Disclaimer: Ah shucks, would you look at that. I don't own Charmed, not even a fraction of it! Well dang -SNAPS FINGERS- I was hoping I would at least own Chris and Wyatt by now. I mean, it's a new year! Cut me some slack! But I don't own it, I will people! Mark my words, someday I will own Charmed. At least I hope. Although, the plot to this series, however, including its characters and story line is mine. Steal it, and I will kill you. If you run, I will hunt you down - bringing my hell hounds and assassins with me. You have been warned. Now, enjoy your reading! Also, a review at the end would be nice.
Author's note: Okay, this story may be a little out there, but I loved the plot. It literally came to me in a dream, -SMILES- and what a dream it was. Any who - Prue, Caleb, Chris, and Hazel are in this, along with others, but this is mainly a Wyatt and Emily story. But in later episodes, (that I have started by the way) there is a few Chris centered ones - okay more than a few, but I know you don't mind. I mean, it's Chris! How can you mind?! Everyone finding out about Chris knowing about the other future is coming. He knows what happened, Hazel knows now, and so does his parents (last episode.) But everyone will find out soon. In a few episodes actually. I have it started! And I personally can't wait for Wyatt's reaction, isn't it going to be great!? And just so you know, it's the story you've all been waiting for - hint, hint.
PS : as promised months ago, this story is going out and dedicated to MeantToBe16 and they know why, if they can remember that far back in our many, many private messages, lol. So, without any more wait, we'll get to this story, simply because it has been written for months and it is finally time for it to come out! : )
1x09 : Quest For Camelot.
Summary: When a woman is thrown through time, what happens when she is convinced that Wyatt is her one true love? And will Emily finally be forced to confront her feelings for Wyatt when she's faced with losing him forever?
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Chapter One : Dancin' With A Bleach Blond Tramp
Emily sighed as she took another sip of her drink, but much to her disappointment, her Singapore Sling was completely dry. Rolling her eyes as Chris and Hazel were lost in their own world, debating about something that she had really no intention of finding out the topic - usually she loved a good debate, but tonight she just wasn't in the mood.
On the other side of the couch, Prue and Caleb were also lost in their own little world, with Prue sitting in Caleb's lap. Emily rolled her eyes, when those two were going to get together, she had no idea. Something told her that Wyatt and the others wouldn't be all to fond of them dating, but she saw nothing the matter with it. Despite how the others would react, they had been flirting like mad tonight, and if she was being honest, it had escalated sometime over the last month.
She just didn't know why.
Emily knew it was the New Year, hell she should be out on the dance floor right now partying, not sitting at the table drowning in her sorrows. Her problem however, was that she didn't know what was causing the sorrows, or her depressed mood lately. She knew ever since the death of Kelsey she hadn't been herself, but she had improved. The psychic wasn't there completely, and a part of her wondered if she ever would be, but she was slowly healing. Moreover, if she were honest, her improvement was all thanks to her best friend, Wyatt Halliwell.
Thinking about her best friend, Emily's eyes wandered to Wyatt's empty seat beside her where he had left his beer, and then the brown irises traveled to the dance floor where Wyatt was dancing with some blonde bimbo. Emily knew she was being a hypocrite, being that she was blonde, but that girl gave blonde-haired women a bad name!
Watching them sway to the music, who just so happened to be her favourite band of all time, a local band known as 'Mocking Bird,' she swallowed the urge to gag as she seen the woman - who she had taken an instant disliking to - lean closer to Wyatt and drape her arms around his neck.
Finally not able to take it any longer, Emily rolled her eyes and frowned - not even bothering to hide the disgust on her face. "Can you believe her?" She exclaimed, never taking her eyes off Wyatt as she complained to the couples beside her.
Hazel and Chris broke apart from their own conversation, rolling their eyes at Prue and Caleb who never even heard Emily's complaint. Looking at the couple on the dance floor, and then back to Emily, they both frowned. "What's wrong with it?" Hazel asked as she took Chris' beer and finished it off, scrunching her nose up as the beer touched her tongue. She had always known there was a reason she headed away from beer, and leaned more towards the more exotic drinks such as Margaritas - preferably Margarita on the rocks, heavy on the salt. Beer was just disgusting.
