Authors note: Thanks everyone who reviewed the first chapter. The next chapter of Kaleidoscope should be coming soon. It's just about finished, but its still lacking the very end, and I think it needs editing a bit, but it's almost done.

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Chapter two

It didn't take Piper long to figure out that this guy was completely unscrewable. Dr Wyatt was one of those people who had put up so many barriers over the years that it was impossible to tell the difference between real feelings and emotions, and defence mechanisms he probably didn't even realize he was using.

Everything about him seemed to have two sides. His emerald green eyes were a rich warm colour, but at the same time, the annoyed impatient attitude they reflected couldn't have been more cold.

"Well… I thought you'd have given me a pathetically unbelievable, and unwanted excuse by now. Are you a bit slow?" he asked her patronizingly, taking a casual seat at his clutter free desk.

Piper blinked, slightly taken back by the obviousness of his insult, and understandably offended.

"No… I just didn't get much sleep last night. I-"

"Here comes the excuse." Dr Wyatt interrupted with mock anticipation. "Boyfriend couldn't get enough? The cat ran away from home? –Always heartbreaking. No, no… An escaped mental patient broke into your house and barricaded himself in your bathroom. Understandably you had to spend the night trying to talk him out."

"What the hell are you going on about?"

Dr Wyatt surveyed her for an uncomfortably long second, before saying very seriously, "Its called sarcasm Miss Halliwell. I find it makes the day go by a little faster."

"Okay…It-its Piper."

"I know. Its written on the piece of paper in front of me. I was being polite."

If this was him being polite, Piper would hate to see him being rude, and she almost told him as much, but managed to bite her tongue. It would be the equivalent of throwing coffee in someone's face and Piper had sworn that she had flung her last hot beverage. So that meant holding her tongue and keeping sarcasm to a minimum, which, unsurprisingly, she wasn't particularly good at.

"So what's your excuse?"

"I just moved back to San Francisco yesterday, and I managed to loose my car keys, after locking my spares in the car along with most of my stuff." Piper answered obediently.

"Is that why you're wearing that?" He asked with obvious disdain tinting his voice.

"Would you have preferred me to turn up in my underwear?" she snapped, unable to stop herself.

'That' happened to be a pair of very expensive designer jeans that she'd had to save up for months to afford, and her beloved black Nirvana T-shirt. Disdain wasn't appropriate.

Fortunately Dr Wyatt ignored her.

"There are spare uniforms. Your hair is too long." He continued, almost randomly.

"Excuse me?"

"Your hair. It's against health and safety regulations, which being a hospital, we kinda have to follow."

He turned back to his desk, loosing interest in the conversation, and started scribbling away on a file he had just cleanly pulled out of a neatly organized drawer.

"Um, Dr Wyatt?"

"Tie it up, or cut it off. I don't care which."

"That's not what I meant." Piper said, running a Protective hand through her hair.

"Talk to Julie on the front desk. She'll get you started.

Figuring that he was done with his random rants and unfair insults Piper wandered out of his office. She'd be lucky to get another two words out of him anyway. The shutters had well and truly gone down.

Piper sighed. Okay, so all of her belongings were ironically locked in a car that she'd rather die than scratch, she'd left her favourite shoes in New York, and her boss was a jerk. Not to mention the fact that her old room looked as if Prue had decided to turn into a cardboard box factory. So far the signs weren't exactly the good. The powers that be didn't seem to be on her side.

Piper was the sort of person who had always believed in superstition. Like the weather at the start of Shakespeare's plays foreshadowed the tone of events to come Piper had always taken signs and omens literally. Bad signs meant bad things to come. But she was a big girl now. She couldn't let a thunderstorm or two scare her away.

"Can I help you?" the redhead at the desk asked, offering Piper the first smile she'd encountered at this place, and reassuring her that the gesture hadn't gone out of fashion.

Piper took a deep breath and started to explain everything. All she could do was hope she didn't get struck by lightening…

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He was hiding more than waiting in the little corner that offered enough shadow for him to avoid most curious or wandering eyes. That's what he did everyday. Sometimes they saw him. Asked him to leave. Other times they didn't, and he just sat there all day. Thinking. Hating.

Today was one of those days. He saw her come out of the office. The pretty brunette girl, who'd rushed in late. What did she think she was doing? Didn't she know about Wyatt? Know what he'd done?

They'd said it was an accident. Dismissed it. Told him to forget about it. But they were wrong. Soon she'd realize. He'd make her see. He'd make them all see…

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What did you think? I wasn't sure about the weather talk I used to describe Pipers feelings, and I know I went a bit sunset beach at the end, but come on, you gotta love that show! Please review.