"He's talking to Bianca." Piper said tiredly from the window. "Hopefully she can get through to him."
"Yeah because our 'ambush tactic's' worked so well." Chris snapped as he fell into a chair. "You know that was all a complete waste of time."
"Thanks for pointing that out Chris." Paige commented dryly as she stood and walked over to her older sister. "It's going to be okay Piper, there's nothing to worry about."
"I'd say there is, my elder brother is shirking his heritage and seeking out something that HE especially can never have." Chris pointed out as he swung his leg over the leg of the chair.
"First off get your feet off the furniture." Leo told him, flicking his foot back towards the other one causing Chris to fall to the opposite side. "Secondly, your being no help at all. We all know what he's doing, and we all know the possible outcome's given other previous accounts."
Chris narrowed his eyes as he looked up at his father, then to his mother as she sadly shook her head in obvious agreement. Bewildered he looked to his aunts, both of whom seemed to be mimicking his mother.
"Okay what the hell?" he asked annoyed at the prospect of a secret.
"What?" Leo asked innocently.
"Don't what me oh father dear, what the hell is this previous accounts bullshit?"
"Christopher Perry Halliwell, watch your language, you are not to old to be slapped." Piper warned, as her brown eyes snapped with disappointment mixed with a dash of fear.
"Oh come on, he can't just say something as cryptic as that and expect me not to question it. I want to know what could happen to my brother, so excuse me if I'm slightly over anxious."
"Ha." Phoebe and Paige chimed.
"That's not what it sounded like a few minutes ago. You sounded like a spoilt brat who was annoyed at having to have a meaningful conversation." Phoebe pointed out.
"Phoebe." Piper said almost shocked that she had actually said it.
"You were all thinking it not just me." she told them in her own defence.
"Even so, that's not quite - anyway, Chris, what your father was saying is that we have a very vague water-colour painting idea of what could happen to your brother. But as with everything in our lives, nothing is set in stone."
"You mean everything except Excalibur." Chris butted in pointing upwards.
"Very funny young man, you know what I meant." She watched as her younger son nodded, his green eyes twinkling mischievously as he sat there looking as innocent as he could playfully batting his lashes. "Now as I was going to say don't worry, everything will work itself out."
Chris nodded, standing up he slapped his thighs loudly, raising his eyebrows playfully.
"I'm gonna get going, see if I can find something to do."
"Don't you dare go looking for your brother." Leo warned, taking a step closer. "I know your intentions are honest Chris, but this isn't the time to go butting heads."
Chris stood there staring at his father. The almost completely composed exterior betrayed by the shocked look in his eyes. Shock at the fact that his father had actually forbade him from going to find his brother. Usually he was the one sent off on that particular mission.
"Chris. Promise me you won't go and try to find your brother." Leo demanded.
"What find, he's gone to Bianca's we all know that." Chris said shrugging his shoulders indifferently.
"Don't give me that, promise me you won't go there or anywhere else trying to find Wyatt."
"Fine, I'm not going to find Wy, I don't see why I can't, but I won't." he whined as he walked towards the stairs. "I'm going to the club."
"You better be." Leo said, watching Chris slowly stomp up to his room before turning his attention back to the women in the room. "Should we be worried?"
"About Chris?" Paige asked.
"Wyatt, Paige. Wyatt." he said, his patience growing thin. "Should we be worried about Wyatt. He's too strong now IF we have to bind him."
"Stop overreacting Leo, you're supposed to be the voice of reason here." Phoebe pointed out. "He just has a few issues, not unlike his mother did have. He's not going to turn into the ruler of all evil. He just needs some breathing space to get his head around what he knows deep down he can never change."
Leo nodded in half hearted agreement, noticing that Paige was a little hesitant about Phoebe's reassuring words.
"Piper, tell them Wyatt's going to be fine." Phoebe begged, looking for a little support from the one person, who no matter what would never give up on the fact that her children could be saved from anything and everything.
"I don't know if I can Phoebe." she said clutching at the hem of her shirt. "I'm worried about him, I've never seen him so angry, yet calm. So lost, yet so there. He's scaring me, I don't want to think that I could lose him, but something keeps nagging at me telling me I could.
Leo shook his head vehemently as he sat down next to her, taking her nervous hands into his. His blue eyes searching her scared brown ones.
"Piper, I promise you, nothing bad is going to happen to Wyatt."
"Then why do I have this nagging feeling that something is coming, something unavoidable." she asked.
Leo shook his head, unable to give her the answers she needed to hear at the moment. Instead he did the only thing he could think of, the only thing that felt natural at that particular moment. He took her into his arms, softly kissing the back of her neck through her long hair. Slowly rocking back and forth, trying desperately to calm her nerves, to make that sinking feeling in his stomach disappear.
"So?" Bianca started as she walked from her bedroom after getting changed into something more comfortable. Folding her legs in front of her as she sat down in the armchair across from Wyatt she watched him as he stared out of the window, down onto the street below, a far away look in his eyes. Resisting the urge to stand and go to him she looked down at her fingernails, checking their length, while she waited for him.
"A penny for your thoughts." she said quietly hoping that would get him in some kind of mood to talk. Looking up she saw a twisted smile crossing his face as he moved closer to the window. "Wyatt?"