Unaware of Hazel's inner turmoil about alcohol, Emily shook her head. "She's all over him!" She exclaimed, ignoring the urge to stomp over to the dance floor and drag her off Wyatt herself.
Chris raised an eyebrow; Emily was as blind to her feelings about Wyatt as Wyatt was to his about Emily. He raised an eyebrow, coming up with a plot to get a confession out of the psychic. "Yeah," he said slowly, "and?" He added as his eyes traveled to his brother and the petite blonde that he was dancing with. "After all we've been through over the past few months, Wyatt deserves to have a little fun," he said as he shrugged. "And she looks nice enough," he stated, as he did a sweep of the woman, admiring the blonde that had gotten his brother's attention. Only to wince as Hazel smacked him upside the head when he 'appreciated' the view for a little to long.
Hazel smiled at the psychic who had finally began to accept her. Ever since their movie morning they had made great strides in being friends and while they weren't there, they were more prone to be friendly towards each other than they had several weeks ago. "You know what, Emily," she said slowly, managing to drag the blonde's attention away from Wyatt for a mere five seconds. "If you keep watching Wyatt like that, some people might get the idea that you're jealous," the half-elf said cheekily, a smile lighting up her features.
"I am not jealous!" Emily replied defensively, seeing Chris and Hazel raise their eyebrows, unknowingly imitating each other, Emily couldn't stop herself from shuddering, they spent too much time together. Seeing that even Prue and Caleb had been pulled out of their world, she rolled her eyes. "I am not jealous," she insisted, seeing Caleb open his mouth she cut him off. "Caleb leave it, don't even go there."
"But Emily," Caleb began, "I think I heard jealousy in that statement."
"There was not one hint of jealousy in that statement!"
Caleb rolled his eyes, "of course not, Em," he soothed. "We all believe you," he coughed, "not," he said, covering it by his coughing, causing everyone else, all except Emily, to laugh. "You don't care who Wyatt shacks up with," he said as dismissively as possible, internally dancing with glee when he saw a fire light behind Emily's eyes as the nature of that statement hit her full force.
"Of course not," Emily smiled tightly, "I don't care at all," she said shaking her head, "Wyatt and I are just friends and I'm just concerned about him," she stated.
Chris laughed, "yeah, that. And you're jealous," he said, laughing at the look if rage on Emily's face as her cheeks turned red.
"No I'm not!" Emily all but yelled, but she would always be thankful that the song that was currently playing was loud, drowning out her voice against the heavy guitar solo. "Why would I be jealous?"
Prue rolled her eyes, "because you like Wyatt," she said calmly, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world - which to most people, it was. Wyatt and Emily just didn't seem to fit under that category.
"No, I don't!" Emily insisted as she turned away from her friends. Her eyes narrowed as her eyes traveled back to the blonde as she laughed at something Wyatt said, "How do we know she isn't a demon?" She asked.
"Because Wyatt has better sense than that," Prue stated as she leaned over and whispered something in Caleb's ear as a slow song, which was Emily's favourite, came on. As they both stood up, she smiled at Emily. "We're going to dance," she stated, as Emily nodded and watched as the unofficial couple got up and disappeared into the crowd, followed quickly by Chris and Hazel.
Seeing them all go to dance, Emily glanced at her empty glass again and sighed. She couldn't take watching them anymore; of course she didn't like Wyatt. Well she did, but as a friend - nothing more. She couldn't. If they were to get involved and it didn't work out, it would totally ruin their friendship. And she would rather have Wyatt as a friend, then not having him in her life at all.
Sliding up from her seat, she headed over to the bar where she saw Piper handing out drinks, and then Piper's new bartender caught her eyes, Ron, she thought his name was. Carrying her glass over she sighed, "I need a drink," she muttered. Her eyes straying to Wyatt again, she frowned, "or two, or three," she admitted as she slid onto a stool at the counter.
Opening Credits.
