Prompt: Okay, so, for the 390 writing prompts, could you do 5? Like, changed future with Chris, Wyatt, and Bianca, "Are you hitting on her for me?"
Prompted by: Anonymous
Characters: Chris Halliwell, Wyatt Halliwell, Bianca
Pairing: Chris Halliwell/Bianca
Originally published 5 January 2018.
P3 was filled with lights, music, and patrons. Chris, sitting at the bar, had one ear on the live band (some up-and-coming rock group that he couldn't remember the name of) and an eye on his older brother Wyatt. For once, neither one of them was working tonight—and Wyatt had managed to catch the eye of a pretty, slightly older woman—a witch, one he knew Chris liked named Bianca. The rest of their family was always slightly edgy around her, or whenever Chris mentioned her for reasons the two brothers didn't really understand—though Chris was certain that her belonging to the Phoenix coven of assassin witches wasn't exactly the only reason.
Still, Chris couldn't quite believe his eyes (or his ears) when Wyatt began talking to Bianca, actually managing to make her smile, and the two of them kept sending glances his way. Then Wyatt motioned for her to stay put and headed over to where Chris was sitting at the bar, and mild panic set in.
His older brother slid onto the seat beside him, grinning, and it clicked. Chris glanced back at Bianca, saw she was looking directly at him with a small smile on her face, and turned back to Wyatt. He hissed, "Are you hitting on her for me?"
"Well, yeah," Wyatt said as if it were obvious. "Since you're not going to do it yourself or ask her out—and for the record, I think she likes you."
Chris groaned and leaned forward on the bar, hiding his face in his hands. "Do me a favor and don't do this ever again."
Wyatt's smile faded. "Chris, you obviously like her. She likes you. What's the problem?"
Chris folded his arms on top of the counter and whipped his head around to glare at his brother. "I don't want to get close to her again because she'll be killed."
"Again?" Wyatt frowned, confused for a second. Then the confusion cleared. "You knew her," he said. "In the—"
"The other timeline, yeah." Chris looked away. "We were engaged. She went into the past to bring me back and you… evil you… I couldn't heal her."
"Chris." Wyatt's voice was firm. "That wasn't you, and that wasn't me. The other Chris, he's not you. You're here, Mom's here, Dad, Mel, Uncle Coop, Uncle Henry, the cousins. Okay? Look at me."
Reluctantly, Chris met his brother's hazel gaze.
"Bianca is not going to die because of you, got that?" Wyatt said. "This isn't that future, and from what I've gathered she's perfectly capable of handling herself. So relax. Live a little." He smiled, slapped a hand on Chris' back. "Go talk to her, have fun, and let me know all the details later."
Chris rolled his eyes but slipped off the bar stool anyway and made his way through the crowd to the Phoenix witch. As he did, a memory flashed.
"Haven't we been here before?"
"Maybe we will be again."