Wyatt looked down at the task in front of him, his brow creasing as he tried to figure out what he was doing.
"How's it going?" Bianca asked looking up from the magazine she was flicking through, a wide grin plastered on her face as she watched him for a few moments.
"Um," he started, his face contorting in confusion. "I know there's a trick to doing this with only two arms, I just can't work it out."
"Want some help?" she asked, casting the magazine aside as she stood up.
Running her hand over his shoulder as she stepped to one side of him, looking down to the mess in front of him.
"Wy, what have you done?" she laughed.
Reaching forward she moved several things aside, lightly bumping him to one side with her hip as she shook her head in thorough amusement.
"You know first off I think you'll find you have this on the wrong way." she commented, looking up at him.
Shaking his head he cracked a smile and looked down at his feet, his eyes slowly moving upwards to the table, as Bianca continued to quickly finish the task he'd been trying to manage for the last five or so minutes.
"I never claimed to actually be able to change a diaper." he reminded her. "Every other time I've done it in the past few weeks there's been someone else to help me."
"Well Wy, I think you've proven why you shouldn't be left alone with simple tasks." she laughed as she picked Hunter up off the change table and passing him over to Wyatt. "What?" she asked when he stared at her.
"Why are you giving him to me?" he asked holding the small child out just in front of him.
"Ah, 'cause he's your son and I thought you might like to do a little father son bonding." she replied simply. "But if you don't want him, hand him over."
"I didn't say that." Wyatt said, smirking as he pulled Hunter closer and wrapped both arms around the child, moving away before she could take him out of his arms.
"Fine then be that way." she laughed, raising both eyebrows as placed both hands on the back of her hips and started towards the doorway. "He needs feeding so I'll let you do that."
Winking she disappeared towards the kitchen, Wyatt standing there perplexed slightly as he looked down at the Hunter. Reaching one hand up to forehead he lightly scratched his brow, smiling at the baby as he reached up and tried to catch his hand. Shaking his head he let out a short laugh as he sunk into the chair behind him. Placing Hunter on his knee's, supporting his back with one hand as the other one moved in to tickle his stomach. Smiling as the child giggled gleefully he continued to do the same thing over and over again.
"Now that looks like a Kodak moment to me?" Bianca said from the doorway. "Funny how there's never a camera around when you really need one."
Wyatt looking up, giving her a quick smile before turning his attention back to Hunter. Unintentionally jumping as a crash sounded upstairs, emanating from possibly the attic. Looking over to Bianca he grabbed Hunter off of his knees as he jumped up, thrusting the child into Bianca's arms as he passed her in the doorway.
"Stay here." he told her quickly.
Stopping as she grabbed his arm, he gave her a sympathetic smile before prying his arm loose. Reaching his hand out and lightly dragging his fingers down her cheek as if to tell her it was all going to be okay. Hearing another crash and a loud groan his head snapped towards the stairs.
"You know what to do, if you know," he said softly as he glanced back to her quickly before taking off up the stairs.
Taking the stairs two at a time, he continued up to the upper level, warily poking his head around the corner before breaking into a slow jog up the hallway towards the attic stairs. Stopping with his foot on the bottom step he looked up the short staircase towards the closed door. Something landing heavily against it before letting out a heavy moan. Resisting the urge to ask if whoever was up there was okay he made his way up the stairs soundlessly. Closing his eyes as he pressed his palms against the door. Feeling Chris' presence in the room he continued to scan the room. Someone, or something else was in there, he just didn't know who or what. Thinking on his feet he quietly orbed into the attic, making sure to land somewhere he knew he wouldn't be seen. Carefully he peered from behind a stack of boxes. Watching as some horned, almost human looking demon leant over Chris while he was slumped against the door.
"Just tell me what I want to know witch," he threatened.
Chris looked up at the demon sluggishly, his tongue poking out from between his lip and running along his top lip, moping up a small stream of blood trickling from his nose. A defiant smirk brushing his lips as he eyed his assailant dangerously.
"You don't seriously think I'd tell you do you?" Chris asked sarcastically.
Slowly Wyatt edged out of his spot, curious as to what the demon wanted and worried about what he might do to Chris given half a chance. Casually leaning himself against the stack of boxes he crossed his arms across his chest and nodded to Chris.
"Whatchya doing?" Wyatt asked innocently.
The demon stood up and wheeled around, staring at Wyatt incredulously. Slowly sauntering towards him with hands above his head as if Wyatt were a police officer.
"Why does it matter to you?" He asked stopping two feet in front of Wyatt.
Wyatt shrugged casually as if it didn't matter to him. Uncrossing his arms and pushing himself upright. Wiping his nose with his thumb as Chris climbed to his feet, clutching wearily at his side.
"It doesn't really." he told the demon, walking to his left. Slowly moving between the intruder and Chris. "I was just curious as to what you and my little brother were talking about, and of course why you were trying to beat the living shit out of him. I mean look at the scrawny little bastard, then look at you. I think you have an unfair advantage don't you?"
Chris shot Wyatt the most unfriendliest of looks. Wyatt ignoring the repugnance he could feel being directed at him, instead he kept both eyes glued to the demon who was beginning to move uncomfortably.
"I think you'll find your brother deserved it." he informed him.
Wyatt scoffed lightly, looking down at the ground and shaking his head in disbelief.
"You don't seriously think I'm going to believe that do you?" Wyatt asked.