Theme : In the Shadows, The Rasmus
Starring:
Drew Fuller ... Chris Halliwell
Wes Ramsey ... Wyatt Halliwell
Jennifer Love Hewitt ... Prue Halliwell
Channing Tatum ... Henry "Junior" Matthews
Steven Strait ... Caleb Johnson
Laura Ramsey ... Emily Simms
Kate Voegele … Hazel Masters
With:
Eliza Dushku ... Katy Halliwell
Rachel Bilson ... Elizabeth Halliwell
Amber Tamblyn ... Melinda Halliwell
Jessica Origliasso ... Oriana Matthews
Lisa Origliasso ... Callie Matthews
Camera pans over the Golden Gate Bridge, where the moon is easily seen and then the camera zooms over the land as the scene changes from night to day, until it finally rests on an old medieval castle.
A young woman wandered through the castle wall; ignoring how the knights all frowned as she sped past them. She was wearing a light cream coloured dress with golden embroidery at the hems and on the bodice, forming long golden lines elongating her form. The bodice was form fitting, all the way down to her hips where it flowed out, flowing all the way to the ground - flying out behind her as she walked.
She only had destination in mind - finding someone to help her find her beloved. Taking a sharp turn, she ignored as the sheer, free flowing fabric that flowed to the ground from her knuckles flew around her; something that he beloved had often called her angel wings.
Not watching where she was going, she gasped as she bumped into a knight. "Medraut," she gasped in greeting, bringing a hand to her noticeably fast beating heart. "I am sorry," she amended, "I did not see you."
Medraut smiled, "no, it is I who should be apologizing to you, Lady Guinevere," he corrected, bowing to her. Standing to his full height, he smiled at her, "but one cannot help but wonder, what has gotten the king's dearest running around the castle so?"
Guinevere frowned as she looked at Medraut, "have you not heard?" She questioned, disbelief in her voice, "no one has seen the king since morning's first light," she whispered, careful not to speak to loudly. If someone didn't know the king was missing, they weren't meant to.
Medraut smiled at Lady Guinevere, "do not fret my lady," he soothed. "I am sure that the King has only gone out for a days ride to scout the kingdom," he said softly, reaching out to brush the backs of his fingers over her cheek.
Guinevere pulled back and glared hatefully at Medraut, "if that were what my king was planning for today, he would have told me so," she insisted. "He would not just leave; he knows how his absence worries me."
Medraut sighed, "Well if that be the case, I have not seen him my lady," he said a little rudely, causing Guinevere to narrow her eyes in suspicion. "But the moment I hear of any news, I will have the knights come for you at once."
Guinevere nodded and bowed her head, "well I must be on my way, good day Sir Medraut," she said hurriedly as she passed him and headed further up the corridor. She needed to find her beloved. She needed to find Arthur.
Sighing as she sat at the counter, Emily smiled as Ron came over to her. "Hey," she greeted politely, she handed him her glass. "I'll have another Singapore Sling," she stated, watching as Ron went to fill her order.
"I hope we're not going to have a repeat of your twenty-first birthday binge," Piper said as she appeared on the opposite side of the counter, smiling at Emily; looking genuinely happy to see her. She eyed Emily's drink of choice, "are you just celebrating the New Year, or do I have reason to worry?"
Emily smiled slightly as she played with her straw, "don't worry, Piper," she assured. "I have no interest in repeating that," she said, cringing at the thought of her hangover the morning after - the only thing she really remembered from that birthday.
Piper frowned, "then why is it I get the feeling that I should still be worrying about you, or at least concerned?" She asked as she seen Emily take a sip of her drink. Her 'spidey senses' were once again tingling, and she turned to look at Ron, "I'm taking five," she said as she took in Emily's appearance.
Emily laughed slightly, "Because you worry too much for your own good, and are trying to send yourself to an early grave with all your obsessive worrying."
Piper narrowed her eyes and wagged her finger at Emily, "you can't blame me for that," she said simply as she leaned against the counter. "With all the trouble you and the others get into," she said, "it makes me feel like calling your mother and apologizing for all the mischief my sons get you into - especially Wyatt."
Seeing Emily's smile instantly fall at the mention of her eldest's name, Piper looked past Emily and her brown eyes searched the crowd for the tall blond, and her eyes shone in understanding as she saw him dancing with a blonde of the female variety; who in her eyes, could be Emily's twin.
Her eldest was substituting Emily and he didn't even know it.
