A/N: This one took me a while granted, but hey not as long as the one before it. Thankfully, I think I finally thought of a direction that's going to last for a while and not just 2 chapters or whatever. AH well have a read, sorry I'm a little hyper, I wrote most of this in the last hour and a half. Never mind I'm in overshare mode.

Wyatt shifted uncomfortably in his chair, staring back at the faces across from him. Crossing his arms across his chest he sunk a little deeper into the chair. Casually he looked from face to face, sighing heavily to extenuate the boredom he was feeling.

"Why?" Piper asked softly. "Why did you throw your brother into a wall?"

Unable to even look her son in the eyes she looked just past him, clutching Chris' hand tightly in hers. Shaking her head in confusion at the situation that had befallen them. Wyatt raised an eyebrow, shrugging coldly he stared at Chris who was also avoiding his gaze. Rolling his eyes and shaking his head he looked over to his father. Silently relived that at least one of them was actually looking at him, not past him, not through him, but at him.

"Would I have called dad if I was actually trying to kill him?" he asked, a hint of unintentional sarcasm playing in the tone of the question.

"You tell us Wyatt." Leo returned seriously.

"How about if for once, he'd listened to me, and left me alone like I asked him to, it wouldn't have happened." Wyatt sneered leaning forward.

"That's no excuse young man." Piper scolded.

"Who said I was making an excuse? It's the truth. I'm not going to sit here and submit to being reprimanded like I'm five years old again." he spat pushing himself up. "And while I'm at it, I'm not going to be the subservient shlub you want me to be."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Leo asked following suit and pushing himself up. Wyatt glaring down at him in defiance of the action.

"That means father. I'm leaving. I've had enough of all of you. I'm not some little kid who has to be watched like a hawk twenty four, seven. I'm a grown freaking man still living at his parent's place. In all it's a little god damn pathetic."

"Where are you going to go son?" Leo asked curiously. "You don't have a job, you don't have any money. Do you even have any friends."

Wyatt scoffed and shook his head. "Don't come over all paternal now father dear." he said harshly pushing past him.

"Wyatt, don't you dare walkout on your family."

"Or what?" he asked spinning around to look back at his family. Piper and Chris both on their feet now watching both of them. "What? Are you going to bind my powers? Tell me I'm a naughty boy? What? What the hell could you possibly do to me?"

"So that's how it's going to be?" Chris asked. "Something doesn't go the way the almighty Wyatt wants or how he thinks it should be so he automatically rubs in how oh so powerful he is? Give me a break already. God your such a brat. Admit you screwed up already and get over it."

Wyatt turned away at this his eyes stuck on a photo in the hallway. All of them and Bianca, his head moved quickly towards his mother.

"Why the hell is that back up?" he asked.

"Why shouldn't it be there Wyatt?" she asked. "It was a wonderful day, before all this. It has as much reason to be there as that baby photo of you over there." she said pointing to the mantle.

Wyatt shook his head, his hand clenching and unclenching as he fought to bite back.

"Tell the truth Wyatt you feel guilty. You feel guilty seeing that picture, knowing what you did. To her, to us, to yourself."

"What the hell would you know." he yelled to her. You don't know shit, don't come at me with this pseudo-psycho babble about me feeling bad. You don't know me, you don't know anything about me or what I've done or gone through. So just shut the hell up."

At this he stormed up the stairs quickly packing himself a bag. Hearing footsteps on the stairs he moved quickly with his bag to the bathroom quickly throwing his things in there. Turning around he saw both of his parents staring at him.

"What?" he asked annoyed.

"Wyatt Matthew Halliwell." Piper started. "You are not leaving like this."

"Oh please mom, it's not like you even want me here. You haven't even been able to look at me for weeks. Face it it'll be easier for all of you without me around."

Orbing out he left his parent's standing there dumbfounded. Piper silently reaching for Leo's hand, finding it as he was doing the same thing.

"Leo." she said hoarsely.

"Don't worry. It'll be okay." he said quietly. Trying to reassure both of them that it was going to be okay.

Wyatt wearily pushed the strands of hair out of his eyes and behind his ear, staring blankly at the paper in front of him before reaching for the paper coffee cup near his other hand. Picking it up he swirled the dark liquid skilfully before swallowing the last mouthful down. Screwing his nose up at the lack of warmth from the liquid he slid his elbow onto the table and rested his head in his hand.

"Hey Halliwell. Still looking for somewhere else to stay?" a voice asked, interrupting his concentration, or lack of.

"Yeah, for some reason $29 a night just isn't really my style." he said, groaning as he pushed himself up. Walking over to the counter he poured himself new cup of coffee, reclining against the counter and looking over to the clock on the far wall.

"Daz, have you ever made a really big mistake that you would give anything to take back?" he asked, taking a sip of the scalding liquid.

