"We cannot reverse what was done. We explained this before it was done. You understood this when you requested it, now you come, without warrant, demanding this of us?"
"I come only because I must." Wyatt replied emphatically. "I know that I said I was sure, and then I was, but things have changed now. I must have them back, I need them."
"You willingly relinquished them. Mr Halliwell we grow weary of your impudence. You cannot vacillate with such matters. What's done is done, there is no way for us to undo this."
Wyatt looked around, staring up at them helplessly, throwing his hands up in dismay. Shaking his head slowly as he looked at his feet.
"Is there no way?" he asked hesitantly looking up.
Turning the three figures looked to each other and nodded in unison before they each clasped their hands in front of their respective selves and looked back to him.
"The sisters three." One announced as the other two nodded in agreement. "Your kin. They can restore what it was we took. We advise you Mr Halliwell to make your choice once and for all. Exploiting higher powers for your own amusement is not a wise decision, no matter who you may be."
Wyatt nodded solemnly, fighting the urge to correct their mistake, then bowed to the figures before backing up to the doorway. Turning quickly he ducked through and drew a quick breath, slowly letting it out as he leant back on the limestone wall. Shaking his head softly he pushed himself up and walked down the hallway running his hands through his newly cropped hair. Stepping through the threshold he held his hand up in front of his face to shield his eyes from the bright sunlight that assaulted him as he tried to remember which direction he had to go. Blinking several times he turned to the left and found his car, hoping in he started the engine before closing the door. Reversing he made his way onto the road and headed east back towards his apartment thinking over the only choice it seemed he had.
His eyes downcast Wyatt played nervously with his fingers, softly rocking on the balls of his feet as he waited. Lightly chewing on the inside of his cheek as he heard footsteps hurrying towards the door.
"Hello." Piper said cheerily as she swung the door open. Stopping where she was as she stared at her son. "Wyatt?" she gasped.
Nodding he kept his head down, peeking over his eyelashes at her, hearing scuffling inside as someone made their way towards them.
"Who's there?" he heard his father call from the living room. Quickly looking up he saw it was Chris who was slowly making his way closer to them.
"Come in baby." Piper said softly, stepping aside so he could enter, softly running her hand along his arm as he stepped past her. Standing in front of Chris he looked just past him spotting his father standing just in the hallway outside the living room. Shoving his hands into his pockets he looked around him, nothing had changed, not that he was surprised. His mother would never change this place.
"Wyatt." Chris said softly as Piper walked around him, nudging him lightly in the back. "How are you?"
"Fine thanks. Yourself?" he asked quietly.
"Can't complain." Chris nodded and looked over to his parents, shrugging softly as they started to move into the lounge room.
"Come on," Leo said over his shoulder. "I think we have a few things to talk about."
Watching as everyone took a seat Wyatt stood behind the sofa chair his hands perched gently on top of it. Staring down at his hands he could feel their eyes burning into him, shifting awkwardly he glanced up and looked around.
"How have you all been?" he asked taking a deep breath.
"We're all fine Wy." Piper said, motioning her hand towards the chair in front of him. "Why don't you sit down."
Shaking his head he bit his top lip and looked over to the mantle, his head tilting to one side as his eye caught on one of the pictures.
"Did you come for a reason?" Chris asked raising one eyebrow.
Wyatt nodded slightly his eyes moving along to the next picture, slowly he looked back down at his hands before reaching up to scratch his head.
"I see you've had a haircut." Piper mentioned standing up and walking slowly towards him. Reaching up and brushing her hand along his hair. "It looks good. And stays out of your eyes this way."
Touching her hand to his cheek she smiled weakly before reaching into hug him tightly.
"We've missed you Wy." Pulling back she smiled a little brighter. "So what's up?"
"I need your help." he said softly, looking over to the door as Chris scoffed lightly and climbed to his feet.
"So he comes running home to mommy when the real world gets too tough for him. Where was he when we needed him? When she needed him?"
Wyatt looked downwards as Chris stormed out the room and upstairs, slamming his door closed behind him. Piper absent-mindedly rubbing his arm as she glanced over to Leo.
"I'll go check on him." he said softly, giving Wyatt a slight smile as he walked past him. Closing his eyes Wyatt pulled away and walked over to the window.
"They hate me don't they?" he asked. "For leaving like that. Because of what I did. I don't blame them really."