Emily cleared her throat after a few minutes of deafening silence and Piper's critical look. "So, why are you working tonight anyway?" She raised her eyebrow, "why aren't you at home with the mister?"
Piper laughed, "I knew P3 was going to be crowded tonight, and other than Ron my other bartenders all called in 'sick,'" she said, forming quotations with her fingers as she said sick. "And I really didn't want to call Wyatt or Caleb in," she said, her eyes traveling to the two adults who were enjoying themselves. "So I decided to take a shift until one, then I'm going home with the mister to celebrate," she said winking at Emily, smiling at Emily crinkled her nose. "Melinda is staying with her Grandfather tonight so we have the Manor to ourselves."
"To much information," Emily stated, as she went to sip her drink again from the bright neon pink straw.
Piper smiled for a brief moment as she watched Emily carefully. "Emily, can I assume that your 'woe is me' mood has something to do with a tall, blond twenty-four year old young man, who happens to be my oldest son, Wyatt?" She asked, raising her eyebrow. Seeing Emily sigh her smile widened, "I see, now does it have to do with that fact that he is dancing with another girl, or the fact that he is dancing with another girl?"
Emily furrowed her eyebrows, she had either once again had one too many drinks, or Piper was talking in riddles again. "Piper," she groaned, "both scenarios mean the same thing!"
Piper shook her head, "no they don't," she insisted. "What I meant is, are you upset Wyatt is dancing with another girl, and not you. Or are you upset that he and the others have all broken off into groups of two and left you alone by yourself?"
Emily rolled her eyes, "why does everyone think I'm jealous?" She demanded, "I don't care if Wyatt is dancing with another girl," she insisted, "and if people would stop hinting that I do, and stop being blind sighted by their own interpretations, you would all know this!"
Piper smiled as Emily placed her head on the counter after her tirade. Placing a hand on Emily's shoulder, she patted it lightly. "He likes you honey, even if he is blind to the fact." Piper sighed, "Why couldn't he be more like Chris in the aspect?" She asked herself, shaking her head as she thought about Wyatt's blindness when it came to Emily. She sighed, "at least he isn't blind to signals of women."
Emily tilted her head to the side and glanced up at Piper, not bothering to lift her head. It was official; she had had one to many drinks. "What?" She asked confused, "who likes me?" She asked confusion on her face.
Piper smiled, "Wyatt," she said simply, taking the rest of Emily's drink from her, she shook her head when Emily was to out of it to notice. "He likes you. And as his mother, let me say, I think you two would make an excellent couple."
Emily lifted her head and wrinkled her nose. "Me and Wyatt?" She asked sceptically, ignoring how that sounded nice in her mind. "God no! That would be … He is," she sighed, "even if I liked him like that, which I don't," she added seeing Piper's look. "It would never happen because Wyatt is my best friend and it would be weird. And if we were ever together and it didn't work out, it would ruin our friendship!" She shook her head, "and I would never do anything to jeopardize that."
"Or it could work out and you and Wyatt would be perfectly happy," Piper countered. Seeing Ron call her attention, she nodded and him and then looked at Emily. "Honey, I understand where you're coming from. At first, I wasn't sure if I wanted to risk being with Leo, it being forbidden and all, but I took the risk, and I can honestly say it was worth it." She patted Emily's hand, "sometimes it's worth the risk. Well, I have to get back to work. And remember, it's a new year, anything can happen." Walking away, Piper turned to look at her, "now Emily, we don't want a repeat of what happened when you turned twenty-one," she added warningly.
Emily sighed as Piper disappeared. "But some sacrifices aren't worth it, Piper." She mumbled to herself as the count down for the New Year started. Once it got to one, she frowned as confetti fell into her face, and then she slid off the stool and stumbled into the back room. And once she was there, she reached into her pocket and threw a potion at her feet; a bluish-grey smoke surrounded her body, and then she was gone.
Guinevere ran through Camelot, looking for her beloved, or at least one of the knights that would listen to her. She had never liked Medraut, and had warned her king many times of him, but he was convinced that he was a good man. Guinevere however, was not.
Seeing the one person she knew would help her, she ran to him. "Perceval," she called, rushing to get to his side. He was tall, not as tall as the king was, nor was he as muscular, but he was strong. And more importantly, he was one of the King's most trusted nights, and if anyone knew where he was, it was he.
