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I didn't actually think I would get this chapter up until tonight, but managed to finish it just a few moments ago and thought I'd get it up now, but the next chapter may take a while, since I'm getting a bit of a blank on how to write it. I have the idea, just my muse won't let me get pen to paper (or should I say fingers to keyboard) anyway, I'll try and not make it too long, but I'll apologise now if it takes a day or two.

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Wedding Nightmares

A few days had passed since Chris had walked out of the house, and Wyatt was now left alone in his house, since Elizabeth was still in the hospital and Speedy and Titch were back in Buffalo, New York. By now, Parker, Jackson and Peyton had all gone back to college and Patty had gone back to Boston with her husband, so Wyatt had nobody around while he worried about Chris' life. He had not heard from him in the past few days, except for him to say that he was alive and ok. Mind you, Wyatt knew that after he realised some of Chris' things were gone from the house, meaning he was planning on being away for a while.

Once again, Wyatt was in the hospital, at his daughter's bedside, but this time helping her to get out of the bed and putting all of her things into a bag. She was coming home today, which sent a load of relief through Wyatt's body, at least now he only had Chris to worry about. Why could he not check in on him? Just to let Wyatt know where he was? Did he hate Wyatt that much?

As he was putting the things in the bag, he could sense someone behind him, but did not look up, thinking that it was going to be a nurse to check up on Elizabeth before she left.

"Daddy?" Elizabeth called out to him, as she sat on the bed, looking at the people behind Wyatt, "Daddy, there's two men here and a lady."

Frowning, Wyatt turned around, this could not be the nurse then. He felt like his heart was in his mouth as he looked up at the people. Standing up, he put the bag on the bed next to his daughter.

"Can I help you?"

"Mr Halliwell, you remember me," the woman spoke, "I'm Linda Cortez from Social Services?"

"Oh, yes," Wyatt nodded, shaking her hand, wondering who the two men were with her, "How can I help?"

"Actually, there's nothing I need to ask you," she spoke, "We're hear to take Elizabeth into our custody pending…"

"What!" Wyatt shouted, as the two men made their way around him, just as he saw a badge indicating they were police officers, "Why are you…? What's…"

"I'm terribly sorry, Mr Halliwell," Linda said in her sickly sweet voice, "But we have reason to believe that you are not providing the best you can for her, and we have received information to tell us that she can not be kept in your care."

"No, you can't do this," Wyatt shook his head, stopping one of the police officers, "You can't take my daughter away from me. What information do you have?"

"I'm sorry, Mr Halliwell," she apologised again, even though Wyatt knew she did not mean it, "I will telephone you tomorrow to sort out an appointment when I can come and see you. Speak to both you and Mr Perry…"

"NO!" Wyatt shouted at her, "I won't let you take my daughter from me. You have no right. You can't do it."

"Sir, please remove you hands from me." The police officer who Wyatt was holding back said.

"No, right," Wyatt shook his head, looking between the police officer and the woman. He could hear Elizabeth questioning what was going on, sobbing slightly as the other police officer held her, "You can't take her. I won't let you."

"Sir, I'm warning you, remove your hands, or else…"

"Or what?" Wyatt asked him, "You're gonna arrest me? You can't do that, I haven't done anything for you to arrest me."

"Sir, please remove you hands and step out of the way." Wyatt looked into the police officer's eyes and felt the same anger he had done when he was arguing with Chris at the weekend. Without even thinking, Wyatt punched the officer in the jaw, causing him to swing Wyatt around and push him into the bed, so he could handcuff the Halliwell's wrists together behind his back. The 21-year-old knew straight away what he had done was stupid, that he had, once again, let his anger get the better of him. He allowed the police officer escort him out of the house, while the social worker took his daughter.

"Wait, can I at least say goodbye to her till I see her next?" Wyatt spoke, seeing tears staining the three-year-old's cheeks. Linda walked back to the Halliwell, so Wyatt could kiss Elizabeth on her cheek, "Be a good girl for me, ok sweetie?" Elizabeth never said a word, just nodded her head, her blue eyes tear-glazed, "I love you ok. And so does Papa."

"That's enough." The police officer stated and forced Wyatt into the back of the police car. Wyatt looked out of the window at his daughter as she was put into the social worker's car. He closed his eyes, allowing a single tear to fall down his own cheek, as he realised just how stupid he had been.

"You're what!" Piper shrieked at the top of her voice into the telephone. She had expected her eldest son to call around to the manor a few hours ago, knowing Elizabeth was coming home today, and had waited fairly patiently, but now she had just received a phone call from him, "Wyatt, you had better be joking here? I swear if you're telling the truth…"

"Mom, please," Wyatt sighed gently over the phone, "I'm in jail, ok. Please, bail me out?"

"Maybe I should leave you in there over night," Piper said to him, "It'll teach you a lesson. What did you do anyway to end up in jail?"

"I punched a cop," the mother of three could almost picture her eldest son biting his bottom lip as he spoke, "They were taking Lizzie from me and I lashed out. I know, I was really really stupid, but please mom, I need bailing out and I haven't got much left on the call."

