Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or any of the characters on the show

Summary: Wyatt has finally moved out of the manor and loving the independent life. But what happens when he finds out that he might be living with an unexpected roommate?

Oh my gosh! I haven't updated in like forever! So much for my promises huh? I am so sorry. I really didn't plan on taking this long but I got swamped with finals so I didn't have time to write, plus I had a little case of writers block. Then when I finally was ready to write out this chapter I sat down at my computer and turned it on but it wouldn't start. I was like okay…what's going on? So I called my brother to come fix it because he's a computer genius and he was like "I'm going to have to take this completely apart because something's really screwed up here. And if it's what I think it is then I have to call dell and get them to send me a spare part. And if they don't have the part then we have to send your computer back. But hey the good news is your still on warranty!"

So…yea… still waiting for my computer, going crazy in the meantime. I had to write this on my parents computer which I really hate doing cause it's a piece of crap let me tell ya. But… here's the update. Enjoy!

Chapter Five

Wyatt stared at his brother. Surely he heard him wrong. There wasn't a ghost haunting his brand new house. Even if there was what he did to piss it off so badly. Besides move in of course. He had to admit though if her were a ghost the last thing he would want is some twenty something moving into his home, intruding on his life. Then another thought entered his mind. If there was a ghost living in his house all this time then did he see everything that went on in there. That was a little disturbing, especially considering the show that he and Amy must have given him last night.

"Eww…" he said earning a weird look from Chris.

"I tell you that there is a ghost in your house and you're reaction is eww?" Chris said. Wyatt shook his head.

"Never mind, okay, what do you exactly mean by ghost… like, Casper?"

"Judging by the plasma ball that he threw at your head, I'm gonna say no."

Wyatt nodded his head. That was a pretty stupid question now that he thought about it. But he wasn't exactly known for his rational thinking in situations like this. Chris was the brains when it came to supernatural phenomenon. Wyatt was the brawn. That was how it had always been in their family. But in everyday life those roles were reversed. Wyatt was the brain. He always made better grades than Chris in school. He was more popular. Chris put on a tough guy façade that made people know that he was nothing like his preppy older brother. And that he could hold his own if any of Wyatt's friends tried to get in his way. Billy Henson had to learn that the hard way. His eye was black for two weeks after his run in with Chris out side by the bleachers.

"Good point… so how do we get rid of it?" Wyatt asked. Chris flipped a couple pages of the book and turned it around so Wyatt could read it easily.

"To banish a ghost. We'll have a séance, throw this potion at him. It's all pretty easy really. We might need the power of three though so I'll call Paige and Phoebe." Chris explained.

"Great, come by my house later toniiiiaahhhh haha ha" Wyatt interrupted himself with sudden laughter. Chris' eyes grew wide and he looked at his brother as if he had seriously lost it. Of course if you would ask Chris he would say that his brother lost it a long time ago. But sudden bursts of laughter were really not a good thing in the line of sanity.

"You ok there?" Chris asked. Wyatt reached into his pocket.

"Yea… it's just I go this new pager and I put it on vibrate." Chris threw his hands in the air and rolled his eyes in exasperation. Wyatt looked at the electronic device in his hand. "I'm gonna have to take a rain check on this séance thing, duty calls. See ya later man." Wyatt walked out of the kitchen.

"Oh no don't worry about the mess I'll clean it up!" Chris screamed.

"Thanks!" Wyatt yelled from the hall. Chris rolled his eyes and started to put away the herbs and dishes.

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Wyatt walked quickly down the halls of the emergency room. He was dressed from head to toe in scrubs. There was obviously an accident of some kind. That was probably why he was called. There weren't enough doctors to handle all of these people plus other patients. He walked up to the front desk and smiled when he saw Tara, and old African American woman who had worked there for ages. She was a nice lady, always had a smile on her face, even in the worst situations.

"Hey, Tara." He said. She looked up at the familiar voice and smiled.

"Good afternoon, Doctor Halliwell." She said. She handed him a clip board. "Heart attack, room B12" she said. Wyatt read over the information on the man's papers and froze when he saw the name Ronald Newman. He brought his hand to his mouth and dragged back over the top of his head through his hair.

"Shit" he said simply. Tara raised an eyebrow at his behavior.

"Something wrong?" she asked.

"Yea… Ron Newman, he's my girlfriend's father."

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Amy drove as fast as she could to the hospital. Just a few minutes ago her brother David had called her telling her about what had happened to her father. Apparently he was out side fishing in the lake that they had in their back yard when it happened. David's son Jacob had been out there with him and had run in the house saying that something was happening to Grandpa. Amy's heart went out for the boy. He was too young to have to go through the traumatic experience of seeing his grandfather in that condition.

As soon as she received the call she jumped in her car as fast as she could and started speeding her way to the hospital. Tears were running down her cheeks and her hands were shaking making the drive one of the hardest she had ever driven. She was just lucky that the weather was nice so there weren't any other added obstacles to make it even more dangerous.

Traffic was going fine until came to an abrupt stop on the middle of the highway. Looking out her car window, she saw that there were tons of sirens up a head. There had obviously been a huge accident. "Come on this can't be happening now." She said out loud to herself. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel impatiently while sitting in the traffic jam. All she could think about was how while she was sitting here her father could be dying.

Why couldn't she have thought this through and called Wyatt or Chris, hell even Leo to come and orb her to the hospital? She would have been there by now. Not sitting her helpless in the street. She had half the mind to leave the car in the middle of the street and call him now. Thinking about it she decided that it wouldn't be any use. With an accident this big the chances that he wasn't working were non existent. There was nothing she could do. Defeated, she turned up the radio.

