Post by StoryGirl83 on Jan 28, 2009 1:07:54 GMT -5
Chapter Forty-Five – Game Time
Back at the manor, Wyatt looked down at the spell his mom had written and a little further down at the spell he had written to reverse it. He grinned as he looked up at his mom. “Well, it won’t open a triquetra, but I bet it will do the trick.”
“So now we wait,” Piper sighed. “Would you like to play a game while we wait for Phoebe and Paige to return?”
Wyatt didn’t comment as he walked over to the playpen and pulled baby Chris up and out. His little brother looked up at him with trust in his eyes. Once Chris was safely in his arms he grinned up at his mom. “Yeah, I’d like that, but seeing as this is hopefully the last time I get this chance, I want to hold Chris while I can.”
Piper exchanged a glance with her husband and smiled. “It’s only fair after all the times he held you when you were younger.”
“He said he used to try palming babysitting me off on Dad,” Wyatt commented without looking up from his little brother in his arms.
Piper chuckled. “So what game would you like to play?”
Wyatt looked up and frowned before shrugging. “I don’t suppose I care. Pick something. I probably mastered it years ago.” He grinned mischievously. “I mean years from now.”
“We know what you mean,” Leo assured him as he reentered the room with small red notebook. “This is for you,” Leo told him holding out the notebook. “Put it somewhere you’ll find it when you return to your time.”
Wyatt shifted Chris to one arm and took the notebook out of his father’s hands. “What is it? Besides the obvious, I mean.”
“You’ll see,” Leo assured him, “but for now just put it someplace safe.”
Wyatt nodded as he walked over to a chest sitting on the floor. He stopped in front of it and opened the notebook. “Dear Wyatt,” he read in surprise. He turned around and looked at Leo. “When you said this was for me, I didn’t realize you meant only me.”
“Just put it away,” Leo repeater. “You can read it when you return to your time.”
Wyatt didn’t seem to hear him as he started reading aloud, again. “It is odd, odder than you will ever know to look down into a crib and know that baby there, that’s you.” Wyatt frowned at the words. Who wrote this? He looked down at the bottom of the page and found that it wasn’t the end of the entry. He flipped the page.
“Wyatt?”
“Huh?” Wyatt responded not paying much attention to his mother as he looked for the signature.
“How about a game of truth or dare?” Piper suggested.
Leo gave her a warning look. “Piper . . .”
Wyatt nodded absently. “Sure, Mom.” Baby Chris made a grab for the notebook and Wyatt dropped the notebook trying to keep his grip on his little brother. “Ah, Chris.”
Chris looked up at him with big eyes.
“Come on, Wyatt,” Piper urged. “Let’s go play the game.”
Wyatt looked up. “Right. Did we decide on a game?”
Piper nodded.
“What was it?” Wyatt frowned. “I think I missed that part of the conversation.”
Piper chuckled. “Truth or Dare.”
Wyatt’s eye grew wide. “Nope, not happening. I . . .” Chris would kill me. “Sorry, Mom. Choose a different game.”
Piper sighed. “Pity. I thought that would be fun.”
Wyatt shook his head hard and squatted down so he could pick up the notebook. As he got up he looked at it sorrowfully. “I guess I’ll go put this somewhere. It looks like there is a lot of reading to do to get through it.”
“And you can read it later,” Piper affirmed.
He sighed. “Okay. Pick a game that won’t require me to be on guard while Chris and I go find a place to hide this.” As he walked toward the door he looked around. Not here in the attic. Too much happens here, too big of a chance that something will happen to it. He opened the door and headed down the stairs contemplated everything he knew that would happen over the years to come. Some things it was just best not to mention. Chris had it right when he said if you don’t want to change things, be careful when you have the chance to change them else you change something you don’t mean to.
Chris. He looked down at his little brother. I need to get back home, to my time. I need to know you’re safe.