Post by StoryGirl83 on Sept 20, 2008 18:16:25 GMT -5
Chapter Four – The Brothers Two
Elsewhere in San Francisco, Wyatt was asleep in his bed. The room was somewhat messy, clothes thrown on a chair, the end of the bed, and the floor. The covers were twisted up, barely covering any of Wyatt Halliwell’s body. He was drenched in sweat, his sleep the night before having been anything but peaceful.
At the sound of the phone ringing in another room, Wyatt’s eyes shot open. He sat up and looked toward the door. He held out his hand and the apartment phone appeared in blue and white orbs. He pushed the on button and put the phone to his ear, grateful to get away from impossible nightmares of his missing girlfriend and her missing sister. His voice was stressed as he spoke into the phone. “Morning. This is Wyatt.”
Concern laced Leo’s voice as he asked, “Are you alright?”
“Just a nightmare,” Wyatt assured him, trying to get back in control of his voice. Was it just a nightmare? Is she still out there somewhere? He refused to voice his thoughts. “A really detailed nightmare,” he added, as if that would calm his dad, “but just a nightmare. Don’t worry about it.”
“Are you sure?” Leo persisted.
A half smile formed on Wyatt’s lips. “Yeah. I’m fine.”
Temporarily satisfied, Leo made a mental note to ask his son about it later. “I’ll drop if for now. I’m calling to see when you two plan to be over. Your mom just went downstairs to work on breakfast with Melinda. Do you want to join us for breakfast?”
“Yeah,” Wyatt’s smile widened. “I’ll get Chris. See you soon, Dad.”
“Bye, Son,” Leo told him before he hung up.
Wyatt pushed the off button on the phone and put it down. He climbed out of his bed clad only in boxers, sweat creating a sheen on his skin. He walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of pants and a shirt. As he dressed he walked over to his bookshelf and pulled off some papers. Before going to bed, he had worked on his idea for a while, hoping to find something useful, or even to come up with some other idea they could try. So far he was still sure his idea would work, but after looking at it with a detached point of view, he understood why everyone else didn’t seem to like it. He folded the papers and stuffed them into his pocket.
He walked to the door of his room and pulled it open. He walked out into the hallway and turning left, he walked the few steps past the bathroom and stopped in front of his brother’s door.
Chris was asleep on his bed. Unlike his brother, his covers were almost neat and covered him past his shoulders. There was a peaceful expression on his face.
The sound of a knock on his door was followed by his brother’s voice, “Chris?”
Chris shifted in his sleep.
Wyatt knocked on the door, again. “Chris, it’s Wyatt.”
Chris didn’t open his eyes as he responded. “Go away.”
“Can’t,” Wyatt informed him. “Dad called.”
Chris sighed, his eyes still closed. “I heard the phone.”
“He wants us to come to breakfast,” Wyatt informed him.
“What on earth for?” Chris asked, only half awake.
“I’m thinking Aunt Prue and the others,” Wyatt retorted back.
That caught Chris attention. His eyes flew opened as he responded. “Oh. Sorry, I’m only half awake. Yeah, give me a few minutes.”
“Not a problem,” Wyatt conceded, easily. “I’ll meet you there.”
Chris pushed the covers off. He had no shirt. He climbed out of bed, revealing pajama bottoms. “See you there then.”