31 Days ficlet - "Maybe Tomorrow"
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decadentdreamTitle: Maybe Tomorrow
Day/Theme: May 23 Sooner or later he brings up the Templars
Series: Charmed
Character/Pairing: Wyatt/Bianca, Paige, Henry, mentions of Phoebe
Rating: PG
Word Count: 805
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Bianca looked around quickly at the people that occupied the manor. She hardly recognized any of the faces. She supposed many of them were Ask Phoebe readers. After all it was her wedding… if you could call it that. She and her husband were merely renewing their vows, as love struck as they were. Wyatt aspired to be like them, like his own parents, he wanted to have the greatest love ever. She knew that lay down a steep challenge for her. She did think they had it, but on the other hand she had so many fears and insecurities that would take her over. They never seemed to be as blissful as the rest of his family. The revelation that his grandmother and grandfather had divorced though gave her some hope that this wasn’t some kind of perfectly manufactured family she was trying to fit into.
Swirling the champagne in her glass, Bianca turned her attention back to the conversation Wyatt was having with some people she minorly recognized. She leant back against the door frame, relieved when Paige and Henry joined them. These were faces she knew, and she was happy for it. It made her feel more comfortable.
“So what’s the latest gossip in this corner?” Paige inquired.
“Wyatt was trying to convince me violence is a good thing,” responded the man standing across from Wyatt.
Henry looked at Wyatt in a reprimanding manner. “Wyatt, I don’t want to have to haul you down to the station.”
“I wasn’t inciting violence,” Wyatt clarified. “I was simply explaining that having a cause to fight for is a good thing. Faith is a prominent advocate in boosting morale in hard times. Just look at the Templars, they wouldn’t have lasted for two centuries if they didn’t believe in what they were doing.”
Bianca smiled with amusement, whispering in a low voice to Paige: “It really doesn’t matter what he’s talking about. Sooner or later he brings up the Templars.”
“They were warrior monks in the middle ages,” the man countered.
“They’re hardly a stretch from us. They were tortured into confessing and burnt at the stake as we were in the past.”
“Why don’t we leave the conversation to the men and I chaperone you girls elsewhere?” Henry requested, seeing it was becoming a little heated.
“Like?” Paige asked innocently.
“There’s always a bouquet or two to catch,” he replied jovially.
“Well I don’t know what you’re planning, but as far as I know there’s only one girl here who isn’t married,” Paige jibed. Grabbing Bianca’s arm she pulled her away from the conversation and towards the chairs that lined the living room in the manor. She looked around quickly. “There’s just one thing… we seem to be missing the bride.”
Bianca glanced back towards the dining room and saw that Phoebe was in the middle of a hushed conversation with Wyatt. She saw a broad grin appear on Wyatt’s face and soon he was heading towards her.
“What are you so happy about?” she inquired.
“Oh, nothing,” he replied innocently, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him.
“Wyatt?” she pressed. He kept his lips tightly together, the smile on his face and in his eyes unable to hide his excitement. “You might as well tell me, you know how bad you are at keeping secrets.”
“Aunt Phoebe just had a premonition about us, that’s all.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“You’re not going to tell me what it was?”
“Well it involved a wedding and a number of kids.”
“Okay,” she said, content with that much knowledge. She could see he was busting to reveal the rest.
“Do you want to know?” he asked, hinting at her to say yes.
“If you want to tell me,” she agreed.
He looked thoughtfully into the air. “Well there happens to be a little boy in the future who has your dark hair and my intelligence, wit, charm, all the good bits.”
Bianca laughed as he looked back to her. “You’re so modest.”
“I know.”
“What else?”
He leaned in closer to her, keeping his voice low. “Then there’s going to be a little girl who looks just like you.” Softly he kissed her. “And then a little boy who looks just like me.” Again he kissed her. “And she couldn’t give me details on the other ten kids.”
Pulling away slightly, Bianca looked at him with shock then hit him harshly with the heel of her hand when she realized he was joking.
“Don’t torment me,” she chastised. “You know how worried I am about that.”
“And I think you have nothing to worry about. You’ll do great,” he said, tenderly kissing the top of her head. “Now don’t you have a bouquet to catch? I do want to get married someday.”
