Hey guys, I am so sorry for the delay in the update. I would have had it up last night, but my computer is once again on the frizz. Luckily, I managed to drive home today to pick up my old one so I can use this, there is just one catch, it's stupidily slow so it may take a while just to get one update up. Plus, uni starts tomorrow, so it may take a while to update around studies etc.

Anyway, thank you to those who reviewed the last chapter, especailly brian smith who I couldn't personally thank.#

And now, on with the chapter...

Wedding Nightmares

Wyatt sat next to his daughter's bed, in the hospital, running his hands through her golden blonde hair. She was hooked up to an oxygen machine, to help her breathe, and had cuts and bruises all over her, her Right arm and leg in casts because of broken bones. Finally, after three hours of waiting around at the hospital, he could see her and he let the tears from fear, worry, panic and anger fall down his cheeks.

"Sweetie?" He heard his mother's voice behind him, "Wyatt, sweetie, c'mon we all have to go."

"I can't leave her," Wyatt shook his head, "You can't ask me to."

"You have to," Piper told her eldest son, putting a hand on his shoulder, "I know you don't want to, sweetie, but the doctors won't let you stay here. Go home and get some sleep and come back tomorrow."

"What's there to go home to?" Wyatt asked, "Chris is in jail, Lizzie's here."

"Ian and Frank?"

Wyatt looked into his mother's chocolate eyes, they were so calm and relaxing, something he needed right now. Nodding his head, Wyatt stood up and kissed the three-year-old's forehead.

"I'll be back tomorrow, princess," he whispered to her, "I promise."

Piper led her son back to where Leo, Parker and Titch were all waiting.

"How is she?" Parker asked, looking into his brother's blue eyes.

"Hooked up to machines, in plaster casts…" Wyatt rolled his eyes at his brother's question. She had just been in a car crash, where doctors had kept them in the blue for the past three hours, what did he think she was going to be like, especially in the ICU? Walking around and talking?

"Ok, why don't we take you home…" Piper started and then looked in Titch's direction, "You have to pick Frank up don't you?"

"Yes Mrs Halliwell."

"Piper, please, call me Piper," she informed him and then looked at her second born son, "Parker, if you go with Ian, you may as well get straight home, since he has to go that way, and me and your dad will get your brother to his."

The 20-year-old just nodded his head, she must have known there would have been a fight between the two brothers that night if they were together. After all, both were tired, and Wyatt was still worried about both his daughter and his fiancé.

The whole drive home for Wyatt was torture, he felt like he had just abandoned his little girl. She was lying in a hospital bed, and he could not be there for her in case she woke up. Of course, the doctors had told her she was not likely to wake up from her sleep until the painkilling drugs had worn off, but it did not stop Wyatt from wondering if she was going to wake up during the middle of the night and call out for either him or Chris.

Chris. That was when Wyatt realised just how stupid their argument was. It had left Elizabeth almost fighting for her life, and Chris behind bars at least for the night. He did not even know what the police had charged him for. He would have to see him tomorrow, bail him out if he could. Once his parents had dropped him off, he made his way into the house. It was so quiet, which was very unusual. During the day Lizie could be heard around or the television could be heard on, and on a night, well he would have music playing or something while he put his daughter to bed and waiting for his lover to get back from work. He threw himself on the couch, not even bothering to turn the lights on, there was no point. He closed his eyes, just for a second, as he took everything in that had happened, but that second turned into minutes, and before he knew it Speedy and Titch were back.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Speedy asked his friend, turning the living room light on. Wyatt squinted his eyes away from the light, as he looked up at his two friends. What did they want? Could they not see that he just wanted to be alone tonight to wallow in his own self-pity?

"You should go to bed, that way you can get up early and see your little girl, who needs you." Titch told his friend, who was laying on the couch, now rolling his eyes.

"Has my mom asked you to keep an eye on me?" Wyatt grumbled as he sat up on the couch, his two friends sitting either side of him.

"No," Titch sighed, "But you're a friend, and we'd be idiots if we didn't keep an eye on you right now. Look, you're depressed, but think how Chris is feeling right now. He doesn't even know if Elizabeth's ok."

"It's his own fault," Wyatt replied, "He did this to her."

"It was an accident," Titch sighed, "I know him better than you do and I know he would never do something like this on purpose. Maybe if Lizzie wasn't in the car with him, you know, write the car off to piss you off, but not when he's got someone else in the car too, and especially not Elizabeth. It really was an accident, Wyatt."

"I don't care," Wyatt shook his head, "He knew Lizzie was in that car with him, and he knew he was driving too fast. Lizzie's in hospital because of him."

"You really like blaming him, don't you?" Speedy asked out loud, wincing at himself for saying it. He could feel Wyatt's eyes burning into him, "Sorry, you didn't need me saying that."

"No, say what you like," Wyatt shrugged, "I should have known you'd be on Chris' side, after all you've known him longer than you've known me."

