A Friend? A Lover?

Chapter 5: memories new and old.



If anyone looked into the Halliwell Manor at this moment of time they would have noticed that they could cut the tension with a knife. All of the Halliwells were staring incredulously at the only Perry present. While said Perry stared at Wyatt with contempt, and a small bit of fear.



“How do you know about Whitelighter's?” Leo asked at last, breaking the unbearable silence.



“Oh, I’ve met one or two of them on my travels.” Chris answered cryptically. Everyone that was listening to the conversation was shocked at how easily Chris was taking the news, and the fact that he seems to hold so much hatred towards the ‘good’ whitelighter’s. Phoebe however, was privy to more of his feelings, and was able to pick up on the fear and pain that was brought up every time that the ‘w’ word was mentioned.



“What did they do to you?” She asked. Now that she mentioned it everyone’s shocked expressions turned into more compassionate ones after they realised that Chris has a past with whitelighter's that obviously is not pretty.



“Humph. Which one?” Chris muttered leaning wearily back into his chair, after the anger left him he found himself drained.



Leo’s face paled. If there was only one whitelighter that made Chris feel this way, it would be easier for them to change his mind about them, but if there was more than one it would be harder.



Piper, though close to tears, decided to be strong and ask the question that was plaguing everyone. “Tell us what they did to you. From the beginning.”



Chris looked at them trying to understand where their intentions lay, seeing that they held no malice towards him he decided that he could still trust them, Whitelighter’s or not.



“I met the first one when I was seven. He seemed like a nice guy, so I let myself trust him. Big mistake on my part. My parents were abusive drunks, so I rarely gave my trust to anyone this was the first time. One night I was home alone, my parents hadn’t come home yet, I got scared because there was a string of abductions in my area, it got so bad that half of my class had disappeared. So I called for him. I expected him to call me a baby for not wanting to stay alone in the dark, but he didn’t he said that he would be right over. When he turned up we played go fish for a while and everything seemed to be going fine....the next thing that I know I woke up in a basement chained to the wall.”



“How’d that happen?” Wyatt asked walking forward to sit next to Chris on the sofa once he saw that he wasn’t pulling away.



“You tell me, one second I was bitching about my teacher, the next I woke up with the mother of all headaches.”



“A whitelighter knocked you out!” Leo said shocked.



“Yep. And he was the one responsible for the disappearance of the other kids as well. We were all chained to the wall for about a week until I was able to pick the lock. So I let everyone else out and we walked for a couple more days until we found the nearest town.”



“Are you sure that it was a whitelighter?” Wyatt choked out.



“Of course it was. Unless someone else can orb. When I was back home my parents actually decided to act like they give a damn since I was gone for nearly two weeks. So when he orbed into my room the first night back, I screamed, my father came running in and they got into a fight and then my father killed him.”



“How is that possible without a darklighter?” Paige asked Leo, the only one who didn’t look confused at the ending of this story.



“Well after what he has done, he would have been considered a drifter and the perks that other Whitelighter’s have wouldn’t apply to him anymore.”



“Ohh.” Was chorused around the room, minus Chris who confusedly asked “What’s a darklighter?”



Wyatt explained it to him “Darklighters are the opposites of Whitelighters; they are demons that kill Whitelighter’s using a poison on their darklighter arrows.” Chris slowly nods in understanding. Now it was Phoebe’s turn to be confused.



“You said that there was more than one whitelighter in your past, what else have they done to you.”



At this Chris shifted in his seat and lifted up his jacket and shirt showing the Halliwells his stomach, but that’s not what drew their attention. What did was the huge gaping hole in the middle of it. Immediately Piper ‘eeked’ and ran over to Chris to probe the area checking for infections etc.



“What happened?” Wyatt said moving to see the wound closer like his mother.



