Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed. Or maybe I do and I'm hiding the rights to it in my closet. Okay, I don't, but I do own this story because A) I wrote it, and it is my brainchild and B) because I own the paper I wrote it on. So Ha!
Author's Note: This is a story I've had in my head for a while and I finally got around to writing it yesterday, so here's the first chapter. Enjoy!
Consequences and Excuses
A 26 year-old Wyatt M. Halliwell was enjoying the company of a blonde with periwinkle blue eyes over coffee. It seemed girls matching her description were a dime a dozen in California, but Wyatt had felt an unfamiliar spark with Stacey. The two had met, or rather collided, as Stacey had been entering the restaurant owned by Wyatt's mother and Wyatt had been simultaneously exiting it. Both heavily lost in their own thoughts, nobody had the chance to warn them before they found themselves entwined with one another. In truth, Wyatt was thankful that no one had been able to prevent his chance meeting with Stacey. One may not have found it to be the most ideal or conventional meeting, but that was the past. Four days in the past to be exact, and this afternoon was the equivalent of their first date. So far, so good Wyatt thought to himself with a smile.
Meanwhile, his younger brother Chris was finishing up at Magic School where he'd just helped their father teach a class on the consequences of personal gain. Between the two of them, Leo and Chris had enough stories based on their family's experiences alone to write a memoir. After 30 years of actively practicing the craft you'd think his family would learn to heed the warning. But, Chris figured this worked in his favor, what could be more entertaining than listening to countless retellings of his loved ones' faux pas? He paused as he recalled the seven stories he'd chosen to relay to the students. Most of them had been faux pas of Wyatt's, but one or two of them were his own. His day had been going pretty well, it was abnormally normal. Almost to the point where Chris was seeking excitement. Keyword being almost.
Both Halliwell brothers were relishing in the simplicities of their respective days. Unfortunately their abnormally normal days were interrupted by a female voice shouting throughout their heads simultaneously. "WYATT, CHRIS, your assistance would be GREATLY appreciated!" Wyatt groaned inwardly. He hated the way this family worked. Just as the date had been hitting its stride a family emergency presented Wyatt with two options, neither of which were considerably appealing. Option one was to give Stacey a hurried, lame excuse he doubted she'd buy, or to inexplicably rush off, promising to make it up to her. Wyatt sighed and reluctantly proceeded with option # 2.
Chris was frozen in confusion for a moment. What could she possibly need them for? However, she'd sounded urgent so he supposed he should go. Damn! Just as I was about to flirt with that cute TA, too. Chris thought to himself, but he figured she could wait in the best interest of a family emergency. And that's how the Halliwell brothers found themselves immersed in a thick forest.
Author's Note: Hey, its me again, the author. I just wanted to let you know that if theres enough interest and I find myself with enough motivation to do so, I could have the next chapter up tonight. We'll see.