Wyatt sat in the office of The Haunt, the first bar he and his siblings had opened on their own, unaware of everything going on in his surroundings but the antique hair comb he ran over his fingers with the ease of a professional magician.

It was all she had left.

Not a sweater or stray sock had escaped her notice but the redhead had forgotten the clip he had pulled from her hair, and as he quickly squelched the memory of her hair in his fingers, Wyatt stood from his chair; hands fisted and braced on his desk as he hunched over as if in agony.

Where had she gone? Why had she gone? He had given her plenty of warning that once she was in his bed that was it; she was his. It was as much her promise to him because she had accepted his terms, at least to his face. Then she abandoned him, sneaking out like a thief in the night. He turned before he knew what he was doing and punched the wall, feeling the drywall crumple at his might.

Stepping back, Wyatt was grateful that he had his powers under control or his little outbursts could have potentially dangerous repercussions for everyone in a ten-block radius. The last thing he needed was to cause more tragedy.

He sat in his chair and rested his cheek on his hand. It had already been a week since she took off and Wyatt had no way of looking for her; none of the wedding guests had known the mysterious redhead and Wyatt had been left with more questions than answers. The hybrid certainly didn't want to let the family know about his situation because he knew exactly what his mother would say; 'How do you know it's not a plot against you,' and 'We need to vanquish the seductress' were not things he wanted to hear right now.

Sure, he had thought it himself multiple times over the past seven days but that idea was quickly relinquished as fast as it had been summoned. They had a connection, like one he had never known both physical and mental and if she had been using some kind of magic to enchant him than it would have warn off by now; he wouldn't be able to feel the anger that was boiling right under his skin.

No, his feelings weren't manifested. They were real and Wyatt would figure out what exactly had motivated Rae to tease and taunt him before spitting him back out.

His feelings weren't manifested; and Wyatt wasn't done with her.

Mel had just demoted one of their bartenders to barback and had stepped in to fill their shoes since The Haunt was packed and they were already a bartender down since Adam had called out for his shift. It was just her and Danny filling drink orders and as she shook one of their signature drinks she looked towards the upstairs where her brother was holed up in the office.

She had known that Chris's sudden engagement had done a number on him but Mel had thought he had gotten over that during the past year. Hell, Wyatt and Bianca had teamed up on more vanquishes than even all three of them had in the past year. Chris hadn't been crazy about letting his brother and girlfriend go into battle without him but he had needed the time to finish his last year of college and the powers that be knew Piper Halliwell would never allow any of her kids to drop out of school.

A friendship had formed; slowly but surely Wyatt had come to accept their future sister-in law and even Melinda had to admit it was nice having another girl around. Her cousins were great but it was nice to talk to someone who knew what it was like to have a darker side, and it wasn't exactly like she could talk to her brothers about it; what would the Great King and the Savior a.k.a "Future Boy" really know about the temptations of evil?

This Wyatt had never actually been evil and Chris, no matter what he did, always did it for the greater good. Melinda, the only one born without whiteligher genes was the only witch in the family who was truly vulnerable to being swayed and it didn't help her that her true nature straddled the lines between good and evil.

Mel just hoped that Wyatt would get his act together before Chris and Bianca got back from their honeymoon. The last thing they needed to deal with in the beginning of their marriage was a gloomy brother who wasn't happy with their nuptials.

Wyatt made his way to the bar after Danny had called up to the office to tell him they were swamped. He failed to notice the string of women ogling him as he crossed the room and began taking drink orders.

"Finally get your head out of your ass," his sister asked as she swung a dishrag over her shoulder and poured a vodka tonic for a bar fly.

Wyatt gave her the evil eye as he filled drink order after drink order. Years of working at P3 had made the siblings fast, efficient bartenders which was why Wyatt and Chris had agreed with Mel when she had brought up the idea of demoting Taylor.

"Taylor, restock my station," Wyatt called out and began preparing a mojito for the brunette sitting directly in front of him. Any other day he would of returned her flirtatious banter but today he wasn't interested.

Taylor was still a little ticked off at being demoted and was moving slow. He had almost gone back at Mel earlier when she told him to work as barback but he knew yelling at her would bring the bosses down on him. Still, Wyatt barking at him was getting on his last nerve.

Mel watched him stock Wyatt's station and walk away. "He needs to get fired."

"I'd hate to agree with you but I can't take his attitude," Wyatt agreed. "That's what you get for hiring a friend of a friend."

"Do it at closing when you give him his paycheck," Mel said. "I can get one of our bartenders from Potions to cover a few shifts. The less time I have to spend with that jerk the better."

"I think Chris would agree. He never liked the way that guy treated you."

"Yeah, 'cause he treats me like a 1950s house wife instead of like I'm his boss. I'm an equal partner in all of our bars and I work hard; I shouldn't have to take that from one of my employees," she ranted.

Wyatt's eyes darkened at the thought of anyone treating his sister like that. "Consider it done," he said in a cold stone voice.

Wyatt and Mel locked up the bar, a beautiful old-fashioned Victorian brick building that was located in a trendy, hipster area with beautiful maple wood bars and old fashioned tables for two and quiet booths. It was the areas best bar, known for old-timey signature drinks and low lights for an intimate atmosphere.

"You don't have to walk me to my car, you know," Mel reminded her older brother.

"I just fired a disgruntled employee with a hard-on for you," Wyatt replied as his sister unlocked her car.

"And I'm a witch with super secret magical powers," she bit back at him, snarky as ever.

"Point taken, little sister. Get home safe."

"You too," Mel climbed in her car. "See you tomorrow."