Fic: Ashes in the Dust - Charmed
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katikatTitle: Ashes in the Dust
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katikat
Fandom: Charmed
Disclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply here.
Characters: Wyatt
Rating: PG-13
Genre: gen, future fic
Words: 880
Sequel to "Fade to Black"
Prompt: "We desire nothing so much as what we ought not to have." - Publilius Syrus.
Summary: They think that he's losing his mind; mom, dad and the rest of the family.
Notes: My big thank-you goes to my lovelyyami_tai for her amazing beta job ;) I got the idea for the fic from one of the fics by fleshflutter ;P
They think that he's losing his mind; mom, dad and the rest of the family. They want him to grieve, yes, but to let go too. To... move on, as they call it. But how can he? Chris died in front of him... died for him. Again. And he just can't let it... him go like that, without fight. No, he won't.
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The library of the Magic School is huge and dusty, much larger than what it looks like from the outside, space folded in on itself. One could get lost among the rows and rows of shelves holding ancient books and scrolls, with sunlight seeping in through grimy windows and dust motes dancing in its rays. Every now and then, there is the sound of fragile pages rustling and crackling as someone goes through one of the old tomes somewhere in the large room, soaking up its old wisdom.
Wyatt is sitting on the top of the ladder in the part of the library that's dedicated to the dead ones, to ghosts and wraiths and zombies. This part of the library is empty but for him, too creepy for the young students, too dangerous for the wise masters. He's leafing through an ancient tome, barely able to discern the faint writing in the dim light. The pages shiver at his touch, their edges falling to dust under his fingertips, clinging to his skin. He doesn't remember how long he has been here, in the library, or even if this is the thirtieth or the fortieth book that he's gone through. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters but finding something, some way to bring Chris back. Christopher, his younger brother...
He closes the tome with a loud thud that raises a cloud of dust. Lowering his head, Wyatt slumps and presses his forehead to the leather binding. He's growing more and more desperate with each passing day. It's been two weeks since Chris died on him... Wyatt didn't even go to the funeral. He just couldn't. He could still feel his brother's blood on his hands, warm and sticky...
Piper and Leo, the family, they don't understand. They don't know. They don't know that Wyatt remembers Chris dying on him the first time, in the attic, stabbed with an athame. And now he was killed... murdered again. Trying to save his older brother once more. Wyatt wonders if he's maybe cursed, if he's doomed to bring death to his brother again and again. But if that is the case he's determined to not let it happen this time.
The Charmed Ones locked the Book of Shadows away, hid it from him after they found him looking for the spell that would allow him go back in time and save Chris. But even if he can't get his hands on that Book, there is a whole library of magic tomes and one of them has to contain something, anything...
Wyatt knows of that other future, the one where he went dark and evil, using black magic and doing twisted, forbidden things. Raising the dead is one those things, forbidden. If he manages to bring Chris back, does he risk becoming evil again? Will he twist the future back to what it was? Wouldn't it dishonor Chris' sacrifice? But is his life, this life worth living without Chris?
The others don't really understand how close he and Chris were... are. After he watched Chris die, something fundamental changed in him. He promised himself that he would always, always protect his little brother. But he failed anyway. He has failed his whole life. No matter what he did, he still felt like Chris was his guardian angel. He sometimes wondered if Chris remembered his past maybe, the other future. He never said anything but then, Chris was always a bit weird like that.
Wyatt smiles involuntarily. After Jessica died, their tyke of a little sister, they became even closer, like one soul in two bodies, sharing their grief and their guilt, no matter how misguided. And now one part of the soul has gone and Wyatt feels... incomplete, like he can't breathe properly, like he's bleeding all the time, a wound ripped open with no chance of ever healing. Can he live like this for the rest of his days?
He already knows the answer to that particular question. So now he only has to ask himself, how much he's ready to sacrifice to get his missing half back. His magic? His life? The world?
Yes.
Taking a deep breath and steeling himself, Wyatt sets the dusty tome aside, straightens his back and reaches out for the book on the topmost shelf, safely hidden among the cobwebs and tomes about living death and reincarnation. He can sense its power shuddering, calling to him, he feels the heat the book emanates. Touching the spine, his fingertips burn and his breath hitches. Gritting his teeth, Wyatt pulls and the book falls into his hands like it's the place where it always should have been. On his lap, the seal heats up. It glows read, then almost white. It pops open by itself, releasing the leather strap with a distant, earth-shattering clap of thunder. The title is revealed...
