Ok, thank you to everybody who reviewed the previous chapter. Please please please keep it up :D
Just a little note, this is a little shorter than usual, so I'll apologise now.
Wedding Nightmares
Chris looked at the Leo, through the bars of the cell he was in. He was still in the cell with the three men from last night, that had not actually hurt him. Chris looked at his lover's step-dad, wondering why he was here.
"Mr Perry, it looks like you're a free man for now," the police officer from behind the desk stated as he opened the metal bared door, "Let's hope court goes ok, hey?" Chris rolled his green eyes as he walked over to Leo, now looking directly at him. He could see the disappointment coming from Leo, but there seemed to be no anger, which made it worse. Leo was like a second father to Chris now, and it hurt to think that he was disappointed in him.
"Good look with the mrs." 'Tattoo' said to Chris, as he was leaving. The Perry just laughed slightly and nodded his head as a thank you, following the doctor out of the building to the car.
"Mrs?" Leo questioned the brunette as they climbed into the car.
"Couldn't exactly tell them I was gay, could I?" Chris said, laughing slightly at the look on the man's face, "So, is Wyatt at the hospital, still?"
"He's gone back this morning," Leo nodded his head, "Elizabeth's going to be ok, by the way, I don't know if you've managed to find out."
Chris nodded his head, smiling a thank you, trying to make it look like he had only just found out, thinking about what Andy had said. If Leo found out then it would be a matter of time before either Piper or Wyatt found out too, and that would not be good.
"Do you want to go and see her?" Leo asked, glancing over at the Perry.
"Maybe that's not a good idea right now," Chris shook his head, "I'm sure I'm the last person Wyatt wants to see right now. Otherwise he'd have bailed me out, right?"
Leo continued to drive knowing the brunette had a point, Wyatt did not want to see Chris right now, mainly in fear he would say something he would regret, so agreed it would be a better idea to get him home, "Anyway, I need a shower and to get changed, and actually some sleep."
"Didn't sleep in there?"
"Didn't really dare." Chris answered, smiling slightly at Leo's look of horror mixed with concern, "It wasn't that bad. And anyway, no matter how bad it was, it was my own stupid fault. I should have known not to be driving like that, especially with Lizzie in the car. If it was just me, then it wouldn't have been too bad. She's definitely ok, right?" Chris asked again, and sighed to see Leo nod. He could not live knowing he had nearly caused his daughter's death.
Wyatt stood looking at the 20-year-old girl in front of him. He had not seen her for a few months, Chris had said she kept calling around, but Wyatt was never in, always at college.
"Caitlin, why are you here?" Wyatt asked, "You have no rights to Elizabeth, and you proved that when you've wanted nothing to do with her over the past three years."
The brunette girl in front of him, yes she had finally gotten back to her natural hair colour, which secretly Wyatt preferred, stood and looked at him in shock. This was the little girl she had carried for nine, well actually seven and a half since she was so premature, months. She wanted to make sure her little angel was ok after hearing that she was in hospital.
"I wanted to see her, ok?" Caitlin questioned, but it was not enough for the Halliwell.
"I've asked you how many times, if you want to see her?" Wyatt asked, "Even though you signed the rights to Chris, we've both given you chances to see her, but you didn't want to know. Yet now she's in hospital, you want to know? What's going on?"
Caitlin's hazel eyes almost showed hurt, but not enough for Wyatt to believe her.
"Where is Chris?" she asked, seemingly that she did not know what had really happened, but the blonde doubted it, after all her father seemed to know Elizabeth was in here, he obviously knew the whole story, or at least the important facts.
"He's at work," Wyatt tried but she questioned him about the fact they were meant to be on their honeymoon, "It's a long story, but we're not married yet, so no honeymoon, so Chris figured he'd work this week. Is that a crime?"
"While Lizzie's in hospital?" Caitlin questioned.
"Look, Caitlin, what are you really here for?" Wyatt sighed, tiredly, he did not want a fight right now, "I mean, it's not for Elizabeth, I'm not that stupid."
He locked eyes with his ex-girlfriend, trying to get the truth from her, but she was not budging.
"I'll go, Wyatt," Caitlin shook her head, "I should have known not to come." She started to make her way out of the room, but Wyatt's voice stopped her.
"If you're here spying for your dad, I'll never forgive you for it," he told her, keeping his voice down, so he did not do something he would regret, "Never, Caitlin."
