His brother was in love.

His brother was in love and for the first time in his life Wyatt was no longer the most important person in Chris's life. God knew the young hybrid had known it would happen at some point but the idea that it would happen now had never occurred to the eldest Halliwell son.

Ever since Chris was born Wyatt had someone to laugh, share, and fight with and had never had to worry that their friendship would die. Chris was his best friend and for nearly twenty-four years Wyatt had been his; he told himself he wasn't losing anything. Chris would always be his best friend and Wyatt should be happy that his brother had found someone to share his future with but he had lost something. He would never again be the person that meant everything to Chris.

No, that was Bianca; the twenty-nine year old Phoenix who hadn't even wanted to fall in love. Wyatt didn't know whether or not to give her credit for that; the raven haired assassin had fought against her connection with Chris as much as destiny would allow her. She had tried to walk away.

"But they're soul mates," Wyatt whispered to himself before taking his shot of bourbon.

It was true. Bianca and Chris were fated to find each other life after life; too stubborn to ever love anyone else and as he thought about the woman who had invaded his happy family Wyatt grimaced. Bianca didn't want to be in love with Chris; how was a woman like that worthy of his little brother? He deserved someone who wanted to be there!

So engrossed in his thoughts, Wyatt didn't hear the doors slam shut; didn't see his little sister walk up to him until she hopped on the bar stool to his left and grabbed his bottle of bourbon, preferring to drink from the bottle instead of a glass.

"He's going to be okay," Mel wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. "You know this, right?"

And as the eldest and youngest children of Piper and Leo dealt with their misgivings and drank in remembrance of the life they used to lead, Wyatt and Mel came to terms with how their lives were about to change.

One year later…

Wyatt hurried into the dry cleaners' and searched his jean pockets for his ticket, nervous that yet another thing would go wrong. Why Chris and Bianca didn't have a small, low-key wedding he didn't know but what Wyatt did know was that the bachelor party had nearly killed most of the groomsman and had ended with the men deleting any evidence of the event before memory dust was used to honor their promises to keep any knowledge of their goings on private. Chris had nearly killed him for that weekend and it certainly didn't help that Wyatt had forgotten to pick up their tuxes yesterday when he was supposed to.

Walking back to his car with the tuxes in stow, Wyatt threw them on the passenger side seat and talking to himself muttered, "Chris wouldn't kill me. It's gotta be bad luck to kill the Best Man the day before the wedding," slamming the door shut before slamming into a petite redhead, only barely reaching out in time to save her from falling on her ass.

"I'm so sorry," Wyatt stared into her hazel eyes, unable to tear his gaze away to realize he was still holding her pressed against his body.

"Don't worry about it," she replied with a flirtatious half smile, "but do you think you could let me go?" Fumbling to release her Wyatt finally seemed to gain some awareness again and apologized profusely, picking up the dry cleaning he had knocked out of her hands. "Thanks."

Wyatt turned to look at the shops around them in an attempt to somehow undo his klutzy behavior. "Uh, do you think I could make it up to you? There's a coffee shop across the—"

When he turned to look at her she was gone and he looked wildly up and down the street to see if he could find her in the distance but it was too late; she was gone.

Wyatt, Junior and little Darryl made up the entire contents of Chris's groomsmen while Mel, Prue, Helena and Astrid served as Bianca's bridesmaids; her family had declined their invitations to the celebration and only the Phoenix's mortal friends and other magical contacts would be in attendance for her side.

That was okay with her; Bianca had long since disassociated herself with her coven when she had discovered the truth her mother had hid away from her; being a killer isn't painless, you do feel it deep in your soul. Still, it would have been nice to see some familiar faces as they went through with the rehearsal and the walk down the aisle.

The couple had decided to hold the wedding in Golden Gate Park at their spot. It was the first place they had ever seen one another and neither could think of a better place to hold the ceremony. They began at dusk, just as the sun was no longer visible and the night sky was a marriage of amber and blue topaz; stars shining down from the heavens above.

Piper and the aunts had decorated the space with yellow yarrow and baby's breath; Bianca's favorite flowers. After the hand fasting ritual they migrated toward Fay Park for the reception. It was truly beautiful and a joyous celebration.

After the toasts Wyatt excused himself from the bridal party and headed over to the makeshift bar area where their main bartender from P3 was mixing drinks. Holding up two fingers, Danny nodded and poured two fingers into a tumbler before sliding it down the bar.

"Neat trick," an eerily familiar voice spoke from behind him and Wyatt turned with a disbelieving smirk on his face and a raised eyebrow. "Do you think you can do it again? I haven't been able to make it past the other bar flies in almost twenty minutes and you kind of owe me," the red head rolled her eyes and gave him that too familiar half smile, throwing in a cute little head tilt.

"I do recall trying to get you a drink to make up for it," Wyatt found his composure, "but you wouldn't remember since you vanished on me without a trace. Let me see what I can do," and caught Danny's attention. After handing her a drink, Wyatt gently took hold of her elbow and guided her away toward a quiet corner; dimly lit and away from prying eyes.

Holding out a seat, Wyatt sat and placed his drink on a small café table; quietly looking her over. Her hair was as red as he remembered, styled in loose waves that came down past her shoulder blades; one side pinned behind her ear while they other only slightly cloaked her porcelain face in mystery. "So how do you know the happy couple?"

"I'm a friend of Bianca's. We met a few years ago on campus. Birdie was working on her masters at the time. You?"

"Chris is my little brother. You call Bianca 'Birdie?'"

Nodding, she laughed a little. "Well, I'm glad to see you didn't die. I wouldn't want bad luck for the happy couple."

It took him a minute before he remembered his mad ranting that day, distracting him and causing him to walk straight into her. "No, we wouldn't. I'm Wyatt, by the way."

"Rae," she held out a hand and shivered as he braced his palm to hers. "It's a pleasure to meet you."