Wyatt - 3/40 - Prompt: Dance
Title: School Dance
Author: dragonsinger
Summary: Wyatt runs into a demon at a school dance.
Disclaimer: Wyatt and the concept of Charmed aren't mine. They belong to Burge, Kern, and Spelling Entertainment.
The music pounded, vibrating off the floor and walls and shaking the small windows that lined the top of the room. A few teenagers moved and bounced across the dance floor; the rest lined the gym, too cool to dance with the others. On one end of the large room sat a DJ with his table and giant speakers on either side. Everything was decorated in matching red and green paper with wreaths on every door and there was a Christmas tree situated in the corner.
Wyatt Halliwell felt Tessa Connors squeeze his hand as they entered the annual Christmas dance. He turned his brown eyes to her and smiled. He hadn’t wanted to come in the first place, but Tessa’s hopeful plea had changed his mind.
“Look! There’s DJ!” she called, pointing to a spot near the food table. Without waiting for a response, she led him across the gym.
He caught DJ Morris’s eye and waved as they came closer. DJ had his arm draped around his girlfriend Zoey Bryant’s shoulders and was deep in conversation with a fellow football teammate that Wyatt didn’t know. Once they reached him, DJ immediately welcomed them into the conversation.
“Wyatt, Jonathan here was just telling me about Mr. Spivey and his toupee. Did you know he had a toupee?”
Wyatt chuckled. “Yeah, it kind of fell off the last time I was in his office.”
DJ raised an eyebrow. “Did you have a hand in that, buddy?”
“Who? Me?” Wyatt’s eyes widened innocently.
“Hey, Wyatt, they’re playing a slow song. Wanna dance?” Tessa asked, her blue eyes bright.
Wyatt shrugged, running a hand through his blond hair. “Sure.” He had never been the best dancer, but there wasn’t much to slow dancing.
He allowed his small, redheaded date to lead him onto the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she wrapped hers around his neck. Awkwardly, they swayed to the song.
Inwardly, Wyatt sighed to himself. At fifteen, this was his first real school dance, and he hadn’t been sure how to act. His parents assured him that he would be fine. His aunts then proceeded to regale him with stories about the various school dances they had attended, leaving him red-faced and embarrassed. In truth, he was just grateful for a night where he could be a normal teenager.
As he was getting comfortable, a girl with dark hair brushed by him, bumping into his arm. The vision hit him so fast that he nearly tripped over Tessa’s feet. The dark-haired girl was outside the gym, her youth being drained away from her by a pair of hands. As quickly as it had come, the vision vanished, and Wyatt found himself looking down at Tessa.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I’ll be right back,” he answered. He then ducked into the crowd to find the dark-haired girl.
“Wyatt!” Tessa yelled behind him.
He found the girl as she was heading out the side door of the gym with a guy Wyatt didn’t recognize. Picking up his pace, he caught the door as it closed. He heard the scream the minute he stepped outside.
“Hey!” he yelled.
The boy whipped his head around in Wyatt’s direction, his eyes the equivalent of black holes. He moved one of his hands from the girl’s face, throwing a fireball in Wyatt’s direction.
Unfazed, Wyatt threw up his hands, freezing the ball, the demon, and the girl in place. He reached his destination and examined the situation. He couldn’t just blow up the demon; he was too closely connected to the girl. Cautiously, he grabbed the hand that was latched onto her face, moving it away from her cheek.
That’s when the demon unfroze. Seeing his arm in Wyatt’s hand, he pushed against the hold. He knocked the other boy to the ground, diving for his face. Wyatt threw up his hands again, intending to destroy the demon. Only his left arm burst into tiny particles.
“Great,” Wyatt muttered.
A scream behind the demon let Wyatt know that the girl had unfrozen as well.
Using all his strength, he threw the demon off him and scrambled to his feet. He reached the girl and tossed up his deflecting shield.
“What the hell did you do to me?” the girl demanded.
“I’ll explain later,” he supplied. Concentrating all of his energy, he threw out his other hand. The demon exploded, leaving nothing behind him.
Lowering his shield, Wyatt turned to the girl. When he started high school, his father had given him a bag of Whitelighter dust. “In case you have to fight something at school,” he had explained. Wyatt dug the bag out of his pocket. Opening it, he sprinkled some on the girl before she said anything else.
“None of this ever happened,” he said softly, meeting her eyes.
She absently nodded, and he gently led her back into the gym. Leaving her on the nearest set of bleachers, he made his way back to Tessa. She wasn’t the least bit happy to see him.
“What was that all about?” she questioned.
Wyatt just grinned. “I had to go to the bathroom really badly.”
