AN - Bianca is Chris' mother/Wyatt's GF in my stories because I didn't like the idea of them together in the show. Before we knew who Chris was I didn't care but after it was weird. Bianca was about five when we saw her as a child, and that was almost two years before Chris was born! I lowered her age, and put her with Wyatt. I thought it fit better. I know you all don't mind because you read my stories, but I thought you'd like to know my reasoning.
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Chapter 4
"This doesn't make any sense!" Wyatt growled shocked as the rising panic in his chest began to finally bubble over. It had been over an hour since the white light had enclosed on the three boys, and though Wyatt had been able to control his emotions and remain calm in front of the three little boys, he couldn't seem to control his racing thoughts. Now as he paced nervously in the kitchen in front of his father he couldn't help to be on edge.
"I thought Bianca said there was only one baby born!" Leo exclaimed.
"She did! She swore there wasn't!" Wyatt suddenly felt so unsure of himself. Had Bianca really kept something like this from him for nearly ten years. Could she really have kept his son away from him for so long, lying to him every second they spent together.
"Obviously she lied!" Leo growled in frustration. "We never should have believed her in the first place!"
"Whats that supposed to mean!" Wyatt growled becoming angry. They had had this argument a few times throughout the last ten years.
"You know exactly what it means Wyatt!" Leo barked back. "She's a demon Wyatt!"
"She's their mother!" Wyatt snapped!
"She's still a demon-"
"So's Chris!" Wyatt snapped angrily. "Like it or not he's half phoenix!"
"You know that's different!" Leo defended. "Chris wasn't raised to kill! He wasn't raised to be the key plot in a evil plot! Chris didn't plot to get us all killed!"
"And she gave all that up!" Wyatt exclaimed. "She gave it up to save Chris, and you can't give her a break! She was fifteen!"
"And you were thirteen! Look what she did to you!" Leo shouted angrily. Wyatt opened his mouth to argue-
"Stop it you two!" Piper said sternly as she walked into the kitchen.. She had just finished checking on all the manners sleeping inhabitants, including their new guest who was currently sleeping in Chris' bed, while Chris and Edward shared Edward's bed. After getting the little boy showered, dressed, and in bed Piper had gone to check on the rest of her sleeping family. Paige and Phoebe had left shortly after Wyatt had disappeared upstairs with Harry, Chris, and Edward, promising to return first thing in the morning. "That's enough of that! Fighting isn't going to get us anywhere!" Wyatt dropped his eyes, and Leo crossed his arms over his chest and sighed.
"It doesn't make sense though!" Wyatt sighed in exasperation. "Bianca swore there was only one attempt to make an all powerful baby!"
"How can she be sure!" Leo asked trying to keep his voice calm and neutral. "She had no idea Edward was conceived!"
"You know Edward's mother hid herself! Besides, Harry was born before Chris and Edward! They wouldn't have tried again!" Wyatt explained running a hand through his hair. "Besides, they wanted to end Bianca's pregnancy when they realized the baby wasn't evil! Bianca said they destroyed the potion to stop someone to make and all powerful good baby. When the plan was canceled the Phoenix coven ordered all evidence destroyed, they would have gone after Harry too."
"What if Harry's pregnancy wasn't failed," Leo said quietly after a long pause.
"What do you mean!" Wyatt asked shocked as he stared wide eyed at his father.
"What if the plan worked with Harry, and failed with Chris." Leo said trying to keep his voice calm. Wyatt couldn't control the rage that seeped into his voice at what seemed to him an outrageous suggestion.
"My son is not evil!" Wyatt shouted angrily. All attempts at keeping his voice down abandoned with the newly released anger. "He's a little boy! There's nothing evil about him!"
"Of course there's not," Piper said glaring daggers at Leo. She knew Leo didn't mean to upset their oldest son, but the older man often spoke before he thought about the reaction it would draw from the rest of his family. "We know that, and we all need to calm down. The last thing the kids need after all of this is to see all of us arguing!"
