blessed_twice: (Wyatt is looking at you and smiling)
Wyatt had been hard at work all morning baby-proofing the Manor. Fortunately, even though it was an old building, it had been blown up and rebuilt so many times over the years that a lot of the structure had been modernized. And on top of that, Piper and Leo had done a lot of work before he and Chris had been born.

Mostly he was making certain all potion and spell ingredients were safely -- and magically -- locked away. There was no telling what mischief a part-witch, part-whitelighter, part-alien baby was going to get into when she was born.

[Open for the baby mama, visiting relatives, or any phone calls/texts/whatever.]
Wyatt had decided to give Isabel a call. As one does.

But when she picked up the phone, before he could say hello, he -- what else -- began to sing.

No other face would take you off my mind
You're so refined
You're much too kind
I have to warn you I'm never gonna set you free
'Cause I was born to
Love you for eternity

Whenever you're away from me
Wherever you go
You're never far away from me
I want you to know
I only have to close my eyes dear
And suddenly I'm where you are
You better never stray
Cos I'll never be far away

On every breeze I seem to hear your name
My heart's aflame
I feel the same
I'd fall apart dear if you let the feelin' end
Don't break a heart dear that nobody else could mend

Whenever you're away from me
Wherever you go
You're never far away from me
I want you to know
I only have to close my eyes dear
And suddenly I'm where you are
You better never stray
Cos I'll never be far away


Oh, Fandom.
Wyatt had wandered downstairs to scrounge for food. A flash of light from the living room caught his eye, so, wary for any danger, he stepped into the room. A woman dressed in shining silver armor and radiating a brilliant light stood there. "Who are you?" Wyatt demanded, shielding his eyes. "What are you doing here? Excalibur!"

The woman laughed. "I'm right here, my king," she said.

His sword hadn't appeared in his hand like it should've when he called. Wyatt stared at the woman. "You're trying to tell me you're my sword?" he said.

"I am, my lord," the woman said, bowing her head.

Life as a witch and living in Fandom made Wyatt used to a lot of weird stuff. So no one should be terribly surprised that his reaction wasn't one of completely denial, but instead was: "No way! My sword is not a girl!"


[Open for the gf or the brother if they happen to be about. :) ]
After a brief stop in Vegas to pick up Isabel (and a few moments of "maybe I shouldn't go" and a Look from Isabel), Wyatt orbed them to the home of his real mother. As far as most of the world still knew in that dimension, Piper Halliwell, her husband, and her sisters were dead, so they couldn't live at the Manor, of course.

Wyatt hated feeling so anxious about a stupid, possibly completely wrong, memory. He squeezed Isabel's hand and knocked on the door.
After making plans to visit his mother -- the Piper who actually gave birth to him, not the Piper he met at Fandom -- later in the week, Wyatt figured he'd better talk to Isabel and tell her about it. Because if he didn't, he'd be all angsty about turning evil and she'd kick his ass. That and he needed someone to talk to, someone who wasn't Chris.

[For the hot blonde alien chick.]
Sprawled on his bed and watching TV -- well, the TV was on, but he was flipping through the channels, unable to find anything to hold his interest -- Wyatt had drifted off to sleep. He had been feeling unsettled all day for reasons unknown, though he knew part of the reason had to be his recent experience with the portal. The world he'd found himself in had been a future San Francisco, torn apart by a war that brought him, his potential evil future self, to power. He should have orbed right home, but he was compelled to see what the word was and maybe learn how it came to be. He pretended to be the Wyatt who ruled there as humans and demons alike bowed and scraped to him.

There had been a woman brought before him, hands chained with magical bonds to prevent her from using her powers. He didn't know her name; his demons just referred to her as "the Phoenix," and he wasn't about to blow his cover by asking who she was. He wasn't sure if she was witch or demon, but she stared him in the eye, unflinching, swearing that no matter what he did to her, he wouldn't break her. But he could sense the fear she tried so hard to hide. She knew what power his counterpart had, and it terrified her. It terrified him, too.

He wasn't about to torture her, but if he let her go, it might make his demonic entourage suspicious, so he continued to play his role, engaging her in conversation. This seemed to unnerve her, but it also gave him a few tidbits of information. She was engaged to the Chris of this world and wore his ring on her finger. She'd served him once, but joined with Chris to fight against him. Her biggest concern was not her own life, but that of his brother.

He'd dismissed her, telling his demons to return her to her cell, and he would deal with her later. Then he demanded privacy so he could think. He had to find a way to let the girl go, and maybe get her to bring him to Chris and explain who he was. But all plans were ruined when the portal reappeared and took him home, though he was relieved to be back in his world.

He dreamed of that Wyatt now, of magic and power and how seductive it felt. He'd do good with that power, he swore, but he could feel the darkness chasing him, almost like it was a tangible force.

He woke up drenched his sweat, his heart racing. Glad his roommate wasn't around, he took a few minutes to try to calm down, then grabbed his phone and called Chris. He didn't get an answer, so he left a voicemail, trying hard to sound casual. Then he dialed a second number, really really hoping she picked up.

[For the girlfriend and great slowplay.]
TO: isabel.evans@unlv.edu
FROM: wyatt.halliwell@sfsu.com
DATE: August 25
SUBJECT: Finally got my course schedule sorted out!