He heard the door shut, knowing that the 20-year-old brunette had heard what he had to say, and then he went back to his daughter, watching her as she sleep almost peacefully. Running his hands through her blonde locks, he took her unbroken hand with the other, trying to give her the energy to wake up for him.
Hearing the door open again, Wyatt sighed without looking up.
"Caitlin, don't bother…"
"Mr Halliwell?" Wyatt did not recognise the voice and looked up to see a short Latina, dark brown-haired woman, wearing a brown skirt suit.
"Yes?" Wyatt answered more as a question.
"My name's Linda Cortez," the woman explained to the 21-year-old, "I'm from Social Services," The Halliwell sighed, he knew this was coming, but did it have to be now? "Maybe you can answer a few questions for me?" Great, this was not going to go well, at all.
Stepping through his front door, Chris realised the house was a little too quiet. Was this what it was like for Wyatt last night, coming home to a house that usually had a three-year-old running around, but now had none of that.
Chris quickly glanced at the family portrait that they had had done just a few months ago for Elizabeth's third birthday. There had been a few photos, but this was Chris' favourite, of the three of them together. Seeing her smile there, hurt more as he thought what he had done. She was going to hate him if she ever found out it was completely his fault, that he was the one that almost killed her. For the first time since the accident, he let himself cry. He could not before, the police asking him questions, being thrown in jail, but now he was alone. He backed into a wall, sliding down it as he let the tears fall freely down his cheeks. Elizabeth had nearly died because of his stupid mistake to drive so fast, or even not to slow down while he took that corner, and Wyatt hated him for it. His own fiancé could not even come and bail him out of jail, Wyatt definitely had to hate him. Part of him wished that something more serious had happened to himself in the accident, he had walked out of the accident with just a concussion whereas she had been in the emergency room for hours. Looking up at the ceiling, he silently questioned why he had survived, but knew there was not going to be any answers. Taking a deep breath, Chris decided to get up from the floor and go for a shower. The faster he did that, the faster he could get to the hospital and face what was coming to him.
"Daddy?" Elizabeth's voice called out to Wyatt, weakly, as he spoke to the woman from Social Service, "Papa?"
"Can I…?"
"Of course you can." Linda nodded her head, as Wyatt made his way back to his daughter's bedside.
"Hey sweetie pie," Wyatt cooed to her, like he did when she was a baby, "Daddy's here."
"Daddy, my arm hurts," Elizabeth had tears in her eyes already, causing Wyatt's heart to break for her, he wanted to make the pain go away but he could not, "And my leg. Daddy, where's Papa?"
"Erm…" Wyatt started to answer to wiped a stray tear that had fallen down his cheek, "Papa's not here. He's at home."
"Where are we?"
"At the hospital sweetie," Wyatt ran his hand through her golden locks, "You were in a little accident."
"Like when I fell over in the kitchen?"
"Just like that, yeah," Wyatt answered her, "But you hurt yourself more than knocking your front tooth out. That's why your arm and leg hurts. Anything else hurt?" he asked, and saw her nod her head, "What hurts?"
"My head and there." Lizzie pointed to her right hand side, luckily it seemed to be mainly where the impact was.
"I'll call back later, Mr Halliwell," Linda told the 21-year-old, seeing that he needed time with his daughter, after all this was just a routine visit, there was nothing yet to say that Wyatt could not look after his daughter, "Can I call you on your phone number to arrange a time."
"Yes, of course." Wyatt nodded his head, with a thank you smile aimed at her. The Social Worker left the father and daughter alone.
"When will Papa be here?" Elizabeth now asked, "I want to see Papa"
"You can see Papa later," Wyatt said, hoping that Chris would be over as soon as he was out of jail, "I promise you." Now he really hoped Chris would be here, he hated making promises he could not keep.
Chris had just got changed and was about to call for a cab as Titch and Speedy pulled up outside the house.
"Hey, you're back!" Titch smiled walking to his friend.
"Where did you two go?" Chris yawned. He had still not gotten any sleep, but that could wait, his daughter needed him right now.
"Just nipped out," Speedy answered, "You going to the hospital?"
"Yeah, but Wyatt's taken the Mercedes, so gotta call a cab."
"You wanna lift?"
"You're not trusting me to drive then." Chris smirked at his high school friend and laughed as he shook his head.