"Don't take it like that, Wyatt," Speedy sighed, "I just meant, that he left the house angry, he was bound to do something stupid, and yes he did it, but you can't blame everything on him. You were both arguing with each other, and that could have happened to which ever one of you both left the house, because you both would have been speeding…"

"No I…"

"Don't lie to me, Wyatt," Speedy shook his head, before the Halliwell could completely interrupt him, "And anyway, that doesn't matter. What matters is that if you and Chris don't sort yourselves out, social services will come knocking, and they'll have some pretty solid stuff to take your daughter away from you. You need to get back on track with this, don't let a few poncy arguments get in the way. Get over the whole Bianca thing, sort everything out with Chris…you're getting married in two weeks for God's sake, you were meant to be married now, this would have been a nice start to married life…"

"We wouldn't have had this argument…"

"Are you sure?" Speedy asked, "Because from what you've said to me, you'd have had at least one argument over something. Do you love him Wyatt, honestly tell me now."

"Yeah, I love him, ok," Wyatt sighed, "I'm telling you both now, I love him."

"Right, stop the stupid arguments," Speedy told him, "When Chris gets back home, DON'T shout at him for it, he'll already be feeling guilty enough."

"You need to stay strong together, for when social services do come around," Titch informed the Halliwell, "Because I'm telling you, Wyatt, they will do after this."

Wyatt looked at the floor, they were right, he was going to have to face social services now, and he really needed to prove that he and Chris could look after their daughter, otherwise she was going to be put into a foster home, something neither of them wanted.

That night, Chris sat in the jail cell, thinking about what he had done. He looked around to see three other men in the cell with him, all bigger and stronger than him, he was going to have to keep his head down, otherwise he was going to walk out of here with a black eye, if he got to walk out of here at all.

He sat back, thinking about what he had done, looking at the clock through the bars. It was almost two in the morning, surely somebody knew about his daughter by now, but he was not going to as the police officer sat at the desk, doing the paper work. He had gotten his daughter into the accident, he would have to wait to find out whether she was ok.

He closed his eyes, but all he could see was what had happened, the world spinning, Elizabeth screaming, then black…he had no idea what had really happened until he woke up to the sound of the ambulance's sirens going off, and everything in flashes of blue and red. Titch had seen everything and had explained it all to him as the paramedics initially saw to him and then he saw Elizabeth on a stretcher, covered in blood.

"You're sitting in my seat," a man's voice interrupted his thoughts, causing Chris to look up to see a tattooed man about 6' 4'' in height and near enough 200 pounds in weight towering above him. His brown hair was long, tied back into a ponytail, and he had a beard. There was no way he was going to argue with this guy, his weight was definitely in muscle, and he could knock Chris' lights out in one punch, something the Perry did not really want after already being knocked out with a concussion just five hours ago, "Hey, I'm talking to you."

"Sorry." Chris mumbled and stood up, walking to another part of the bench, and then looked at the three men in the cell, making sure he could sit down without anybody having a problem with it. Wait until Wyatt heard about this, that boy was not going to have any sympathy for him, after all he had caused it himself, but he would get a laugh out of it.

He heard a door slamming and then talking, causing him to look at the police officer that was at the desk on the other side of the bars. He could see him talking to a dark haired man, that looked familiar, then he realised why.

"Hey, Chris." The man said, walking in the direction of the bars. Chris rolled his eyes, it had to be Andy of all people. Who had spilled the beans to him, or was he just on duty that night? The Perry walked to the bars, while Andy Trudeau was here, maybe he could find out about his daughter.

"Hey," Chris smiled weakly to his lover's oldest uncle, "Wyatt send you?"

"No, Prue actually," Andy corrected the 21-year-old, "Really just to let you know that Elizabeth's ok," Chris let out a deep sigh, "She's in the ICU but Piper told her the doctors said she should be able to pull through just fine." Chris nodded his head, with a thankful smile towards the police detective, at least he knew his little girl was going to be ok, even if it meant he was going to be in jail.

"How's Wyatt?" Chris finally asked.

"Don't know, Prue didn't see him," Andy explained, "She's only just got in, which is why I'm here so late. I've got to go, neither Piper or Wyatt know I've come down, so try and keep it quiet, ok?"

"Sure," Chris nodded, "And thanks."

Andy smiled and left the room, leaving Chris just watching him go. The Perry thought himself lucky that Andy had not walked in with his badge on show, that would have been great with the three other guys he was in this cell with.

"Your family not bailing you out?" The tattooed man said, laughing slightly.

"I don't blame them," Chris rolled his eyes, sitting back down where he was just before Andy walked in, "I wouldn't do."

"What did you do?" the second man asked, he was not as tall as Chris, about 5' 9'', but was ripped, another person Chris was not going to argue with. The Perry looked at the shorter male, his hair was shaven, so it was not noticeable what colour it was, and he had a little bit of stubble on his face. He blue eyes were striking, almost like Wyatt's were, Chris noticed.

"Crash a car." The Perry answered.

"That's it?" the third man now spoke. He was an afro-Caribbean man, about 6' 2'', his hair short, but clean shaven. In fact, he hardly looked like he belonged in here.

"It had my daughter in there."

"Were you drunk?" 'Tattoo' asked him, frowning slightly.

"I wish," Chris sighed, "Then I could have used it as an excuse." He started to wonder why these three were talking to him, were they setting him up for something?