"So what are we going to do?" Leo sighed as he slumped against the counter in exhaustion. "What are our options?"
"What do you mean?" Wyatt scoffed at his father. "We have no options! He's my son, he's staying here with us!"
"Wyatt, your only twenty-four," Leo began quietly.
"Yeah, and I've already got two kids! One more's not gonna make much of a difference!" Wyatt answered firmly. "I won't send him back there..."
"Of course not!" Leo said firmly. HE had never meant to imply sending the innocent little boy back into that hell hole. "Look he had a mother-"
"Who died!" Wyatt cut in.
"Maybe she had family," Leo urged. "Other than those bastards you found him with!"
"I'm not sending my son to live with people I don't even know!" Wyatt said firmly! "He's staying here!" Leo remained silent, he knew deep down from the beginning that there was no possible way to convince Wyatt different about the little boy. There was a long pause.
"We'll have Carlisle come over tomorrow and make sure he's ok, and I'll have to run out and get him some new clothes." Piper said effectively putting an end to the short argument that had taken place. Wyatt nodded in agreement rubbing his forehead in a failed attempt to prevent the headache he felt coming on. He had never been good at clothes shopping.
"I.. I just don't understand how this happened." Wyatt sighed his voice thick with emotion and confusion. "How could he have been out there all this time without me knowing? I know the moment Edward was born! I went to him. I could feel him! How could I not know about him for nearly ten years!" Piper could see Wyatt working himself up, and walked to her oldest son, enveloping him in a tight hug.
"Don't worry," Piper said comfortingly as she held her son. It wasn't often Wyatt needed the comfort and reassurance so strongly. Normally her oldest son kept up the brave face for his children, and younger siblings. "He's here now, and safe. The rest of it isn't important now. We can deal with everything else tomorrow." Wyatt nodded softly as he soaked in the comfort of his mothers embrace before kissing her cheek and pulling away. "Its really late," Piper said softly. "We should all try and get some sleep, ok."
"Alright," Wyatt said forcing a small smile on his face. He followed slowly behind both of his parents to the stairs before pausing. "I think I'm gonna get something to drink before heading up."
"Alright sweety," Piper said knowing Wyatt simply needed time to think before even contemplating going to sleep. "Call if you need anything."
"Don't worry mom," Wyatt smiled softly. "I'll be up in a little while."
"Goodnight baby," Piper smiled softly.
"Night Wy," Leo said softly.
"Night mom, night dad." Wyatt said softly watching as both his parents disappeared up the staircase.
It didn't take long after Piper left the room for the three little boys to sit up and began staring at each other. Chris and Edward on one side of the room in Edward's bed, and Harry laying in Chris' bed opposite them.
"Your from England?" Chris asked softly cocking his head to one side in curiosity. The usually shy little boy seemed completely comfortable around the new occupant of the Halliwell manor.
"Yes," Harry said quietly. He didn't feel the usual uneasy feeling that enclosed on his chest whenever he was around other kids his age. "Where are we?" Through all the explanations he had heard tonight, there whereabouts had not been revealed.
"San Francisco," Edward answered. At the confused glance from Harry he continued. "California."
"Its in America," Chris added on. Harry's eyes seemed to widen in disbelief before he dropped his head onto his knees. The three were quiet for a while. "Did a demon make your back hurt?" The question seemed to shock Harry, whose head snapped up at the sentence.
"A Demon?" Harry's voice was questioning and filled with a mix of shock and disbelief. HE had been told of magic very briefly. Magic was how Wyatt had gotten them to another country so fast, and how Wyatt had healed the fresh wounds from his back. Wounds Harry knew would have taken weeks to heal on their own.
"Yeah," Chris elaborated quietly. "Did a demon hurt your back? There was blood on your shirt when Daddy brought you back, but your backs not hurt anymore. Did they hurt your back bad?"
