Fic: Phoenyx Falling (Wyatt, Chris, Bianca)

Title: Phoenyx Falling
Characters/Pairing: Wyatt Halliwell, Chris Halliwell/Bianca
Word Count: 856
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The WB and Brad Kern own Charmed, but they are evil.
Summary: What happened to Bianca after Chris left her dying in the future?
Author's Note: Written for dragonsinger for fandom_stocking, and tinylegacies is making me continue it. :) Thank you to not_from_stars for the beta! <3


Wyatt had let Chris get away with far too much over the years. He'd overlooked his little brother's insolence and challenges. That had been a mistake. That would have to end.

Except his brother's attitude was apparently infectious. Bianca had been a good servant, but somehow she'd fallen for Chris and joined his side. Punishment had returned her to his service, or so he had thought. She had obeyed and dragged Chris back from the past, but she protested his treatment of Chris, and now she dared use her powers against him, temporarily immobilizing him as Chris peeled back the floorboard and found a spell which returned his powers to him.

Wyatt managed to free himself just as Chris recited the spell. He kicked backwards, sending Bianca flying across the room. He hadn't been aiming to impale her on the broken table leg, but it didn't displease him, either. Unfortunately, Chris's despair at Bianca's mortal injury gave him renewed strength, and he used his telekinesis to throw Wyatt into the wall. He was stunned for a moment, but to tell the truth, he enjoyed watching his brother's pain as he rushed to Bianca's side, trying to see if there was a way to save her.

Bianca pressed something into Chris's hand. "If you can finish what we started.... Hurry, take the spell so he can't send anyone else. Go!"

Wyatt pushed himself to his feet as Chris dashed over to the Book of Shadows. "Hear these words, hear the rhyme, heed the hope within my mind," he began to recite. Wyatt conjured an energy ball and threw it, but Chris used his powers to deflect it. "Send me back to where I'll find what I wish in space and time."

The portal on the wall opened, and Chris ran toward it. Wyatt threw another energy ball but missed as his brother disappeared. He snarled and threw another at the now restored wall, then stalked over to Bianca. The table leg had punctured a lung, judging by the blood flecking her lips. "That looks like it hurts," he said, nudging her body with his foot.

"Chris...will stop you..." she managed to gasp. Her eyelids fluttered as she began to lose her hold on life.

"Not so fast," Wyatt said, crouching down beside her. "I'm not letting you get away that easily." He snapped the table leg in half, then yanked Bianca off it, dropping her on the floor.

She cried out in agony at the movements. "Go ahead, torture me," she spat at him. "It won't change anything."

Wyatt pressed his hand over the gaping hole in her chest, healing it just enough to make sure she didn't die on him. He didn't have to touch her to heal her, but he was petty enough to push down to cause her more pain. "You're so devoted to my brother," he sighed. "Pity he isn't as devoted to you."

"What are you talking about?" Bianca said.

"Why don't I show you?" Wyatt said. He waved his hand, conjuring an image of Chris standing in the attic, looking through the Book of Shadows. A portal opened and a leather-clad woman walked out.

Chris was angry at her appearance for a moment, but he softened when the woman said, "We all understand the risks."

"I'd never hurt you, Mist," Chris said, moving closer to the woman. "You know that."

"You would if you had to," Mist said. "I know that too."

Piper voice called out from downstairs. "You'd better go," Chris said, then gave Mist a lingering kiss.

"Please, hurry," Mist said, then stepped through the portal again. Wyatt waved his hand again and the vision faded.

"That's a trick!" Bianca accused, trying to scoot away from Wyatt.

"Are you so sure about that?" Wyatt said. "Tell you what. You can die now, and he can go console himself in the arms of a leather-clad bimbo, or I can heal you, and you can find out for yourself if he's betrayed you." He had to hide his smirk. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, particularly when that woman was a Phoenix. And his brother wooing a Valkyrie to further his aims played right into his hands.

He could see the indecision in Bianca's eyes. She didn't want to die, but she didn't want to serve him again. Not that she had a choice. Maybe she was telling herself she could somehow trick him and find Chris again. Or maybe that tiny doubt he'd planted was starting to eat away at her. It made no matter what she thought. She would serve him, he'd make sure of it.

"Heal me," she finally whispered.

"What's the magic word?" he taunted.

"Please," she said, swallowing. "Heal me and . . . show me the truth."

Wyatt healed her injury fully, then helped her to her feet. "You deserve so much better than my brother, Bianca," he said, touching his hand to her face. She flinched, but he didn't care. The battle was hardly over, and he'd punish his brother by stealing what he loved. The perfect price for his defiance.