Necronomicon.
The End
Author:
katikatFandom: Charmed
Disclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply here.
Characters: Wyatt
Rating: PG-13
Genre: gen, future fic
Words: 880
Sequel to "Fade to Black"
Prompt: "We desire nothing so much as what we ought not to have." - Publilius Syrus.
Summary: They think that he's losing his mind; mom, dad and the rest of the family.
Notes: My big thank-you goes to my lovely
yami_tai for her amazing beta job ;) I got the idea for the fic from one of the fics by fleshflutter ;PThey think that he's losing his mind; mom, dad and the rest of the family. They want him to grieve, yes, but to let go too. To... move on, as they call it. But how can he? Chris died in front of him... died for him. Again. And he just can't let it... him go like that, without fight. No, he won't.
-----
The library of the Magic School is huge and dusty, much larger than what it looks like from the outside, space folded in on itself. One could get lost among the rows and rows of shelves holding ancient books and scrolls, with sunlight seeping in through grimy windows and dust motes dancing in its rays. Every now and then, there is the sound of fragile pages rustling and crackling as someone goes through one of the old tomes somewhere in the large room, soaking up its old wisdom.
Wyatt is sitting on the top of the ladder in the part of the library that's dedicated to the dead ones, to ghosts and wraiths and zombies. This part of the library is empty but for him, too creepy for the young students, too dangerous for the wise masters. He's leafing through an ancient tome, barely able to discern the faint writing in the dim light. The pages shiver at his touch, their edges falling to dust under his fingertips, clinging to his skin. He doesn't remember how long he has been here, in the library, or even if this is the thirtieth or the fortieth book that he's gone through. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters but finding something, some way to bring Chris back. Christopher, his younger brother...
He closes the tome with a loud thud that raises a cloud of dust. Lowering his head, Wyatt slumps and presses his forehead to the leather binding. He's growing more and more desperate with each passing day. It's been two weeks since Chris died on him... Wyatt didn't even go to the funeral. He just couldn't. He could still feel his brother's blood on his hands, warm and sticky...
Piper and Leo, the family, they don't understand. They don't know. They don't know that Wyatt remembers Chris dying on him the first time, in the attic, stabbed with an athame. And now he was killed... murdered again. Trying to save his older brother once more. Wyatt wonders if he's maybe cursed, if he's doomed to bring death to his brother again and again. But if that is the case he's determined to not let it happen this time.
The Charmed Ones locked the Book of Shadows away, hid it from him after they found him looking for the spell that would allow him go back in time and save Chris. But even if he can't get his hands on that Book, there is a whole library of magic tomes and one of them has to contain something, anything...
Wyatt knows of that other future, the one where he went dark and evil, using black magic and doing twisted, forbidden things. Raising the dead is one those things, forbidden. If he manages to bring Chris back, does he risk becoming evil again? Will he twist the future back to what it was? Wouldn't it dishonor Chris' sacrifice? But is his life, this life worth living without Chris?
The others don't really understand how close he and Chris were... are. After he watched Chris die, something fundamental changed in him. He promised himself that he would always, always protect his little brother. But he failed anyway. He has failed his whole life. No matter what he did, he still felt like Chris was his guardian angel. He sometimes wondered if Chris remembered his past maybe, the other future. He never said anything but then, Chris was always a bit weird like that.
Wyatt smiles involuntarily. After Jessica died, their tyke of a little sister, they became even closer, like one soul in two bodies, sharing their grief and their guilt, no matter how misguided. And now one part of the soul has gone and Wyatt feels... incomplete, like he can't breathe properly, like he's bleeding all the time, a wound ripped open with no chance of ever healing. Can he live like this for the rest of his days?
He already knows the answer to that particular question. So now he only has to ask himself, how much he's ready to sacrifice to get his missing half back. His magic? His life? The world?
Yes.
Taking a deep breath and steeling himself, Wyatt sets the dusty tome aside, straightens his back and reaches out for the book on the topmost shelf, safely hidden among the cobwebs and tomes about living death and reincarnation. He can sense its power shuddering, calling to him, he feels the heat the book emanates. Touching the spine, his fingertips burn and his breath hitches. Gritting his teeth, Wyatt pulls and the book falls into his hands like it's the place where it always should have been. On his lap, the seal heats up. It glows read, then almost white. It pops open by itself, releasing the leather strap with a distant, earth-shattering clap of thunder. The title is revealed...
Necronomicon.
The End
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