Impulses grabbed her and she shot up, moving quickly next to him, her eyes fixed on him until she couldn't bear it any longer. Looking down she saw what looked to be a street fight. Confused she looked back to Wyatt, the glint in his eyes hinting that he was in some way enjoying the bloodbath downstairs. Hearing someone scream she looked back down and watched as several men dragged a limp body out of the fray and to the other side of the street.
"Is he?" Bianca asked softly, placing one hand on Wyatt's arm.
"Yup, lucky bugger." he said snapping out of the almost dream-like state he'd been in moments before.
"Wyatt." Bianca said with a hint of disgust in her voice.
"What? You asked I answered, what did you want me to say? Aw poor fella was fighting now he's dead, what a great and terrible loss? I don't think so. He's lucky he doesn't have to face the consequences of his actions."
Bianca stared at Wyatt, his nonchalance scaring her at the moment. Lifting her thumb to her lips she lightly chewed on the nail as she moved back to the chair she had been sitting in. Hesitant now to bring up the topic she was thinking.
"So," Wyatt said as he sat down across from her. "I'm guessing your not happy with me now? And that your also worried about me? I can kinda tell that one from that look on your face. Oh and those beautiful soulful brown eyes, they totally give it away."
"What was all that about? Where has that caring man gone? I was hoping that they had just been overreacting and that the funk you've been in was just a phase, but after that outburst." Stopping herself she sat there shaking her head. "It's kind of amazing how fast that transition was, so sweet in the car, cold and unfeeling now."
She could feel tears starting to well, closing her eyes she pulled the sleeves on her jacket down covering her hands as she picked at a stray fibre. Shaking her head she looked over at him, seeing a broad smile crossing his face, she quickly looked away, trying to find something else to look at. Anything but that maniacal smile coming from the face she loved so dearly.
"Well, well Bianca, can't say I'm that surprised actually. It seems everyone's been brainwashed into thinking my behaviour of late is odd. Or that I'm in a, what did you call it? Oh yeah right, 'funk'. Nothing's changed, I'm still the same guy. If anything it's all of you that's changed." he told her slowly. Standing and walking over to he, watching with interest as she sank a little deeper into the chair and pulled her legs up closer to her body.
"Do I scare you?" he asked sincerely.
"At the moment? Yes." she said softly, still avoiding his gaze. "You looked like you were enjoying that street fight and the death of that poor man. And the tone of your voice when you were talking to me just then, you've never talked to me like that."
"Poor diddum's." he said almost mockingly as he crouched next to her. "So I scared you, so my behaviour has scared you. There's nothing I can do about that Bianca. And as for enjoying the fight, yeah I guess I did on some level, it's nice to see that people out there have problem's that aren't magical, that can't be solved by magic."
"Is that what this is all about?" she snapped angrily, despising him at the moment. "That normal, magic free life your questing for is no reason to push us all away. No reason act like a bastard."
"Oh, such ugly words from such a pretty mouth. Tell me, do you kiss your momma with that mouth?" he asked scoffing as he stood up. "I'm not pushing anyone away, I'm not acting like a bastard. You all just don't like the real me, that's not my problem, I'm sick of acting for you all. So just get off my damn case."
Shaking his head he walked over to the front door, noticing one of his jacket's on the coat rack he reached over for it, quickly threading his arms through and zipping it up. Glancing over his shoulder he raised an eyebrow as he pursed his lips. Turning back to the door he reached out, quickly turning the handle and reefing the door open.
"Wyatt where are you going?" Bianca questioned as she jumped out of the chair. "You're just going to run away like a little coward, your not going to stay and work this out?"
"I'm tired of all this Bianca, I've had enough. Maybe you should give me a call when you've accepted me for who I am, not who you want me to be."
"Wyatt don't you dare walk out that door. I swear if you do -"
"Bye Bianca." he called over his shoulder as he closed the door behind him.
Bianca stood there staring at the closed door as she heard him pad down the empty hallway towards the stairs. Her eyes bulging in disbelief as she slowly made her way to the couch. Rubbing her temples she tried desperately to think about everything they'd said to each other. Shaking her head she sank to one side, reaching out for the pillow above her head and clutching it to her chest.
'I want my Wyatt back.' she thought as she closed her eyes. 'Why did he say those things he said? Why was he was being like this. He couldn't possibly mean those things. Could he?'
Hearing a light knock at the door, Bianca's head popped up. Quickly standing she raced over to the door, smoothing her hair and clothes before reaching for the door handle. Smiling slightly she turned the handle slightly and pulled, the smile quickly dissipating.
"Chris," she said softly, disappointed that Wyatt hadn't come back. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for my brother." he said anxiously, looking past her into the room to see if he could see him.
"He's not here." her voice cracking. Clearing her throat, she tossed her hair over her shoulder with one hand as she stepped aside to allow him to enter.
"He's not here?" Chris asked softly. "Then where is he?"
"How should I know?" she snapped. "I'm not the one with supernatural low jack."
"Grumpy much?" he asked under his breath. Seeing the darkened look in Bianca's eyes he quickly looked away. "So what happened? Lover's tiff?"
"If that's all you're here for Chris you can leave now." she told him pointing towards the door.
"I just want to find Wyatt. I'm worried about him." he said softly.
"We all are Chris." she pointed out sadly. "We all are."