"They don't hate you sweetie, Chris is just a little upset at the moment. And your father, well he loves you, you know that. He could never hate you. Neither of them could. None of us could, remember that. We all love you no matter what. Now come, sit down and tell me what's the matter. You don't look well."
"I'm fine, really I am. I just need some help from you, Aunt Paige and Aunt Phoebe." he told her as they sat down on the couch.
"What kind of help?" Piper asked taking his hand in hers.
"The magical kind. I need you guys to help me reverse something I did." he said looking down at his feet.
Piper watched him intensely. Her eyes following him as he attempted to look away again. Taking her thumb and forefinger she placed them gently by his chin and guided his face back towards her. Her face softening as she looked at him.
"I'll call them now, you wait here. Please, don't go anywhere Wyatt."
Nodding he watched as she made her way out to the phone in the hallway, allowing himself to fall back into the cushions behind him. Raising his hand to his forehead he blocked out the light coming in from the window. Hearing footsteps he waited a moment for his mother to say something.
"How long?" he asked.
"Too long if you ask me."
Lifting his hand slowly Wyatt kept his eyes closed before lifting his head over towards the sound of the voice. Slowly opening them he bit the inside of his bottom lip, gulping loudly when he saw Bianca standing there, a small child no more than twelve months asleep in her arms.
"Bianca? What are you doing here?" he asked sitting up.
"I was upstairs. Leo told me you were here." she said moving over to the seat next to him. "Took you long enough, I told you to come a couple of months ago. You look better at least."
Wyatt stared at her as she sat down, a little confused that she seemed to be one hundred percent fine, while for him feelings from the past were surfacing once again. And again he wondered if he would ever be able to move past her. Piper cleared her throat as he looked up, gently stroking the baby's head as she took a seat across from them. Wyatt looking from Piper to Bianca to the child as if he were stuck in a parallel dimension.
"Your aunts should be here soon. Paige is going to pick up Phoebe and they're going to come straight over. You don't have to leave anytime soon do you?'
Slowly shaking his head he looked over to the doorway as Leo re-emerged with Chris at his side. Both taking seats around the room across from them.
"Good, can I get everyone something to drink?" Piper asked standing slowly. "Coffee?"
Nodding absently he looked back at the child starting to wriggle in Bianca's arms, transfixed by the boy as he squirmed and murmured. His head tilting to one side as she produced a small toy that doubled as a rattle and waved it in front of him. His small arms reaching for it as she did so. Not noticing how much time had passed he almost jumped as Piper laid a tray on the table in front of them.
"Still having it black, no cream, no sugar?" she asked as she poured the steaming liquid into one of the cups.
"Uh huh." he mumbled prying his eyes away from the child to her as she held a cup and saucer out towards him. "Thankyou."
Setting it in front of him he absently looked around the room again, ignoring the awkwardness of the silence in the room. Hearing orbs he looked to the doorway and saw his two aunts appearing in front of them, his eyes falling to his cup as he quickly picked it up and took a swallow.
"We're here." Phoebe announced hugging Piper before bending in front of Bianca to play tickle the baby's stomach.
"How is he?" she asked.
"Good. Sleeping more now."
"That's always a good thing." Phoebe said as she stood up and placed one hand on her hip. "Hey Wyatt, how are you?"
"Good, thankyou." he said quickly glancing up at her.
"Good to hear." she said with a smile, quickly looking around the room. "So what do you need us for? Have you found some demon that requires the Power of Three? Or maybe just help with a spell or potion? Or something else?"
Wyatt looked over at Chris and Leo then to Bianca before looking up to his aunt.
"The latter, but I'd rather not discuss it in front of everyone. It's irrelevant these days."
"What is?" Leo asked arching one eyebrow as he moved closer to the edge of the chair.
"It doesn't matter, okay? I just need them to help me do something."
"Then what? Are you going to take off so we don't see you for almost two years again?" Chris asked snidely. "Because I'd really like to know, I think we all would."
"Chris." Piper warned.
"What? I'm not going to give him any special treatment because he screwed up, then ran away because he was too much of a coward to deal with it."
"Chris." Leo and Piper cautioned loudly.
"No, I'm not going to stop, so don't ask me to. He doesn't deserve that courtesy. If he want's your help so badly he can tell us all what he did that made him coming crawling back with his tail between his legs."
Wyatt stared at Chris, he wasn't angry at his brother for saying these things. He didn't blame him for feeling this way, if the situation was reversed he was pretty much sure he'd feel the same way. Standing up he looked down at him, staring deep into Chris' bright green eyes as he stared back with something similar to hate shining through.
