Chris watched from one of the lounge chairs as Bianca pulled the blanket up over Wyatt's chest, then lovingly brushed one of the long blonde curls off his face before turning and looking over at him.
"Do you think we should call for your dad now, or you know, leave it until he's awake?" she asked timidly.
"Either way he's going to be pissed." Chris said, shrugging indifferently. "But then again, he probably came here knowing that that was going to happen. He's not stupid, he knew he needed healing."
"Still does." she pointed out, glancing over her shoulder as Wyatt rolled onto his side, now facing the back of the couch.
Chris nodded and called quietly for his father, the last thing he wanted was to wake his brother. Even when he wasn't pissed at them he wasn't pleasant when woken abruptly.
"What are you doing here Chris?" Leo asked, not happy that his son had deliberately deceived them. Given he knew that he was going to go after his brother, but he was still disappointed all the same. Chris on the other hand could see his fathers displeasure and simply pointed behind the man to the sleeping Wyatt.
"What happened?" Leo asked inquisitively.
"We don't really know." Bianca said softly as she took Leo's elbow and lead him away. "All he said was that he was attacked by darklighters. I don't think he would have gone looking for them, which means that they deliberately attacked him. In broad daylight." she pointed out.
"We don't know it was in broad daylight." Chris told her. "We don't know if he was lurking in some ally himself, or a bar. I don't know he might have been in an abandoned warehouse nearby."
Chris knew he was clutching at straws here. Demon's and darklighters alike never attacked his brother during the daylight hours, they hardly ever attacked Wyatt at all. They only ever attacked whenever one of them thought thy could defeat him, but that was one of the best things about being around him, they never really had to worry about attacks. Wyatt could defend himself, and those he loved, with nothing more than the blink of an eye if he so chose.
"I know." he said looking away. "The chances of any of it being true are slim to none, but darklighters attacking Wy? In public no less, I'm sorry but what has it come to if that's happening?" he asked softly.
"I know what your thinking Chris, and I know it's a little scary. But we have to deal with it. And so will he." Leo had no idea, what Wyatt would do now that the inevitable had finally happened. Deep down he secretly hoped that this would be the one thing that bought Wyatt from the stupor he had been in lately.
"Did you want to you know do your little thing and go before he wakes up?" Bianca asked, lowering her eyes. "I don't mean to push you out, but he wouldn't be happy if he woke up and saw you standing there."
"I know." Leo said, sighing heavily as he made his way over to his eldest son. Holding hands just over his head he made several simple sweeps, allowing his healing light to pass over his son's sleeping body. When he could sense the pain and injury was gone he looked down at the young man. Watching him for a few moment's as he slept. For a moment he caught a glimpse of the boy he had once been, smiling he turned and looked back towards Bianca and Chris.
"If you need me, or Piper. You know how to call for me." he told them, glancing them a little smile as he orbed out.
"So what now?" Chris asked throwing his hands in the air as he sat on the arm of the chair behind him.
"I don't know about you but I'm going to wait here until he wakes up." she said watching Wyatt as he slept. Slowly her eyes travelled to the younger Halliwell. "What is it Chris? You've been dancing around something since you got here. Now spill or leave." She said lowering herself into one of the other chairs.
Chris looked up at her, surprised by her forthrightness. Slowly lowering himself into the chair, his eyes darted around the room, avoiding her gaze. From the heft of her sigh, he could tell she was done with waiting. Getting to Wyatt he stopped, his gaze falling to his hands.
"How much have you seen of him lately?" he asked softly, picking at the quicks of his nails.
"I can't really honestly say. He comes and goes. Usually late at night to say goodnight, he's always gone in the morning. Then every now and then he pop's up out of nowhere when I least expect him." she told him. "Why?"
"I don't know, he's been blipping off and on my radar for the last few weeks especially, I don't know I keep getting this feeling that there's something kind of serious he's been getting into." He looked up, the concerned look in his sage green eyes more than clearly evident. "Something that none of us could, or would ever understand kind of serious."
Bianca scoffed lightly, Chris' insinuations about his brother were without evidence and would without Wyatt's unusual and erratic behaviour seem unfounded. Clasping her hands together and gracefully placing her hands in her lap she looked from Wyatt to Chris, then back to Wyatt.
"I don't know what your getting at Chris, but that's not Wyatt." she started slowly.
"You think I don't know that, I've known him longer." he spat, interrupting her. "What if when he's been blipping off he's actually been meeting with demon's and stuff?"
"Chris, this is your brother were talking about."
"Yes! And he has intentionally gone demon hunting before. Usually when you two are fighting and having problems."
"I don't know what your suggesting here." she said warily as she stood up. "Are you saying this is my fault?"
"Well it has to be someone's Bianca."
"Get out." she said in a low voice, her index finger extended as she pointed towards the door. "If you want someone to accuse maybe you should look a little closer to home."
Slowly Chris stood, pursing his lips as he walked to the door. Quickly turning around he looked back at Bianca and shrugged apologetically.
"I'm just looking for a reason why this is all happening. Why now." he said softly. Bianca's dark eyes stared back at him, no feeling emitting from them. Obvious displeasure from the earlier comment evident as she crossed her arms across her chest waiting impatiently for him to leave.
"I'm going. Don't worry." he said as he reached for the door handle, instead he rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and orbed out.
Bianca took one deep breath in, slowly letting it out as she moved back to her chair. Pulling her legs under her and the sleeves of her jacket over her hands, she lent her head on the back of the chair, watching Wyatt as he turned, his face contorting into what could be described as mental anguish of some sort. Pulling her hand towards her mouth, lightly chewing on the nail she watched him as he tossed his head back towards the couch, a deep frown set on his face. Pulling the blanket on the arm of the chair over her she continued to watch Wyatt for a while. A myriad of thoughts running through her head as she thought about what Chris had said. Was it her fault? She couldn't remember having any fights in the past months that would drive him to the underworld, or change him in such a way as he had. A thought suddenly popped into her head, staring over at the sleeping man, she tried to push it away.
"Damn you Chris." she said softly, leaning forward to pick up her book. Flipping to the bookmark, she gave Wyatt on last glance before devouring the page set open in front of her.
"Who do you think you are?" the demon asked, sneering back at Wyatt as if he was some poor pathetic mortal who couldn't defend himself.
"Wyatt Matthew Halliwell." he said bowing perfunctorily, straightening up he tossed a casual glance towards the leggy blonde in the corner.
"Is that supposed to mean something?" the demon retorted ignorantly. Spinning around to look at the crowd as they gasp, excitedly chatting amongst themselves at his brazen admission, even if it had been unintentional.
"Your kidding? You have no idea who I am?" Wyatt asked slowly, looking the demon up and down. He could have taken him out in a second. His opponent was at least a head and a half shorter than he was. Crossing his arms across his chest he stared down at him as he impudently stalked towards him,
"Filthy witch, you can't intimidate me, so don't even try." he said cockily as he conjured an athame behind his back. Wyatt rolled his eyes at the demon's impudence.
"I was looking for a fight, but if we've come to weapon's so quickly I guess that a quick kill is now the go of the day." he said as he sighed heavily for effect. "Excalibur!"
He saw the demon's eyes widen in fear as the long shining blade orbed into his hand. Masterfully twirling it he held the hilt firmly as he straightened the blade towards him.
"Are we going to parley or shall we get this over and done with, I see the spoils of victory are getting restless."