It was a bright, sunny day in San Francisco. The air had a cool breeze to it, and the flowers danced along with it as it blew. The happy laughs of children could be heard, as they all ran in the distance. Piper was sitting on the red and white picnic blanket, her hand stretched to her side, supporting her weight. The soft breeze was a nice change to the hot weather they have been having lately, and the happiness surrounding her, just warmed her heart.
Prue was sitting across from her, a teenage girl with ebony hair, and bright blue eyes-just like the ones looking down at her with love-had her head in her lap, as Prue combed her fingers through her hair. Piper had no doubt that this was Andie, for she looked like a miniature of Prue. The sounds of happy cheers caught her attention, and in the distance, she saw Leo and Chris playing a game of racket ball, as Phoebe and Paige cheered them on.
The scene in front of her was perfect, her entire family surrounded her….except for….Wyatt. The thought of her son made her turn her head to look for him, she scanned the park in search for the bright, blonde hair that belonged to her son, but failed to locate him.
"Where's Wyatt?" she asked, before frowning at the way her voice sounded.
It was uncharacteristically hollow, almost void of any emotions, and had a weird echo to it.
Before Andie or Prue could answer her, said son appeared in front of her….or more like shimmered….not orbed…shimmered. Her eyes widened at the black leather clothes he wore, and the look of pure anger and hate he had in his eyes.
She opened her mouth to talk to him, when the sight of four demons shimmering behind him, made the words die on her tongue. She raised her hands to blow them up, but before she could, Wyatt raised his shield….not around them-his family-but around the demons, effectively protecting them from anything the Charmed Ones or their children can throw their way.
"Wyatt, what's the meaning of this?" she asked, the hurt and pain, that her own son would be protecting the demons instead of them, was evident.
"Oh don't even try, Aunt Piper," Andie's surprisingly angry voice came, "it's of no use."
Before anyone could get another word out, Wyatt threw a fireball at Andie…..
Piper shot off the bed, her chest heaving, her cheeks flushed, and both covered with a thin layer of sweat. She fought to get her erratic breathing back under control, as her heart raced to catch up with her lungs' demand for oxygen-filled blood.
The sun shone through the thin, white curtain she had on the window, and she heard the distant chirping of birds from the slightly open window. She looked to her right, and all she found was a note from Leo that he had to go up to the Elders.
She closed her eyes, and buried her face in her hands, as a last attempt to control her out of control nerves. The dreams were so vivid, and kept getting worse each time. First, Wyatt would choose the demons over them; then he called her a bad mother; and now, he actually attacked his own cousin.
She scrambled from under the covers, and almost jogged to the nursery. Her breath hitched when she saw the empty crib, with Chris sleeping peacefully on the pullout couch they had set for him.
Her eyes finally caught the Donald Duck wall clock they had hanging above Wyatt's bed, and saw that it was barely seven. And seeing as it was a Sunday, hell would freeze over a million times before Phoebe, or Paige woke up early on a Sunday. She figured that maybe Wyatt woke up before Leo left, and hence he had taken him along, but just forgot to put that in the note, or maybe didn't have enough time.
As she made her way back to her room, so she can get started on her day, she noticed the slightly ajar door of Prue's room. She frowned, as she pushed it open all the way, and peeked inside.
She found only Andie sleeping peacefully on the bed, with Prue's side occupied by pillows instead of the child's mother. She pulled the door back to its previous position, before she made her way to the stairs.
Once she reached the first floor, she heard the hushed sounds of cooing coming from the kitchen, and a soft giggling that she knew all too well, it belonged to her son. And she would bet her life on the fact that whoever was awake at this early hour on a Sunday, is none other than her older sister.
She tiptoed to the kitchen doorway, and stood there for a few seconds watching the two interact. Wyatt was in his highchair, and Prue was sitting by the table, feeding him. It didn't take long before Wyatt's bright blue eyes found her, and he grinned as he lifted his chubby hand to point at her.
She smiled at Prue, when she turned around to look at her, "Morning sweetie," Prue greeted.
"Morning," she replied, bending down to press a kiss to her son's blonde hair.
"He's been changed, and will be fed soon enough," Prue listed, "so you can go back to bed if you want, sleep in a little."
"No, its fine, I can take over feeding him," Piper hastily suggested, reaching for the bowl of food in Prue's hand.
Prue pulled her hand away, and when Piper looked at her, she noticed the hurt-and almost angry-look in her eyes.
"Piper, I may not have much experience with children, but I am sure I can handle feeding him," she almost snapped.
"Prue, what are you talking about?" Piper stammered.
"Every time you see me changing Wyatt, or feeding him, or even just holding him, you make up an excuse to take him."
"Prue, that's ridiculous," she stuttered, "I….I…I don't do that," she stumbled to find a plausible excuse.
"Yes, you do. It's almost as if you don't trust me with him," Prue snapped, "and I want to know what is that all about."
Piper averted her gaze to look at her son, who was watching the interaction closely, and who promptly gave her a toothless grin when her eyes met his.
"Piper?" Prue called, her voice a bit gentler now.
"You saw him attack Chris," was all she could say.
"You think I will hate an innocent baby, just because something happens to his future self that makes him go dark. If that was the case, we would've hated each other by now." She reasoned, but Piper had walked around the table, and was now staring intently at her fidgeting fingers.
"I still have nightmares about what we saw in that future, he turns on us, he attacks Andie…" she trailed off, and heard Prue sigh.
"Sweetie, this won't happen," she soothed, as she reached over and squeezed her hand, "Wyatt is my nephew, my family, for better or worse, and I will be damned if I let anything bad happen to him. And I sure as hell won't hate him because of something he hasn't even done yet," she added firmly, "is that why you kept me shielded from him? You thought I might hurt him?" she asked, the hurt tone not lost on Piper.
"NO," Piper objected, "of course not, I just thought it would be tough for you to take care of him after what we saw. I mean, he attacked your son, and tried to kill you."
"Yes, and if the future version came here, I won't hesitate to vanquish him. But I won't take it out on a baby who hasn't done anything wrong yet," she countered.
"Prue, we don't even know what happened to cause all of this," she retorted in frustration.
"But we've been warned, we know it will happen, and we won't let it happen," Prue offered.
"It shouldn't have happened in any future, how could we have let it happen in the first place? How could I have let it happen?" she yelled.
"It wasn't your fault."
Both women whipped around at the sound of his voice, and Piper was surprised at the amount of resolve and conviction in it.
Chris walked confidently into the kitchen, and after planting a soft kiss to his mother's head, he moved around the table and knelt in front of his aunt.
"We don't know much about what happened, or when. But we do know one thing, it was not your fault," he said defiantly, and she couldn't help but smile warmly at him.
"Care to elaborate on why you are so sure?" she asked.
"Do you trust me?" he asked instead.
"You know I do," she replied softly.
"Then take my word for it, it was not your fault," he stressed, "and mark my words, we will stop whatever happened from happening again," he vowed.
Alright everybody, I know that it has been two months, but writer's block hit again when it came to this story. It is short, but that is all I can think of right now, I know how the story will end and all the major events, but can't seem to put them into words, so I appreciate your patience.
Let me know what you all think.