"I'll see what I can do," Piper sighed, rubbing her forehead with her free hand as she processed everything, "I'll get a hold of Leo, ok?"

"Thanks mom," Wyatt sighed with relief, "I love you."

"I love you too sweetie…" Piper hung up the telephone, and then dialled another number. She had no intention on phoning for Leo, she had someone else in mind, someone who she hoped still lover her son.

"Hello?" the male's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Oh hi Chris, it's Piper."

"Piper?" Chris asked, sounding confused at why she was calling him, "Two minutes," was he speaking to her or someone else wherever he was? "Sorry, I was just with a friend. How are you?"

"I'm fine, sweetie," Piper smiled, at least he was talking to her so far, it was just what he would do when he found out why she was calling, "It's not me I'm calling for though, it's Wyatt…"

"Is he ok?" Good start, at least he sounded genuinely concerned.

"He's…erm…in jail…"

"What?"

Wyatt sat in the jail cell, his back against the wall, closing his eyes thinking about what he had done. This was going to be great when it came to getting his daughter back. One of her parents had gotten her into a car accident and the other had gotten himself arrested by hitting a cop, great start there. With all this going through his mind, he never even had chance to think who had called social services on him, sure enough they were around because of what had happened with Chris, but one car accident was not enough to take her away from him, which meant someone had given them more information about something, and there was only one person who would gain from doing something like that and that was Caitlin, it had to be. Wyatt had pissed her off the other night after sleeping with her, and then going back to pretty much feeling nothing for her, she knew taking Elizabeth from him was the only way to really hurt him, so she had to have done it.

"Mr Halliwell?" he heard his name being called out and opened his eyes, to see an officer opening up the jail cell and then someone who he never thought he would see again behind him, "You're free to go until your court case." Wyatt stepped past the iron bars, and looked at the brown haired man in front of him.

"What are you doing here?"

"Piper called," Chris looked into his lover's ocean blue eyes, and even though he wanted to melt and tell him how much he still loved him, he kept his posture straight, his arms folded to keep some distance between them, "C'mon."

The Halliwell watched as Chris walked out of the room, and quickly followed, straight to the Mercedes in the station car park.

"Why did…?" Wyatt started, as he got into the passenger seat of the car, "What are you…?" He did not even know what to ask first. Why had Piper called Chris, was she not meant to be calling Leo? And why had Chris come to bail him out? They had fallen out, Wyatt had hit him and Chris walked out with very good reason.

The 21-year-old brunette glanced over to Wyatt and then back at the road, shaking his head.

"I was coming home tonight anyway," Chris sighed, "Thought I may as well bail you out of there. I know what it's like to spend a night behind bars."

"I don't know how you did it," Wyatt sighed, looking out of the window, ashamed of himself, "Two minutes in there and I was going crazy."

"Yeah well," Chris shrugged, "Guess I'm tougher than I look. She also told me what happened with Lizzie, we'll get her back Wy." The Halliwell just nodded his head, as Chris pulled up outside their house. They stayed in the car for a few minutes, just in silence, until Wyatt broke it.

"Where were you?"

"Naff's," Chris stated, looking directly at the blonde, "Don't worry, nothing happened. He's got a boyfriend now, remember? And anyway, we're still technically together, and I don't make the same mistake twice."

The Perry climbed out of the car, missing the look of guilt all over Wyatt's face. Wyatt would not have been bothered if something did happen with Naff, not after him sleeping with Caitlin the night Chris walked out, he could not tell him about that, now he understood Chris' reasoning for not telling him about what happened between Chris and Bianca, the hurt was too much then and definitely would be now, especially if he found out there was no protection involved.

Once the two lovers were back in the house, Chris went straight to the kitchen to make some coffee, something he needed after being at coffee, since most of their nights had been spent drinking or going out to nightclubs.

"So…" Wyatt tried to start the conversation, but did not know what to say.

"So?" Chris asked, looking at him, expect him to say something. Wyatt could tell straight away that Chris was not going to forgive him for all of this that easily, and he deserved it after the way he had acted with Chris over the car accident. Chris finally sighed, realising he was going to have to start this conversation, "Don't ask me how long I'm here for. I don't know. I'm not sleeping with you tonight Wy, I'll stay in one of the spare rooms," Wyatt was slightly taken aback and gulped, "And no, I don't quite trust you yet."

"So, why are you back?" Wyatt asked, narrowing his eyes, trying his hardest not to start an argument over this, that was the last thing either of them needed.

"Because Lizzie needs us both here," Chris sighed, "And she needs us both working together if she's ever gonna come back home. Why did you hit the cop, Wy?"

"I don't know," Wyatt sighed, running a hand through his golden curls, "I wasn't thinking at the time. I know it was really stupid of me, and if I could rewind time I wouldn't do it, but the guy just pissed me off that little too much."

"Like I did the other night?" Chris asked him.

"I am so so sorry that that happened," Wyatt apologised, "I really am. I never meant to hit you, and I shouldn't have, you didn't deserve that. The accident was, well, an accident, and you didn't need me shouting at you for it. You made a mistake, we all make mistakes, please, is there anything in you that can forgive me for it? It'll never happen again, I promise you, really."