Reaching him, she sighed as she caught her breath and looked up into his sea-green eyes. "Perceval," she repeated. She stood to her full height, and allowed him to pull her out of the opening. Once they were in secret she frowned, "have you heard news?"
Perceval shook his head and sighed, "no my lady," he said sadly. "It appears as though no one knows where Arthur is," he said.
Guinevere frowned, "but where is he?" She demanded, "He would not just get up and leave!" She said, infuriated that someone would think that. Her beloved, her Arthur would never do such a thing. "We have to find him, otherwise Camelot is doomed!"
Perceval nodded. "You are right," he agreed as he grabbed her elbow and led her down a corridor. "I will take you to Merlin, if anyone knows where the king is, it will be him." He nodded to himself, "he will know a way to get you to the king.
Guinevere nodded; she did not care what she had to do. She would find a way to get to her king, for without her king, she was nothing. She loved Arthur, he was her soul mate; they were destined to be together, no matter the time or place. And she would go through any obstacle or person she needed to, as long as it brought her king back to her; and to Camelot.
Amanda laughed as she sat with Henry Jr at a random diner they had found when walking through town. She had nothing better to do tonight since she wasn't all that used to the area and a lot of her older friends had moved away, so now she found herself alone at a diner with Henry Jr - and she was actually having fun. She would admit though, she felt guilty. "Are you sure you didn't want to hang out with your family and friends tonight?" She questioned for the umpteenth time as she looked at Henry who was chuckling at her. "I just can't help but feel as though I'm stealing you from them somehow, and the last thing I want is an angry mob coming after me," Henry's laugh became full-blown as he shook his head. "Oh God," Amanda feigned terror, "that's going to happen, isn't it?"
"If it does I guess I'll just have to protect you," Henry Jr stated, winking at the woman across from him, smiling when he saw a blush washing across her face. He couldn't help but find it adorable, it was just one of those things that he liked about her, "but no, I would have been the odd one out anyway," Amanda arched an eyebrow. "Well Hazel is pretty new to our group and Chris is the one she's closest to at the moment and I think they have a thing for each other," he rolled his eyes, "they just don't know it. And then there is Prue, you remember her from school?" Amanda nodded, "well she and Caleb were probably dancing all night, and then there is Emily and Wyatt who are madly in love, and without a doubt, they were making lovey-dovey faces at each other all night - even though they aren't together and haven't admitted their feelings."
"What?" Amanda asked incredulously, "they still aren't together, after all of these years?" Seeing Henry's face, she chuckled, "come on! Any idiot would be able to see they love each other."
"Emily and Wyatt haven't."
"Well then, I guess that makes them the stupidest smart people I know."
"So it would seem," Henry Jr agreed as the waiter brought out a large Deluxe pizza and two beers. Smirking, Henry nodded at the waiter as he walked away only to have his eyes refocus on Amanda. "You know," he began as he took a bite of his pizza - silently thankful that they hadn't gone to some fancy restaurant, this was so much better. "People think I'm crazy, but pizza goes great with beer."
Amanda chuckled, "true," the witch agreed as the pinkish tint on her cheeks began to fade. "But then again the alcohol you drink depends on what you want out of the date," she pointed out, causing Henry Jr to arch an eyebrow as he took a swig of his beer. "For instance beer means have a nice time and relax while wine says lets leave and have hot sex."
Hearing that, Henry Jr began choking on his mouthful of beer. Coughing to clear his throat, Henry narrowed his eyes at Amanda once he could breathe again. "Funny," he commented when he saw her laughing, her smile lighting up her face. "So what have you been doing since you graduated?"
"You mean what have I been doing the past two years?"
Henry Jr chuckled, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. Sometimes he found it amazing that they had graduated a mere two years ago. So much had happened in such a short amount of time and that was why he was asking. "Yeah, basically."
"Well," Amanda began as she arched an eyebrow. "After we graduated a few friends and I acted like a bunch of idiots and we went on a road trip for the entire summer; and while it was fun we did some things that I will not tell you," she said once she saw the interest on Henry's face. "Then I went to school for a while, trying to get a degree in something but it just wasn't my thing but then your uncle called me." She smiled, "and I came back, so I guess everything worked out."