At that point the demon cocked his head to one side and watched Wyatt as if he was a caged animal. Occasionally tossing Chris a casual glance as thoughts ticked behind his colourless eyes. Wyatt could feel Chris moving closer, anxiousness emitting from his aura. Feeling Chris entire being suddenly stiffen, Wyatt quickly looked behind him. Looking at his brother curiously.
"Chris?" he said softly.
His attention turning back to the demon when he felt the being move.
"Excuse me?" Wyatt asked. "What do you think you're doing now?"
"Nothing." he responded coyly.
Wyatt instantly raising an eyebrow out of interest. Smirking appreciatively as he signalled behind his back for Chris to leave.
"Do you even know who I am?" Wyatt asked.
The demon scoffed at Wyatt's arrogance nodding slightly. "I know who you are Halliwell. I also know of your fall from grace and that you, out of all the one's in this house is easiest to corrupt."
At this insinuation Wyatt stiffened. His face becoming blank as he stared at this creature.
"It's you who don't know who I am." the demon continued. "And if you need know anything in this life it's who I am. Chris was stupid enough to think that my questions to do with your fiancée and child were my true goal in this little experiment. Truthfully though, his stupidity, and yours, hit the nail on the head. I've seen your weaknesses and now I know exactly what I need do to rid the world of your pathetic existence."
Wyatt shook his head and rolled his eyes at the same time. Faking a yawn as he crossed his arms across his chest. Slowly looking back to the demon.
"The name's Arnon, not that that's going to help you." he said egotistically as he shimmered from the room.
Waiting a few moments to see if he was going to reappear in the room, Wyatt turned on his heels and reefed the door open. Taking the stairs two at a time as he raced down to the lounge room. Stopping in the door way he watched as Chris and Bianca talked in hushed voices. Hunter playing with Bianca's fingers as she listened to whatever it was Chris was whispering. Both turning their attention to Wyatt after a few seconds. Noting the blank look on his face Bianca passed Hunter to Chris before slipping off her chair and walking over to him. Slowly reaching up to gently run her hand across his cheek. Smiling painfully as she looked into his eyes, looking for any sign of what he was thinking or feeling. After taking in the sensation of her touch on his skin he reached his hand up to hers and clutched it tight as he lowered it to a comfortable position.
"We need to get you and the baby out of here." he whispered hoarsely. "It's not safe for you here."
Bianca's smile turned to one of sympathy and amusement as she cast a quick glance over her shoulder. Her hair running across the back of her shoulders and falling down her front as she watched Chris with Hunter for a moment before looking back to Wyatt.
"We're never one hundred percent safe Wy." she said softly. "Anything could happen at anytime to any of us, you know that. I don't know what that demon told you but splitting us up isn't going to make it any safer for me or your son. We're stronger with you close by."
Wyatt looked down at her unsure of her attempt at reassurance.
"Wy," she soothed. Lightly running her hand up his arm to the back of his shoulder. "Nothing's going to happen. It was just some big headed demon who thinks he can get at you by coming through us. Through your family. It's happened before, and it'll happen again, but you can't let this one get at you. Your better than that. Your stronger than that. You, you can't let your guilt about before come into this."
Letting her hand fall down the inside of his arm, she intertwined their hands before moving into his body. Wrapping her free arm around his back and holding him tight. Resting her head on his chest as she closed her eyes. Wyatt wrapping his arm around her shoulders before pressing his lips to the top of her head.
"I know you know how to look after yourself." he said softly. "I just don't want to lose you again. I can't."
Pulling herself away from him Bianca tilted her head to one side and flashed him a quick smile before pulling lightly on his arm. Nodding towards the chair in the room. Slowly he followed watching as she slid onto the lounge, moving down to sit next to her. Holding onto her as she leant her head onto his shoulder before letting her body fall lightly onto him, slowly moulding itself to his silhouette. Watching Chris as he fell against the back of the chair, allowing the small child to attempt to climb the would be 'hill' named "Uncle Chris".
"What did he want from you?" Wyatt finally asked after many minutes of silence.
Chris slowly looking up to his elder brother, his bright green eyes full of confusion and apprehension. Wyatt's face instantly softening. He wasn't a complete moron, he knew how to work his brothers button's so he could get what he wanted.
"Chris," he started. "You know you can tell me."
Chris cleared his throat as he shifted uncomfortably. "He wanted to know how to get to you." he told him straight. "He wanted to know what your greatest weakness was."
Unintentionally Chris looked directly to Bianca before glancing down at the now limp being on his lap.
"I didn't even have to tell him." he whispered. "The bastard already knew."
Looking up he was almost apologetic as he let his head fall back onto the back of the chair. Rolling his eyes up to the ceiling. Wyatt's arm tightening somewhat around Bianca's shoulder. Comfortingly Bianca moved her hand up to Wyatt's squeezing gently before running her thumb back and forth along his skin.
"It's not your fault Chris." Wyatt said finally. "It's no ones fault. But he's not going to matter to us. He's just some demon. It's below any of us to worry about his threats. He's stupid enough to come here once to threaten us. He won't want to make a reappearance."
Nodding to himself Wyatt pushed himself up, looking down at Bianca first then over to Chris. Smiling triumphantly as he walked over to the door. His entire being lying to them, inside for some reason he was scared about what this 'Arnon' could do to him and his family. For the first time scared that he may not be able to protect them as he always had.
A/N: I am aware that this chapter is pathetically short and I almost apologise for it. That's about it I think. All reviews will be accepted after you press the review link, and write something that could be construed as helpful or something to let me know you care, or heck even something to tell me I suck and in no way should I be writing (er, those are most likely to be ignored after be laughed at and mocked - I will however on some level still love whichever soul ever does that). Bored now?