I tried to avoid a Friday class, but obviously demons do the scheduling here.

ENVS 300 01 Introduction to Environmental Studies, Monday/Wednesday, 9:35-10:50

CLAS 330.01 Ancient Epic Tales, Monday/Wednesday/Friday, 11:00 - 11:50 (I can see your shocked face)

GEOL 302.02 The Violent Earth, Tuesday/Thursday 11:00 - 12:15

ASTR 115.01 Introduction to Astronomy, Tuesday/Thursday 1:45 - 3:00

ENGL 160.01 The Vampire Tradition, Thursdays 7:00 - 9:45 (No, really! It's an English elective. I figured it would be amusing and maybe informative. Should I be worried that it's taught at night, though?)

See you soon!

Love,
Wyatt
This was not on the schedule! )

[Preplayed with the lovely [livejournal.com profile] izzyalienqueen.]
Twelve or so hours of driving (including stops for gas, food, cheesy tourist attractions, and other necessities) brought Wyatt and Isabel from Alexandria to Nashville. Driving cross-country was going to take a lot longer than orbing, but it was worth it for the experience and the company. And, of course, stopping at every Guy Fieri-endorsed diner they could find along the way.

Wyatt actually had a destination in mind for a late dinner, one he'd found recommended on the Food Network website. So after they'd checked into their motel, Wyatt led Isabel on the short walk to the Tin Angel.

"Dork," Isabel laughed.

"C'mon, I had to," Wyatt said, opening up the door and holding it for her.


[For great slowplay with the GF.]
Post-prom, Wyatt and Isabel had returned to his room. They probably wouldn't have fallen into so restful a sleep if they thought about what had happened after the prom last year.

Cut for cuteness. )

[ooc: preplayed with the lovely [livejournal.com profile] izzyalienqueen and [livejournal.com profile] weehalfangels.]
Wyatt almost couldn't believe he was done with school. He'd had his last final that morning, and next was graduation. Which he'd been told in the past involved aliens and jello dragons, so he couldn't wait to see what was going to happen this year. Might as well relax while he could.

[For the brother. And the girlfriend.]
Wyatt was in his room, staring at his phone. He knew he should call his mother -- both of them -- but he was having a hard time figuring out what to say to them. Hi, I turned evil, ask me how?

[ooc: for the neurotic brother.]
After making a few phone calls, Wyatt tried to figure a way to get Prue out of the spider's cocoon. He tried orbing and a few spells he quickly came up with, and even summoned Excalibur to try to slice the webbing off. Nothing worked. And his brother was still unconscious in the bathroom. Not a good day.


[ooc: for the people who actually live in this room and them that was called or called by those who were called.]
After toying with his brother's "roommate," Wyatt withdrew to the room he had first found himself in to get some rest. Even megalomaniacs with phenomenal cosmic power needed to nap. The meditative state he put himself in was light enough that if anyone tried to come in, he'd wake up immediately.

Stupid brother.

Stupid island.

Still not king.

[ooc: for the pissed-off girlfriend.]
Playing babysitter for the wee incarnation of his girlfriend hadn't been on Wyatt's agenda for the weekend, but he would do his best to deal and just hope that once the weekend was over, Fandom would restore her to normal. If not, he'd have to send her out to San Francisco to live with his five-year-old self or something.

He held Isabel's hand as he orbed them to the beach. "There you go," he said. "Where do you want to make your castle?"

[For [livejournal.com profile] izzyalienqueen, [livejournal.com profile] neurotic_witch, [livejournal.com profile] snarkyprincess, [livejournal.com profile] walks_two_paths, and [livejournal.com profile] fantastic_torch.]
A beep from his cellphone woke Wyatt up. Trying not to wake up Isabel, Wyatt fumbled for the phone and saw he had a text message waiting from Savannah.

Easing himself from the bed, Wyatt started to get dressed. Isabel made a sleepy noise of protest, and he bent over the bed and kissed her. "Savannah needs some help with something," he said. "I'll be back soon."

"You'd better," she murmured.

"Promise," he said, kissing her again, then heading out the door to meet Savannah.
After orbing himself, Isabel, Michael, and Ronan from the beach, and after Ronan and Michael had left them, Wyatt shut the door behind them and walked across the room. He put his hands on Isabel's arms. "Hey," he said softly. "How are you doing?"
After they'd seen Isabel disintegrate before their eyes, Chris had orbed himself, Dean, and Meg -- and Wyatt and Michael, both unconscious -- back to Fandom, to Wyatt's room. Dean had left with Meg and Michael, and Chris didn't envy Dean having to break the news to Michael about what had happened.

Some time later, Wyatt began to stir. He realized he was lying in his own bed in Fandom. So it had all been a dream, right? Isabel was fine. But when he listed his head he saw his brother sitting near the bed, a sad and anxious look on his face. "What happened?" he demanded.

''I'm so sorry, Wy,'' Chris said. )

[Pre-played with [livejournal.com profile] neurotic_witch and [livejournal.com profile] repeterpetrelli, Specific details of the conversation NFB, NFI, OOC is love]

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