Background- I have read a lot of fan fictions, and I mean A LOT of them and I have come to the conclusion that for the most part I don't like fan fictions. So then why am I writing one? Because my main issue with them is the fact that most ffs are not an accurate portrayal of the original canon characters. So feeling that others may feel the same way, I have written my own in hope that it will provide a story that could be canon, and as much of a accurate character portrayal as I can achieve.
This takes place in the future that Chris came back to change, a back story explaining my interpretation of what turned Wyatt evil and Chris' issues with Leo. Enjoy.
For two weeks, Wyatt had gone missing. The "who, what, when, where and why" all a mystery to the adults who guarded him. In the excitement and chaos of the birth of their second son, three sisters had let their guard down, allowing someone to come in and take him. By most standards, two weeks was not a long time. It seemed silly to think that two weeks was pivotal in the development of a child. Except, many things could happen in just two weeks, many things that could easily go unnoticed.
Franticly they had searched for the child, tearing through the mortal and demonic world alike with little a trace of his whereabouts. The strain of being a new mother and having lost a son, caused tensions to fray, the usually docile sisters at each other's throats desperately trying to find the missing witch. Eventually their mad search comes to an end when they find the missing toddler in a cave down under, seemingly unharmed, alone and without any evidence pointing to the identity of the kidnapper. Bringing him home, the family became at ease again, knowing that both sons was safe in their arms. Continuing the strive for a life of normalcy, the three sisters put the events behind them and went on with their lives.
"Leo, can you bring me a bottle?" A lone voice called out from the conservatory. Piper's as she sat in a rocking chair, watching the news with a squirming infant in her arms. The man to whom she directed her request, stood just beyond eyesight in the adjacent dining room.
He spent much time their lately, flipping through old texts the average human would struggle to understand. Reading, searching, studying, demonic powers, looking for clues as to what force had taken his child for those dreaded two weeks. "Just a second, Piper." He replied back, scanning the page he was reading quickly, before standing up and walking to the kitchen to fulfill her request.
"Any leads?"
"Ah…" He paused, not wanting to give false hope, yet wanting to give her a conclusive answer. "No, not yet."
"It's a lot of material to cover." She replied calmly taking the bottle he brought from his hands.
"You should take a break, hold your son."
He smiled at the comment, in the last few days he had been so caught up in finding Wyatt's kidnapper, he had neglected to fully acknowledge the birth of the other. He sat down as his wife stood up, taking the baby from her arms, taking care not to disturb the bottle he enjoyed. How could he have ignored this child? It was a mystery to him, but it didn't matter; now he was making amends for that and being a father.
"I have to go down to the club, could you watch him?"
"You should stay with him…"
"Oh. Ok then, can you go for me? I booked a band."
"Sure." He replied with a smile. It was not the first time he had been asked to take care of his wife's business and he didn't mind giving her help. The baby switch hands once again before his father orbed out.