HUGE APPOLOGIES TO Nathy1000000--I swear hun, I wouldnt have left you out on purpose, but it didn't show up on my screen. Sometimes it skips over reviews & I had to go back & check my email to actually see what you had written. down on knees begging my humblest appologies...I'm glad you like the way I write the evil with some feelings. It's so much fun that way:)
Of All the People…
Chapter 2
By teal-lover
Summary: Wyatt reflects on the events after Chris Crossed and decides to do something about it.
Rating: PG13, T
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, just borrowing, promise to give them back when done, don't get any money for this.
AN: Thank you all so much for the reviews. You guys decided to see more, so I decided to show you:) Hope you like it.
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Wyatt Halliwell headed straight for his bedroom. He threw open the closet looking for something to wear for his upcoming trip, but frowned when he scanned nothing but black. He telekinetically moved through the racks looking for something in particular, which should have been easy to spot.
Ah, there it is, he thought rewardingly as he reached for with his hand. The sight of the white patterned, long sleeve shirt made him smirk, recalling the words his brother had said before giving it to him on his birthday two years prior. He had found the dark haired man perusing through his closet and quickly grew suspicious with the package he carried in hand. Chris had turned and frowned at him then. "Hmm", he said. "All black. An evil ruler would own nothing else, eh? Here. For the man who has everything else…" he grinned with a slight twinkle in his eye as he handed him the gift.
His brother seemed to be under the impression that altering his appearance from the dark and drab ensemble, would somehow make him a convert. As if the clothes would somehow make the man, he scoffed.
So why now, was he putting the shirt over his black tee? It was best not to think about it.
He blinked once and conjured a double for himself. One that could cause no harm and make unwise decisions in his absence, but also one that would confirm his continued powerful presence in the event that someone tried to overthrow him. He simply wouldn't accept that possibility from anyone else. He wouldn't even entertain the idea of being dethroned by anyone except for his little brother. And wasn't even quite sure why he was entertaining it right now. This was the only way to prevent anyone from suspecting his departure.
Once that was done, he shimmered to the attic of the Halliwell Museum, orbing having long since been suppressed in his quest for power. Glancing around, he could still see the faint chalk outline of the Triquetra on the wall that he himself had smudged.
Just after the incident, he had allowed the anger to dissipate slightly and found himself staring at the family crest. He had rubbed at it viciously, willing its meaning to be untrue. But the white drawing stubbornly remained, and stood out blaringly to him as symbol of everything he had already, and would soon loose.
No one had been allowed to enter or tour the building since the day that his younger brother escaped to the past. For the second time, he thought bitterly. He retraced the outline with the chalk, ensuring he would land where he chose.
He had left the Book of Shadows magically locked in a safe in his room. The one page missing from it, the only spell that he needed, ripped out to prevent anyone from following. But he laughed at the absurdity of his brother's actions. Did he really believe that he wouldn't have a copy? How else did he think that the podium held the digital illusion? Though to be fair, the scanned version was accessible only to the Twice-Blessed Witch.
He ran his hands through the illusion, allowing it to recognize his essence for a moment before he was able to turn the flickering pages. There it is, he thought.
Just before entering, he recited another spell to hide both his 'aura' and facial features. He didn't want to be recognized. Not at first. After all, glamouring was his family's forte. Or at least, it had been for Aunt Paige who had taught him so many years ago.
He was tempted to go back to the point in time where he knew his brother had landed just after his escape. But he wasn't particularly anxious to be thrown into any walls right now. No. He would give him time to grieve over her loss first. A few months afterward, perhaps.
With that thought in mind, he recited the spell, awaiting patiently for the glow on the wall that would take him to find the answers he sought.
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A dark-haired man with very handsome features, and rich brown eyes stepped into the Halliwell attic. His clean cut, short hair was cropped just above the collar of his white shirt, which was tucked into his black jeans. He looked around and inhaled the scent of the fresh air fondly. Just as he remembered, before he was forced to turn it into a museum and the cold, stale air had set in.
As he sensed someone approaching, he quickly shimmered out to make his entrance another way. He didn't want to reveal too much, too soon.
Making his way outside, he tried to imagine how he would surprise them. Especially, him. He grinned mischievously as an idea formed. Feeling that it was a bit too early to expose magic to the public since it could only make his life more difficult growing up, he glanced around to ensure that no one was watching.
He decided to conjure up a small car and placed it out in front of the manor. One that looked like a delivery vehicle. Topping it off literally, he added a neon sign that said 'magic shop' and grinned at the irony. This would definitely get him inside the house.
With a small bag in hand, he strolled up to the front door and rang the bell. "Hello." He greeted the younger version of his mother and held up a list to his face with their names on an invoice. "I'm looking for a 'P. Halliwell?' I have a delivery."
Piper eyed the young man warily, "Well, you're going to have to be a bit more specific."
He stuck his head back to view the numbers on the front of the house, "This is the right address, I believe. I was given a message at the store that a young man--I think he said his name was Chris, said to bring this to," he leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, "the Charmed Ones. I'm from the 'M. Shop'" he said as he pointed to his vehicle with a description on it.
The woman practically shrieked while she yanked him inside the door to avoid having the neighbors see him. "Are you crazy coming here like this? What if someone saw you?" she admonished roughly.
