hey guys, thank you to everybody who reviewed. Especially my two anonymous reviewers bryan smith and zeria.

Well, here's a little update. Nothing has been recovered from my harddrive, we're not taking it to my cousin who does it intrusivly, takes the whole thing apart to see if he can get anything off it, but it looks like I'm not going to get any information from it, which means I'm re-written the chapters, although I did get a different and I think better idea, even though you guys won't know, to the story, so I suppose it's not too much of a bad thing, except my whole life from my computer has now disappeared.

Anyway, I'll get on with the chapter now...

Wedding Nightmares

"Have you rang him at all?" Piper asked her son, taking his hand gently as they spoke in the kitchen of the manor, "Or even asked him when he's phoned about Lizzie?"

The younger Halliwell had to shake his head at that. He never really had the guts to ask, in case Chris bit his head off, all he wanted to know was whether Chris had received the letter since it had been two weeks since he sent it and there was still nothing from the brunette.

"I need to ring him though," Wyatt admitted to his mother with a laboured sighed, "I need to find out if he's going to come back for the social services visit."

"They don't know you've split up then?" Piper looked into her son's blue eyes, frowning slightly.

"If I tell them, they'll take Lizzie off me for sure," Wyatt confessed, "Although I wouldn't be surprised if they did take her off me. I can't look after her at the moment. I hardly see her, she's always here."

"I know," Piper nodded, every since Wyatt had had to go to college AND work his commitments to Lizzie were going to Piper and Leo, "I was going to ask you actually, if you thought about moving back into the Manor?"

"We haven't got the space mom."

"Parker's at college so Matt can move into there and Lizzie can have Matt's room and you have your old room."

"What about when Parker comes home for the holidays?"

"He can share a room with Matt," the mother of three shrugged her shoulders, "Of stay at his girlfriend's house where he usually spends his time. Sweetie, you're struggling to keep afloat at the moment…"

"And what about when social services gets wind of it?" the blonde asked, looking at his mother directly in the eye.

"They can't say anything," Piper informed her eldest son, "If she's being properly looked after they won't take her away. Me and Leo won't allow it. You need help, Wyatt, please sweetie come back here?"

"Maybe," Wyatt nodded, seriously thinking about it, "But I do have to talk to Chris first. After all, I can't exactly sell the house, it's in his name."

"Ok," Piper understood, "Well, you talk to him tonight. You don't have to move in right away, but Lizzie does spend more time here than at home."

Meanwhile, in Buffalo, Chris was at Speedy's apartment with Jamie, Kacie and Alexia. All of them were drinking waiting for Speedy to get back from the airport. Yes it was another weekend, and Holly was staying over again.

"Ok, Chris," Alexia looked at the brunette male with a smirk on her soft face, "Truth or dare?"

The Perry thought long and hard about it, and just as the sound of keys in a lock was heard, he answered.

"Dare."

As everybody screamed, reminding Chris of being back in high school, although they were drunk so it was a good enough excuse to scream, Speedy and Holly walked through the door, Speedy with his arms around his girlfriend's waist.

"Did I say you guys could start the party without me?" Frank asked, as he looked at them with an amused smile on his face. Holly just looked between them all, slightly unsure of herself. Even though she knew her boyfriend's friends, she was still not totally comfortable to act like they did.

"We got bored," Jamie complained to the blonde, "And Chris wouldn't do anything while these two were in the room, so we decided to get on with this party." The 21-year-old rolled his eyes, as he unwrapped his arms from the 18-year-old girl and made his way to the kitchen to get drinks for himself and Holly, while she sat down next to Chris, just as Jamie left for the bathroom.

"Good flight?"

"Yeah, ok."

"Hey! Chris needs a dare." Alexia shouted out, just as Chris' cell phone started ringing. The Perry took it out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID. He knew Holly saw the name as she looked at him.

"Are you going to answer it?" Kacie asked, the ringtone still going off.

"Erm…"

"Fine, I'll do it." As Alexia took the phone off him, she walked away answering the call.

"Hello?" she sounded into the phone, just as Chris shot up from the couch and grabbed her arms, "I'm sorry, who?"

"Lexia!" Chris shouted out, trying to grab the handset from the brunette's hands, as she giggled holding it away from him.

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you, what was that?" she managed to say, but Chris took the phone, in time to hear a very confused and possibly pissed Wyatt on the other end.

