I DON'T OWNED CHARMED. I JUST WRITE STORIES BASED OFF OF IT.

THIS IS THE FUTURE WHERE WYATT AND CHRIS ARE BOTH GOOD AND TRYING TO DEAL WITH THEIR LIVES. OF COURSE, IT IS NEVER EASY SINCE THEY ARE CHARMED.

Wyatt felt like an idiot as he stood in her driveway. He looked up at the house she had been living in for the past three years. It had been three years since they had been together. Three years since he had last kissed her and three years since he'd thought about the way they had been so good together. He had hated to admit that getting over her had never really happened.

Brooke Glenview had been his first love and no one could take the memory of her away from him. Not even the Elders who had despised them being together the whole time. 'Humans can't be with twice blessed beings' had been the Elders tagline ever since Brooke and he had started dating. It was the rule they had said.

He had never understood the rule since in the beginning of it all his own mother and father had been forbidden from each other yet look at them now.

They were both in love and happy and together still. They had had two kids. Himself and his little annoyingly neurotic at times brother, Chris. They had married and been together and had children happily and no harm had come to the oblivious world because of it.

Yet he couldn't love one human girl? He found something very, very wrong with that.

At the time, his mother had said the Elders were a bunch of passive aggressives that got their kicks on hurting them but sometimes they really did have their reasons. He had never gotten a real response when he had asked her what was one of them, but he knew they had to have some reason for this whether or not his own parents would tell him about it was another thing. Yet in the end his mother had changed her mind about the Elders being wrong when it came to Brooke and him ebbing in love.

His father and his mother had not told him what information that they had had that had changed his mother's whole point of view on the Elders. They had just agreed with them after awhile. Wyatt, himself, still didn't understand it.

His mother had once said it would be easier if he and Brooke weren't together. She had said that they were too young to be together always. They had been fifteen at the time. He hadn't wanted to marry her or anything that intense so he had never understood the deep scrutiny placed on him being in love with a human had sparked amongst his family as well as the Elders.

His mother had once even give him 'the talk' about it. She had said that what the Elders probably didn't want to deal with were the very humanistic repercussions that would be involved with them the whole time they were together.

She had meant that if Brooke had ever become pregnant it wouldn't be a normal child. The baby might even have a protective shield while still was in the womb. How would he explain that? How did he expect to live a normal life with Brooke when he himself was extraordinary? The Elders worried that since the girl was human she wouldn't be able to protect herself from the oncoming demon attacks that were a given fro Wyatt and his family. Hence, he would always worry over her whenever something happened because she would become his first priority since she was human and powerless and easily breakable.

The Elders had said that if he was worried over her mortality every time that they had a demon around or an innocent to save he would never get anything done. They had even said that the intensity of his feelings would make the situation around any of the innocents even worse. Hell, they had even been adamant on the factor that if she were ever to die it would hurt the whole universe because he might not be able to recover from the guilt of losing her as well as mourning her.

He had loved her though. For him to be fifteen years old, in love, and happy for once in his life with his own best friend, and then taken to the very Elders who had opposed his mother and fathers union just so that they could have a little conference about his own love and sex life wasn't the best thing on earth.

He had actually had to go up there and listen to them try to explain to him why they so desperately wanted him to be unhappy. In their terms they so desperately wanted him to find an equal. They had even gone to the point of saying that if their relationship continued in the future it would destroy the nature of the world. They had even blamed him for the world being destroyed even though he didn't know why him loving one human girl could cause that.

Then, Brooke's mother had died on top of it all. At first, Wyatt had thought that it was the Elders taking out their revenge on him through hurting her because as soon as the meeting had been over he had orbed right to her house and been with her the rest of the day.

He had never understood why the Elders expected him to just throw his life away so that the world would keep spinning on its axis. Especially when they never did anything about it themselves. They were hypocritical fools who just waited forever to find out the outcome of things.

The greater good his ass. The greater good would have kept him and his family incredibly happy, wealthy, and lucky in life as well as love after everything they had had to sacrifice for the greater good.

But no. Of course not, he had had to lose the one person who had mattered to him most. Sure, there had been other girls. There had to be other girls there so he could get over her after her father had packed up their home and went to Sacramento. Getting over her had never really happened though.

Now, here he was standing in her vacant driveway and staring at her new house. He hadn't seen her in person in years. He had constantly been involved in her dreams the first year. He hadn't cared that the Elders had prohibited the action. He still had found a way around them. He had went to her in her dreams and had talked with her so that she could have some closure over something if she couldn't have any closure over almost anything else. He had set her dreams up like it was all really happening in real life and they had been together that way. He had helped her through moving to a new city as well as to get through mourning her mother.

He had been there for her to help her through it all. In the end, he had never gotten over her because of it.

He didn't care what the Elders said she was the right girl in his book. He wondered if she would remember him when he knocked on her front door. He wondered if she would smile at him or hug him or just have a hard time remembering him.

He wondered how she would take seeing him all over again because right now he didn't know if he was going to make it. He wanted to orb into her room and kiss her and tell her life would be better soon. He wanted to save her like he had before.

