Leo handed Wyatt a steaming cup, keeping one for himself as he sat across from him. Leaning forward he put the mug on the table in front of him. Looking down at his hands trying to think of something to say to his son, something to make him understand.

"We thought it was for the best." he said slowly. "That we were protecting both of you."

Wyatt's head jerking up slightly, putting his cup near his fathers he threw himself back into the chair, folding his arms huffily across his chest, his eyes looking up to the corner of the roof.

"So all of you got together and thought I had no right to know?" he asked. Nodding as if he understood. "Right, okay so did you want to clarify that one for me pop?"

"Bianca came to see your mother a few days after you left. She wanted to tell you but didn't know how and she thought that your mother might be able to help her figure it out. After they told me, your mother and I agreed it wasn't a good idea for her to tell you. Not with what had happened and how you were."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Wyatt asked standing up, his eyes snapping with pent up fury. "You don't get to say what I should know and what I shouldn't. Did you ever think maybe for some stupid reason I might want to know something like this?"

Groaning heavily he stormed over to the window. Holding onto the frames either side as he rested his forehead on the pane of glass.

"You all knew I would have done anything to make everything right with her." he reminded his father. "You knew I would have done anything for her, anything. Anything she asked of me and still you didn't tell me. Instead I had to find out on the street like a common dog."

"We don't doubt that Wyatt. We know, she knows how much you love her," Leo said firmly. "But we were thinking of another person as well here. Your,"

"Don't you even." he interrupted. "Don't you tell me, don't you stand there and think for one minute that by telling me all of this I'm going to understand, because the simple truth of the matter is, you, mom, Chris and even Bianca didn't think enough of me to tell me anything. What were you going to do in I dunno, sixteen years time when they started asking questions. Let them turn up on my doorstep and announce it to me that way?"

Spinning on his heel he glared over at his father.

"Was that it, you were going to let me live in blissful ignorance? Oblivious to it all? Never to know? Did you seriously think I would never find out? Is that it? Come on dad, tell me when I'm getting close."

"Do you even want to know if it's a boy or a girl? The child's name? Or are you so selfish you can't see past your own nose on this matter?"

"Don't you dare get high and mighty with me. I shouldn't have to be told now. I should already know." he yelled. "I should have known all along. You robbed me of it. You all took that from me, I can't get that back, not now, not ever. So don't you stand there and condescend to me you arrogant son of a bitch."

"Have you forgotten everything that happened back then Wyatt? Can you not comprehend why we took such measures? Are you really that naïve?"

"Get off your god damned moral high horse 'father'. You aren't the epitome of the worlds best example. Have you ever heard of such a thing as a mistake? Unless I'm delusional as well I seem to remember you yourself have made more than a few."

"You almost killed your brother."

"He," inhaling sharply Wyatt looked away. "That was an accident and he knows it. He should have gone when I told him to."

"The sun does not rise and set because you say so son." Leo said softly. "There are always going to be people who go against what you say. Who don't do what you want."

Holding up his hand signalling for him to stop Wyatt looked down at the floorboards swallowing hard.

"Just go." he told him dolefully. "Forget you were here. Forget I know. It'll be better for all of them that way."

"Wyatt," Leo started taking a step towards him. "It doesn't have to be like that. Come back to the manor, we can make, "

"Go!" he roared turning around. "For once will one of you just listen to me and leave me be. I said forget it. Don't tell them about me."

Leo looked his son up and down, bowing his head and nodding at his request. With a heavy heart he gave Wyatt one last look over before orbing out. As soon as he was gone Wyatt let out a low frustrated scream, biting his bottom lip as he plunged his hand into his pocket. Pulling out the engagement ring he had given Bianca so long ago he shook his head sadly. Closing his eyes he tried again to will the tears away, knowing they weren't going anywhere he collapsed on to the floor. Holding his head in his hands as he sobbed uncontrollably. Not only had his parent's lost faith in him, but the one woman he had ever loved had completely given up on him it seemed. Deep in his heart he knew now that there was no going back, this whole thing only confirming that deep seated suspicion he had long held at bay.

Daz walked up behind Wyatt, lightly slapping him on the back before taking a seat opposite him.

"Hey Halliwell." Looking up his forehead creased slightly. "You look like you've been run through the ringer several times."

Wyatt nodded silently, picking up the bottle and taking a deep swallow. Slamming it back on the table a little heavier than he had intended to do.

"Such is life." he said bitterly.

"Hold up there big fella. What's up?"

"Not a whole lot it'd seem. Turn's out my family thinks I deserve to know absolutely nothing. That I'm such a screw up I'm not meant to know things that could change my life."

Daz rose an eyebrow, watching him as he picked at the edge of the table before raising his hand for another drink.

"How long have you been here?"

"I have no idea. But not long enough apparently. Unfortunately I can still feel."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really."

Wyatt watched greedily as the waitress laid two fresh beer's in front of them, picking up one of the bills from the stack he'd laid out earlier then disappearing again with the empty bottles.

"I think I'm going to go pay them all a little visit. Show them that I'm better for not having been around them."

"Maybe you should wait until tomorrow to do that." Daz instructed. "You know, go home, sleep this off and then after a hot shower go see them."

"Nup, gotta do it now." he said pushing the chair back and standing slightly unsteadily.

"Want me to drive you."

Wyatt looked down at him, he was going to orb over there, but Daz didn't need to know that, that would require more talking and revealing his true self.

"I think I'll walk." he said diplomatically, reaching forward and picking up the small stack of bills, folding them in half before shoving them deep into his pocket. "I think the fresh air will do me good, and give me sometime to think about what I'm going to say."

