Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed

"Wow," Chris gave Wyatt an admiring glance, "I guess you haven't lost your charm with the ladies," he congratulated his brother.

Wyatt gave Chris a stern look in return, "I am not going to let her sacrifice herself."

Chris shook his head in mock dismay, "This is what comes of letting you play with a manticore baby…" then with a wide eyed innocent look and the raising of both hands in surrender, he added, "Let's come up with a plan to save the pretty demon who's being forced to seduce you." He gave an exaggerated shudder, "The terrible things they force demons to do nowadays…"

"Are you done?" Wyatt asked crisply.

"I was just saying I feel sorry for the poor…um…yeah…I'm done," Chris rolled his bright green eyes at Wyatt's complete lack of humor.

(X)

"You're sure that you're okay with this plan?" Chris asked for the umpteenth time.

Wyatt answered wearily, "Yes, Chris."

"I'm just saying….are you absolutely certain that you want to save the demon who's been prophesized to have your…litter?"

"Chris, I appreciate your attempt at levity," Wyatt's tone belied the words, and then he shook his head, "THAT wasn't the prophecy. The prophecy is that I'll father four children who together will have the power to defeat Lilith."

"Or help her gain rule of the Underworld," Chris pointed out, "How does a vasectomy sound?"

Wyatt shielded himself with a wince, "Painful." He decided to turn the tables on his greatly annoying younger brother, "When are you going to start looking for your fiancée?"

"My…" Chris sputtered. "No, it wouldn't work," he answered seriously, "Our lives are different this time around. We're different people." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "It would be helpful to have a Phoenix Witch as an ally."

"A Phoenix," Wyatt echoed, impressed, "How did you manage that?"

Chris pushed his brother's shoulder lightly in that play-fight male bonding way. He'd been worried about Wyatt, first the whole sleeping mess and then the oh-too-serious response to the menace. It wasn't that Chris didn't see the seriousness to the situation, but in his experience, a battle worked better if every instance wasn't planned for and plotted over, it was better to be prepared but willing to adapt if need be. He knew his brother would be more likely to adapt and prevail if his worries for Bree didn't weigh him down; if he didn't second guess and fought more on instinct. "Feeling better?" He asked.

Wyatt gave Chris a surprised look, "Yes. Yes, I do feel better."

"Clearer, more focused, less tense?" Chris quizzed.

"I'm ready."

"Good," Chris rubbed his hands together in anticipation, "Let's save the demon-mother of my future nieces and or nephews."

Wyatt gave his brother a shove.

(X)

"Hello, Wyatt," Bree said in a husky voice, a tone that told Wyatt that Lilith was nearby. "I've been waiting for you."

He pulled Bree into his arms and whispered in her ear, in the guise of nibbling, "I won't let you die."

"How can you stop what's meant to be?" The sexy pout didn't match the question in her eyes.

Deciding to play the double entendre game, Wyatt answered, "I always get what I want. I'm also very good at what I do, so I have no doubts that I will have you."

"You know you can have me," she promised him silkily, her eyes warning him not to be stupid.

"Now?" He asked, careful to keep the confusion in his voice masked by enthusiasm.

She gave a throaty chuckle, "No, not just yet. I want everything to be perfect."

"You're already perfect," he complimented gallantly, playing his love besotted part to the hilt.

"No, I want everything else perfect, and romantic. You can wait until my birthday, can't you?" She pouted prettily at him. If she had been playing her mother's game, this would have been the most difficult part of the plan. Get Wyatt cooperative and ready for seduction and then put him on hold until it was convenient for her. Bree gave an internal sneer, how had her mother lasted so many centuries dealing with men when she seemed to so completely misunderstand them?

"Of course," he smiled winningly, "I want everything perfect too." Deciding to return to the double entendres, he asked, "You're not afraid are you?" He searched her face for truth as she answered.

"No," she smiled, "I trust you. I know how 'good' you can be."

"Just in case you're having any second thoughts…" he pulled her closer and began what quickly turned into a hot and heavy make out session, whispering quietly in her ear, "Sorry, I couldn't think of any more drivel."

She pushed him away, none too gently, and drew in a ragged breath. She smoothed his tousled blonde waves with her fingers. "I think that's enough for now, Wyatt. You're everything I imagined you would be and more than I hoped for. I hate to send you back now, but the time isn't yet right. I'll bring you back tomorrow evening, so be prepared," she promised huskily and gave him one final kiss.

A/N I know this isn't in my usual style (romance) but I wanted to shake things up (for those who've read my previous episodes). Also I've decided the season arc, hopefully some of you will be pleased that I decided on a 36 season episode. I hated the hiatuses. Plus it's easier time wise for me to say episode 1 was the first week in September, episode 2 the second week and so on without worrying about gaps- plus or minus, some episodes span longer than a week some less, but it should for the most part coincide. (I have big plans for Thanksgiving!) So my season runs September through May. Having decided this, I may only write one season, 36 episodes is a bit and I wouldn't want to get too stale and have say Wyatt and Chris switch powers and or bodies more than a few times ;) I also need to get a move on because before too long I'll be behind schedule. I thought I could use the extra challenge of making sure that each episode was complete for the week it was supposed to be representing, learning to deal with deadlines…fun. Please r/r, helps me stay on task…