Hey guys, so sorry I had this chapter for a while but hadn't any time to post it. I wanted to do it from work but my internet always broke down. But now, here it is. Also sorry, that I haven't replied to any reviews. I was really busy and I thought the update was more important.

Still, tell me if you want to read anything special in one of the upcoming flashbacks.

Thanks to Ann!

Chapter 37

"So?" Wyatt asked flipping onto his brother's bed.

"So what?"

"So, this obviously told you that your vision was indeed only a nightmare and that nothing bad is going to happen when you stay with Amy or get back with her, actually. How could you break up with her anyway after what I told you?"

"Right, Wyatt. Because I always do what you tell me." Chris rolled his eyes and closed the top of the notebook. "Moreover, if this told me anything – as long as you mean, the arrival of my son from the future by 'this' – it is that the future has obviously changed after my decision to break up with Amy."

Wyatt threw a pillow at his brother. "For God's sake you only see what you want to see. Seriously, Chris, the fact that Josh was here means that he is still alive in the future even though you split up with Amy now."

"Or he is still alive in the future because I split up with Amy. We don't know. I mean, I haven't asked and I hope for you, you didn't ask either."

"Of course not. Future consequences and stuff, I know. I only asked Patty if I should marry Rachel but she didn't answer. Which maybe is an answer."

"Don't tell me you changed your mind, finally?"

"No. I'm just…you know…I become nervous, that's all, I guess. With all the preparation and stuff I haven't even thought about what I am doing here. I mean committing to Rachel like forever. Until death may we part."

"Yeah, makes you want commit suicide."

"You are so stupid," Wyatt laughed. "Of course not. I mean, me and Rachel are already together for so long, marrying is just the obvious thing to do."

Chris stood up from his chair. "I was just thinking…" The 22 year old crossed the hall and went into Josh's bedroom.

"Never a good sign," Wyatt mumbled and followed him.

"You have to knock, daddy," Josh said looking up from his coloring book. He watched his father going over to his shelf with the books. "Daddy, what are you doing?" Josh hurried at this side. "Daddy, these are my things." He tried to reach for his dad but was too little. "Don't take anything from my stuff." Josh jumped up and down a bit.

"Actually, it's my stuff. I paid for it." Chris placed a hand on his son's head to prevent him from jumping. Josh jerked his head away and went back to his coloring book.

"Leave the kid his stuff," Wyatt said. Chris shrugged. "Now, what is this all about?"

"Maybe you are right, indeed."

The older brother smirked. "Of course, I'm right. What am I right with?"

Chris turned the photo around in his hand to read the note on the back. Wyatt peered over his shoulder. Chris handed him the photo. It showed three people. Chris and an adult Josh and another blonde boy. The note on the back said 'Me, Dad, Matt'.

"Uhuh. I see." Wyatt looked up to find his brother was already out of the room again. He sighed and walked after him. "Listen, Chris. Let's just forget about your son plus potential son for a second. I'm only thinking about you. Since you are not meeting Amy anymore you have changed. For the worse, I mean. For the last months I saw you really happy. Just happy. You are never just happy. Seriously, Amy did you good and now. Don't get me wrong but you seem to fall back in your old behavior."

"My old behavior? Do you care filling me in on what that is?"

Wyatt shrugged. "The constant demon hunt, locking yourself away from the family, spending your nights drinking in some bar, shouting at Josh for nothing."

Chris glared at his brother. "Do you imply I let my anger out on my son?"

"If you say it like that."

"Shut up, Wyatt. You have no idea."

"I'm so sick of you telling me that. I'm on your side, okay? I just want you happy and you are not happy because you left Amy."

Chris shook his head. "I know that. But…"

"No, buts. You can still get her back. Just go and talk to her and I'm sure everything will be fine and everyone will be fine."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I'm the great Twice Blessed. I know such things," Wyatt said with false offense. "Believe me, you can still get her back you only need to be honest."

Chris contemplated his brother's words. Of course he didn't know anything because he was the Twice Blessed but he maybe was right that Chris used to let it out on his son and other family members whenever he was unhappy with himself. He doubted that Amy was that easy to convince that he deserved a second change. Maybe he should convince her first that he was a stupid jerk. She probably believed that without a second of hesitation. But should he really even try to get her back? Seeing Josh from the future could mean that he stayed apart from Amy and that's why the boy was okay. Or it meant something had changed and he would be okay no matter if he was with Amy or not or only when he was with Amy. The other boy, Matt, would definitely not exist if no woman was involved. Chris looked at the picture again. He resembled Amy a bit but probably only because they both had blonde hair. The question was, would Chris call his son Matt. He could also be Wyatt's son. But no, that was ridiculous because he had called Chris 'dad' in his vision. And what if it really had just been a nightmare? Then he had made the worst mistake of his life. Okay, another big mistake in his life. This was all so confusing.

