Hey everyone! This is my first Charmed fic so go easy on me, ok? This first chapter is kinda slow since it is only the first chapter. I had to get everything stared before I get to the drama and action and the real plot. So I hope you enjoy. Reviews would be nice.
Paige Matthews Halliwell
Wyatt Halliwell (23)
Chris Halliwell (17)
Ryan Halliwell (16) (Piper and Leo's third son)
Disclaimer: You know the drill- I don't own Charmed or any of these characters (besides Ryan). So please don't sue me.
"Chris! Wake up!"
Chris groaned to himself as he lay sprawled on his bed. He blinked a few times before quickly glancing up at his alarm clock.
He turned his body to the source of the voice and found Wyatt leaning against the doorframe to his room. He was already dressed in jeans and a navy button up shirt and his wavy blond hair was slightly damp from his morning shower.
"If you don't hurry up and get downstairs, Ryan is gonna eat your pancakes for ya. You know how much of a pig our little bro can be."
"Trust me, I know. I'll be down in a sec." Chris replied as he slowly sat up on his bed and rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes.
Wyatt gave Chris a wink before turning away from the door and making his way to the stairs.
Chris let out a sigh as he glanced outside the window above his bed. It was another sunny and cloudless summer day in San Francisco. 'What a surprise.' He thought to himself.
He stretched his arms and legs before getting up and grabbing a random shirt from his dresser. In this case, it was a plain, white, short sleeve motocross shirt. He quickly found the pair of jeans he wore yesterday and threw them on.
He knew Wyatt was only half joking about Ryan eating his pancakes. Ever since Chris could remember, his little brother had always seemed to have a bottomless pit for a stomach. He ate twice as much a kid his age should eat, yet he didn't ever seem to gain a pound. It was probably because of the constant running he had to do at his soccer practices. Ryan had been playing soccer since the 5th grade and continued to play in his sophomore year of high school. It seemed the perfect sport for him because he could finally burn off all of the energy he had built up inside of him.
That was one of the reasons Chris loved his baby brother so much. No matter what was going on, Ryan always seemed to be able to keep happy, upbeat, and full of energy. His energy and cheeriness could be sensed the moment he walked into a room.
Taking one last look outside the window, Chris left his room and made his way downstairs to the kitchen. He could already smell the pancakes as he walked into the kitchen where everyone was already seated and eating.
Wyatt and Ryan were seated next to each other and were digging in to their plates. His Aunt Paige was chatting with his mom and Aunt Phoebe was reading the morning paper and didn't seem to notice Chris walk into the room.
Phoebe had let her hair grow out again and now her curly brown hair grazed her shoulders. It was hard to tell she had aged at all because she was still in excellent shape and her face wore no wrinkles. The only thing that had really changed about her was her hair.
Paige however had gotten tired of her look, again, and changed it quite a few times over the past several years. The frequent dye jobs had left her hair blonde, red, and even pink for a few months. But after the constant nagging from Piper that she was too old to be dying her hair wacky colors, she had finally returned to her natural color and became a brunette once again. Like, Phoebe, she was still in great shape and it was hard to tell her age because her face hadn't changed a bit over the past years.
"Aww! You just had to come down Chris! I was just about to take your pancakes too!" Ryan exclaimed as he spotted his older brother enter the kitchen.
"Geez Ryan, way to show your brotherly love," Wyatt exclaimed from beside him.
"Well then Wyatt, why don't you show me some brotherly love and give me one of your pancakes?" Ryan replied with raised eyebrows.
"Because you already took half my other pancake when I had my back turned. Did you really think I didn't see that? I'm not stupid, Ry."
"Oh really, could've fooled me," Ryan sarcastically remarked with a grin before scowling at Wyatt after he hit him across the back of his head.
Chris grinned at the little quarrel between his brothers as he took a seat across from them. His mom, finally noticing that Chris had come into the kitchen, already began to fuss at him.
