Room 208, Saturday late morning

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt woke up in a cranky mood. He shouldn't be in this place, he should be out bending the world to his will. He was the Twice-Blessed Child, after all, and the most powerful force of magic the world would ever know. Good and Evil were meaningless. It was all about power.

And then there was his traitorous brother to deal with. He couldn't believe Chris, of all people, would turn on him. He could forgive his brother -- if he promised to never cross him again.

He heaved a sigh of frustration and randomly TK'd a lamp across the room, smashing it against the door.


[It always said Saturday -- you need your eyes checked. Wyatt is his evil!self from Chris-Crossed and other episodes.]

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[blessed_twice]

Wyatt looked Chris over. "Are you telling me you're not fighting for team good anymore?"

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

Chris made a face as if that were the most horrific thing Wyatt could have ever said. "I never fought for team good."

[blessed_twice]

"If this is some sort of trick, I'll kick your ass," Wyatt said suspiciously.

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

"I don't know why the hell you would think I'm good, but let's go raise a little hell together," Chris suggested.

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt slung an arm around Chris's shoulders. "Sounds good to me, little brother," he said. "I like this look on you."

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

"There is far too much good in this place. Let's go see what we can do to change that," Chris said.

[blessed_twice]

"Lead the way," Wyatt said with a grin.