"What should I tell her?" Chris asked his brother.

"A good start would be that you love her."

"I already told her that I didn't love her."

"Tell her you are a freaking liar."

"Okay and when she asked why I broke up with her and why I now changed my mind?"

"Tell her you are an asshole."

Chris sighed. "That was exactly my plan."

Chris sat in his car listening to the radio. He wasn't really paying attention but the noise stopped him from thinking too much. He glanced over the street from time to time. He couldn't tell if someone was home in the apartment. Maybe no one was home then he had at least tried.

He climbed out of the car and crossed the street. He used the doorbell and hoped that no one was home when Sandra opened the door.

"Chris, hi. How are you?"

"Not too bad, thanks. Is Amy home?"

"No." Chris looked past her. "She really isn't here. I wouldn't lie to you. Although, I am pretty mad at you for dumping her." She hit him on the chest. "But I take it you came here to apologize and crawl through the dusk."

"That depends on when you last vacuumed."

Sandra looked at him a moment. "You don't look so good. But I don't pity you. You have no idea what I had to go through for the last month because of you. Still, I feel for you."

"Do you have any idea when she will be back?"

"No, sorry. But I tell you, you have a chance to win her back."

"Thanks. I'll come by another time."

"Wait. She's in the Café de Balzac. Do you know where that is?"

Chris nodded. "Thanks. I owe you."

"Oh, I'm fine when you name your first daughter after me."

"We'll have a son, sorry."

Sandra frowned. "How can you know?"

Chris shrugged. "I'm just joking."

"Right, long time I've laughed like that." Chris turned around and descended the stairs again. He drove to the place Sandra had directed him and once again waited in his car a while. When he finally entered the café, he looked around surprised by how many people were there. Or maybe that only seemed that way because the place was so small.

Chris saw Amy sitting at a little table in the corner. He had almost reached her table when he noticed another person sitting with her. A man in his 30s maybe. He wore glasses and his hair had a similar color as Amy's. He took her hand and said something at which she laughed. A waiter came and gave them the bill. The man took out his wallet and paid for the both of them.

"Excuse me, may I help you?" an elderly woman with an apron asked.

"No, thanks, I was just looking for someone." Chris felt the large lump in his stomach he had carried around for the last weeks growing painfully. He left the café quickly and went back to his car. He stayed there and waited for Amy to leave as well. She came out 15 minutes later. The man held the door open for her before placing an arm around her waist.

The 22 year old was tempted to follow them. Wait for a good moment and then kill this guy. But he didn't leave his spot. He just remained seating in his car.

Wyatt put the Book of Shadows back on its place on the podium. Sometimes not even the book had answers. The demon he wanted to vanquish was categorized low level but one of the Twice Blessed's energy balls didn't harm him at all. Luckily, he had learnt a long time ago to never go to the underworld unprepared and the potion plus another energy ball finally vanquished it. His plan for the night was a pizza and a movie with Rachel on the sofa but charges always came first. The only problem was that Wyatt felt overloaded lately with charges. He had his own and he and his Aunt Paige had taken over Chris' charges as well when Kat died so he didn't have to worry about them. Maybe they could give them to Holly and Haley. But strange enough, it was his Aunt Paige who tried to keep magic away from her kids.

Wyatt decided to stop by the kitchen before he orbed home. His mother always had something prepared. He frowned when he found the Manor dark. It was a Friday so his mom and dad were probably at the restaurant. Chris was God knows where but at least Josh should be home with a babysitter.

The blonde checked the fridge and found a Tupperware with turkey salad. He took a fork and sat down at the table. He took out his cell and used the speed dial.

"Where are you?" came the immediate answer.

"I'm really sorry, but this demon is not so easy to vanquish. I guess I'm home in an hour, maybe two. Why don't you start the first movie."

"Wyatt…"

"Charges always come first, you that. I'm really sorry. I'll be home as soon as I can."

He flipped the phone close without waiting for her to say something else.

"What demon are you talking about?"

Wyatt jumped up at the voice coming from the dark. "God, Chris, don't sneak up on me like that." His brother entered the kitchen.

"Now, tell me, what demon do you need as an excuse to no go home?"

"There was a demon. I only need some time."

"Some time to eat mom's supplies?" Wyatt shrugged. "But you aren't. That's actually from me."

"Really? It's good."

Chris sat down next to his brother. "Thanks. I can cook, you know."

"I know. Hey, where is my nephew?"

"With grandpa. I decided that he can have a night there because I'm going out."