"Definitely," Henry Jr said quickly, seeing the surprise on Amanda's face he shrugged. "I for one am glad you came back."
Amanda smiled, "that makes two of us." Feeling the silence engulf them, Amanda smiled when she noted all of her pizza was gone. Looking to her clock, she frowned when she noticed that it was one-thirty in the morning. "Well it's getting late, and Magic School is unlike normal school, meaning I have classes tomorrow." She sighed as she stood up, "this was nice," she commented when Henry Jr stood up. Walking closer to him, she leaned up towards him only to kiss him on the cheek. "Not a bad second date."
Henry Jr pulled away, "Second date, what was the first?"
Amanda smirked, "when you showed up to my classroom with coffee and muffins." She declared, seeing the surprise on Henry Jr's face she shrugged, "hey it counted for me and you should be pleased," she pointed out. Leaning up again, she pecked him softly on the lips before pulling away. "I don't kiss on the first date, bye."
Watching her lay a tip on the table, Henry Jr shook his head as he watched her walk away. "Hey Amanda," he called, causing the woman to turn around with a smirk on her face. "All that stuff about wine, is it true?"
"Oh yeah."
Henry Jr arched his eyebrow, "then why did we have beer and not wine?"
"Because I don't do that until the third date," Amanda said simply, smiling at Henry as she turned around. "I'll be waiting for your call," she called back as be began walking away, a little more sway in her hips; something that made Henry chuckle. "And Henry?"
"Yeah?"
"Just a hint for our next date, I like red wine." And with that, Amanda was gone.
Henry Jr smirked, "I think I just developed a wine fetish," he mused as he threw money down on the table to pay for their pizza and beer. Shaking his head he walked out of the restaurant - it was time to go see the others. The goofy smile however, did not leave his face once.
Emily smiled as she sat on the Golden Gate Bridge. Some would scold her, telling it wasn't smart but she knew it wasn't smart. Being this high up after drinking qas dangerous, especially since she didn't have the ability to orb herself to safety it she were to fall. She sighed, she remembered the first time Wyatt had brought her up here; it had been when she was nine on Valentine's Day, shortly after Bobby Peterson had broken her heart.
Did she like Wyatt? She asked herself, of course you don't, her mind rang, he's your best friend for heaven's sakes! She rolled her eyes, great, now her subconscious was even in denial. Yes, it was true. She was in love with Wyatt. No matter how much he annoyed her, no matter how much she hated to admit it, she was in love with Wyatt.
She didn't love him; she was in love with him.
She was unconditionally and irreversibly in love with Wyatt Halliwell. There was nothing she could do to change the fact. Believe her, she had tried to bury those feelings the moment they began to form and she thought she had won that battle. Apparently, she had been wrong. She loved him, but did he return her feelings? She sighed and leaned forward, resting her head in her palms. What had happened to make her life so complicated?
Hearing the tell tale of orbing, Emily suppressed her groan. Speak of the devil, she thought bitterly. Why was it whenever she thought of someone, something would happen and they would show up?
She knew it was him; she didn't even have to look up as the blue sparkling lights fully formed into Wyatt. And she knew he had a concerned frown on his face. She shook her head, Oh yeah, she had it bad.
Clearing his throat, Wyatt walked over to Emily, hoisted himself up on the beam, and looked at her as she looked over the city; looking as if she almost wished she could absorb the calmness, it seemed to hold.
"Emily?" He asked carefully, when she didn't look up at him. After the count down, he had returned to the table to find her missing; and after talking to his mother, he had learned no one had seen her since the count down had started. Which had caused him to worry, which he had shrugged off as nothing more than concern for a friend, and he had quickly sensed her.
But saying he was surprised to discover she was up on the bridge alone, was an understatement. And he had orbed up at once. "Emily," he said again, placing a hand on her shoulder, "are you okay?"
Emily narrowed her eyes as that one simply touch sent sparks of electricity through her body, and she could swear that her body was tingling. She sighed, "fine," she mumbled.
Wyatt frowned, "were you drinking?" He asked, but he already knew the answer. Of course she had, she had been working on her second drink when he had left the table; and one thing Emily couldn't do was hold her liquor. His frown deepened, "Emily, why would you come up here after drinking?" He demanded, sounding a little harsher than he had meant to. "You could have hurt yourself."
