Post by StoryGirl83 on Dec 1, 2008 22:55:44 GMT -5
Forty – The Right Motivation
Present Day – 2005
Wyatt glanced at the triquetra. It wasn’t that he wanted to go home, or he hadn’t five minutes before. It was more that the thing had swallowed up his little brother and not him. Though everything in him argued that Chris was fine and in their own time, it still bothered him and made him want to return home to be sure.
Behind him Phoebe had tried half a dozen spells, but not one of them would reopen the triqutra. It was beginning to frustrate everyone.
Chris, he thought, not for the first time, trying to access the spell his brother had cast. As before, nothing happened. Most likely the spell couldn’t pass through time. It didn’t even seem to pass through space very well as they needed to be within the same building if not the same for it to work. The realization that the spell he had written to find Chris in another dimension had been stronger was pushed aside for the more immediate task of getting back to his brother. He didn’t think even that spell would travel through time. “I have to get back.” There was no longer doubt, hesitation, or even a desire to stay.
Piper looked up from a potion she was working, regret in her eyes. Already one son had gone back. This one she didn’t know so much, not as an adult. But still she wished he would stay. “Must you?”
Wyatt nodded as the clock downstairs greeted a new hour. “I must. It was fun and I enjoyed the chance to see the past, but it’s time I return.”
Phoebe looked at a clock as the grandfather downstairs quit clanging. “Can you at least wait until I get back? I have to be in class within half an hour.”
Wyatt nodded. “Hopefully that will give us enough time to figure something out.” He walked over to her and gave her a quick hug. Then, he stepped away from her and smiled.
As Phoebe walked away Paige froze. “Looks like I have to go, too.”
Piper looked at her with raised eyebrows. “Where are you off to?”
“It’s my Maori charge, again,” Paige informed her. “A te wa,” she told them before orbing off.
Piper looked around the room. Now only her husband and her sons remain. “I guess we’re going to have to figure this out without them.” She looked at the adult Wyatt. “I figure if you can’t cook you probably have trouble with potions. Am I right?”
Wyatt shrugged. “I’m working on it, but for now, yes.”
“How about spells? Can you write them?”
Wyatt smiled. “I’ve had a few that worked.”
Piper nodded. “All right. Since spells aren’t my thing and Phoebe’s no longer here, why don’t we work together to see if we can come up with one to open this thing up.”
Wyatt cast a doubtful look at the triquetra. “Maybe there’s another way. After all, unlike Chris, I didn’t arrive here through one. How’d you bring me here? Maybe we can modify that.”
Piper looked at him surprised, a sad little smile on her face. “That’s a good idea. Why don’t we go downstairs and work on it?”
Wyatt shook his head and held out his hand. He blinked and a paper appeared in in. “I want Dad to help.” He looked over at the playpen where little Wyatt and baby Chris where sound asleep. He smiled. “Without him, I might still be cursed.” He handed the paper with the spell over to Piper and looked at his dad. “Do you want to help us with this spell, Dad? You know magic. You have to have heard a thousand spells over the years. Would you help?” As he spoke he remembered a conversation with his dad as a boy.