She rolled her eyes. “Boys! They can be so selfish!”
Author: dragonsinger
Summary: Wyatt runs into a demon at a school dance.
Disclaimer: Wyatt and the concept of Charmed aren't mine. They belong to Burge, Kern, and Spelling Entertainment.
The music pounded, vibrating off the floor and walls and shaking the small windows that lined the top of the room. A few teenagers moved and bounced across the dance floor; the rest lined the gym, too cool to dance with the others. On one end of the large room sat a DJ with his table and giant speakers on either side. Everything was decorated in matching red and green paper with wreaths on every door and there was a Christmas tree situated in the corner.
Wyatt Halliwell felt Tessa Connors squeeze his hand as they entered the annual Christmas dance. He turned his brown eyes to her and smiled. He hadn’t wanted to come in the first place, but Tessa’s hopeful plea had changed his mind.
“Look! There’s DJ!” she called, pointing to a spot near the food table. Without waiting for a response, she led him across the gym.
He caught DJ Morris’s eye and waved as they came closer. DJ had his arm draped around his girlfriend Zoey Bryant’s shoulders and was deep in conversation with a fellow football teammate that Wyatt didn’t know. Once they reached him, DJ immediately welcomed them into the conversation.
“Wyatt, Jonathan here was just telling me about Mr. Spivey and his toupee. Did you know he had a toupee?”
Wyatt chuckled. “Yeah, it kind of fell off the last time I was in his office.”
DJ raised an eyebrow. “Did you have a hand in that, buddy?”
“Who? Me?” Wyatt’s eyes widened innocently.
“Hey, Wyatt, they’re playing a slow song. Wanna dance?” Tessa asked, her blue eyes bright.
Wyatt shrugged, running a hand through his blond hair. “Sure.” He had never been the best dancer, but there wasn’t much to slow dancing.
He allowed his small, redheaded date to lead him onto the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she wrapped hers around his neck. Awkwardly, they swayed to the song.
Inwardly, Wyatt sighed to himself. At fifteen, this was his first real school dance, and he hadn’t been sure how to act. His parents assured him that he would be fine. His aunts then proceeded to regale him with stories about the various school dances they had attended, leaving him red-faced and embarrassed. In truth, he was just grateful for a night where he could be a normal teenager.
As he was getting comfortable, a girl with dark hair brushed by him, bumping into his arm. The vision hit him so fast that he nearly tripped over Tessa’s feet. The dark-haired girl was outside the gym, her youth being drained away from her by a pair of hands. As quickly as it had come, the vision vanished, and Wyatt found himself looking down at Tessa.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I’ll be right back,” he answered. He then ducked into the crowd to find the dark-haired girl.
“Wyatt!” Tessa yelled behind him.
He found the girl as she was heading out the side door of the gym with a guy Wyatt didn’t recognize. Picking up his pace, he caught the door as it closed. He heard the scream the minute he stepped outside.
“Hey!” he yelled.
The boy whipped his head around in Wyatt’s direction, his eyes the equivalent of black holes. He moved one of his hands from the girl’s face, throwing a fireball in Wyatt’s direction.
Unfazed, Wyatt threw up his hands, freezing the ball, the demon, and the girl in place. He reached his destination and examined the situation. He couldn’t just blow up the demon; he was too closely connected to the girl. Cautiously, he grabbed the hand that was latched onto her face, moving it away from her cheek.
That’s when the demon unfroze. Seeing his arm in Wyatt’s hand, he pushed against the hold. He knocked the other boy to the ground, diving for his face. Wyatt threw up his hands again, intending to destroy the demon. Only his left arm burst into tiny particles.
“Great,” Wyatt muttered.
A scream behind the demon let Wyatt know that the girl had unfrozen as well.
Using all his strength, he threw the demon off him and scrambled to his feet. He reached the girl and tossed up his deflecting shield.
“What the hell did you do to me?” the girl demanded.
“I’ll explain later,” he supplied. Concentrating all of his energy, he threw out his other hand. The demon exploded, leaving nothing behind him.
Lowering his shield, Wyatt turned to the girl. When he started high school, his father had given him a bag of Whitelighter dust. “In case you have to fight something at school,” he had explained. Wyatt dug the bag out of his pocket. Opening it, he sprinkled some on the girl before she said anything else.
“None of this ever happened,” he said softly, meeting her eyes.
She absently nodded, and he gently led her back into the gym. Leaving her on the nearest set of bleachers, he made his way back to Tessa. She wasn’t the least bit happy to see him.
“What was that all about?” she questioned.
Wyatt just grinned. “I had to go to the bathroom really badly.”
She rolled her eyes. “Boys! They can be so selfish!”