Emily shrugged as if she didn't have an answer, which she did, she just wasn't to keen on telling Wyatt. She loved him, but she didn't know how to tell him, or even if she wanted to. She smiled, "just needed to think," she said after what seemed like hours, or at least it did to Wyatt. She watched as the cars raced by, "it's pretty up here," she murmured.
Wyatt nodded, his eyebrows furrowing when he heard his brother call out to him, in what sounded like … anger? Or was it surprise, or maybe a mixture of both? But it didn't sound that important, so it could wait.
Nodding he looked at Emily from the corner of his eyes. "Okay, oh wise one," he said, nudging her in the side. "What important things have you been thinking about?" He asked, "Please enlighten me."
Emily shook her head, "nothing just taking a break from life," she stated as she turned her head to look at Wyatt, and seen his raised eyebrow. "What," she demanded, "I think everyone should take a break from life every once and while," she said simply, "it can get so damn confusing and complicated," she groaned.
Wyatt went to asked Emily how her life was complicated, genuinely concerned about his friend. But before he could even open his mouth, he had to scrunch his face up as he heard his cousin Prue call out to him.
"WYATT MATTHEW HALLIWELL!" Prue shrieked, her voice resounding in his mind. All he had to do was concentrate hard enough and her voice would go away. He nodded to himself as he winced. Ignore her Emily needed him more. "I know you can hear me," she said smugly, causing Wyatt to roll his eyes. "And if you don't want your mother to find out what really happened to her SUV when you were fifteen, orb your Twice Blessed ass here right now!"
Wyatt instantly paled and looked at Emily, not liking the idea of leaving her alone up here in her state. She had been drinking, and he didn't want to think about what would happen to her alone. "I have to go," he said, "do you have a way home?"
Emily nodded, "potion," she said. Seeing Wyatt hesitate, she felt the fogginess of her mind clear and she rolled her eyes. "Get going Halliwell," she ordered. "I'll be fine, if not I'll call you to come get me."
Wyatt nodded slowly, still not liking the idea of leaving her alone. But knowing her as well as he did, he knew there would be no way for him to convince her to leave with him, not unless she was ready. So hearing Prue's accusation of being with a bimbo resound through his head, Wyatt sighed and looekd at Emily. "Okay," he said as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead, and then without removing his lips, he orbed away.
Once he was gone, Emily was left alone on the bridge. With a sigh, she leaned against one of the railings, lowered herself down so she was on the platform, and looked at the cars; that were mocking her with their twinkling lights as they flowed pass her. "I love you Wyatt," she whispered, then she took the potion and held in her hand. She sighed, "Now why couldn't I say that to his face?" She asked as she threw the potion at her feet.
In The Underworld.
The Source smiled broadly, as he watched Emily through his crystal ball. At first, he had thought that she was nothing more than a boring person, whose life just so happened to be intertwined with that of the Halliwells.
But after he brief visit in the Underworld as his guest, he had learned that while she wasn't a violent person, she had a fire in her. A fire that he had only seen in that of the Halliwells, but this new development. Well this put a new spin on things.
This was just too good of a development to be true. He honestly couldn't believe it, in fact, if he hadn't heard it, he would never have believed it was true. The physic had fallen for the Twice Blessed.
"So," he said happily, stroking his chin. "It appears that there has been a new twist in our game," he murmured. Waving his hand, the scene in the crystal ball changed, and the Source smirked as he seen some blonde throw herself at Wyatt.
He nodded and conjured himself a chair, "this is sure to make things interesting," he stated as he watched the crystal ball as though it was a television. It appeared someone other than himself was messing with the Halliwells - he could live with that. This was sure to be an interesting night of romance, drama, and suspense. Hell, he was willing to bet it was better than most of the movies out today.
Author's Note : well there you go people, the first chapter of this story and the Source is back. While he is not back in full swing in this story, he needs to be around for this to work out and I was starting to miss him. now even though I'm pretty sure I know the answer to this question because of all of the previous reviews, but humour me. Do you want Emily and Wyatt to end up together? Honest question. Please review.