"A demon didn't hurt my back," Harry spoke quietly. "M-my uncle Vernon did." Harry was quick to wipe the one solo tear from his cheek, but not quick enough for it to go unnoticed. Chris and Edward made their way over to the bed and seated themselves in front of Harry. The three sat in silence, offering more comfort to each other than they could understand. Finally Harry spoke again. "Demon's are real?"
"Yeah, but don't worry." Edward stated confidently. "They come to the house sometimes, but they wont get us."
"How do you know," Harry asked skeptically.
"Daddy says their all scared of Grandma," Chris began.
"But Rosie says its cause Daddy scares them so much," Edward finished.
"Who's Rosie?" Harry asked immediately.
"Rosalie," Edward stated. "She's our sister, kinda."
"What do you mean?" Harry questioned.
"She's a vampire," Chris said as though it were the most common thing in the world.
"Vampire?" Harry sounded shocked. "They're real to?"
"Yeah, but Rosalie and everybody else is nice," Edward said happily.
"Everybody else?" Harry couldn't help the shocked voice.
"Yeah," Chris exclaimed excitedly. "Carlisle and Esme are the oldest, their like out aunt and uncle, but we don't call them that. Carlisle's a doctor like Grandpa used to be. And then there's Rosie and Emmett, and Jasper and Alice. Their all nice vampires like us though, so you'll like them!"
"Like... You..." Harry asked slowly as realization dawned over him. "Your Vampires?"
"Yeah, but only half." Chris said smiling still.
"How are you half a vampire?" Harry questioned.
"My mom was a vampire, but Dad isn't." Edward said slowly. All three boys shivered slightly from the chill as the air conditioner kicked on, and quickly manuvered so that they were side by side and all wrapped in the comforter as they spoke.
"And Daddy said I just changed when I was little," Chris said softly.
"Oh," Harry said quietly. "So you two don't have the same mom?"
"No, my mom passed away when I was born," Edward said softly.
"But our other mom didn't," Chris answered. "She's my mom, I came out of her belly, but she's Edward's mom too!" Chris thought for a minute. "She can be your mom too if you want. We already share Daddy." Harry smiled at the thought as the three laid down curled up on the bed together. Not only did he never have to go back to his aunt and uncle's, now he had an entire new family. As the three drifted off to sleep none noticed the small static waves that jolted from one brother to the next, connecting them to one another.
It was nearly an hour later when Wyatt finally made his way up the staircase from the kitchen. HE had spent the last hour and a half simply sitting at the island in the kitchen, and thinking over all that had transpired over the last several hours. While he couldn't wrap his mind around the idea that his son had been out there and alone for the last nine, nearly ten years. It wasn't nearly as much trouble to accept that he had another son. A large part of Wyatt was overjoyed at having another son in his life.
Now as he reached the top of the staircase and made his way slowly through the bedrooms that held his sleeping siblings he couldn't help but think of how this knew discovery would effect the little boy, who likely had no idea what the blinding light had meant. How would Harry react to being told he had a father. A living breathing father.
Which introduced another problem by itself. How was he supposed to explain to his new son that the man he had been told was his father actually wasn't. The nine year old had gone his whole life believing that not only was his father dead, but that he was an entirely different person. Wyatt closed the door to Nick's bedroom after having made sure his younger brother was sleeping soundly, before making his way to the bedroom that held all three of his sons.
As he gently pushed the bedroom door open he couldn't help but gaze shocked at the sight that met his eyes. The first bed that met his eyes was completely empty, leaving Wyatt with two complete seconds of fear and shock at his two missing sons. Until he snapped his head and caught sight of the second bed's occupants. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he moved slowly and quietly over to the three peacefully sleeping children. The three boys were curled into each other. Harry was on the edge, Chris in the middle, and Edward against the wall. It shocked Wyatt just how natural this looked. How easily his little boys had adapted to their knew surroundings.
He smiled softly at Harry's glasses that were still loosely placed on his face, Edward's small body which was tangled helplessly in the sheets, and Chris' hair that was flopped over his face, almost completely covering his face. Wyatt gently and easily untangled Edward from the blankets, before covering the little boy up and tucking all three in securely. He then went on to brush Chris' hair from his face, making a mental note to get the little boy's hair cut, or at least trimmed since he doubted an actual haircut would last long. Finally he gently removed Harry's glasses from his face, taking a moment to study the little boy before folding them and then placing the round glasses gently on the nightstand.
