I know, I know, it's been a very long time since I last updated. But I promise you I will complete this story, even if it takes some time!

Thanks again for the reviews. I'd like to get some more, though. Since this is my first ff in English I need to be reminded of my mistakes.

And to answer to the last reviews: Yes, Nicky and Alex are Wyatt's kids. Just look at the previous chapters.

So, here we go again:

Chapter fourteen: What problem?

Previously on CYTMWIA:

And you re not able to defeat two stupid witches? The sarcasm in her voice could not be overheard.

Of course! But this weren't two random witches! One of them was Benji and…, he paused a moment, I think…, well, the other one looked very similar to Wyatt.

It wasn't the last time Nicky had seen him. In fact, that guy appeared and disappeared in his life every once and a while, as a matter of preference when he was scared, upset or had a premonition.

And now he was here, standing right in front of him.

"Are you ok?", the man asked.

The queen's manor, night

Lara stood in front of the large window in her bedroom, watching the movement of the waves of the ocean. It somehow calmed her down. And god knew she needed this right now! She had had a lot of stress lately. Of course, being the queen of the whole magic world wasn't an easy task.

Sometimes she wondered how her former brother-in-law was able to cope with this. How he managed to defeat his throne against all those greedy creatures that wanted to steal it.

Well, she thought with a smile, he didn't. She had made sure of that.

But now Jerek claimed he was back and – worse, he was with one of his sons. These little brats were such a nuisance! If it weren't for them, she wouldn't have to deal with all those annoying old followers of Wyatt, who considered her just as the replacement until his heirs were old enough to take their rightful place.

Not that she would let that happen! The throne was hers - and hers only! And she certainly wasn't going to give it to anyone! After all, she was the sister - well, half-sister, of the former queen. But Isabelle was gone and nothing would bring her back.

If she was honest, a part of her missed her. But that didn't mean she felt responsible for any of her offspring! In fact, the only reason she hadn't killed the twins was Chris – in more ways than one, she thought bitterly.

In the past thirteen years she hadn't been able to find either of the boys thanks to him. She had to admit, he protected them really well. Not that he had to. Hell, she even would accept to raise the little brats if that would get him to be with her. Which was exactly the reason why she had sent Jerek to find the one he came across. Lara was sure if she managed to get at least one of her nephews on her side, she could get Chris on her side, too. She just had to play the nice "Auntie Lara" until she got Chris to marry her. Once they would have their own kids, the twins would become redundant.

But now it seemed that Wyatt was back. That couldn't be! She had checked earlier up on him. Of course, he still was where he belonged. So how was this possible?

Nicky's bedroom, night

"No", came Nicky's reply.

And then he lost it: "I just had a premonition of me and my parents getting killed and managed just in time to stop it and now my parents are asking me permanently how I'd done it and I have absolutely no idea how the hell I should explain it to them, let alone all the other weird stuff that happens around me! And I've absolutely no clue why it happens to me of all people, I mean, why can't I be normal, just like everyone else!" At his last words, Nicky was nearly crying.

"Now you sound exactly like my mom." Chris smiled sadly and sat next to his charge on the bed. He could tell that the poor kid was at the moment very scared and confused.

Carefully, he put an arm around his shoulder and pulled him near him. Inconspicuous, he rested his hand at Nicky's back. Soon, the familiar golden glow appeared in his palm. Chris knew he couldn't heal misery – hell, if he could he had already done that to himself a million times – but it had at least a soothing effect, that apparently seemed to work. He felt the kid relaxing against him.

Nicky calmed down a little. He didn't know why, but somehow that man had a calming effect on him. Finally, he pulled himself together and asked what he had wanted to know for a long time:

"Who are you? What are you? How come you are always there when I'm..."

"Miserable?" Chris completed his question.

Nicky nodded.

"My name is Chris – and I'm your whitelighter, I can sense if you need me."

Seeing Nicky's curious look, he added: "Kind of like a guardian angel for witches. It's my job to look after you."

"Witches", Nicky repeated "I'm a witch?"

After a short moment he added to himself: "Why I'm surprised? I can look in the future. I should have seen it coming."

Chris grinned. "Well, actually you are part whitelighter yourself, but that's another story."

"Great", muttered Nicky, "Just great!"

Chris gave a short laugh. "You are taking this better than I expected."

The kid gave him a look.

"What am I supposed to do? Should I freak out and run around the house, screaming: Oh my God, oh my God?"

Chris bursted out laughing. The kid reminded him very much of Isabelle. That woman had the same easy-going attitude. He then confessed:

"Actually, I would pay a lot of money to see that!"

"I bet you would!", Nicky grinned.

They remained in silence for a short while.

Finally, Nicky spoke again: "Still, that doesn't solve the problem with my parents."

"What problem?"

"Haven't you listened? How am I supposed to explain them this whole "witch" thing?"

Chris turned serious. "I suggest you start talking to your dad. He can help you explain it to your mom."

"But he will freak out!"

"No, he won't." , Chris declared. Seeing Nicky's questioning look he added: "Your dad has some secrets himself. You would be surprised how much he knows. Trust me, you can talk to him."

Sensing Nicky's relief, Chris asked with a smile: "So, you're ok now?"

"Yes, I am."

"Good." The man than stood up. "I think it's best if I leave now. You and your parents have a lot to talk about."

"Wait, when do I see you again?" The thought of his guardian angel leaving now made Nicky somewhat nervous.

Chris looked at him and smiled reassuring. "If you need me, I'll be there."

"And what if you don't?"

"Alright, if you need me just call out my name loud. Then I'll come. Ok?"

"Ok."

"Great. Now it's time for me to go. Good luck with your parents." With that, Chris orbed away, leaving a stunned Nicky behind.