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Chris stared into the TV screen before him, his teeth biting away at his nails furiously. Only one thought was speeding through his mind. "Where the hell is WYATT," he thought to himself over and over again. It had been over week and Wyatt barely acknowledged him. Only speaking to him When Chris address him directly and even then any conversation between them was awkward, with Wyatt only responding to his brothers' questioning with short, simple one-word answers, or whenever possible, just gestures.

Other than that, Chris got absolutely no attention from him. No begging, no blowing kisses through the air when no one was looking, no cuddling on the sofa, not even any growling when Chris wore something sexy (which the witchlighter had tried so many times), but everything was in vain. Wyatt was simply refusing to acknowledge him. It was almost as if Chris had become invisible to Wyatt. Which he may as well be now as Wyatt was never home anymore. Chris had become used to being lucky if he caught even a glimpse of his brother at meal times, those being the only reasons Wyatt appeared come home anymore.

What hurt Chris the most was that Wyatt barely pays any attention to him anymore in a civilised human manner. Let alone sexually, the way he used to do when they were alone. Just over a week ago, Wyatt would wink and make slightly more than suggestive gestures to Chris, indicating that he wanted to go somewhere a little more private. Now though, nothing, nadda, zilch. It was as if Wyatt had been turned into a robot. Nevertheless, Chris did know that when he was asleep, Wyatt would go up into his room and stare at him throughout the night. Chris only knew this because one day he woke up in the middle of the night to see Wyatt sitting on his bed staring at him, almost as if he was completely transfixed, zoned out, unable to move as he didn't react when Chris got up.

Chris looked up when he heard Wyatt's voice from the dinning room addressing his mother, his cologne drifting through the air before he came into sight and sat down on the sofa furthest away from Chris, and they both sat down to watch the movie "The Lake House". Chris's eyes slowly drifted towards Wyatt, who kept his gaze determinedly locked on the screen. Chris's eyes then glided over to the clock hanging over the mantle, which read 1:00pm, before his gaze returned to the object of his desire wondering what he was doing home today. Maybe he had a change of mind, maybe he realised what an idiot he had been for all these weeks, or maybe he understood why Chris said no and came to apologise.

Chris, so absorbed in his musings on different scenarios of what Wyatt may be doing here, had not expected the doorbell to go, turned to face Wyatt to see what his reaction would be. To his disappointment, there was no reaction, Wyatt still sat there stonily, refusing to meet his gaze, or even turn his head to the direction of the door. Taking a deep breath, he slowly removed himself from the room and went to answer the door.

Chris was surprised to see a girl around his age standing there with a huge smile plastered upon her face.

"Can I help you?" Chris asked the chestnut before him, who smiled.

"I hope so, do you know if Wyatt Halliwell is home?" She said, looking at Chris who couldn't help but realise how beautiful she was. Her chestnut hair framed her oval face beautifully; her piercing emerald eyes sparkled majestically against her milky white, sun-kissed skin.

Her dress sense was also impeccable, Chris thought as he observed her clothing for a moment; she wore tight-fitting blue denim jeans expertly highlighting her perfectly formed calves, hips and buttocks. Upward from those she wore a low-cut top, leaving visible a fair amount of cleavage, yet still allowing some room for the imagination to dwell.

"And who's asking?" Chris asked in a horse voice, the sight of this woman making his throat dry.

"Isabel," She replied. Flashing a perfect set of white teeth as Chris wondered how a girl like her would know Wyatt.

"WYATT, IT'S FOR YOU," Chris shouted, his eyes transfixed on the beauty before him all the time, as Wyatt immerged from the living room.

"Isabel," Wyatt said, smiling as Isabel rushed into his arms planting a kiss on his lips. Chris, however, couldn't help but blink, and open and close his mouth continuously in a very Piper-like mannerism, as the little peck turned to a passionate one, as they started a furious match of tonsil-tennis. Right in that instant Chris felt as if someone popped his perfect bubble and unleashed roaring dogs upon him.

"I was wondering what was taking so long." Wyatt asked when they pulled apart, gasping for breath, as Isabel smiled, happily cocooned in Wyatt's tight embrace.

"Sorry babe, but my sister kind of delayed me." Isabel said resting her head against Wyatt's chest making Chris feel as though he'd been slugged in the gut by a professional boxer.

"Wyatt, w-who is this?" Chris stuttered as Isabel looked at him before turning back to the blonde.

"My girlfriend." Was all the explanation Wyatt gave, glancing at his brother who appeared caught up in practicing his goldfish impression, incapable of speech.