“Just before I met you yesterday one of them cornered me in an ally. It began shouting its mouth off and then shot.... like.... lightening out of its hand or something at me. Calling me, and I quote ‘Abomination! Disgrace! Poor excuse for a being of good!’ To which I replied ‘said the being of good that attacks a defenceless teenager in a dark ally, yeah real courageous!’”



Wyatt chuckled at that, imagining the looks on the face of the elder that was questioned by a mere boy.

Wait.....elder..... “Dad. Isn’t it only elders that have the power to shoot lightening?”



“Yeah. Another drifter.... I presume you killed him right Chris.” Leo answered directing his question into Chris’s direction.



“Duh. No-one attacks me and gets away with it.” Chris replied in a tone that screamed ‘isn’t it obvious’.

Wyatt chuckled at him thinking ‘that’s my boy’. While Piper looked even more distressed.



“How did you fight yesterday, and stay STANDING after you were thrown into the wall!” Wyatt turned to look at Chris again waiting for the answer.



“Practice.” Was the vague answer leaving the other occupants of the room wondering what exactly it was that Chris had suffered through his life?



Wyatt was the first to snap out of it. “Chris?”



“Hmm.”



“You know that you can trust us right? We’re not like other Whitelighter’s, we’re only half. Do you believe that I would hurt you?”



Chris’s answer was immediate “I know that you won’t Wyatt.” He grabbed Wyatt’s hand and squeezed it tight. “I’m sorry for the way that I acted but it was a bit of a shock for me considering what’s happened to me before, you know?”



“It’s Ok, I understand. Don’t worry about it? Think of it this way now you will be able to make new memories...good memories....of Whitelighter’s. Let’s talk about it more tomorrow, it’s getting late.”



“OK.” Chris answered.



“Wyatt why don’t you show Chris your room where you can heal him, we’ll see you in the morning?” Piper asked.

Wyatt and Chris stood up and Wyatt led Chris by the hand up the stairs and into his bedroom. Once in there Chris saw that the room was furnished with twin beds, an ensuite bath and shower room, a computer desk and a walk in closet. To someone that has lived on the streets for years it was like a palace. He was brought out of his musings by Wyatt saying “We are going to go shopping for you tomorrow, for now you can just help yourselves to my clothes. The bed closet to the door is mine; I thought that you would like the one next to the window, erm...that’s it I think.”



“You’re too good to me Wyatt.” Chris said turning around to look Wyatt in the face and wrap his arms around his neck so that he could plant a soft kiss against his lips.



“Of course I am. Nothing is too much for my boyfriend.” Wyatt replied, following on with a kiss of his own. Wyatt pulled away and said to Chris, “Sit down and take off your top so that I can see your wound.”

Chris did as he was told and blushed at the unwavering stare that Wyatt’s gaze held on his swimmers body. Seeing this Wyatt snapped out of his thoughts and walked forwards kneeling on the floor in front of his boyfriend and holding his hand above the broken flesh. Sure enough golden glow appeared and the wound closed itself up so that it looked like it was never there.



“Thanks.” Chris said as he wrapped his arms around his neck again and pulled his head in close to crush their lips together, opening his mouth as an irresistible invitation. Wyatt wasn’t able to control himself any longer he gently pushed Chris back until he was laying ontop of him on the bed. Ravaging his mouth. Chris moaned in appreciation of the change of position and tangled one of his hands into Wyatt’s golden locks, while the other roamed his body. His hand found its way under Wyatt’s shirt and roamed up and down tracing every inch of his muscular body.



Wyatt was in a similar position. Both of his hands were trailing all over Chris’s top half, barely able to stay away from the area they most definitely wanted to own. But hearing Chris moan made him lose control. His hands strayed away from Chris’s chest and went to rest on his hips, rubbing them gently. Chris gasped into Wyatt’s mouth and then smiled into the kiss.



Pulling away for oxygen Chris huskily said “You know I really need a shower. Do you want to join me?”

Wyatt grinned in appreciation. “It would be my pleasure, baby.”



A/N

Aww Poor Chris.