Brooke raised her clear topaz colored eyes to find Wyatt hovering over where she was sitting in lawn chairs with Chris. It was weird to see him again. It was like a dream or maybe an illusion and one minute she would wakeup from it. She got up slowly from the blue plastic and steel lounge chair that she had resting in beside Chris and stood beside Wyatt.

There was a small hidden moment of something. She couldn't quite make out the emotion because it passed through them and became other emotions that were unnamable at the moment as they stared into each other's eyes. It wasn't every day you saw your ex, found out your lover had killed your best friend, and that you were now planning to switch sides midway through the game.

It had been a long day.

The night would be worse.

She shivered tiredly as she broke the gaze she held with Wyatt's crystal clear blue eyes and looked up at the clear dark raven black sky. She looked for an answer up there that she knew wasn't available to her, but she looked never the less. Brooke wrapped her arms tightly around herself in the cold slight breeze that was coming in from the north.

A storm was coming. She could feel it as she looked for some remnant of a cloud in the clear sky over head. This storm wasn't a regular storm. This was a magical storm and it was going to be used to its fullest advantage.

Her father wasn't going to let her change sides after all the progress they had made. Conrad wasn't going to let her be with a Charmed Ones son. She belonged to him. If he couldn't change her mind back when he came after her soon then he would kill her just for changing sides. He was a dark lighter after all. Death was his gift.

"Excuse me, Chris." she said softly.

"Chris," Wyatt spoke suddenly trying to say something to his little brother but he couldn't explain anything at the present moment. His mind kept drawing a blank. His mind just kept playing over and over again the fact that Brooke was there with him and he wasn't hallucinating.

"Yeah, yeah. Little brother leave us alone bit. I get it." Chris replied and got up to go. "Wy, you want like a jacket or something? Brooke?"

"Oh, yeah. Sure." she replied with a dazed expression written over her face for a moment as she realized she was still wet.

"I'm good." Wyatt replied.

Chris looked at his brother and rolled his eyes. "Whatever, if you want to be the human blow dryer. You do that."

"Chris," Wyatt said again. His eyes had still not left Brooke's since the moment she had stood up beside him.

"Gone." Chris replied and orbed inside the Manor to be away from the reunited couple.

Brooke bit her lip for a moment and looked around. Wyatt stood in the silence too then. There was electricity in the air between them. She shivered in the sudden breeze flowing through the air around them.

It starting raining softly down on them as she did. She looked up at the sky as her softened expression dissolved. Her face hardened and became fathomless as he watched her resolve. He didn't know what that meant but he knew it was probably not good for him to lose the good soft human half of her so early in the game.

He quickly remembered what he was supposed to do. She was freezing. It didn't help that it was sprinkling lightly around them. He instantly stepped forward towards her as he regained her attention and then he touched her hand softly. He could use his powers to warm her and even to get her clothes to dry. It didn't matter that it was raining around them at the moment. All he had to do was touch her hand and they wouldn't even be affected by the world around them.

She took a small step back in reflex as he did. Why, he didn't know. He wondered what she expected him to do. He wondered if she thought he was going to hurt her after everything. He hoped she had a little more confidence in him then that.

"Just stand still for a second." he told her.

She nodded in hesitation and then she closed her hand over his. He used his powers then. His shield came up instantly and wrapped them in a cool blue layer of light. In seconds, she was dry. A soft smile played on the edges of her lips as he watched her. It was an old smile he had loved that was haunting her lips as she glanced up at him from inspecting her dry clothes.

"Better?" he asked, hopefully.

She looked into his blue eyes. He hadn't changed much she realized as she continued to bite her lip. She nodded and swallowed hard. She felt shy again. She almost felt awkward with him again as if she had no experience dealing with boys before or something.

"I'm sorry about my parents. " Wyatt apologized lightly. "My mom didn't mean to make you this way. My dad.. Well. He has to follow the Elders."

Brooke heard the hard tense sarcasm enveloping his statement about the Elders as she nodded at him and the world around them. She wasn't for one moment going to forget how he felt about them. She had played the evil side a little too long to not know when there was an open opportunity to disrupt and manipulate a person.

"Excuses, excuses." she replied lightly as her eyes watched a few stars in the dark black sky and she filed the Elder factor away.

"I can't help being related." he told her with a rare smile that touched his eyes immediately.

"It seems no one can help who they really are." she replied vaguely.

"Fate's a bitch."

She nodded. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what it was like to be good. She hadn't ever cared to be. She didn't want to tread on dangerous waters and she didn't know whether she should stay there with him any longer.

What she did know for sure was that she wasn't going to be able to stay in this little hiatus for long. She could feel Conrad on the outer edges of her consciousness. He was looking for her. He was her dark lighter. Besides that, the Halliwell house was like a beckon for anything evil to try to destroy it. Everyone knew where it was and who lived in it.

It was only a matter of time before he realized where she was for sure and came after her.