Sometimes, when they are alone, he sits down next to him.

And if anybody would be looking they would see two brothers sitting next to each other. It doesn't happen very often. And there is never anybody to see it.

But that's how he knows. Somewhere deep inside his brother loves him. It may be a very small part of him. But he loves him nevertheless.

He remembers a long time ago. When he was a child. His aunt Phoebe once told him. Evil can't love, Chris.

He does not know if it is truth. He doesn't know if his aunt just told him that. He doesn't know if his aunt really believed it, or just wished it to be truth.

But he hangs onto it. Desperately. Because if it is truth that evil can't love. Then there is hope.

Because if it is truth, as long as his brother loves him, there is good in him.

Somewhere deep inside.

Sometimes he wonders why he never saw it. Why he never saw the change in his brother. The only things that comes to mind is that he was grieving. And he didn't see.

When their mother died, they both crumbled. They both fell on their knees and cried. And they held each other, hoping the other could keep them up.

When their aunt phoebe died. They both fell on their knees and cried. And they still held each other. Even as they know they couldn't hold each other up.

When their aunt Paige died he crumbled. He fell on his knees and his brother followed. He cried and his brother held him. But his brother cried no more.

When their grandfather died he crumbled. He fell on his knees and his brother followed. He cried and his brother held him. But still his brother did not cry.

When Prue, their niece died, he still fell onto his knees and cried. But his brother remained standing. Just a hand on his shoulder this time.

When Penny, their other niece died, he still fell onto his knees and cried. But his brother remained standing. And this time he smiled.

And when Melinda, their sister died, he fell onto his knees and cried. His brother didn't even look at the body. He just continued his path.

And when their father died. Wyatt laughed. And he remained standing. But he still cried.

And he did not see the change in his brother until it was to late. Perhaps if he had seen it, things would be different.