"Chris, why are you up so late? Did you come in late again last night?"
"No, I was just-"Chris began but was cut off by his mom again.
"How many times have me and your father been over this? What on earth are you doing every night? You cant just keep doing this Chris! Do you enjoy getting in trouble because you always seem to find it! After your grades from last year, you should be spending more time raising your grades. Wyatt and Ryan have no problem keeping their grades high and they both play sports!" Piper exclaimed to her younger son.
"Sorry mom," Chris mumbled while he fiddled with his fingers in his lap and kept his nervous gaze downward. It was a habit he had picked up over the years every time either of his parents yelled at him, which was about all the time. He felt the familiar feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach as he continued to play with his fingers, "I didn't mean bother you. It won't happen again."
"That's what you said last time this happened, and the time before that, and the time before that! I can't even believe your words now Chris! I turn my back on you for a second and your getting yourself into trouble! What are we supposed to do with you?"
The feeling of guilt in Chris's stomach doubled as he looked away from his family and concentrated on a spot on the floor. He really didn't mean to get his mom and dad worked up by this. He was sure that they wouldn't even notice that he was missing so late at night and came in at dawn.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled again.
"Yeah, mom. Lay off Chris. I'm going to start tutoring him now that it's summer. By the time he goes back to school he'll be able to raise his grades. And plus, its summer vacation! Let him hang out late every once in a while. Let him have fun. Its what you're supposed to do during summer!" Wyatt said as he defended his brother.
This is what Chris appreciated most about his older brother. Wyatt always defended Chris when either his parents or aunts started to yell at him or every time he got into trouble.
Growing up in the manor, Chris seemed to always be the one who was the target of his parent's wrath. Ever since he could remember, his parents never seemed satisfied with him. Either they were yelling at him about his poor grades at school or didn't seem to notice him. It was probably the fact that he was pretty quiet around his parents and aunts and didn't really ask for their attention. And the fact that he had two perfect brothers didn't really help. Don't get it wrong, he loved both his older brother and younger brother to death. But being the middle child between an older brother who is the "twice-blessed child", straight-A student, captain of the football team, and a younger brother who is the baby of the family, captain of the soccer team, and the child who could do no wrong... let's just say that he usually wasn't the center of attention at the manor.
It meant a lot to Chris that his older brother actually noticed him and stood up for him when he was being yelled at.
Piper sighed, "Wyatt, this is between me, your father, and Chris." Even though she said that, she stopped fussing at Chris. She always listened to Wyatt.
"Ok, as much fun as this little breakfast was, I gotta be at the office in 30 minutes to finish the column. I hope you kick a few goals at practice today, Ryan!" Phoebe said as she rose from the table.
"Just for you Aunt Pheebs," Ryan replied with his famous innocent grin.
"Suck-up" Wyatt coughed into his hand as Ryan shot him a death glare.
"Hey! Be nice to each other!" Piper said as she broke the two up.
"We're gonna kick the other teams' ass this Saturday, aren't we Ryan?" Paige asked her youngest nephew with a grin on her face.
"Definitely! You should see the guys on this team. They're all slower than turtles!"
"Well I guess we'll see them at the game! See you guys later! Oh, I'm so gonna be late, gotta go!" Phoebe quickly scurried out of the kitchen holding a mug of coffee and her purse and soon the sound of the front door closing could be heard.
"Mom, I think we better go too. Coach Casey nearly blew a fuse the last time I was late for practice. Remember how red his face got? It was kinda freaky," Ryan said as he got up and grabbed his sports bag from the counter.
"Yeah, it was kinda scary. Well, let's not see a replay of that. Don't forget to grab an extra bottle of water from the fridge." Piper also stood from the table and grabbed the car keys. "Paige, you gonna come with us?"
"Sure, why not. I have nothing else to do, so why not give moral support?" Paige said as she got up and grabbed her sun glasses.