"Sorry, hi," Chris said, walking away from the group and into the room he was staying in, leaving Holly to explain to Speedy who it was, "Yeah, sorry one of Speedy's buddies from college."

"Oh," Wyatt sighed, obviously thinking the worst, "So, not a…"

"Girlfriend?" Chris asked, his eyebrows raised, "You know when I told you I was completely gay, well that still stands. No girlfriend, Wy. Anyway, can I call you back a little later, when the parties like died down. I'm in my room and I still can't hear you."

"Yeah, sorry," Wyatt seemed quiet, as if he did not want to really talk to him, but he had to, "You'll ring me back then?"

"Yeah sure," Chris answered, "I mean, I'm guessing you called for a reason, so I'll call you back when I'll actually be able to hear you."

With that, the Perry hung up and sighed looking at the phone, what could Wyatt possibly want?

As he decided to sit on his bed, Chris ran his hands through his brunette locks, just as there was a knock at the door.

"Yeah?"

Looking up, Chris saw Jamie walking through the door, two bottles of beer in his hand.

"So, you finally decided to bring the party in here then."

The 21-year-old looked into the grey-green eyes of Jamie and sighed as he sat down. Straight away, Jamie began to lay kisses on his neck, causing Chris to close his eyes at the feeling.

"Jamie," Chris moaned, pulling back from Jamie, "Not right now," Jamie sighed and looked deep into Chris' sea green eyes, and then shook his head, "What?"

"You get one call from your ex and you go to not wanting sex," Jamie pointed out, "Something tells me there's still more to that relationship."

"I just said not right now," Chris replied, narrowing his eyes at the 23-year-old, "Are you trying to tell me all there is to us is sex? I mean, I know we're not together but…"

"No, I'm not saying that," Jamie shook his head, although he was confused with himself, "I'm just saying that if you're being like this after one phone call from your ex then there's more to it. You've not completely broken up."

"We've broken up, Jamie," Chris nodded, "I just can't help it if there is something still there. I loved him, Jamie, and I'm not about to stop caring about him."

"I still think you love him," Jamie informed the brunette. When he did not hear a reply, he nodded his head, "I thought so," standing up, Jamie made his way out of the room, "Maybe you should call me when you are over him, because I'm not going to be stuck in the middle."

With that, the light brown haired male left the room, causing Chris to sit back on the chair and think. Was he really still in love with Wyatt? He still cared but was there really still love there?

Wyatt looked at the clock on the mantelpiece of his house. He had called Chris almost two hours ago and he had not returned the call yet. Sure, he knew that his ex-lover was at a party, but could he not take two minutes to step outside, away from the noise to call him back.

Sighing, he took a swig from the bottle of beer in his hand. This was starting to become his answer to everything at the moment, and as much as he knew that that was not good, he could not help it, it was a comfort. Turning the television on for background noise, the Halliwell kept the noise to a minimum, just for background noise to stop him from going crazy while he waited for Chris' call. He was being stupid, he knew it, he should be getting on with his life, not waiting for the love of his life to call back. Love of his life, there is was, something he still though Chris of, even though he should not. Chris was obviously having the time of his life up in Buffalo, not thinking of Wyatt at all.

Realising he had finished his beer, he stood up and made his way to the kitchen, just as the telephone rang. He never thought he had ever moved so fast as he sprinted to the phone to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Oh hey sweetie, have you spoke to Chris?" Great, it was just his mother.

"No, I rang him but he was a little busy," Wyatt sighed, walking towards the kitchen, to get another beer, a little disappointed that it was not Chris, "He said he was going to ring me back."

"When? Did he say?"

"No, mom," Wyatt groaned, "Just that he would ring me back."

"Well you know it'll be almost midnight over there," Piper spoke, making Wyatt check his watch to see it was now almost 9pm, Elizabeth had been in bed for an hour and a half, which meant he had been drinking for an hour and a half, and now he was already onto his sixth beer that he was opening while his mother spoke on the phone, "He might ring back tomorrow instead."

"Yeah, maybe," Wyatt sighed, taking a swig from the bottle and leaning on the counter on his elbows, rubbing his brow with his free hand, "But, mom, I've got to go in case he rings back tonight."

