Post by StoryGirl83 on Aug 27, 2008 21:33:50 GMT -5
Charmed: Heritage
Episode 1X02 - Chris Perry’s Favorite Relative
Episode 1X02 - Chris Perry’s Favorite Relative
Chapter One - A Special Visitor
It was early evening in mid January that found Wyatt Halliwell, well known for his messy habits, busy picking up stuff off the floor and putting them into drawers and onto shelves. Despite having worked on his room since he had gotten off work from his job at the Museum of Natural History earlier that evening, his bed was still unmade and there were still clothes all over the place. A room as messy as Wyatt’s didn’t get cleaned in one afternoon.
The sound of the front door of the apartment he shared with his younger brother, Chris, opening, did not cause Wyatt to so much as pause. The sound of his brother’s voice did.
“Wyatt are you home?” Christopher Halliwell called into the apartment after glancing into the living room, a room which contained exactly two couches, one chair, a bookcase, and a TV.
In his bedroom across the small hall from the living room, Wyatt stopped and glanced toward his closed door. “In here, Chris.” Wyatt returned to picking up his stuff.
After a moment the door opened and Chris walked in. His face changed instantly from one of disinterest to one of surprise. “Are you cleaning?”
Wyatt didn’t even look up to answer. “Looks that way.”
“While I’m glad,” Chris informed him, looking around a little confused, “mind telling me why?”
“Didn’t I tell you?” Wyatt asked, this time looking up.
Chris shook his head. “Nothing. What’s up?”
“No point telling you now,” Wyatt said smiling slightly. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
“Something’s going on,” Chris stated, as if trying to be sure he heard Wyatt correctly, “but you won’t tell me.”
Wyatt looked up at a clock in the wall. It said five minutes until six. “Wait about five minutes and you’ll . . .”
The sound of a knock on the door stopped Wyatt mid-sentence. He grinned at Chris and said, “Why don’t you get that?”
Chris game him a speculative look and walked out of the room into the hall. He turned right and crossed the dozen or so feet between the door of Wyatt’s bedroom and the front door of their apartment. He opened the door, stopping short and staring at the sight of his grandpa, Victor Bennett. After the surprise sunk in Chris threw his arms around Victor and drew him into a hug. “Grandpa!”
With a smile on his face Victor hugged his grandson right back.