"Hey, I have to get this back to the hire company in one piece," the taller blonde explained, "After what you did to your own car, I don't think so." The Perry rolled his green eyes as the three friend climbed into the car.
"So, how was jail?" Titch asked Chris on the way to the hospital.
"Don't ask." Chris answered, slumping down in the seat, closing his eyes for the journey.
"You look tired."
"I didn't sleep at all last night," Chris replied, "I don't think I could have done even if I really wanted to."
"The guys in there?"
"The guilt from last night," Chris sighed, "Elizabeth's ok, right?"
"A few broken bones," Titch answered, "But she'll be ok. Your car came off the worst."
"Yeah, complete write off from what the police were saying," Chris sighed, "Great so no car and they'll probably take my license from me."
"Well you won't need a license without a car." Speedy pointed out, making Chris groan at his attempt of humour.
"How mad is Wyatt?"
"At you?" Titch asked, and looked back to see Chris nod his head, "I wouldn't like to say. We tried to talk to him last night, but to be honest I don't think he wanted anyone there and it was all going in one ear and out of the other."
"Oh well, I'll find out soon then." Chris sighed, feeling the car stop and the engine turning off. The Perry opened his eyes and looked at the hospital with dread, he never liked hospitals, and this seemed to be the worst trip in there ever. This was worse than when his grandfather died.
The brunette made his way in the hospital, knowing his friends weren't too far behind him, and walked straight to where they had told him her room was.
Chris looked through the window to his little girl's hospital room, and he could see her lying there on the hospital bed, connected to machines, parts of her body in casts. He closed his eyes, letting a tear fall down his cheek, he had done this to her.
"You're out then." The Perry's thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. He turned around to see Wyatt stood behind him, his blue eyes icy cold, a cup of coffee in his hands.
"Leo bailed me out a couple hours ago," Chris nodded his head, "I got over as soon as I could."
"It took you two hours to get here to see your daughter?" Wyatt shook his head in disgust, "She really means nothing to you, doesn't she?"
"I'll ignore that shall I?" Chris questioned, "I know you're mad at me, and you have every right, what I did was stupid and I'm sorry…"
"Sorry doesn't cut it," Wyatt cut him off, still disgusted at the man in front of him, "You nearly killed MY daughter, Chris, something I can never forgive you for."
"That's mature, Wyatt," Chris nodded his head, his eyes refusing to look into the blonde's, "Bring it up that she's your daughter. Do you forget the papers I signed? She's our daughter. I care for her…"
"That's why you were speeding down the fucking street?" Wyatt raised his voice, "That's why you didn't think about slowing down, and smashed the car, almost killing Elizabeth. I can never forgive you for that."
"Well there's a lot of things it seems you can't forgive me for a lot of things, doesn't it?" Chris scoffed at him, "Look, can I at least see Lizzie now and then I'll get outta your way."
"That's it, just see her and go?" Wyatt asked.
"Wyatt, don't start this here," Chris sighed, he was tired and did not want a fight right now, "Look, I'll go and see Lizzie, and then go home. When you get back home tonight, then we can talk about it, sound good?"
Wyatt had to admit, they could not argue about this here, not when Elizabeth was so close, she had heard enough of their arguing last night. The Halliwell nodded his head, but his posture never changed, his eyes stayed cold towards his lover. Chris sighed and took that as his cue to go and see his three-year-old daughter. Looking back through the window, he sighed again, plucking the courage to face what he had caused.
"Papa!" Elizabeth smiled, as Chris walked through the door, "Daddy said you busy."
"Did he?" Chris asked her, with a soft smile, at least he had not told her he had left or something stupid, "Well, I'm here now. How are you feeling?"
"My arm and leg hurts," Lizzie sighed, "Have you and daddy stopped fighting now?" Chris closed his eyes, could he really answer her without lying but without telling the truth too.
"I don't know, sweetie," Chris ran his fingers through her blonde curls and looked into her blue eyes, that reminded him of Wyatt, where tears were forming, "We don't want to fight, but I don't know."
"Peas stop fighting." Elizabeth asked, to which Chris nodded his head.
"We'll try," Chris stated, "I promise." But Chris knew that this was not something he could really do. He could stop fighting on his side, but he knew he could not stop it on Wyatt's side. Wyatt was hot-headed, and would not give up on a fight easily.
ok, so just a little filler mainly, just focusing on Chris' guilt.
Please let me know what you thought of it, even if you haven't reviewed before...nudge nudge...
