Well, hit me with a fish and call me Gabriel...I'm sorry for being late. Again. I'm doing about a million things right now, and inspiration can only hit so many times..lol. Thanks for the reivews!

On with the story!

Wyatt Halliwell-Wyatt is a weird name...and other random thoughts.


"Wyatt, do you like Magic School?" Piper asked her son, who looked shocked at the question. He wasn't ever going to tell her this...in fact, he never told anyone this.

"Of course, mommy..." Wyatt lied through his teeth.

"You know, Wyatt. It's not nice to lie. I won't be mad, I promise." Piper said.

Wyatt looked at his mother for a few moments, and sighed. "It's not that I don't like it..." And then, he looked at his mother once again, "...ok, maybe I don't like it. But, it's becuase I don't like being so...weird."

"Weird?"

"Yeah...you know? Everyone treats me different. Like, I'm more specialer than anyone else. But I don't want to be special. I just want to be like everyone else..." Wyatt bit his lip. He hoped that his mother wouldn't be angry.

Piper stared at her son in shock. This was supposed to be the son that turned into a power-hungry Demon Lo-...oh wait, she had to forget about the past/future...damn...this was going to be harder than she thought.

"Wyatt, it's fine that you don't want to be at Magic School. Would you rather we teach you, your aunts and I, how to use your powers?" Piper said, thinking that it would be better for Wyatt if he thought he was choosing this.

"...Mommy?" He really didn't want to ask this of his mother, but he knew that he was going to have to at some point, and it might as well be now...

"Yeah, honey?"

"Do I-" But he never got to finish that question. Because Chris had just orbed into his unsuspecting mother's arms.


"MOMMY!" Chris screamed as he clutched onto his mother. The bad man just hurt his mommy REALLY REALLY BAD! And Chris did not want to think about it anymore, but it kept flashing in front of his eyes.

"Chris, what's wrong?" Piper said, immediately fearing the worst. Demon attack in the boys' room. "Was it a demon?"

"NO!" Chris cried. "He was a bad man! He wasmean! And he threw white stuff at you and daddy, and Wyatt, and you didn't get up and I kept telling you to get up, becuase the bad man was trying to get to me, but you didn't get up, and Daddy didn't get up, and Wyatt tried to stop him, but the bad man just pushed him and I couldn't blow him up or nothin'!"

Piper and Wyatt looked on in horror. Chris had never acted like this. Not even when Wyatt made him think that the clowns on his walls were going to eat him in the middle of the night.

"Honey, I think it was just a dream!" Piper said, but Chris just shook his head wildly.

"NO! It wasn't a dream! It was real!" Chris was scared. "And the bad man was real! And he hurt me!" Chris lifted up his shirt to show Piper his wound, but there wasn't one.

"Chris, there's nothing there, dufus!" Wyatt said, amazed at the gullible brother he had. Obviously, it was just a nightmare... "You just had a bad dream."

But Chris just cried harder.

"Oh, great job Wyatt. You're really helping things!" Piper said, trying to sooth her little boy. "Can you just get some water, please?" And when Wyatt looked like his was about to magick himself some water- "Without magic!"

Wyatt looked surly as he walked into the kitchen and got his baby brother some water.

When he came back, Chris was quietly whimpering against his mother's chest. As Piper let him drink the water, you could see him getting more collected.

"It wasn't a dream, Mommy." Chris confirmed, but Piper wasn't having it.

"Yes, it was, honey. If it was real, would Daddy and Wyatt and I still be here with you?" Chris had no answer. "Chris, baby, don't worry about us, ok? I promise, we will always be here to protect you."

"...You double promise?"

"I triple promise."

"Pinky swear." Chris said, knowing that the pinky swear was an unbreakable bond. You had to do whatever you pinky swore to do.

Wyatt knew this, too. And he gasped when his mother actually attached her pinky with his brother's.

He just hoped that his mother had crossed her fingers behind her back. Or else that meant that he was stuck protecting Chris for ever!


The next day, all the sisters had to go to their respective jobs, and Leo to the hardware store. He might have his whitelighter powers, but the Elders were not about to let Leo have charges, again. That would be dangerous. So, Leo had a job...as a handyman. Seemed like it was a good cover from the start, it might as well become his real job.

However, this left Wyatt and Chris alone. Well, not alone. Their grandfather was over, but he was asleep in front of the television. What is it with old men falling asleep while watching golf? If it's such a boring sport, then why would you watch it? Just change the channel and not abandon your duties as a babysitter... Really...

"Chris?" Wyatt said, playing in the sunroom with his little brother.

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever heard of..." hmm...think of a really scary person...OOH! "the boogie man?"

"The booger man?" Chris wrinkled his nose. That was gross!

"No, the boogie man. It's this monster that lives in little boys' closets." Wyatt said, grinning. But Chris wouldn't believe him this time...he just wouldn't.

"Yeah, right. Wyatt. I don't believe you." Chris said, folding his arms in front of his chest. Fool Chris once, shame on you, fool Chris twice...shame on Chris...but fool Chris more than twice...that just won't happen.

"No really. When I was little, I had to fight him. All little boys do. Haven't you ever heard that squeaky noises in our closet?" Wyatt asked, and at the look on Chris' face, he knew he had succeeded.

"...Yeah..." OK, you can fool Chris as many times as you want, apparently. But he had that bad dream again last night, and when he woke up, the closet door was wide open...

"Well, that's the boogey man." Wyatt said, but before Chris could say anything, he had a sudden daydream.

He was in magic school, and the bad man from his dreams came out of the picture...the picture next to Aunt Paige's!

Chris snapped out of his daydream, and knew that it was real. But now, he knew what to do...he just needed help.

"Chris, are you ok?" Wyatt actually looked concerned, His brother just had some kind of attack or something...

"No! Wyatt, come on! We have to go to magic school!" Chris said, pulling on his brother's arm.

"Chris...it's vacation!" Wyatt said, groaning. And indeed it was vacation. One of those days off becuase they had no snow days...because it never snows in San Fransico...but no one really had to know that, right?

"So? We need to catch the bad man!" Chris said, pulling his brother up again. But Wyatt was determined. He wasn't going to leave his house-especially not to chase Chris' nightmares.

"Chris, it was just a bad dream. There is no bad man." Wyatt explained, but Chris was fed up. He grabbed Wyatt and orbed to magic school, where the portraits were.

"Chris, I'm going-what is that?" Wyatt said, staring at the new picture. That wasn't there yesterday, he was almost sure of it...

A picture of a man was placed to the right of Aunt Paige's. A man named...Gideon...

...And Wyatt knew that name...how, he didn't know, but he remembered something about that name...about that face...he could almost remember it...something about this school...

And then, several things happened at once.

Sarah walked around the corner and saw the two boys,and Wyatt was unexplicably and suddenlyknocked backwards into a wall.

Oh, also,the bad man came out of the picture.

And he looked angry!


So, I hope that would be called a "cliffhanger"...I'm really not very good at this. But I try, so I imagine that you will all forgive my lack of...er...suspense...or...talent in general. Hehehe. OK...so, who watched the Olympics for Figure skating? On a really random note...hm...until next time...

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Sincerely,
"Review me!" Leora