"Ok, sweetie, sure," Piper's voice sounded slightly disappointed in her son, but Wyatt could not be bothered with her, "I'd better check on that brother of yours anyway. I swear if he's not got in yet I will kill him." Wyatt could not help but chuckle, Matthew was turning out just to be like himself in the aspect of getting himself into trouble all the time, and if he was honest, Wyatt could not help but feel slightly proud that Matthew had decided to take after him and not Parker.

"Ok mom, I'll bring Lizzie over tomorrow, if that's still ok."

"Of course it is, sweetie," the mother of three agreed, "Bring her over before your class, and I'll speak to you then."

"Thanks mom," and with that, Wyatt disconnected the call, and looked at the phone. His mother was right, Buffalo was three hours in front of San Francisco, which meant Chris probably would not ring back yet.

Walking back into the living room, he put the phone back on it's stand and threw himself on the couch, drinking more of his alcoholic beverage, watching the time tick by.

The sound of the phone ringing startled him, Wyatt had hardly realised he had dozed off, not for that long mind, ten minutes, but still, he had managed to doze off and still not spill his beer. Getting up from the couch, Wyatt groaned, this was going to be his mother again, he knew it. Just before he answered the phone, he sighed, still holding his bottle of beer in his free hand, "Mom, please…"

"Hey, it's me." Wyatt was cut off straight away as he heard the voice he had been longing to hear from all night. Immediately, Wyatt put his beer on the side, next to the phone holder, and walked to the couch, a smile on his face.

"Hey," he sounded, "Party finished?"

"No," Chris sighed, he sounded tired and upset about something, but he was not going to tell Wyatt, "I decided to leave the party. Come for a walk and call you."

"It'll be late won't it?" Wyatt questioned, trying to sound interested, although all he wanted to do was get straight to the point, he could tell from Chris' voice he did not want them to be speaking, "No where…"

"Don't worry about me, ok," Chris seemed to laugh over the phone, "I'll be ok. So, what did you ring about?"

"Erm…" Wyatt sighed, running his hands through his hair, as he thought about how to put this, "Well, it's just you know the social service visit is on the 17th…"

"Shit!" Wyatt could almost picture Chris looking slightly panicked, "I'll fly down for it…"

The Halliwell could not help but let his smile grow as he heard his ex-lover say that.

"My mom suggested I move back in with her, that way it doesn't matter if social services find out we've split."

"So you don't want me to fly down?" The 21-year-old blonde cursed himself as he heard those words, it was not that he did not want to see Chris, he was just telling him his options if it was not possible for him to fly down. Sighing, Wyatt decided to find out whether Chris mentioning he would fly down was a spur of the moment 'damn I forgot about the visit' thing, or whether he really did want to come.

"It depends if you want to." This was crunch time, this was when he would find out just what Chris really felt. If he was going to fly down, maybe there was still something between them, if not then he was putting both Wyatt and Elizabeth behind him and was moving on.

"You say it's the 17th?" Chris' voice sounded over the phone, with a little sigh behind it.

"Yeah." Wyatt bit his bottom lip, nervous of what Chris was going to say. He really did hope that it was going to be a yes, but something told him that it would be a no.

"Can I let you know flights tomorrow?" the Perry asked, "It's just with not being at the flat I can't get on the computer."

"Yeah, that's fine," Wyatt smiled, that meant he was going to come down, right? "I didn't expect you to tell me right now about flights."

"I am definitely coming, Wy," his soft voice stated over the phone, almost making Wyatt melt at the sound of it, "I'll stay a few days too, if that's ok, so I can see Lizzie, take her out for a day or something."

The Halliwell was now officially grinning, so Chris did still care, well at least about Elizabeth and that was better than nothing.

"Is Lizzie in bed, by the way? How is she?"

"Yeah she is," Wyatt answered, looking up to the ceiling as if he would be able to see his daughter through the woodwork, "She's loads better actually."

"Thank God for that," Chris sighed with relief, "I don't know what I'd do if I found out I caused…"

"Hey, Chris, it wasn't your fault, ok?" Wyatt sat forward, realising that the 21-year-old still blamed himself for the accident, and that was going to be Wyatt's fault since he shouted at him so much for it, "It was an accident, these things happen. You know if I'd have left the same thing would have probably happened," now it was Wyatt's turn to sigh, "I'm sorry I blamed you for it all. I shouldn't have done, it just made everything worse…"

"Don't Wyatt…" as the Perry's voice trailed off, Wyatt frowned with confusion, "Just, don't, please."