Wyatt then gently leaned down and placed a soft kiss to each boy's forehead. He watched them sleep for a few minutes longer before turning and slowly leaving the room. Wyatt had a determined look plastered on his face as he made his way down the hallway and towards the staircase that lead to the attic. HE was careful to be quiet in his trek up the staircase to avoid alerting his sleeping parents. Once he made his way into the attic he closed the door and made his way to the old wooden chest that contained the white candles. He made made quick work of laying the candles out in the circle and reciting the easy spell he had long since memorized.
Power of the witches rise
Course unseen across the skies
Come to us who call you near
Come to us and settle here
Wyatt watched as the white orbs came from the ceiling, spiraling until a shocked form appeared in the middle of them. Wyatt wasn't at all surprised at the knife that was instantly pointed at his throat, in fact he hardly flinched. He also wasn't surprised at the immediately annoyed look that graced the young woman's face as she spun the knife so the blade was away from him and then shoved it in a sheath attached to her leather pants. She was thin with brown hair and eyes. You'd never guess how dangerous she could be due to her stunning beauty. As of now she wore a tight black leather top that left little to the imagination and came just above her naval. Barely noticeable on her right wrist was a distinct birthmark in the shape of a phoenix
"You know I do have a phone!" Bianca snapped annoyed as she crossed her arms over her chest in absolute annoyance.
"That you don't answer," Wyatt shot back.
"I'm a little busy Wyatt," Bianca growled.
"Oh yeah! What innocent person are you after now!" Wyatt demanded to know!
"You know I don't do that anymore Wyatt," Bianca said instantly offended.
"I know you say you don't do that anymore!" Wyatt argued back. As much as he wanted to trust Bianca, he knew deep down his father was right and he would never be able to trust her with anything besides her own sons' life.
"Look if you called me here to accuse me than I really have better things to do!" Bianca snapped angrily. Wyatt was quiet for a while as he stared at her, hoping to read her face.
"That's not why I called you," Wyatt said quietly.
"Well what is it then!" Bianca growled angrily.
"Before you got pregnant with Chris," Wyatt paused trying to collect his thoughts. "Was there another baby."
"What!" Bianca seemed generally shocked by the seemingly random question."Of course not! You know that!"
"Dammit Bianca! I'm serious!" Wyatt couldn't help his angry outburst, and was glad that sound didn't travel from the attic easily.
"And you think I'm not!" Bianca exclaimed. "I told you long ago there was only one try!"
"Well obviously there was, because there's a little boy downstairs who was just magically called out as one of my kids!" Wyatt couldn't help how odd his explanation was. There was no logical way to explain how the white light had signaled one of the most powerful sibling bonds ever formed.
"What?" Bianca's voice was confused. "What are you talking about Wyatt?"
"I had to go get Nicky from school today, and when we got back it felt like... Like my head was going to explode. And all I felt was this urge to orb behind all the pain. It took me like three trips, because I had to go to England, but when I got there... They had him locked in a closet. They had beat him and his back was bloody and raw, and he had bruises everywhere." Wyatt stopped suddenly and had to physically shake the images from his mind. "I healed him, and brought him back here. He said his parents died before he was born, and that was his aunt and uncle. So we got him fed and I was going to get him cleaned up and into bed, but Edward and Chris had woken up and heard me come home. They came downstairs and when they were all three next to each other there was this... this bright white light that just... Shot out of the ceiling and circled around them." Bianca still stared at him as if he made no sense. "Mom and Dad say that was exactly the same light that came when Mom, Aunt Phoebe, and Aunt Prue got their powers. And when Aunt Paige first joined them." Bianca was quiet as she stared shocked at Wyatt.
"Its not what you think it is," Bianca muttered quietly.