"And now here's Rick Larson for your traffic report."

"Thanks Tom. Coming out of the Golden Gate bridge there's been a bid accident on highway 101 south-"

Amy angrily clicked off the radio. "Now you tell me" she said. She picked up her cell phone from the cup holder and dialed her brother's phone number. She started to gnaw on her fingernails nervously waiting for an answer. With every ring of the phone her heart began to ache more and more. "Come on Davey please answer" she said.

"Hi you've reached David Newman. Sorry I can't come to the phone right now but leave your name and number and I'll get back to you as soon as possible"

She slammed the phone shut and threw it back in the cup holder. She allowed more tears to cascade down her cheeks and rested her head against the steering wheel. She sat there like that for about ten minutes until the sound of honking made her looked up. The cars in front of her started to move slowly but surely. A feeling of relief swept over her body as she stepped on the gas and made her was down the road. A few minutes later she pulled into the parking garage at the hospital and ran as fast as she could inside, pushing people out of her way in the process.

She ran up to the reception desk and stopped gasping for air. The elderly African American woman smiled up at her. "How can I help you?" she asked.

"My father, Ronald Newman had a heart attack."

"I was wondering when you were going to show up here a wreck." She said.

"Excuse me?" Amy asked clearly confused by the woman's statement.

"Don't worry darling, we're doing everything we can. Doctor Halliwell's description of you didn't do you justice. You're family's in the waiting room right down the hall." Amy smiled finally understanding the woman in front of her. Wyatt had obviously told them that she would be here. That meant that he was here. God, she wanted to see him right now. She wanted him to hold her and tell her that everything was going to be all right. That her father was fine and life was going to be the same as it always was. She started to cry again thinking that as wonderful as that sounded it might not be the case.

"Thank you" she said before walking down the hall. When she arrived in the waiting room she saw her brother David pacing around with his arms folded over his chest. Her mother was crying and her Aunt Bethany was tying her best to comfort her. Sitting next to her was her husband Ethan. Jacob was asleep in her sister-in-law, Jenny's arms. She herself had a few tears running down her cheeks.

"David" she said causing her brother's head to snap in her direction. She ran up to him and he wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug. "Have you heard anything? How's he doing? Can we see him?"

"No" David said. Amy nodded before sitting down next to her mother.

"Mommy" she said resting her head on her shoulder. Her mother started to stroke her hair as she cried into hr shoulder.

They sat there as a family for hours waiting for something. So far no good news had been given. As far as they knew he was still in intensive care. Amy looked outside the window and saw that they sun was setting. She left her apartment at noon. How long had she been here she wondered. She didn't have a watch on and there was no clock in the room. When she saw a head of shaggy blond hair dressed in blue scrubs walking her way she leapt out of her seat and ran to him.

She stopped right in front of him just waiting for him to tell her that her father was well, that they could all go see him now and that everything was going to be okay. But the far off look in his eyes made her heart stop. He licked his lips and looked to the floor. Amy started to shake her head and choke back sobs. Wyatt looked her in the eye.

"I'm so sorry, baby. We did everything we could."

"No…" she said before collapsing in his arms. Wyatt rubbed soothing circles in her back and kissed her hair. Her shoulders were shaking and he could feel her tears soaking into his shirt. She clung to him as if he was her only life line. "No… please…"

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry."

Seeing the exchange between her daughter and Wyatt Emily Newman knew what had happened. She started to sob into her sister's shoulder as well. Bethany held her close.

"I gotta go" Wyatt whispered in Amy's ear. She grabbed the collar of his shirt.

"No, don't leave me" she said. Breaking away from him and looking him in the eye. His heart broke as he looked at her usually strong face broken with tears. "I have to. I'm sorry." He pressed his forehead against hers and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I love you." Amy nodded and sniffed.

"I love you too" Wyatt reluctantly broke away and walked down the hall. Amy ran into the arms of her older brother and started to cry inconsolably.

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It was midnight by the time Wyatt made it home that night. He walked into his house and threw his keys on the table next to the front door. Flopping down on his damaged couch he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He was going to have to attend a funeral in a couple days and face the Newman family as the doctor who couldn't save their loved one's life. Guilt tore him apart. He couldn't help but think that he failed the woman he loved, that if he had gotten to the hospital sooner maybe he would have been able to revive him. Maybe he should have just healed him.

He knew that was wrong though. He knew going into this profession that he wouldn't be able to heal people with a wave of his hand. Unfortunately, there were rules against that sort of thing. But this was a special case this was his hopefully soon to be father-in-law. He reached inside his pocket and took out a small velvet box. He flipped open the lid and looked thoughtfully at the diamond ring inside. He didn't know what to do know. He was going to ask her tomorrow night but now he wasn't so sure. He would just have to wait.

While Wyatt was contemplating his future the ghost of Lola Barone watched him with a twisted smile in her face. Pathetic witch, she thought as she walked behind the couch and looked at him. That was a mighty nice ring he had in his hand though. Now would be the perfect time to fulfill her plan. He was vulnerable. Maybe she could get rid of the Halliwell brothers and gain a nice little souvenir in the process.

Possession wasn't her favorite art but it was easily done. All she had to do was get unto their plane and get little Gidget alone. Maybe she should study her behavior for a while though. She didn't want it to be too obvious.

Wyatt rose from the couch and walked back to his room talking of his shirt and throwing it in the laundry room in the process. Lola followed him watching in fascination at the movement of his perfectly sculpted body. Such a shame to waste such a perfect man, she thought. Maybe she could have a little fun with him before she killed him. With that thought in her mind she flew out of the room.