He had tried to enter her dreams. Ever since he had found out what she was going through now he had tried and yet he had been prohibited from them now. He didn't know if that was because of him or the Elders had figured out what he had been doing over the years.

He didn't know why, but he had not been able to get through to her again. Instead, he had just kept running into a black wall. He couldn't get in to see how she was doing and he couldn't see her. So, he began to worry about her.

He wondered if she looked the same.

Last time he had seen her she had had a short bob of dark chestnut brown hair and warm honey brown colored eyes. He wondered if that when she smiled her eyes still lit up and then if she still half covered her mouth with her hand shyly while she smiled. He wondered if she was still the same unique and kind girl he had fallen for years ago.

He wondered above all if she remembered him.

He wondered if she still thought of him once in a great while. If she ever thought of calling him and rekindling something or maybe she was too shy to do it. He wondered if she had moved on and had someone else in her life or if she was just stayed single. He wondered if she felt the same way about him still as he did for her.

Wyatt walked up the smooth black paved driveway to the three story red bricked house. The windows were blackly shuttered and there were no lights on in the house. Her front porch light was slowly losing its pulse as it flickered in the dusk. She had always left that on. She had always left it on for her mother when her mother had been alive so that she would be able to get in the house easier once she got off of the late shift at the hospital.

Brooke still did that. Did she still do the other things he remembered her so well doing? He remembered her every time his mother lit a vanilla scented incense in the house to cast a spell.

Brooke had used to be addicted to the smell of vanilla. Her mother had gotten her into it and she had all the lotions and incense and everything. She had always smelled of v vanilla. Sometimes when she had been over and she had borrowed his bigger sweaters because she always was cold because he had always believed she had been born with a cold chill. She especially was cold in his old drafty house and after she had borrowed his sweaters to wear to keep her warm while she was there he would smell the shirt later on and he could still smell her in it.

Chris had made fun of both of them being the happy love birds of the century. He had always followed them around and hung out with them. Whenever they had tried to kiss or hug Chris would just get all disgusted since he still hadn't gotten out of his whole 'girls are evil' stage. Sometimes he wondered if his mother had sent Chris with them everywhere they went since he was like the walking talking interactive version of a contraceptive.

It had been weird when she had stopped living around them. The house had been quieter and she just had left her ghost haunting them all in every room she had ever been in. Even Chris, who had barely ever admitted to liking Brooke, had been slightly depressed once she had gone.

She had been the first person that had been nice to Chris that he had ever brought over to their house. She had given Chris things like c. d 's she'd burn for him of songs she thought were like him and songs he liked that he didn't have money to buy the c.d. for or else she would hang out with him whenever Wyatt had had to go off and save the world.

They had entertained each other whenever that happened. Wyatt had never let her know what he really had been doing and sure the Elders were right because every once in awhile things had happened that he couldn't explain. There had been a lot of close calls to while she was there waiting for him to get whatever fake chore he had told her he had to do done.

Once, he had been almost brutally butchered at a tug of war with a demon that had gotten a hold of a vanquishing potion that would have taken it out in minutes. It had been flung right at Chris and her. It had landed a few feet away and she had just picked it up gave a weird look and kicked it back in the direction it had come from. Just in time too because Wyatt had been able to snatch it right up and he'd used it on the godforsaken demon.

Lots and lots of close calls.

She either was a really good at not caring about the weird things all over his house or else she was a great actress when it came to things like that. He had had so many different excuses for why he had to not see her or cancel plans. Sometimes he had had to vanquish demons at the same time she was in the house.

It had never been the most fun thing to have to kill a demon while worrying about the family secret getting out to the one person I didn't know how would take it.

It was times like those he was happy that Chris would keep her company while he helped vanquish all the evil that continuously attacked his family.

Now, here he was.

He was here because of the very thing he had always been trying to hide from her. His greatest secret that he was a twice blessed magical being that had a very big clue to who had brutally murdered her best friend.

She had been there at the time her friend had been murdered. She had said she was upstairs while it had happened. The police had been suspicious about her alibi but everything in her story linked up right and the evidence even had pointed at someone stronger, and someone who had forced entry into the house.

Her friend had been brutally murdered by a demon. So, Wyatt had tried to get into her dreams to see how she was holding up. Of course the wall had blocked him out so he was here now to see how she was in person. Wyatt had come without telling his family where he was going and why and who he was seeing.

He had just came here.

He needed to help her. He had this feeling that she was over her head in this. He had a feeling that that demon would be back for her. He also had a nagging feeling that she had lied to the police about not seeing what had happened to her best friend.

She had said something that had verified that factor too. Something was telling him that she was trying to sneak around the truth when it had come to the whole death of her friend and he wanted to know why. She had said something that he had taken quite literally that the police had probably overlooked in the hysteria of the moment.

She had said 'a murdering bastard of a demon came into my house and killed my best friend. How do you think I feel, lieutenant?' when the police had asked her where she was. She had been there and she had witnessed her own friends death. He had a feeling that she was tying to lie to the police for more then one reason about it.

The police would never even believe her telling them some strange abnormal demon came and killed her friend. He had a feeling that was why she hadn't said anything to them about what really had happened. He would believe her though. He had been working with evil greedy killing monsters forever and he was here to try to help her out.

He hoped.