Nodding Daz waved slowly, Wyatt with his head downcast walked out the front of the bar and started down the street. Looking around him he ducked behind the building and orbed around the corner from his parent's house. A clap of thunder sounded and he looked up, he hadn't even realised how dark the skies had been. Lifting the collar on his jacket he started down the street, silently cursing the rain as it started to pour down on him. Looking up he spotted the house on the other side of the street and stopped, his eyes glued to the front of the red wooded house. Seeing silhouette's playing on the lace curtain's he watched them avidly. His eye's slowly moving up to the second level.

Following the trellising along to his old room. There he saw the light was on outline's playing on the windows there. Slowly he sat down on the curb, his eyes not leaving that window. Cocking his head to one side he saw another shadow on the far wall, biting his lip as he watched intently. Seeing Bianca peek through the curtains he shrunk back, trying to hide behind the car to his right, stopping when he saw Chris come up behind her. At this he stood, watching mouth agape as his brother proceeded to lay his hand on her the base of her neck, Bianca closing her eyes and sinking into the touch, slowly turning and burying herself in his chest. Feeling his stomach sink, he grabbed for the back of the car, breaking into a slow jog as the car's alarm wailed. Halfway down the street he grasped at the tree holding onto it for dear life. He felt like he was drowning here. Hearing someone call his name he turned away and continued down the street. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he knew he had to get out of there. Feeling someone on his shoulder he stopped, awkwardly spinning around and falling on his rear. Looking up he saw his brother staring down at him. Trying to get up quickly his feet slipped on the wet footpath, turning he pushed himself up on his hands then climbed to his feet. Spinning around he now looked down at Chris, taking several steps backwards as Bianca came running up behind him, his eyes falling downwards, catching on their hands and fingers now interlocked. Looking away he felt the urge to run again, especially when he saw his parents standing on the other side of the street watching them.

"Wy?" Bianca said softly, taking a half step in front of Chris as she moved her head to try and catch his eye. "What are you doing here?"

He looked over to her as a child being reprimanded for something beyond their own comprehension. His eyes wide with hurt and fear.

"I shouldn't have come." he said turning. "I'll leave you all be."

Stumbling a few feet, he tried to hold it all together as best he could. Stopping when he felt Bianca's hand on his arm pulling him back. Turning to her he saw that Chris was over the other side of the street now, looking down at her he wanted so badly to reach out and touch her. Biting his lip he watched the raindrops hitting her face and instinctually took his jacket off and handed it over to her.

"It's wet but it might help." he explained quietly.

"What are you doing here?" she asked again. "Leo told me Wy. Why are you here now?"

Wyatt looked across the street, and lowered his head, his eyes turning cold when he looked back at her. His jaw firmly set.

"Why I'm here is my own business. Not yours and not their's. But I see I came at a bad time." Looking up he saw Chris was the only one still standing there. "You should go back inside before you catch something."

Turning he stormed off, shaking his head sadly and angrily at the same time. Hearing Bianca yell after him he kept going, not stopping until he rounded the corner and was sure none of them had followed him. Leaning against the fence he took a deep breath and pushed the wet tendrils off his face. Sinking downward he lent against the fence, pulling his legs up to his chest. Staring over at the water rushing down the street. Luckily if anyone passed him now they wouldn't be able to see the tears falling freely now as they mingled with the rain falling heavily upon him. Closing his eyes he listened to the pattering of rain on the street, taking deep breaths as he let the calm overcome him. Slowly opening his eyes he saw a pair of feet in front of him. Slowly his eyes travelled up the legs and body, stopping when he recognised the overly familiar face.

"What do you want Christopher?" he asked standing quickly.

"Why'd you run Wyatt? Why do you always run?" he asked. Wyatt watching him carefully.

"Why the hell would any of you want me around. Obviously they're all happy with you, the golden child. He who can do no wrong."

"Would you get over yourself already. This isn't just about you Wyatt. They're all hurting."

Wyatt looked at him doubtfully and scoffed slightly.

"Well little brother why don't you go back and comfort them. You seemed to be doing a fine job before any of you noticed I was there."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Chris asked stepping closer to him.

"What do you think it means?" Wyatt asked through clenched teeth. "I saw you. Through the window, I saw you. How long did it take you before you decided to make a move. What did you do wait a whole five minutes until you were sure big brother wasn't coming back? Is that what you did?"

"What are you on about?"

"What do you think I'm on about Christopher? I'm not blind. I saw how you looked at her before. Face it, you like it now I'm not around. You have all of them. Mom, dad and now Bianca too."

"You hold it right there Wyatt. Don't you come at me throwing accusation's."

"What accusation Chris? I saw it with my very own eyes. In my old room, you and her." Reaching into his pocket he felt around for what he was after. Pulling his hand back he held it forward. "Here, take it too. Go on. You've got it all now Chris. Everything you've ever wanted is yours. I give it all to you freely."

Chris stared back at his brother talking like a madman.

"I'm not taking that." he told him. "And you have it all wrong. I never,"

"Whatever." Wyatt said harshly, dropping the ring onto the footpath. "I don't want it, and I don't want the lie's."

Instead of walking off he orbed out in broad daylight, he wasn't about to submit to this any longer. He wanted out of having to face them again at the moment, re-appearing in his apartment, he slowly made his way to the bathroom. Turning the hot water tap on all the way before shedding his clothes and jumping under. He may have been stupid in the past, but even so, now he wasn't about to let anything he would have once done happen again.