"What else could it be!" Wyatt growled in frustration.
"I don't know but its not this!" Bianca snapped angrily.
"How do you know!"
"Because it wasn't part of the plan!"
"Would they have even told you!"Wyatt snapped angrily. HE could see the flash of hurt in Bianca's eyes, and the quick wall that always flew up minutes later. After all her Phoenix coven had put her through Wyatt understood that it was the only family the woman had ever known. Bianca had given up everything to stay with her family. Even still, Wyatt wasn't willing to let the fact drop on a subject as important as this. "They didn't tell you about their back up plan if things went wrong with Chris."
"You damn well know that that I would have never let them do that!" Bianca ground out angrily. "I knew that plan inside and out! There was no second baby!"
"How can you be sure?" Wyatt asked again.
"Because they would have done the same thing to him, as they tried to do to Chris!" Bianca snapped as she ran her hand through her hair. "The baby wouldn't have survived this long! The only reason Chris was even born was because I had the protection of the Charmed Ones and the Twice Blessed. Another baby wouldn't have stood a chance!"
"What if she hid herself!" Wyatt demanded.
"Dammit Wyatt don't you get it! Its impossible!" Bianca growled angrily. "There wouldn't have been a second baby! Once they found out Chris was a failed baby they immediately canceled the plan!"
"Harry's older than Chris!" Wyatt exclaimed. "By about four months! What if they didn't know yet!"
"Wyatt, Chris was twelve weeks premature! They would have been seven months apart!" Bianca said slowly. "They knew Chris was going to be a force of good when I was ten weeks along!" Wyatt sighed as it finally dawned on him that he was getting no answers from Bianca, and even though he hated to admit it he knew it was highly unlikely that the Phoenix coven had been careless enough to let a second baby live.
"So how did this happen?" Wyatt asked rubbing his forehead as his migraine intensified.
"How the hell am I supposed to know," Bianca snapped halfheartedly. She couldn't help but be concerned about the little boy. "Let me see him." Bianca demanded suddenly after a short pause. Wyatt's head snapped up to look up at Bianca.
"Your kidding right! Its three in the morning!" Wyatt said incredulously.
"You don't have to wake him up," Bianca said exasperated. "I just need to see him. I just want to see if I can pick anything up from him." Wyatt thought for a moment before slowly nodding his head in agreement.
"Just keep it down." Wyatt said softly as he lead the way out of the attic. "Everyone is asleep." They made their way quickly down the staircase and towards where the three little boys slept. Wyatt gently pushed the bedroom door open and lead the way over to the three sleeping little boys. Bianca approached slowly gazing at all three little boys.
The three had shifted only a little since Wyatt had last re-situated them, and Wyatt only had to readjust Edward so that he was covered by the blanket. Bianca knelt next to Harry. Her hand hovered only inches from the little boys body as she studied every inch of the sleeping child. She studied him for only a few moments, before nodding to Wyatt and following him out of the small bedroom. Wyatt placed a finger to his lips before leading the way down the second staircase and into the kitchen.
"Well?" Wyatt asked as he began to brew a pot of coffee. He hoped the caffeine would help ease his migraine.
"I don't know," Bianca sighed. "It was strange."
"What was strange?" Wyatt asked as he felt his heart drop into his stomach from worry.
"I... I could sense it in him," Bianca said shocked. "The Coven. It was faint, barely there. If I hadn't been looking for it I don't think I would have found it. But he's not marked!" The last bit was said forcefully and with an air of desperateness obvious to Wyatt, who remained silent for a long time.
"Well Chris isn't marked," Wyatt said.
"I told you! Chris is only half Phoenix, so he'll come into his powers, and his mark when he's older." Bianca snapped obviously aggravated by their lack of knowledge bout the new little boy. "Its different with Harry. I can't explain it but..." Bianca trailed off.
"What," Wyatt questioned worried. The sickening feeling in his stomach was becoming stronger by the minute.. "What's wrong Bianca."
"I sensed the same thing in Edward..."
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