"You want to know why I'm here?" he asked watching as Chris nodded. "I'll tell you then. I want my powers back. I'm sick of living without them."
He watched as Chris looked away and shrunk back before sitting on the edge of the chair he'd been on earlier. Slowly Wyatt glanced at each of them, all of them now avoiding direct eye contact with him as he endured yet another awkward silence.
"Look whatever, I guess I chose a bad time. I can see I'm just making everything difficult for you all."
"Don't you walk out on them again." Bianca said standing in front of him as she passed the child to Piper. "You can't come in here and stir up all these emotions, lay a bomb shell like that on them and walk out on them again."
Wyatt's eyes widened slightly as he listened to her, raising his arms in frustration before lowering them quickly to his sides with an almighty slap against his thighs.
"I didn't do this for them," he said loudly. "None of this was for them."
"Do what Wyatt?" she asked annoyed at his tone. "What did you do? Give away your heritage? Your birthright? You can't just tell half the story like you always do. We're not going to take that shit anymore."
"Why do you think I did it Bianca?" he asked defiantly. "Everything I have done since that day has been for you. Not for them, not for me, for you. I had some silly notion that maybe, just maybe I could win you back if I got out there and made something of myself. I was wrong, I realised that after my last little visit here, then you had to rub it in that day you came over."
Bianca bit her lip and looked away as he angrily ran one hand through his hair. Looking around he rolled his eyes as the others tried to make it look as if they were busy with one another.
"Whatever." he muttered stepping over the table and making his way to the doorway. "I never really wanted them in the first place, it's probably for the better this way."
"Wyatt." They all called as he slammed the front door behind him. Making his way down the steps he stopped and glanced over his shoulder, regretting once again walking out on them. Slowly making his way to the driveway he reached into his pocket. Hearing the front door open he picked up a little speed.
"Don't you dare run out on me again Wyatt." Bianca called running after him.
"You're the one who ran out of my apartment without a word if I remember correctly." he spat back.
"After you left us."
"They didn't want me around, you didn't want me anywhere near you. What the hell was I supposed to do?"
"You could of at least left a forwarding address, we were worried about you. We missed you." she said softly.
"Stop talking in the narrative Bianca. I don't want to hear 'we missed you'."
"What do you want me to say Wyatt?" she asked tiredly.
"What do you think I want you to say? I can't let this, you and me, go, but you, you seem indifferent to it all. That I never meant anything to you. Maybe I was wrong to come here, maybe everything I did was wrong, but at least I know that my biggest mistake wasn't that I screwed everything up royally or gave my powers away, but that because of everything I did I lost you and everything we could have and should have had together."
Shrugging he continued down the driveway when she remained unmoving.
"Wyatt." she called running after him, grabbing his arm and forcibly turning him back towards her. "Don't you dare turn your back on me again."
"I'm not. I'm leaving to make things easier for you."
"If you want to make 'things' easier for me, your stubborn ass would stay here and work everything out, no matter how God damn painful it is. I, I, I can't even believe you're the same man. My Wyatt would never keep running like you do. He stood up and fought for what he wanted."
"I lost the right to what I wanted a long time ago." he reminded her. "I have no right to demand anything of you or anyone else."
"Just forget about everyone else for a moment." she yelled. "What about my right to have you near me. I never stop caring about you. Nor did I stop loving you. You hurt me more than anyone has ever hurt me and I still wanted to keep you near me. I just needed time to think it all through. And when I did, I wanted to come to you. But you'd gone and no one knew where you were, because you had to make it difficult and blocked everyone. I needed you and you left me. You may have thought you were only shutting them out, but in doing so, you shut me out as well."
"What do you want me to do about it?" he asked. "I can't take all this back Bianca. I've tried."
"I don't want you to take it back you ass. I want you to stay."
Taking a step closer she lowered her eyes as she reached out for his hand. Taking one in both hers she shifted her eyes back to his. Her expression softening as she reached one hand up to his cheek, slowly rubbing her thumb along his jaw.
"If you can't stay for them, can't you at least stay for me? Then spend some time with your son?" she asked softly.
Lifting his hand to hers he briefly closed his eyes before slowly taking her hand away and adjusting his grip on it before sighing lightly and looking up to the house. Giving her a weak smile he started back up the path again, his hand tightly gripping hers as she gently squeezed it reassuringly.