"Wyatt, weren't you and your father supposed to train with Excalibur this morning?" Piper asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Mom," Wyatt groaned, "Do I have too? You know how much I hate going up there. All the whitelighters and elders freak me out with their 'blessed be' crap."
"You know the answer to that. You're the one with the power to wield the sword. You should learn how to control it. Besides, the elders won't let you practice anywhere else with the sword. They're afraid someone else will take it."
"Aren't they supposed to be pacifists? So correct me if I'm wrong but shouldn't they be against bringing a large, deadly sword that can cause mass destruction to their main head quarters?" Wyatt asked.
"Very funny Wyatt. Now hurry up and go!. Your dad left like an hour ago! You told him you would go right after breakfast! You sat, you ate, your full, so now you go!" Piper sigh exasperated with her son.
"Fine, don't listen to your own son's needs. Just go with what the elder's want. You know, the people who make our lives miserable every single day." And with that, Wyatt orbed out in a swirl of blue and white lights as Piper rolled her eyes at her son's cockiness.
"Practice. Me. Angry Coach. Gotta go, now!" Ryan reminded his mother as he grabbed the car keys from his mom's hands and walked out the door.
"Hey mister! I hope your not under the ridiculous impression that you are gonna drive after what happened last time!" Paige exclaimed as she followed her nephew out the door leaving just Piper and Chris in the kitchen.
"Ok, we'll be back in a couple of hours. Can you clear the table for me? And your father and I will talk to you about last night. Do you understand me?" Piper questioned her son with a look.
"Yes," Chris mumbled back while he avoided his mom's gaze.
Piper sighed and walked out the door, closing it behind her. Chris let out a breath that he didn't know he had been holding. He looked around the empty room and sighed. 'Alone.. Again.. What else is new?' he thought to himself as he began to clear the table and do the dishes. He should be used to this by now, right? I mean, it wasn't like it was a new concept for him. How many times over the years had he sat alone in the manor. Then why did he still feel so depressed?
After he finished the dishes, he quickly wiped his hands on his jeans and went to the fridge where he found a box of chocolates that he had bought and left in there the night before. After grabbing the box out of the fridge, he grabbed his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans and made sure he had some money in there. He found two twenty dollar bills. After tucking away his wallet back to its original spot, he orbed out of the kitchen in a mass of swirling blue and white lights.
He rang the doorbell and waited patiently as he shuffled his feet and glanced around the hallway of the apartment building. He heard footsteps behind the door and returned his gaze back at it.
The door swung open to reveal a beautiful woman with long black hair and tanned skin with a wide grin on her face.
"Hey, sweetie!" She exclaimed as she leaned over and kissed him sweetly on his cheek. "Come in!"
Chris smiled at her perkiness and walked into the apartment. The woman sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to her to motion for Chris to come over and sit down next to her. Chris grinned and sat next to her.
"Here, I brought you some chocolate. Your favorite. I know you've been craving for them so I bought you a pack after I left your place last night."
"Yay! I've been dying for these! You're the best!" She replied as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before opening the box.
"Well, it's the only normal cravings you've had so far. What was the last one again? Pickle and peanut butter sandwich?" Chris asked making a disgusted face.
"Hey! Don't make fun of me! It's not my fault I get cravings! And as a matter of fact, pickle and peanut butter taste good together," she replied as she cuddled against Chris's chest and popped a chocolate into her mouth.
Chris wrapped his arms around her shoulder and smiled down at her.
After popping another chocolate into her mouth, she looked up to see him staring at her with a smile.
"What? Do I have chocolate on my teeth?" She asked.
"No, you're beautiful. You know how much I love you, right?"
"How could I not? You're the best boyfriend in the world. And in a few months, you'll be the best daddy in the world too!" She said as she put her hand over her 4 months pregnant belly and smiled. Chris also couldn't help but grin as he laid his hand over hers and rubber her stomach.
"I love you, Bianca, and I'll always love our baby."