CHARMED
Skye
"Explain this to me again?" asked Chris Halliwell, running his hands over his hair as he sat back in the armchair in the manor's conservatory.
"I think, she's our Whitelighter," said his older brother, Wyatt Halliwell.
The brothers looked at the young woman standing in front of them. She had shoulder length brown hair, and sparkling brown eyes. She couldn't have been more than twenty-one when she died. Her name was Skye, and she was wearing a pair of jeans, trainers, and a bright green strappy t-shirt. Her whole ensemble just screamed evil-fighter.
"You got that right," said Skye, smiling at the brothers. She took their stunned silence as an invite to sit herself down on the coffee table. "Right; you're both Whitelighters, correct?"
The boys nodded.
"But you're also both Witches, and every Witch is entitled to a Whitelighter, and the Elders have assigned me to be your Whitelighter."
Chris frowned slightly, and a small crease appeared in his brow, the way it always did when he thought about something. "I thought Aunt Paige was gonna be our Whitelighter?" he queried.
Skye ran her own hands through her hair, the way Chris had done moments before. "Your Aunt Paige has too many charges to add the pair of you to her list. Besides, the Elders believe that if she were your Whitelighter, she'd play favourites. The way your father did with your mother," she added quietly.
"Wait, you're trying to tell me it's Dad's fault Aunt Paige couldn't be our Whitelighter?" asked Chris. "Great way to start the trusting bonds between Whitelighter and charge!"
Skye breathed deeply then looked up to the ceiling, closing her eyes. She continued breathing this way for a short while, and then turned her brown eyes back onto Chris. "I'm not saying that. It's what the Elders believe. Another thing they believe is that the two of you have a great destiny ahead of you. And they wanted to assign you a Whitelighter with no other charges, no strings attached. I died two months ago. I haven't had a single charge before. So you two are lucky enough, to not only get me all to yourselves, but you got a rookie too. Maybe the Elders thought you could teach me one or two things, as well as my guiding you. Please, just, bear with me for a while. If you don't like me, I'll get myself reassigned. Deal?"
"I think that's fair," said Wyatt. As Skye breathed a sigh of relief, she closed her eyes, and Wyatt ran his over her body. At least the Elders sent us a good looking Whitelighter, he thought.
Chris said nothing, but saw his brother checking Skye out. He smiled to himself. Wyatt had a thing for brunettes.
As Skye opened her eyes again, Wyatt asked, "So what's our first job?"
"There's nothing for the time being. This is why I was sent to you now. But, knowing San Francisco, something's bound to happen sooner or later."
Chris leaned forward in the armchair he was sitting in. "Then let's get to know you. You mind if we ask a few questions?"
Skye shrugged. "Fire away. I'm in no hurry."
Nodding, Chris lowered his head onto his hands for a moment. Then he asked, "What's your surname?"
"Taylor."
"How old were you when you died?"
"Twenty."
"Same age as us then," smiled Wyatt. "Can we ask you how you died?"
Skye lowered her head and said nothing. The boys watched as a tear fell down her cheek.
"OK, not that question," said Wyatt quickly. "Leave it. Um … Where'd you go to school?"
Skye wiped her cheek quickly, shook herself and said, "Baker High."
"Mum went there," responded Chris.
Skye nodded. "I know. And your Aunt Phoebe did."
Chris nodded in agreement. Then he grinned. "Favourite movie?"
Skye smiled as she said, "Hmm … I'd say … Pirates of the Caribbean."
Wyatt smiled too. A movie that she liked was one of his favourites too. "Favourite food?" he asked.
"What have favourites got to do with anything?" asked Skye.
"Just answer it," grinned Wyatt. He cottoned on that Chris was trying to make her forget how she'd died. It had obviously upset her.
Skye rolled her eyes before replying, "Pizza. Any kind of pizza, as long as its pizza."
Silence fell as the boys tried to think up more questions to ask Skye.
"You think you can trust me to be your Whitelighter?" she asked. There was a slight hint of hope in her voice, as though she was hoping they'd say yes. It was clear she wanted to be their Whitelighter.
"We'll have you as our Whitelighter," replied Chris. "But we still need to talk about it alone, if you don't mind?"
Skye nodded. Then in a swirl of blue and white lights, she orbed out.