"See, how do I know that that's true?" Chris asked, "Anyway, I'm not here to talk about that. I forgive you this once, Wyatt, but it happens again and I'm out of that door for good, and I'm gonna take Lizzie with me, because I'm not sure whether you'd be able to keep your cool with her," not wanting an argument, Wyatt nodded his head, happy slightly that Chris had said he had forgiven him, that was something he never expected to hear, "But I'm not here to sort any of that out right now, I'm here to get Lizzie back, and the only way we can do it is by working together."

"Fine," Wyatt nodded his head slowly, "I'm gonna go for a shower, is that ok?"

"That's fine by me," Chris shrugged, "I just need coffee. I'm telling you, starting a family has taken the party boy out of me." At that, Wyatt saw a small smile appear on Chris' lips, causing him to smile too, hopefully, eventually, they were going to get back together properly, go back to what they once were.

Wyatt tossed and turned that night. Having Chris in a room down the hall pained him, especially when it had clicked to him how stupid he had been. All he had to do was forgive Chris for the accident the night after, rather than starting a fight, and they would have gone back to normal, but no, he had to pick a fight, and continue it to the point where he did something really stupid and unforgivable…but Chris HAD forgiven him for it, he had proved his maturity, he just did not trust Wyatt, well he definitely would not trust him if the Perry found out what Wyatt had done that night after Chris had walked out.

Wyatt closed his eyes, trying to get to sleep, but it was no use, his mind was too busy racing, and not just on his lover, but on his daughter too. He had to find out what the social services had heard and who they had heard it from. He was almost certain that it was Caitlin, or at least her father who liked to stick his ore in, but he could not prove it until he found out what it was. At least now Chris was back, they could both go to social services and prove that they could provide for Elizabeth, but what if it was not just the fact that they could provide, had social services found out something else, somehow found out Wyatt had punched Chris? Did they think that he would do that to Elizabeth? Did they think the car crash was malicious and Chris was trying to hurt Elizabeth? Either way, he knew they would really have to work together to get their daughter back, no arguments.

Sighing, the Halliwell decided to get up and check to see if Chris was asleep, just to talk to him, apologise again, even though he had been forgiven he needed to apologise again, mainly apologise for not seeing how the accident was just an accident and everything he had said to Chris came from nowhere, he never felt like that, he was just so angry that his daughter was lying in the ICU at the time.

He knocked on the door of the room he knew Chris was in, not knowing for sure whether the brunette would mind if he just walked in, and then opened the door to see a dark room, the only light from the moonlight shining through a gap in the curtains and the light from the hallway through the door. He looked where they crossed over in the middle of the room.

"Wyatt?" Chris spoke, sounding sleepy.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"What's up?" with that, Wyatt walked into the room, and sat on the edge of the bed, while Chris turned on the side lamp and then rolled on his side, looking directly into his lover's ocean blue eyes, something he had to admit that he missed, "C'mon, something's up. What is it?"

"I just want to apologise, for everything that I did," Wyatt sighed, "Said, everything."

"Wy, I've already told you it's ok," Chris said, now sitting up, so their eyes were level, "I just don't trust you enough not to do it again, so I'm staying in here. Plus it might be a better idea so we don't get into anymore fights right now. The most important thing right now is to get Lizzie back."

Nodding his head, Wyatt understood completely.

"I love you, Chris." Wyatt said, biting his lip, wondering whether Chris still felt the same.

"I still love you, Wyatt," Chris laughed, "Don't worry about that. We have a week and two days to our wedding…"

"Maybe we should postpone it again," Wyatt frowned, "You know, until we know that Lizzie will be there to wear her pretty dress." This time it was Chris who nodded.

"I tell you what," Chris stated, taking a hold of Wyatt's hands gently, "You call social services tomorrow to make an appointment to see them, I'll talk to the vicar and explain everything, well most of it, I'll leave some bits out, and then we can go from there. Ok?"

"Always thinking."

"I am the smart one." Chris winked. Wyatt smiled and got up from the bed.

"Anyway, I'd better try and get some sleep," he stated, "I've got class in the morning."

"Yeah, and I bet you haven't been for the whole week, have you?" Wyatt bit his bottom lip, guilty of what Chris had just said, "Sleep well." The two smiled again at each other.

"Night." Just as Wyatt turned around, Chris noticed scratch marks on the Halliwell's shoulder blades.

"Did you get into some other fight too?" Chris asked, out of the blue, wondering where the marks had come from.

"What?" Wyatt asked, turning around to see his lover's confused stare.

"The scratches on your back." Chris pointed out, just about seeing a glint of guilt in Wyatt's eyes, but just as quickly as it was there it was gone, making Chris wonder whether he had just pictured that look.

"There's scratches?" Wyatt regained his composure, knowing exactly where they came from, he could remember Caitlin digging her nails into him the other night, "I didn't know there were any. Can't think of where I could have gotten them from."

"Oh," Chris said, with a slow nod, not really believing him, but what could he do right now. He had already decided that while they were trying to get Elizabeth back, they could not argue, "Never mind then. I just wondered."

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