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know yet. What are you doing tonight?"

"Have a quiet night with Rachel." Wyatt looked at the brunette a moment. "I can't cancel."

"I know. Don't worry about me."

Chris' bloodshot eyes told him different. "Maybe you should also call it a night. Watch a movie or something." Go to bed, he thought.

"I'm good, Wyatt, honestly. I'm perfect."

"Let me guess, you have talked to Amy and what did she say?"

"I didn't talk with Amy. I didn't want to interrupt her date." Chris stood up again. "Lock the front door when you go."

"Hey, wait. Maybe I could call Rachel, though…" Wyatt felt like he shouldn't just let his brother leave. The state he was in anything could happen and a demon was probably the least problem.

"Don't get in trouble with her because of me. I'm off. Bye." And with that, Chris orbed out of the kitchen.

Wyatt sighed and put the lid back on the plastic box. He wasn't hungry anymore.

Rachel turned to lie on her side facing her boyfriend. "Can't sleep?"

"Just like you, I guess."

"No, I was asleep but I woke up seeing you were awake. So I thought I'd ask, why you are not sleeping."

"God, you give me a headache." Wyatt ran a hand over his face. Sometimes Rachel made a big deal out of nothing. "But it's true, I can't sleep."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I have this really bad feeling ever since I talked to Chris earlier."

"I always have bad feelings when I talk to Chris."

"You guys are so immature."

"We are only fighting for your attention, if you haven't notice." She smiled and brushed his hair back with her hand. "I'm sure it's nothing."

"I'm not. I have this feeling like something really bad is going to happen."

"What should happen? He is probably out in a club destroying the last of his brain cells with whiskey."

"And you think I shouldn't worry about that?"

"It's his life and he has been like that for years now. Only he can change himself not you. So, please, just forget him for one night. Get some sleep." Rachel moved in closer and hugged him. "Don't worry too much. You can't help here."

At the sound of the phone right next to his ear, Wyatt opened his eyes groaning when he found out that he had only been about 2 hours asleep. It was still dark outside. Rachel switched on the light on the nightstand next to her.

"I swear if that is your brother, I'll rip his head off."

Wyatt answered the phone. The woman on the other end of the line sounded really professional. She seemed to call people all day long and in the middle of the night. Only a professional could sound so calm when she had to deliver bad news. Rachel watched him listening to the voice coming from the phone while already searching for his clothes. He ended the call.

"What's wrong? Where are you going?"

"Hospital. Chris had an accident. Now, you can rib his head off if he's okay."

"Why do you need to go there?"

Wyatt glared at her a second. He took a shirt from the pile on the chair and put it on. "Because, Rachel, he is my brother. Moreover, he has my number for cases of emergency."

Wyatt rushed into the hospital. The night nurse told him where he had to go but she couldn't say anything on his brother's condition. The blonde checked the numbers on the door for the right on. He had his hand already on the door knob, when he heard a familiar voice calling his name.

"Uncle Henry? What are you doing here?"

"I made sure I was in charge of this, so your brother won't get into more trouble than necessary," the police officer said.

"What kind of trouble? Don't tell me there was anyone else involved?"

"No, it wasn't. Only your brother, his car and a tree."

Wyatt wondered why his uncle was even there then. Car accidents happen all day long.

"But if someone drives a car in the state your brother was in is public exposure."

"Seriously, Uncle Henry, I have no idea about this juristic stuff. I only want to check on Chris if you don't mind."

"It could happen that there'll be a charge unless I cover it up."

"And where is the problem with that?"

"I simply don't want to." Wyatt glared at his uncle. "How will that help Chris in the long run?"

The 24 year old sighed. "I know. So, what do you suggest?"

"I'll have it covered and you care that your brother seeks help. Is that a deal? Oh, and of course without any other family knowing about that."

"I have it covered, Uncle Henry. Just keep it undercover, okay? Social services are already after Chris."

Henry nodded. "Okay. I'll head back to the station."

Wyatt waited for his uncle to disappear behind a corner and walked into the hospital room. Chris was asleep or sedated. From what he could see his brother had been injured more by demons. Wyatt felt it hard to have any pity. He was more angry. How could someone who was accepted in one of the best colleges in the world be so stupid? Of course, Wyatt understood that his uncle had threatened him there but on the other hand he knew something needed to happen immediately. Luckily, the older brother had enough contacts left from his college time. He could already think of someone to get involved into that.

He only needed to make sure Chris didn't get suspicious before everything was arranged.

Wyatt sat down on one of the chairs that stood near the bed for a while but Chris wouldn't wake up. When the sun rose he went back home again. He told the nurse that she shouldn't let his brother leave before he was back in a few hours.

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