I own nothing. Just random slash. No real reason. Thought it was cute. Review and enjoy. The italic part is part of an original story of mine. DO NOT STEAL!

"Wyatt," someone said knocking on my bedroom door, "It's Uncle Coop. Can I come in?"

"Yeah," I said softly.

Uncle Coop quietly opened the door and came into my room before shutting it behind him. He gave me a soft smile while taking a seat at the desk while I stayed resting on my bed.

It wasn't often that Uncle Coop came to visit people in a one on one setting, unless it had something to do with love. No, the advice giving was usually left to Aunt Phoebe.

It was just a little past ten and I was stuck in my bedroom after having an argument with my parents. Now, I was going to be told off by my favorite uncle. This day just kept getting better and better.

"Wyatt," Uncle Coop started to say.

"I know," I said glaring at the wall, "I'm completely stupid and irresponsible and blah blah blah."

"I was going to ask if you wanted to tell me something."

Looking my at Uncle Coop in confusion I wondered what he was talking about. Had I realized something about love or something recently? No, I couldn't really think of anything.

Unless…Did this have something to do with me finding Nym and other guys attractive sometimes? Maybe Uncle Coop had figured out that I was…What was my sexuality exactly?

When I was in middle school and my friends started to talk about girls I just…I didn't get it. Even as my friends and I went into high school I still didn't understand the appeal.

There were times when I'd lay in bed at night and just imagine what it would be like being with a girl. I never really got very far. I found myself getting bored way too easily.

After awhile I just quit looking at girls like that. I figured there was no point. And so what if I noticed a few guys here and there? Their strong jaws, their flat chests. It didn't mean anything.

"I'm gay," I said softly, "Aren't I?"

"I can't answer that," Uncle Coop said with a soft smile, "You're going to have to tell me."

"Well, I've…I mean, I've never really noticed girls before."

"And you've noticed guys?"

"Maybe. Just a hand full of times though."

When I said that Uncle Coop moved so he was kneeling in front of me and placed a hand on my knee. A sad smile came to my lips when he did that. At least he was trying to make me feel better.

I didn't know what I was supposed to do though. My head was spinning and it was causing me to get a headache. Nope, I doubted anything could make this day any worse.

"What do I do?" I asked staring at him.

"I can't answer that either," Uncle Coop said shaking his head, "That's up to you. Just know that you're not alone. You can talk to me no matter what."

"Thanks, Uncle Coop. I kind of want to be alone right now though."

"Alright. Be safe, Wyatt."

Nodding my head I watched as Uncle Coop walked out of my bedroom closing the door behind him. As soon as the door closed I felt the need to call my uncle back, but I needed to be alone.

Today had started out good, but now I…Now I kind of wished that I hadn't left the house. I wasn't confused about my future anymore, but maybe it would be better if I was. At least no one would be upset with me.

With a shake of my head I looked around my room wondering what I should do cause I really didn't want to leave yet. My eyes finally landed on the book that was on my nightstand.

Smiling to myself I picked up the book and my favorite pen. I had time to write and if this was going to be my future then I should get started. And right now I had an amazing idea.

Candle light flickered angrily as the wind whipped through the hallway. The voices ringing louder and louder as the world spun. How was this possible? Could this truly have happened? No, this was a dream. A sick twisted dream that was causing her world to spiral out of control.

"How could you do this to me?" she yelled over the wind, "I did everything for you! I loved you more than anything!"

"You did nothing for me. You lied and cheated. You refused to bow to me. No, you did nothing and are nothing to me."

"I tried to be what you needed. Can you not see that? Please, please, do not do this."

"I have done nothing. This is all on your soul. Enjoy your castle. Built from the bones and the blood of your people, Milady."

The ground started to rumble as the thick black smoke that was covering the floor lifted. A scream echoed off the castle walls when she saw what he was talking about. The mangled bodies of all of her people were there. Children, woman, men, no one was saved.

I was about to become lost in my story when I heard a knock on my door. Sighing I put the pen down and stood up. I didn't want to deal with anyone right now, but ignoring them would make things worse.

Why was it I couldn't get five seconds alone when I wanted it the most, but the moment I wanted people around no one was there? Sometimes I couldn't help but truly hate people.

"Mom," I said leaning against the doorway.

"Can we talk?" Mom said softly.

Sighing I turned away while nodding my head. There was no way I would ever be able to tell Mom no when she was in one of these moods. Sadly, I was on the receiving end more then I'd like to admit.

"I might have over-reacted," Mom said sitting on my bed, "And I might not have let you explain yourself."

"Does it matter?" I said with a shrug, "You're just going to be more disappointed in me."

"Wyatt, I've never been disappointed in you."

"Until now."

Mom let out a soft sigh before standing up and pulling me into a hug. I always loved getting hugs from her. I had never felt more safe or at home when I was in her arms.

"I'm not disappointed in you, Wyatt," Mom said firmly, "I'm shocked and confused, but I'm not disappointed. Neither is your Father."

"I know it's weird," I said calmly, "But it just makes sense to me."

"Please, explain it to me. Make it make sense to me."

Pulling away from Mom I wondered what I was supposed to say. Nym made it make perfect sense when he explained it to me, but was I supposed to explain it the same way?

"Mom," I said picking up the book, "In this…I don't have to choose. I get to be anything. Everything. I don't have to wonder."

"You can be anything," Mom started to say.

"But I want to be everything. A doctor, a teacher, a child. I could be a dog if I wanted to. There's nothing saying what or who I have to be. I just am."

This time a sigh fell from Mom's lips. She was trying to understand and I knew that, but still part of me wanted this to be mine. I wanted no one to be able to truly understand what I was thinking.

All my life I was told who I was. I was the most powerful being, the Twice-Blessed child, the wielder of Excalibur, a witch, a whitelighter, it didn't matter what title. They defined who I was and I hated that.

Now, I could be anything. I was writing a story from the point of view of a woman right now. A woman who would have only existed back when King Arthur had been alive if anything. And it was amazing.

"Are you sure about this, Wyatt?" Mom asked cocking her head to the side.

"Yes," I said nodding, "I can do this, Mom. And I'll be free if any demons attack."

Mom couldn't help but chuckle at that. I was fairly good at magic, at least with my powers. When it came to spells and potions. Well, let's just say I left that to my Mom or Chris.

Now I'd just have all the time, at least when I wasn't writing, to focus on that. I couldn't really see the bad side about my decision. And if it didn't work out I could always change my mind later.

I doubted I was going to though. Nym made perfect sense to me. And this way I got to do something that I loved. No, this was going to be something I'd do for the rest of my life.

"Okay, Wyatt," Mom said nodding her head, "I'll support you in this, but I expect you to keep up with your Wiccan duties and to help out at the club when I need you to. Okay?"

"Okay," I said smiling, "Thanks Mom."

"No problem. You're my son and I love you. But I have to ask you one thing. Who is Nym?"