Day/Theme: May 23 Sooner or later he brings up the Templars
Series: Charmed
Character/Pairing: Wyatt/Bianca, Paige, Henry, mentions of Phoebe
Rating: PG
Word Count: 805
Written For:
31_daysBianca looked around quickly at the people that occupied the manor. She hardly recognized any of the faces. She supposed many of them were Ask Phoebe readers. After all it was her wedding… if you could call it that. She and her husband were merely renewing their vows, as love struck as they were. Wyatt aspired to be like them, like his own parents, he wanted to have the greatest love ever. She knew that lay down a steep challenge for her. She did think they had it, but on the other hand she had so many fears and insecurities that would take her over. They never seemed to be as blissful as the rest of his family. The revelation that his grandmother and grandfather had divorced though gave her some hope that this wasn’t some kind of perfectly manufactured family she was trying to fit into.
Swirling the champagne in her glass, Bianca turned her attention back to the conversation Wyatt was having with some people she minorly recognized. She leant back against the door frame, relieved when Paige and Henry joined them. These were faces she knew, and she was happy for it. It made her feel more comfortable.
“So what’s the latest gossip in this corner?” Paige inquired.
“Wyatt was trying to convince me violence is a good thing,” responded the man standing across from Wyatt.
Henry looked at Wyatt in a reprimanding manner. “Wyatt, I don’t want to have to haul you down to the station.”
“I wasn’t inciting violence,” Wyatt clarified. “I was simply explaining that having a cause to fight for is a good thing. Faith is a prominent advocate in boosting morale in hard times. Just look at the Templars, they wouldn’t have lasted for two centuries if they didn’t believe in what they were doing.”
Bianca smiled with amusement, whispering in a low voice to Paige: “It really doesn’t matter what he’s talking about. Sooner or later he brings up the Templars.”
“They were warrior monks in the middle ages,” the man countered.
“They’re hardly a stretch from us. They were tortured into confessing and burnt at the stake as we were in the past.”
“Why don’t we leave the conversation to the men and I chaperone you girls elsewhere?” Henry requested, seeing it was becoming a little heated.
“Like?” Paige asked innocently.
“There’s always a bouquet or two to catch,” he replied jovially.
“Well I don’t know what you’re planning, but as far as I know there’s only one girl here who isn’t married,” Paige jibed. Grabbing Bianca’s arm she pulled her away from the conversation and towards the chairs that lined the living room in the manor. She looked around quickly. “There’s just one thing… we seem to be missing the bride.”
Bianca glanced back towards the dining room and saw that Phoebe was in the middle of a hushed conversation with Wyatt. She saw a broad grin appear on Wyatt’s face and soon he was heading towards her.
“What are you so happy about?” she inquired.
“Oh, nothing,” he replied innocently, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him.
“Wyatt?” she pressed. He kept his lips tightly together, the smile on his face and in his eyes unable to hide his excitement. “You might as well tell me, you know how bad you are at keeping secrets.”
“Aunt Phoebe just had a premonition about us, that’s all.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“You’re not going to tell me what it was?”
“Well it involved a wedding and a number of kids.”
“Okay,” she said, content with that much knowledge. She could see he was busting to reveal the rest.
“Do you want to know?” he asked, hinting at her to say yes.
“If you want to tell me,” she agreed.
He looked thoughtfully into the air. “Well there happens to be a little boy in the future who has your dark hair and my intelligence, wit, charm, all the good bits.”
Bianca laughed as he looked back to her. “You’re so modest.”
“I know.”
“What else?”
He leaned in closer to her, keeping his voice low. “Then there’s going to be a little girl who looks just like you.” Softly he kissed her. “And then a little boy who looks just like me.” Again he kissed her. “And she couldn’t give me details on the other ten kids.”
Pulling away slightly, Bianca looked at him with shock then hit him harshly with the heel of her hand when she realized he was joking.
“Don’t torment me,” she chastised. “You know how worried I am about that.”
“And I think you have nothing to worry about. You’ll do great,” he said, tenderly kissing the top of her head. “Now don’t you have a bouquet to catch? I do want to get married someday.”
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Date: 2006-05-23 07:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-24 01:28 am (UTC)Wyatt & Bianca is love. And yeah they get their own little family (was remembering who I saw in that future clip with the grandkids). Do you know I already have a name for their daughter? I was so thinking up a whole scene between her and Bianca this morning. I'm so bad LOL *needs to get mind off Bianca & onto Halliwell bros fic*