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Wyatt sank deep into the overstuffed lounge chair behind him. Raising his hands to his face he gently rubbed his tired eyes, slowly dragging his fingers down his face, finally resting his hands on his chest. Moving down slightly he made himself comfortable, letting his head fall back slightly so it was resting on the top of the chair. Sighing heavily he listed to the deafening silence echoing throughout the house. Moving around in the chair, he lifted his head slightly and looked around the room. Feeling uncomfortable he groaned as he stood, running one hand roughly through his thick, wavy, blonde hair. Dragging his feet up the stairs he rested one and on the banister using it to help pull himself up the stairs. Half leaning on the doorway he opened his door and quickly shuffled through. Closing the door behind him he flopped onto the bed. Closing his eyes he rolled over and nuzzled into the pillow. He knew they were coming soon, but he didn't care right now, he was too tired to. He'd been up for two days now, instinct was taking over, forcing him into a heavy, dreamless sleep.
"Wyatt." A deep, worn voice called from the other side of the door as they solidly rapped on the door. "Wyatt."
Rolling over, Wyatt wearily opened one eye and looked over at the door. Closing it, he slowly sat up on the edge of the bed, throwing both legs over the edge he took his time as he stood. Rubbing his eyes as he silently crept towards the door.
"Wyatt, wake up and open the door. Don't make me come in there."
Soundlessly opening the door he opened his eyes just in time to see a closed fist coming straight towards him.
"Dad." he cried holding his nose as his eyes started to water. "Go, ow, what a wake up call."
"I'm sorry, make some noise next time."
Wyatt raised an eyebrow questioningly at the suggestion. Shaking his head as his father moved his hand towards him.
"I'm not going to hit you."
"No you've already done that." he shot back as he moved his hand, looking down at the small rivulets of blood running from his fingers to his palm. Wyatt looked down the tip of his nose as his father quickly healed him, sniffing he lifted the back of his other hand to his nose quickly wiping at it to see if it was in fact all healed.
"So was there a reason you were trying to break down the door?" he asked snippily.
"What?" Leo asked, seemingly oblivious to the meaning of Wyatt's question. "Oh, um can you come downstairs? We need to talk to you."
"Yeah, I think I can, I've been down them before."
Leo rolled his eyes as he turned to leave the doorway, resting one hand on the doorframe he turned and looked over his shoulder at his son.
"You know those smart ass comment's aren't going to get you far." he scolded, grinning as he sauntered over to the stairs.
"Maybe not, but who really cares." he said under his breath.
Rubbing his eyes again, he slowly cracked his neck. Looking down at his t-shirt he slowly lifted the front to his nose, taking a quick sniff to see if it needed changing. Shrugging his shoulders he let the shirt fall back onto his chest, running his fingers through his hair to smooth it down. Walking to the bedside table he picked up one of the hair ties, quickly pulling his hair back into a effortless ponytail. Looking down at his feet he realised he was only wearing one shoe, blinking to clear his vision he shrugged and looked over at the section of floor around his bed. Flopping onto the bed he lifted the blanket and looked under the bed. Frowning as he sat back on his knees he looked around the room, positive he was wearing two when he crashed earlier. Kicking one leg out from underneath him he half stood, looking down at where his other knee had landed. Reefing back the edge of the blanket again, he rolled his eyes.
"How the hell did it get there?" he quietly asked himself.
"You know talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity." Chris pointed out from the doorway.
"Oh here's a thought Chris," he started, hoping on one foot as he pulled his shoe on. "Bite me."
Brushing past him he quickly jogged down the stairs, hearing Chris' heavy footsteps behind him he considered stopping and making it hard for his brother to get past him. Chuckling lightly he decided against it, landing at the bottom of the stairs he looked up and smirked at Chris before heading towards the hushed voices in the conservatory.
"Quick better make it an awkward silence, we're coming in." Wyatt said as he rounded the corner. Spotting his parents and aunts pulling back from what had obviously been a huddle only moments before. "So what is it this time? Demons? Dad's becoming, hmm, what comes after Elder? Or is mum becoming an Elder now?"
"Wyatt." Piper warned.
"What?" he asked sincerely. "Something is obviously going on here, your little pow wow as I entered is a testament to that. So what is it? Come on, I must have been rudely woken for some impending doomsday type bull shit."
"Wyatt." Leo scolded. "Enough of the language. It's two o'clock in the afternoon anyway you should have been up."
"First off, I've heard much worse from you. Secondly, I didn't get a chance to go to bed until about eleven and thirdly I'm sick of all this. Why did I have to come down here? Why couldn't you tell me up there?"
"Because," Piper started, standing up. "We need to talk about this anti social behaviour thing you've got going on."
"Wait a minute." he said throwing his hands up in protest. "Anti social? You've got to be kidding me."