"Haven't we all?" Daz replied throwing the spoon onto the top of the counter and taking a seat across from where Wyatt had been sitting.

"Yeah I guess so."

"So what's your big bad faux pas?"

Wyatt looked down at Daz and moved back to his chair, picking up the red marker he'd been circling apartments with earlier.

"I kinda screwed my fiancée over. Well I guess ex now." shaking his head he crossed out one of the circled ad's. "God I'm such an idiot." he added softly.

"So that's why you're staying at rent-a-dump?"

"Nah not quite. I was at my folks place, but that became a little full on. I got in this huge ass fight with my little brother, hurt him really bad, and ended up leaving. Haven't been back in months now. Like almost half a year."

"And you still haven't found somewhere else to stay?" Daz asked incredulously.

"I was staying with an old friend for a couple of months but he was such a fucking asshole. Seriously he was such a punk, I never realised how much of a pig he was. He screwed pretty much everyone over."

"So you split?"

"Yup I was so over that place almost a week after I got there. But I needed somewhere til I got a job and saved a bit."

Daz nodded and cocked his head to one side looking at the paper, reaching forward he slid it over to him.

"So what's your price range?"

Wyatt looked at him and they both laughed a little, Wyatt picked up his mug and smirked a little, shaking his head before taking another sip.

"Okay dumb question. So let me see." Leaning over the double pages he frowned slightly. "Yo you realise there's like twenty-five apartments all in the same area near here that you like totally over looked. Or was that purposeful?"

"Kinda the last one. B lived around there."

Daz nodded and looked down at the page. "Well, there's a few around here but they sound a little dodgy. There's a few nicely priced one's near Market Street, The Embarcadero end. You know near the plaza. You should check them out."

Wyatt nodded, staring down into his cup. Daz smiled and pushed the paper back towards him.

"You gotta move on dude. I'm sure she has by now. Don't let some little mistake haunt you for the rest of your life. You gotta keep living. No matter how much it hurts to get going."

"Thanks Daz."

"No probs. I gotta get back out there, we can't all be blessed with your luck and have the manager in the palm of our hand."

"Yeah right."

"Later." Daz said waving over his shoulder.

Wyatt waved back looking down at the paper. Reaching forward he picked up his cell phone and dialled one of the numbers.

"Hi I was wondering if I could view one of your rental properties please." he said into the receiver when someone picked up. "Okay, okay. Right, Saturday, eleven am, okay I can do that. Thankyou. Name? Wyatt Halliwell. Thankyou. Have a good day."

Hanging up he slumped onto the table, holding the phone out in front of him. Biting his lip he ran his fingers over the keypad, dialling the number he knew better than his parent's. Pressing the delete button he rested his forehead on his arm and shook his head.

Checking his watch Wyatt looked up to the sky, the clouds rolling in looked threatening. Hurrying through the crowd he adjusted the bag on his shoulder, accidentally bumping a woman on his right.

"Sorry." he said spinning around to offer her a smile. Nodding as she replied with a no worries.

Continuing down the path he spotted a store up ahead that he'd been looking for. Peeked into the window as he passed the furniture shop on the left. Looking over the sofa setting in the window he nodded approvingly before checking the price. Frowning he looked away his eyes passing through the crowed. Over the street he thought he saw a familiar silhouette. Taking a few steps he kept his eyes on the figure, his brow furrowing in panic and elation. Seeing the person turn around his heart caught in his throat, it was her. It was Bianca. Closing his eyes, he slowly opened his them, seeing she was still there and not an apparition that he'd imagined on more than one occasion. He slowly looked down her body his eyes catching upon the baby sling across her chest. Standing there his mouth agape he didn't know what to do. With every fibre of his being he wanted to call out to her, to make her see him standing there. But his voice caught in his throat.

"How?" he squeaked barely making a sound.

The next part was even more shocking to him, walking out of the small cafe to her left was his brother. Not only that but one of the drinks in his hand he passed to her, to his Bianca, Chris softly taking her elbow and walking her through the on coming crowd that.

Feeling tears stinging his eyes he turned to face the wall, trying desperately to will the tears and the lump rising in his throat away. Turning back he watched as Bianca and Chris disappeared around a corner. Slowly making his way back to his apartment, he collapsed onto his bed. His thoughts muddled together, unsure if he had seen what he had witnessed. Sitting up he threw his legs over the edge of his bed. Had no one thought to tell him anything? Confused he stood up and kicked the bed away, running frustrated hands through his hair.

"Dad!" he called. Anguish and unshed tears clearly evident in his voice. "Dad, I need you."

Hearing orbs he turned around. Burgeoning tears threatening to spill as he looked over to his father.

"What is going on?" he asked softly. "I saw them. I saw them, today. Why didn't you tell me?"