Chapter fourteen:
After leaving Prue, Wyatt had orbed himself to the manor. He expected Chris would be there any moment demanding to know the whereabouts of their cousin. Wyatt knew his plan would work, but he decided that he was not going to propose the deal to Chris just yet. He needed to wait until his brother saw there was no way to save his cousin. That way he would be desperate enough to give himself up to save her. Yes, the timing had to be perfect. Off that thought, and right on schedule, Chris orbed in.
The younger brother did not waste any time, throwing Wyatt off his feet as soon as he materialized in the manor's living room. "Tell me where she is Wyatt?" Chris seethed. The twice blessed child and source of all evil got to his feet and answered sarcastically. "Where I left her. Some place that you will never be able to find her. Not unless I want you to that is." Chris was not at all amused. "I'll ask again, where is Prue?" "Carefully hidden away, but don't worry, she is doing just fine… for now." Chris threw his brother across the room again and this time Wyatt retaliated, taking the same action.
"If you hurt her, so help me god…" Wyatt stopped Chris before he could finish his sentence, using his telekinesis to constrict his brothers neck while lifting him off the floor. "As far as this world is concerned, the only God is me… I control everything. You don't want to upset me now do you?, because then I just may have to take my frustration out on poor little Prue." Wyatt then released his hold on Chris, who dropped to the floor gasping for breath. He still would not let Wyatt intimidate him. "You will not touch a hair on her head you hear me. I don't care what you do to me, just let her go. You don't need her. You have your power can't that be enough?"
"Oh come on Chris, you didn't really think I would go for that did you? I can never have enough power, so why would I give up the power that I do have. See if I have Prue then I have power over you and your pathetic little band of witches." Wyatt had managed to retrieve his cool, sarcastic demeanor after his previous outburst. "We have more power than you think." Chris insisted before using even more power this time throwing Wyatt all the way into the conservatory. He didn't let up on his brother either telekinetically throwing chairs and whatever he could think of in Wyatt's direction.
"We will find her Wyatt you can count on that. Why don't you just make it easy on the both of us and let her go." "You wish." Wyatt answered fuming once again that Chris would have the audacity to stand up to him this way. "Now if you keep annoying me like this I may be forced to take some drastic actions. Believe me you don't want that." This time Wyatt used his telekinesis to throw his brother all the way out of the house, and onto the front lawn, slamming the door afterwards.
Chris immediately tried to orbed back into the house but he was blocked, Wyatt had put up some sort of shield around the manor, forbidding "good" from entering. That did not keep Chris from trying again but one more time he was thrown back on his ass, after his orbing was blocked. "Damn you Wyatt" Chris said to himself before orbing to P3.
As soon as Chris materialized inside the former night club, Sean Morris started bombarding him with questions. "What happened, did you find out where she is." he asked urgently. "Not yet" Chris said. "But I am certainly not giving up, and Wyatt did not give me any indication that he has hurt her so we have every reason to believe she is okay." "Right she's only being held against her will, by the devil himself." Sean spat back before regretting his harsh words. "I'm sorry look, I'm just terrified for her, and I feel helpless. I should not have taken it out on you." "It's all right" Chris offered, he didn't blame the boy; he knew how much Sean loved his cousin.
Chris then signaled Bridget and Brian to come over so they could figure out what to do next. "We need a new plan now. I doubt it will work since I was not able to sense her but we can try scrying. Then I'll try the spell to call a lost witch. Hopefully there is something that Wyatt has not anticipated. If all else fails we will go back down to the underworld, and try to get some info out of the demons. I'll also have Devon see what he can find out." Chris was trying desperately to stay logical and in control, even though he was tempted to just run away again, like he had earlier when he went on his drinking spree. "Okay, I'll start scrying." Bridget chimed in, as the group headed to the back office determined to find a way to save their friend and cousin.
Still in her cell underground, Prue kept replaying her last exchange with Wyatt. She truly believed she had reached him, even if it was just for a moment. She swore she saw a softening, even love, and regret in his eyes for that split second. He had even told her that Sean was still alive, when he could have let her suffer. "Unless he was lying." she said out loud to herself, to make her feel better only to have to endure the loss again. She did not put such a thing past Wyatt, but she could feel in her heart that Sean was alive and well. Their feelings had always been in sync and it was like she could feel him now. "Yes he is alive." she thought to herself.
That meant, that for a moment Wyatt had showed some compassion. Prue realized that at this point the only way out of this mess was to try again to reach her cousin. If she couldn't his plan would work and before long Chris would be his captive. "Wyatt." she called hoping he would sense her and come. Surely enough he orbed in just a few minutes later. "You wanting to see me, that is a new one."
"Yeah well, I just don't like being alone. I never have, you know that." When she was younger she always hated being alone in the dark at night. Wyatt had fixed the problem though when he bought her a nightlight and walkie talkies, so she could talk to him, while he was in his room until she feel asleep. He always used to take care of her like that, and she hoped by bringing up such memories she would be able to reach the person that Wyatt used to be.
"And you thought of me, I'm touched." he commented sarcastically. "You know though I can't spend all of my time babysitting I have a world to control." he added. "You used to say that you were never to busy for your little cousin." Prue would not let his sarcasm intimidate her, she had to keep trying. "You remember I know you do. I was only five and you had started spending a lot of time with friends from school. I thought you didn't love me anymore, but you apologized and told me that even though you had a lot of new things in your life, you would never again be too busy to spend time with me." Prue smiled at the memory, hoping it was eliciting the same emotion in her cousin. "And from then on you always did make time for me, and whenever I felt like I might be intruding you always kept saying 'I am never to busy for my baby cousin.' You were true to your word too. At least until…" her voice trailed off not knowing what to say.
Wyatt's face remained blank and emotionless, but he did not make any snide remarks, encouraging Prue to keep going. "I remember what you told me on my first day of school. I was nervous that the other kids wouldn't like me, but you made me feel better. you said. 'Prue you're a Halliwell, we are good people, everyone can't help but love us.' You just always knew what to say." She paused, looking up hoping to see some recognition in her cousin's face but she found none. "Enough." he declared harshly. "No more walks down memory lane, you are so transparent it is ridiculous. You just want me to feel bad and let you go. Sorry…It isn't going to happen."
"That's not it at all Wyatt." Prue persisted. "I just miss my cousin. I want him back. That is my only agenda. I believe that the cousin I know and love is somewhere inside of you, all I am doing is trying to reach him" At this point you could hear the desperation in her voice. "Sorry, that weak little boy is gone and he is never coming back." With that Wyatt orbed out, sick of her pathetic begging.
After Wyatt left, Prue threw herself down on the cot defeated, realizing that there would be no reaching her cousin. The only real cousin she had now was Chris, and chances were that she would never see him again. She could see no way of getting out of there unless Chris took Wyatt's deal. "Oh Chris…" she thought out loud. "don't let Wyatt win. Keep fighting and just forget me." She prayed that somehow Chris would hear her and take her advice. She knew though that it was just not possible.