"No we're not kidding you Wyatt." Chris said taking a step into the room, blocking the doorway so that he couldn't make a quick escape. "You've been playing this 'I don't care about your problems' card for way to long. I want my brother back."
"He hasn't gone anywhere." Demonstratively he pointed to himself. "I'm standing right here."
"Maybe so but you're not my brother when you're like this. You're only a shell of him."
"Wow Chris, don't tell me you actually grew some?" Shaking his head he looked back to his parents. "Now is there anything else? I have places to go, people to see."
"Hold it mister." Piper said quickly as he took a few steps towards Chris, Chris quickly jumping in front of him so he couldn't leave.
Smirking Wyatt looked back at Chris and shook his head. Not responding to his mother straight off he cocked his head to one side and stared at Chris.
"You don't really think you're going to stop me do you?" he asked, spinning on his heels he turned and looked Piper up and down. "Are you going to freeze me mom?"
Scoffing he pushed Chris aside and stormed out the front door. Slowing down as he walked down the outside steps he grabbed his head, silently screaming he shook his head. Stopping he saw a car pull up at the foot of the driveway. Smiling he made his way down.
"Hey. What are you doing here?" he asked holding the door open as the Bianca climbed out.
"I called the house yesterday. They said you were out, but asked me to come over this morning." she answered questionably.
Rolling his eyes he leant on the bonnet of the car and waited for her as she gathered her bag and jacket off the backseat.
"What's going on Wyatt?" she asked walking over to him. Placing her belongings on the roof she stood in front of him, her hand on her hips, waiting expectantly.
"Nothing much, just an attack." he said annoyed at the prospect of it happening again. "They think there's something wrong with me."
"Is it wrong of them to care?" she asked softly, slowly reaching her hand up to his cheek.
"Care? Or intrude?" he snapped, noticing Bianca flinch as she pulled her hand back. "There's nothing wrong with me, I'm just sick and bloody tired of all the questions, all the attacks. I want a normal life."
"Wyatt."
"Bianca, don't. Please, I don't want to fight with you."
"I wasn't going to start a fight, I was just going to say, maybe we should go somewhere and talk about all this. You haven't been sharing what you've been thinking with me, have you?"
Wyatt shrugged, giving her a slight smile as he took her hand he pulled her into him. Wrapping both arms tightly around her he brushed her cheek with a quick kiss as he slowly moved his lips towards hers.
"Wyatt." she mumbled through kisses. Giggling slightly as he moved his hands down her back. "You're avoiding my question."
Groaning he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead on hers. Smiling he ran his index finger down her nose, gently kissing the tip as his finger fell away.
"Sharing, avoiding. What's the difference?"
"When it comes to you, a lot obviously." she pointed out. "You've been Mr Cranky Pant's for the last few weeks. Not only that but this change in personality has been going on for months now. I was ignoring it but I want my Wyatt back."
"Sh." he said placing his finger on her lips. "No more talkies."
"Wyatt." she said dodging the kiss he was about to plant on her. "Baby, talk to me. Please."
"Fine." he said, letting his hands fall to his side. "But not here, I'm not staying here."
"Fine then." Bianca said tiredly walking the two steps back to her car door. "My place?"
Wyatt stood up, raising an eyebrow at Bianca as he smiled at the suggestion.
"To talk Wyatt." she said in annoyed tone.
Shrugging he looked back at the house, shaking his head at the impudent step his family had just made. He knew they had all had a point, but he wasn't going to tell them they were all correct in their thinking. He had other things to deal with without having to consider what they were all thinking about him and his actions.
"It's none of their God damned business." he said under his breath as he opened the door and climbed in.
"Huh?" Bianca asked looking over at him as she started the engine.
"Nothing, so talking?"
Bianca nodded and looked over at him before pulling onto the street. Keeping the car at a crawl she quickly looked over at him.
"Baby." she said softly, waiting for him to look at her before she continued. "We're okay aren't we?"
Wyatt sighed gently, he had a feeling he knew what she was getting at. Smiling he reached over, gently brushing his fingers across her cheek. Moving his head closer to her as she momentarily closed her eyes.
"Of course we are. I'm sorry if I've made you feel like there's a problem here, my beef isn't with you, it's with them." Leaning over further he gently kissed her cheek, guiding her face toward him by placing a finger on her chin. "So let's go do that talking thing you like to do, and I'll see if I can convince you a little more if need be."
Bianca smiled and nodded in agreement, gently pressing her foot to the gas pedal, picking up speed as they travelled down the road.
"Is this nice and normal enough for you?" she asked as a mischievous smile crept across her lips.
Rolling his eyes Wyatt let out an impressed laugh as he shook his head and looked out the window, watching the houses as they passed by.
"It's a start." he said looking back to her. "It's a start."