"That was my first offence," the afro-Caribbean told everyone in the room, "Drink-driving, smashed the car into the police cars that were chasing me. Wait, your daughter was in the car? How old are you? About 19, 20?"

"21." Chris answered, he had decided to leave the information out about Elizabeth being his step-daughter, and that he was with the little girl's real father, not the best thing to say to these three.

"How old is she?" 'Tattoo' asked, "Or was…she's ok, right?"

"Yeah, she's ok, thank God," Chris nodded, "She's three."

"Cute age is that," the second man stated, "Only child?" Chris just nodded his head, he could not get into this conversation, but at least they were not trying to beat him up.

"So you crashed a car, and you're stuck here," the coloured guy said, "What, your family not gonna get you out? Your wife that mad at you?"

"Wife?" Chris looked at the man confused.

"The ring on your finger," he stated, causing Chris to look down at it, "One thing you should never do. Leave your other-half mad at you when you get in here. If you get into an argument at home, it's fine, you take it to the bedroom and finish it there, let her get on top and grind you until she's forgiven you. You know," then he started acting out what he was saying, speaking in a high-pitched voice as if he was a woman, "I hate you, you're a dick, I never wanna…uh…wanna see you…again. I hate you…I hate…oh my God, I love you, I'm sorry, I love you so much," the act had everyone in the cell laughing at him, "But you know," he went back to talking normally, "You get yourself locked up, and all that frustration she's feeling, she'll go to your best friend or something." Chris thought to himself that that would never happen with Wyatt, after all both his best friends were straight so no problem there, but something did make him think. Would Wyatt go out and find someone to bring home that night, try and take his mind off Elizabeth being in hospital? He sure hoped not. Or maybe Wyatt would turn to Caitlin, she had been around enough for him to go and see her, explain that she was in hospital. Chris shook his head, trying to get the thoughts from his mind.

"So go on then," 'Tattoo' now said, "What are you really in here for."

"I told you," Chri shrugged, "Crashing my car."

"You wouldn't just be put in here for that."

"Driving at 60ish, in a 20 zone," Chris went on, seeing the look of disbelief on the man's face, "With a three-year-old in the back seat. Charged me for dangerous driving and a load of other stuff."

"And now your wife's decided you need a night behind bars," the shorter of the three men asked, "Or is she one of those that sees what mommy and daddy tell her to do?"

"I deserve it really," Chris answered, "For being such an idiot." And he knew he did, that was that, there was no way he was expecting Wyatt to walk through those doors with his bail money, even though he had not told anyone how much it was. There was no point in ringing the manor, everybody would have been to worried about Elizabeth than to find out how Chris was in jail, and the Perry knew that was the way it should be.

The next morning, Wyatt woke up early. In fact, he had stayed up all night, allowing himself about half an hours sleep just to make people happy. He quickly showered and dressed, knowing he had to get straight to the hospital to see his baby girl. He was not happy that he had to leave her last night, thoughts of her waking up in the middle of the night not understanding what was going on and neither him or Chris there ran through his mind. She would think they had abandoned her, surely.

He made his way out of his room to find Speedy walking down the hallway.

"You going to the hospital?" Wyatt nodded his head, "You wanna borrow my car?"

"It's ok, we have another car in the garage." The Halliwell stated, making his way down the stairs, leaving a confused Speedy. Wyatt and Chris got a spare car, in case both needed to be somewhere different at the same time, and they were lucky now, since the usual car that they used was now written off. Wyatt opened the garage thinking that Chris was going to be paying for that, mind you, Chris paid for most of the stuff, he was the one with the money.

The Halliwell put all thoughts of his lover out of his head as he drove to his destination. He had arranged it with his step-father for him to bail Chris out today. Wyatt knew that if he did, there would just be an argument on the way home, something he did not need right now. Wyatt just needed to get to the hospital to see his daughter, that was the most important thing now.

He pulled up in the hospital parking lot, and looked at the dreaded building. He could still remember coming here when Chris' grandfather was here almost four years ago, the day he died, that still had shaken Chris up. Chris had only stepping inside the hospital once after that, before last night, when Bianca's mother was in. He would never set foot in after that.

Taking a deep breath, Wyatt stepped out of his Mercedes-Benz CLK and made his way into the hospital, into his daughter's room in the ICU. He was about to walk into the room when he looked in the room and saw someone he did not expect. He stared at the person in the room, wondering whether he should now go in or stay out and wait for them to finish. But, no, Elizabeth was his daughter, he had to go in and see her, even if it meant speaking to somebody that he really did not want to at this time.

The 21-year-old walked through the door, causing the person in the room to turn and look at him.

"Hey, I didn't think you'd be here this early," the person said in their usual sweet angelic voice, "I'm sorry, my dad said she was in here and I had to see her." Wyatt looked down at his daughter, to see she was still asleep, and then looked at the person.

"How did you dad know?" Wyatt asked the person in front of him, "And what do you care? You haven't for the past three years."

ok, so I'm not entirely sure how truthful the prison episode is, I've never been in there so just writing from ideas in my head.

Anyway, please leave a little review to tell me what you thought of the chapter overall :D