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Psyche walked hand in hand with her childhood boyfriend Aidan. She'd always known that they were meant to be together; not in the over-romanticized way of naïve young girls but as the daughter of a cupid who had always been able to see auras and sense soul mates. She knew Aidan felt the same way, he'd told her many times.
Although Aidan knew that Psyche's family was Wiccan- an innocent enough thing- he had no idea that they were witches with true power; he didn't know that magic was real.
Until magic had returned Psyche hadn't felt the need to tell him. Now, she felt that need. She knew that he'd be one of those mortals who could accept it, after an adjustment period. Aidan might be a mortal but he did have magic of his own. He understood her moods, he adored her family, he could make her laugh and he could make her…'better not think about that now', Psyche thought, 'or I'll be jumping him here on the campus grounds!'
"Something's on your mind," he didn't have to phrase his statement as a question.
She nodded, "You know how you've always thought my family was cool and eccentric?"
Aidan laughed, "I like that your entire family is…unique."
"'Unique'", she wrinkled her nose, "How diplomatic! I guess you could call us that at least." She gathered her courage, "What would you say if I told you that magic is real?"
"As the perfect boyfriend that I am, I would say that I've known it since the day we met," he teased, "As a firm believer in science, I would say 'prove it'." Aidan was a chemistry major at the college.
"If I do will you run away shrieking?" Psyche asked teasing back.
"I promise all my shrieking will be accompanied by a manly 'yelp'."
She raised their entwined hands until they were eye level; she allowed hers to pass through his.
"Parlor trick?"
"No."
"Cool!"
"I'm glad you like it," she blushed.
"Well I do prefer being able to hold a solid hand…" she placed her hand within his again and kissed him lingeringly.
"Just promise me that you won't do that in bed. It would be disconcerting to land on the mattress because you fell through it. Possibly even disconcerting enough to make me shriek." Aidan grinned, acceptance of Psyche and all that she was clear in his eyes.
"Let's go to my place and test that theory," she suggested with a wink.
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Wyatt sat at his office inside Angel's, his mother's restaurant. His eyes could barely focus on the paperwork in front of him. He yawned largely. He wished he could just go back to sleep. He'd had trouble sleeping all week. No, that wasn't right, he corrected himself, he was going to sleep early, and quickly, and waking up later each day. Yet every day that passed he felt more tired, less rested. He shrugged his shoulders; he'd just try to take a quick nap and hopefully be able to get through the paperwork when he woke.
As soon as Wyatt's head touched the desk he was sleeping.
He looked around in bemusement. The place was familiar. As he tried to remember where he'd seen it before, he saw the girl in the corner. Her back was to him and she sat on the floor, hunched over as if in pain. Even though he couldn't see her face, the girl, like the room was familiar. Her long silken blonde hair cascaded down her back; tendrils hid her face from view.
He reached out his hand, touched her shoulder gently, "Bree?"
She jumped at his touch and hurriedly wiped her cheeks. He stepped closer. Wyatt put his finger against her soft skin tracing the tear track with his fingertip.
"Why are you crying?"
She flung herself into his arms. Her head rested on his broad shoulder and she released her anguish there.
He held her gently as she cried. Remembering why he knew this room. The room belonged to the girl; the girl in his dreams. Noting that she had finally stopped crying, he stepped back, just far enough to raise her face to his so that he could look within her eyes.
"Why don't I remember you when I wake up?" He asked quietly.
She turned from his embrace, wrapping her arms around herself as if already missing his warmth. Squaring her shoulders, she faced him again. "Because you aren't supposed to," she answered simply.
"I don't understand," he told her, clearly puzzled.
"It makes it harder to resist me if your waking mind is involved," she replied almost choking on the bitter words.
Wyatt sat on her bed in a daze. He looked around. The room was designed for seduction, he admitted to himself. The large comfortable bed enclosed by voluminous gauzy material had center stage, a small pool sat glistening to his right and to his left were several overstuffed chaises that were just large enough for two. Memories assailed him, cuddled with Bree in her round bed, splashing her in the shallow pool, kissing her on the chaise… No part of the room, and, almost, no part of the woman were unfamiliar to him. If he closed his eyes he could walk easily through the bedroom. But if he closed his eyes he could remember her taste, her smell. He knew exactly how soft her lips were, how silky her hair. He knew her laugh, he could tell her moods, not as an empath, like his aunt, but as a man knows his woman.
"I don't know you at all, do I?" He asked her.
"No," she confirmed sadly, "You don't. You can't."
"Why not? Will I even remember this?"
"I hope so, Wyatt, for your sake." She was silent for a moment, thinking. She touched his arm and looked into his face, her earnest eyes begging forgiveness, "I am a daughter of Lilith. My mother has long known of your coming, the 'Twice Blessed' child of a Charmed One, and has plans."
He arched a sardonic brow. Usually, Wyatt didn't care for anyone's plans that included him and he knew this time would be no different.
She continued, "I am to seduce you and bear your child," softly, apologetically.
The room and the girl were both designed for seduction, yet Wyatt knew that he had not succumbed to the passion she inspired. A phone ringing, alarm clock, Chris' voice, something always woke him before…well, before.
"So why tell me now?" He asked quietly, rage simmering beneath his words.
"Because I don't want to!" She cried. Then at his raised brow, she amended, "Well, I want to…but not the rest. I can't carry out my mother's plans."
"So what does that mean?"
She turned her tear stricken eyes to Wyatt and barely whispered, "I have thousands of sisters…"
"Your sister is doing well with her train…" Piper let her sentence trail as she saw that her eldest child lay with his head on his desk, snoring softly. She looked closer. Her mother's eyes seeing that he looked exhausted, she felt his forehead, fearing he was sick. He only felt slightly warm. Shaking his shoulder gently, "Wyatt…come on, honey, wake up."
"Huh?" He came awake with a start, "Bree?"
Piper smiled at her son, "No, mom," she looked at him interestedly, "Who's Bree?"
Wyatt looked confused for a moment, "I don't know."
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new A/N this chapter is done, The Psyche section added. Like I said in later stories, I want to add a bit of background for the family, since they keep barging into Chris and wyatt's spinoff with no warning!