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," Chris sighed, "Just got some stuff running through my head. Look, I'll call you tomorrow with the flights and times and everything, I'm gonna have to go."

"Have I done something wrong?" the Halliwell asked, it could be the only thing that could have made his ex-lover go so quiet over the phone.

"No, it's not you," Chris sighed, "I've just got to go ok. It's getting late…"

"Ok," Wyatt was still unsure of whether to let Chris go, he knew the Perry needed to talk to someone, and usually it would be him, but that was not going to be right now since obviously it was either him or there was another guy, "Ok, Chris, yeah, it is getting late for you so maybe you should go back and try to sleep while that party's going on."

"Yeah, maybe," Chris sighed, "I'll call you tomorrow?"

"Sure."

"Are you working?"

"No, I've got the night off, I'll speak to you later."

Once Wyatt hung up from the call he was smiling like a mad man, he could not believe just a simple conversation with his ex-boyfriend could be so great.

"No, I never said that," Holly smiled towards Speedy as he made his way to the kitchen, while she sat on the couch, the television on low as background noise, "I just said that he's an idiot."

"Uh-uh," Speedy looked at her, with a smirk on his face, just as his bedroom door opened and Chris walked out, sighing, "Hey dude, coffee?"

"Please." Chris nodded, as he threw himself on the couch next to the 18-ear-old girl.

"So, book the flights?" Speedy asked, while Holly looked between the two boys.

"Yeah, flying down the 16th and back the 19th," Chris nodded his head, then laughed at the look of pure confusion on the blonde girl's face, "I'm going down to San Francisco."

"Are you getting back with Wyatt?"

"No," Chris shook his head, "Just to get his ass out of trouble. So, do I have to get lost tonight?"

"Subtle Chris," Speedy eyed his friend, "So very subtle." But by the looks of it, Holly did not understand what they were really talking about, so all was not too bad, "And anyway, you'll probably be out tonight. Aren't you going to see Jamie since you guys didn't get up to much last night?"

Chris' green eyes opened wide, Holly knew nothing about him and Jamie yet, this was not going to go down too well.

"Jamie?" Holly looked at the brunette, "As in Jamie who was here last night? You mean he wasn't joking around last night when he said about you two taking the party…" she trailed off as she saw Chris shaking his head, "Oh my God, does Wyatt know you're dating someone else?"

"I'm not dating him," the Perry explained, looking into the 18-year-old's hazel eyes, "We're just…well…sleeping with each other." Now he felt stupid asking Jamie if there was just sex between the two, there was just sex between the two. Neither of them wanted anything else, at least he did not think Jamie wanted anything else.

"I never thought you would be the type to do that." Holly mentioned to the 21-year-old.

"I'm trying to get over a four year relationship, Holly," Chris explained with some force behind his voice, "I can't go into another one, that won't work."

"But sleeping with some guy you hardly know will?" she asked, looking at Speedy to back her up here, but he was 'playing Switzerland' and was staying neutral, "You're not yet over him, are you?" The brunette never answered the question, just avoided her gaze, making Holly realise what she had said was true, "That's why Jamie left early last night, isn't it? It was nothing to do with work, he realised that your still in love with Wyatt."

"Holly, don't start this ok," Chris sighed, "I really don't need it right now. The best thing for me is to stop thinking of him, which doesn't really happen when I've got to see him in two weeks time, and I have people constantly asking me if I still love him."

With that, Chris stood up and walked out of the room, into his own, leaving Holly to look at Speedy, neither of them realising how bad the whole situation really was.

In San Francisco, Wyatt Halliwell sat in one of his college classes, making notes for the first time in the past three weeks or so, since whenever college had started. He was actually happy after his conversation with Chris last night. Sure, Chris said that he would only stay for a few days, but maybe Wyatt could use the time to talk to him and get him to stay longer, if not forever. Maybe this could be the first step to getting back together.

He looked at his watch, there was still fifteen minutes of his class. Fifteen minutes until he could give the good news to his mother. Let her know that he was coming back down for the visit, that there was still hope they were going to get back together. Although, Chris never said anything like that, he was just doing it for Lizzie but was that just a cover for how he really felt? Wyatt would never know, but one thing was for sure, he would have to try his hardest to get Chris back into his life, and he had two weeks to think of a plan.

so Chris still loves Wyatt and Wyatt still loves Chris, but do you really think I'm going to make it so easy?

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