The young man defended his actions, "But I was only doing as requested. We don't even normally do house calls, but he said that it was urgent that you get this. And you guys do so much for the magical community, that I just couldn't refuse."
"You! Don't move from that spot." Piper clenched her jaw angrily as she stormed into the kitchen muttering, "That boy is so going to get it."
She was already highly annoyed with their young whitelighter after being responsible for a demonic cult kidnapping her son, even though he saved him in the end. Further aggravating the situation, was the fact that it was less than two months ago that they just found out that he was part witch as well. No wonder he couldn't heal, she grimaced. And the idea that her sweet little baby boy would grow up to be evil. Yeah right, she thought. Still though, she had had just about enough of his lies and manipulation, and she wasn't going to take it anymore.
She yelled up to the ceiling, tapping her foot impatiently awaiting this explanation. "CHRIS! Get down here. NOW!"
Orbing in irritably, he sighed at the look of anger and irritation on Piper's face. He had tried to stay away from the sisters unless absolutely necessary over the past two months. He remembered telling Leo that it was only to give the sisters some time to trust him again. But in actuality, he was hurt. His mother's harsh words informing him that he was not welcome in his own home anymore, or in her life, really stung. While it was true that she didn't know who he was, the words had still hurt. They still resounded in his mind through her voice, with her face. To him, she would always be his mother. And she didn't want him.
He wasn't ready for another fight with her. She had calmed slightly after he saved Wyatt from the demonic cult. So he now tried to recall all of his actions over the past month, but couldn't fathom what he could have done to make her so angry all of a sudden. What's she pissed about now, he groaned silently. He didn't have much of a chance to ask her before she grabbed his arm and dragged him into the foyer.
"What were you thinking…" she began ranting furiously. Her voice was washed out as Chris stared at the young man. His features didn't ring any bells, but there was indeed something familiar about the man, he thought curiously.
Chris's eyes raked over the man several times until they finally came to rest on his shirt. A white patterned shirt. Something started to click for him. A white patterned shirt covering a black tee and tucked into black jeans. A white patterned shirt that he remembered having someone make for one particular person. His eyes grew wide with the realization of who he was really dealing with and he stumbled backwards awkwardly, nearly tripping over the petite woman.
His thoughts of orbing himself momentarily forgotten during his shock, he didn't have time to take but a few steps as the energy ball the man had generated came rushing at him, slamming him into the wall.
Out of breath and still twitching slightly the physical shock and pain, he still managed to wave his hand and orb his mother out to safety, ignoring her angry shouts and attempts to blow up or freeze the intruder.
As the man approached to tower over him, he stared up into the unfamiliar brown eyes with a mixture of confusion, worry, and dread. Chris briefly wondered why he hadn't changed back into his own form yet before his thoughts were interrupted by the man's cold and unemotional voice. "Now you see, this is what I was going to hit you with before I was so rudely interrupted. I think we have a few things to talk about…"
TBC…definitely.
nubia
Thanks for the review and encouragement. Is this soon enough for you:)
JadeAlmasy
Thank you so much! I will continue the story!mizunderstood writer
I definitely will—thanks for the support!
shadowhisper
Thank you. I'm so glad that I got you to like Wyatt here. I hope you like his decision.
IcantthinkofaFnick
Yes, thank you. You really don't know how psychic you are do you? That was exactly what I was planning if everyone liked it enough to continue.
Wonder
Thank you for your support. I will definitely continue.
Eloise
Your wish is my command:) Thank you for the review & encouragement.
Alyssa Halliwell
Most definitely! Thank you so much for the support. You've always been so kind to me, and I greatly appreciate it.
Sparkling Cherries
Well, actually—I was working on finishing HDIFM—so no grunts girl! This was only planned to end where it did, but then I left it open just in case. I wasn't really sure if anyone would want to see a Wyatt centered story, so I'm glad you liked it.
Mira
Thank you. Yes, he is—but I guess it's no secret now. I'm glad that you like my Wyatt because I tried to make him human with real emotions. No one knows who he is yet since he has arrived just after prince charmed. But it's definitely about to get interesting.
Stony Angel
Yes, I am. But unlike Wyatt, I was born this way;)
But it's your fault. I only wrote this cause you asked me about the forum, & I decided to post for the contest—but I realized I didn't have anything that I wanted to show:)
Trina-k
Thanks for the review. I hope you like where it's headed.
phoebe-x15
You do, really? Thank you, I'm so flattered. I will update this as soon as possible, but I'm trying to work on finishing HDIFM before I post another—but I've already been bad in even starting this, so it's anybody's game here…
DrewFullerFanLife
Thank you for your encouragement. Well, if you really want me to…..Ok, you talked me into it:) TBC………….
Shoequeeny
Yes, yes, yes. And may I add, yes;)
Thank you so much for reviewing. I'm glad that my Wyatt meets your expectations. I love making him more human in my stories, cause I don't think I'd ever have the heart to make him truly evil. And I had to do Chris some justice—after all, he's the son of a Charmed One and an Elder—so he has to have more than just TK & orbing.
haydock14
Thank you for the support. Well, since you asked so nicely, I will definitely continue;)