Complicated

Description: Chris is a Solider, and a damn good one at that. When his two best friends are killed right in front of him and he get cheated on, his drill sergeant thinks it's best for him to take some time off and be with his family. Back at home, he realises how much drama the Halliwells have been through without the youngest Wyatt-Halliwell male, and they need him back, permanently, but can he chose between his life or his family?

Warnings: Swearing, slightly graphic death scenes/nightmares, and homosexual relationships.

Disclaimer: As much as I would like, I don't own Charmed, but my birthday is in twelve days, do you think I might get it as a birthday Present?

"You cheated on me," Chris accused softly, his voice deadly calm, nothing like his current emotions. His drill sergeant had told him, in the friend that he was, 'Don't fall in love, not here. These soldiers, while loyal, they're not trustworthy, and they ain't half worth of you an' your family." Chris wishes that he had followed the man's advice, wishes that he had never met Aaron.

"I'm so sorry Chris, I swear I love you more, it meant nothing to me, I swear," Aaron pleaded as a faint call of 'Halliwell,' was heard, and before turning on his heel an leaving, Chris snapped viciously, "If you really loved me more, you wouldn't have cheated on me with him in the first place." And with that, the Halliwell-Wyatt check him weapons and uniforms, before storming out, not knowing that his life would be changed drastically the second he left the tent.

He remembers pain, not the physical pain of the explosion, the mental pain of his best friend being shot, dying in his arms, then he remembers the physical pain, of hitting his head as he fell, the explosion impacting his hand, and he briefly remembers something heavy landing on his chest before he passed out, and he decides that maybe succumbing to the darkness for more than eternity, might be better than this.

Moaning slightly as he came to, properly, this time, Chris could feel the burning pain in his hand, and the strain and pain on his chest every time he breathed in. He decided it wouldn't be worth the effort to even try and pull himself up. Opening his eyes, he was also very aware, of a blinding headache, and he moaned loudly, moving his uninjured arm to cover his eyes.

He wasn't sure how long he had been laying there, fighting the tears away before a hand was placed on his arm, and removing it from his face, he looked up in to the face of Paul Saunders, family friend and drill sergeant, and knowing instantly what was come,

"Get up Chris, you're goin' home boy, Plane'll be there in forty' minutes. Your family will meet yah' at the airport, you've been given four weeks off, call me if you need anymore." And with that, the man left, leaving Chris to get ready.

His bags were already next to him and pushing himself up he reached over, grabbing a uniform, the only clothes that he had bought over to Afghanistan, and standing, quickly changing. He grimaced down at the horrible looking uniform, and was strangely glad that he would soon, be wearing everyday wear, something he hadn't worn in close to three years.

He was going home, and he grinned slightly, despite the fact of what had happened, he was happy to go home, to finally see his family again.

To see his brother again.