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Chapter One : A Boy's Inner Demons

The old nursery was revamped and modernized. The walls got a fresh coat of light blue and a small bed was placed under the window. Wyatt's old dresser was fixed up and an old toy box was once again filled to the brim with colorful things. As she looked around the room, Piper felt a sense of deja vu. The room hasn't looked like this since Melinda was born fourteen years ago.

Taking a deep breath, she walked downstairs, snagging her keys on the way. She threw her purse over her shoulder and smiled at her eldest son and husband. The three headed out, Wyatt unnaturally silent as they drove to the Center of Children and Family Services. Christopher was once again sitting on a blue plastic chair, his head bowed. A backpack sat at his feet stuffed and a ratty stuffed dragon head was poking out from the top.

Wyatt sent the small boy a smile before turning towards Lauren. "He's all ready to go," the social worker stated, "We'll do a house check in thirty days and then another one randomly."

Wyatt nodded and turned towards his son. "Ready to go?"

Christopher merely stood up and grabbed his backpack. Wyatt gently placed his hand on Christopher's shoulder and frowned when the small body flinched. "Thank you, Lauren." Wyatt said.

"You're welcome. It was nice meeting you, Christopher."

The boy looked up through his his bangs before they snapped back to the ground. Lauren smiled softly before nodding towards the family, "We'll see you soon."

Piper softly said her goodbye and thanks before walking towards the entrance; her son and grandson in front of her. The young child was subdued for his age and he always kept his head down with his hair covering his face. He was probably just a shy child; but, the way he tensed when Wyatt tried to convey affection for his newly found son set her on edge; and she knew by the way Leo's eyes honed in on the child, he was thinking the same thing.

"I'll put him in the booster seat," Leo said.

Wyatt nodded and took the backpack from Christopher's hand. The young boy let out a small gasp, his green eyes widening as Wyatt pulled the bag farther away from him. Christopher's hand reached out slightly before he stopped and let his hand fall, his little fingers curling into a tight fist. "What's wrong, buddy?" Leo whispered, kneeling beside his grandson as Wyatt froze.

Christopher's hand snapped down and a frown marred his face. Wyatt turned, "Christopher, what's wrong? You can tell us."

The young boy gulped and looked between his father and grandfather before slowly shaking his head. Leo took the backpack from Wyatt's hand and brought it back towards Christopher. "Is there something in here that you wanted?"

Christopher glanced at Leo then at the backpack. With a shaky hand, the young child began to reach out and slowly pulled the stuffed dragon out and clutched it tightly to his chest. "Oh," Wyatt gasped, "I'm sorry, buddy, didn't think you would want him."

Smothering his face into the stuffed animal, Christopher hid his fear as Leo gently picked him from the ground to place him in the SUV. Hearing it start, the young boy peered up and glanced around. His father sat beside him while his grandparents sat in front. Glancing out the window gave him no further answers on where he was going. Houses and small businesses were the scenery to his new home before they pulled up to a dark maroon manor.

"Welcome home, son." Wyatt stated with a large smile.

Christopher looked at the home closely. It was larger than his previous place of living and well-kept. He hid his face once more when his father picked him up and placed him on the ground. Christopher's dark red backpack was slung over Wyatt's shoulder as he led his toddler son towards the manor. The young boy's eyes were taking in everything. The potted plants on the porch that were thriving with life, and the month old cheesy valentine decorations that were hanging in the doorway and windows. The scent of chocolate chip cookies and pancakes lingered in the air as the forest green door opened.

"Is this him?"

Christopher jumped when he heard the high-pitched voice as a young woman barreled into the foyer. She had long brown hair that was slightly wavy and her matching eyes were sparkling with excitement and anxiety. She had a large smile on her face and was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"Melinda," Wyatt growled, "Calm down, you're scaring him."

Melinda smiled and knelt in front of Christopher, "Hi honey, I'm your Aunt Melinda."

Christopher shrank back, his arms clutching the stuffed dragon tightly.

"Oh! Is this your dragon? What's his name?" Melinda inquired.

Christopher said nothing, his eyes staring at the wooden floor intently. Melinda glanced up at her older brother before frowning, "Honey, I won't bite."

"I think he's just shy," Leo said, ruffling Christopher's hair, "Go show him his room, Wy."

Wyatt smiled and swung the little boy on to his hip. Christopher's face was hiding in his dragon's face as Wyatt walked up the stairs. Leo sighed and turned towards his wife and daughter, "Melinda, ease up, he's a bit shell shocked."

"Could it be Alyssa's death?"

Piper frowned, "It will probably take years to get pass that, Melinda. Just calm down. Let him get settled."

Melinda rolled her eyes, "Fine. He's just so cute!"

Piper shook her head, "Don't you have homework to do, missy?"

"Yes Mom," Melinda groaned before beginning the trek up the stairs towards her bedroom.

Piper looked at Leo and smiled, "Another child already in these walls. I was hoping to have at least a couple gray hairs before that happened."

"Things happen for a reason, Piper." Leo remarked, "You know that better than anyone else. Christopher came here to do somethin-"

Leo was cut off by his eldest child's yell for them. Without thinking, the two rushed up the stairs and into the nursery. A loud crash was heard as Wyatt hit the dresser. A demon stood in the middle of the room, a smirk on his scarred face as he turned towards the Twice-Blessed. "Leave him alone, you bastard," Piper growled, flicking her wrists and watching with glee as the demon shrieked in pain. Another flick and the demon exploded into ash.

Wyatt groaned as his father healed him, the blond man coughing slightly as his broken ribs knitted back together. Sniffles broke Piper's concentration on her son and husband and resettled them on the young boy cowering in the corner.

"Christopher," Wyatt gasped, scrambling to get up. Once by his son's side, he gently took the boy in to his arms, ignoring the small punches he got in return. "Shh, everything is fine."

Christopher shook his head and twisted and pushed in an attempt to get out of Wyatt's hold. "It's okay. Shh." Wyatt licked his lips and leaned against the wall as his son continued to fight his hold.

It took hours for Christopher to calm down, finally succumbing to exhaustion. Wyatt gently placed him in bed before starting to pick up the broken shards of the dresser and clothing. He frowned as he saw a tip of wood soaked in blood, and once again, wished he didn't have to subject his son to his new lifestyle so abruptly. He didn't even know if his child wielded any powers.

Hearing a soft whimper, Wyatt whipped around to look at his son. The boy was tangled in his bedding, his face contorted in distress. He knelt beside the bed and began to smooth his son's hair in an attempt to comfort. The boy twisted and kicked his blanket off.

"What's wrong?" Piper asked as she walked into the room.

"I-I don't know," Wyatt stammered, "He's having a nightmare."

"It's okay, honey," Piper soothed, "Come on, wake up."

"Stop , I'm sorry," whimpered Christopher, the boy's tone sounded fearful.

"Come on, Chris. Wake up, buddy," Wyatt shook his son.

"No. No." Continued the small boy before he sat up, shouting the word and releasing a wave of power that sent Piper and Wyatt into the opposite wall. Wyatt sat up and looked at his son. Christopher sat on his bed, gasping for breath. He turned towards his mother, the woman groaning as she sat up.

"Wyatt,"

"I'm fine," he quickly answered before turning back towards Christopher, "But what the hell happened to my son?"