"W-what?" Chris said, not quite believing his ears.

"You heard. This is my new girlfriend." Wyatt said before walking away with her. "Come, I'll introduce you to my mom."

Chris could only stare after the couple as they disappeared from his view. It took a good few minutes for the information to sink into Chris' mind and when it did, it wasn't pretty.

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Chris dusted his hands together as he smiled, satisfied with the pile he'd put in the middle of Wyatt's room. Wyatt's most prized possessions, everything he ever treasured, from little things he gave to Wyatt to things Wyatt enjoys, were now all in ruins, all thanks to Chris. "He wants to play dirty, bring it on!" he thought waving his index finger, raising the bed several feet into the air before allowing it to fall heavily on Wyatt's favourite blue guitar, making in an odd noise when the string snapped.

"Next it's you Wy." Chris thought as he heard his mother holler for him, before he rushed downstairs.

Everyone was sat at the dinner table as Chris joined the room; including Isabel, happily chatting away with Melinda. Chris's eyes immediately travelled to Wyatt, seated on her other side, talking to Leo from across the table, briefly looking up as his brother entered the room, but returning quickly to his conversation.

"Hey Chris," She greeted, smiling curtly at him as he took a seat next to his brother.

"Wyatt, what the hell do you think you are doing?" Chris hissed telepathically at Wyatt, angry at what his brother was doing to get back at him. Wyatt, however, gave no indication as to weather he registered what Chris had said or not, as he passed the caramelised sprouts round the table. "Wyatt. Wyatt? WYATT!"

Wyatt, doing his best to ignore his younger brother, had no idea Chris would give off a high-pitched wail inside his mind. Having not expected it, he yelped in pain as though someone had burned him with a red-hot poker.

"That's what you get for ignoring an empath." Chris whispered, passing the mashed potatoes to his brother. "Now who is that girl?"

"You heard me, my new girlfriend." Wyatt snapped telepathically.

"What do you mean by your new girlfriend?" Chris snapped back coughing lightly. "What about us?"

"What about us?" Wyatt shot back loading a forkful of food into is mouth. "I mean come on Chris, I have to think about my future too, you know."

"So…Wait! What's that got to do with you dating her?" Chris asked in total bafflement at the reply Wyatt had given him.

"Lots. I mean I can marry her for one thing, if I want to," Wyatt said looking at a gob-smacked Chris.


"So, is that what this is about?" Chris asked, to which Wyatt said nothing. "Wyatt have you got any idea how many times I've dreamt that you'd ask me that question?"

"Then why didn't you say 'Yes'?" Wyatt snapped..

"Cause…because the time isn't right Wy." He said looking at Wyatt before taking a sip of water.

"That's bull-shit, and you know it!" Wyatt said as Chris shook his head.

"Come on Wy, I can't…I mean…" Chris trailed off, not knowing quite how to continue now that he'd started.

"You were worried what others might say to you!" Wyatt said, a note of hurt in his voice. "You were worried about what our parents would say to us if they ever found out. Am I right?"

"Wy…you need to understand me." Chris said looking at Wyatt, although he barely glanced back. "I love you with all my heart but… I'm scared okay, I am scared 'cause this isn't right, I mean…we are brothers, that's what scares me the most, I don't care if mom or the others think I am gay or homo or anything."

"You know I love you Chris, and I would do anything to be with you," Wyatt said swallowing his food down in one gulp before looking at Chris with his crystal blue eyes. "And it hurts me to see that you don't trust me enough to take this risk, like I am willing to, you are so focused on what others would think, you're not thinking about us."

"I'm saying this because I am thinking about us, Wy," Chris said setting his knife and fork down. "It wouldn't take me a second to walk away from our family to be with you and I am willing to go to any length to do so, but…it's just…what about our future, Wy where does it lead us? Huh? You're still in College, how are you going to support us? You can't work and study at the same time, this isn't a movie with a happy ending, 'cause in real life, there are no happy endings."

"Why are you so worried, I only asked you to marry me," Wyatt said placing his cutlery down as Chris saw Wyatt's jaw-line set. "I am not asking you to run away with me, I just want to move us forward, to begin something new, instead of going around in circles."

"WELL MAYBE I LIKE GOING AROUND IN CIRCLES!" Chris yelled as he stood up, knocking the chair over behind him. In that instant every one's eyes turned to him. Chris as shocked at his sudden outburst as much as any of them. Realising he must have channelled Wyatt's anger; he took a deep breath, walked away and grabbed his coat from the rack, ignoring his mothers' calls.

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