Wyatt sat at the kitchen counter in his childhood home and watched his mother doing what she enjoyed most - cooking. This time she was trying a new recipe for a special soup and he was the willing test subject.

"Alright, try this."

Piper handed the spoon over to her son and watched him closely for his reaction. Without hesitating Wyatt shoved the spoon into his mouth and tasted the delicious, warm liquid.

Wyatt could do a lot of things, he was very powerful, yet so hopeless when it came to something as simple as cooking. Chris was the one who took after their mother in regards to things like these.

"This is fantastic, mom. You should definitely add that to your menu at the restaurant."

Piper smiled at her son, "Oh, I'm planning to."

White and blue orbs filled the kitchen and just a moment later Paige stood at the kitchen counter.

"Hey, what have you been up to?" Piper greeted her sister with a smile.

"I've just had a meeting with the Elders."

"Oh no, what do they want now?"

"They informed me that Wyatt is getting a new charge. The tricky part is that the witch doesn't actually know she's a witch. Since I have some experience in this area, I would advise you to break that kind of news gently."

"And they couldn't tell me this themselves?" Wyatt was confused about this. He had a few charges and until now he always personally received the message of who he gets assigned to.

Paige shrugged and poured herself a glass of water, "Oh, you know them, who knows what reasons they may have."

Piper narrowed her eyes at her sister and Wyatt noticed. So he wasn't the only one suspicious.

"Okay, what aren't you telling?"

"What? Me? Nothing." Paige waived away the accusation and took a huge gulp of water. "There is nothing wrong. In fact, you should be on your way now. The longer she is in the dark, the more danger she is in."

And with one wave of Paige's left hand, Wyatt was being orbed out of the kitchen. No sooner was he gone, Paige tried to change the subject and took Wyatt's previous place at the kitchen counter.

"Oh, what smells so good? Can I taste that?"

Piper handed her sister a spoonful of her soup, "Don't think I don't know something's up."

Paige sighed, "Well, you know, this family has a bit of a history with witches and whitelighters and them getting mixed up...romantically."

"So what? Are they afraid Wyatt is going to fall for his next charge?"

"They just wanted to make sure that someone else knew about his new charge and could maybe help, should it be necessary."

"I don't understand."

Paige shrugged and tasted the soup, "You will."

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Wyatt needed a couple of seconds to adjust to his new surroundings. It didn't happen often that he was orbed around without warning. Usually, he liked to do that to others. Quite a fun way to end an argument, unless the person was able to orb back, like Chris for example.

He blinked and recognized the hallway he had landed in, but that only added to his growing confusion. Was it a coincidence? Normally he wouldn't believe in those. If he had learned anything from his family, it was that things happen for a reason.

There was really only one way to find out, so Wyatt knocked on the familiar door in front of him. It didn't take long and the door swung open, clearly surprising the other person.

"Hey, you're a little early..."

By the way her words trailed off, Wyatt could tell she had definitely expected someone else to knock on her door.

"Wyatt? What are you doing here?"

What was he doing here? Oh right, we was here to tell his ex-girlfriend that she is a witch and as of right now his charge. That should be explained easily enough, right?

Maybe he was wrong about this, but even as he thought it he just knew it was her. Why him, though? Couldn't they have sent another whitelighter? His aunt, his brother, or better yet someone completely different.

"Hey, Grace. How are you doing?"

Wyatt knew that had sounded lame, but he wasn't sure what to say now that she actually stood in front of him. She looked just like he remembered her. Long dark hair, big green eyes and she didn't suddenly get taller either. Physically nothing had changed. How could she be a witch? How had he never suspected anything before?

Grace shook her head, "I don't have time for this."

Grace was about to shut the door again, but Wyatt stopped her.

"I just wanted to make sure you we alright, that's all."

"I haven't seen or heard from you in almost three months. I don't need this right now."

"Alright, I'll leave."

"Bye, Wyatt." This time Wyatt didn't stop her from closing the door.

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Back at the Manor, Wyatt let the door fall shut behind him. He had walked most of the way back. It had given him time to think. When he walked into the living room, he noticed Paige sitting in the armchair. Her head shot up and she immediately asked him how it went.

"You couldn't have given me at least a little bit of a warning?"

"I figured it would be best to just throw you in and stand by in case you need help. I guess she didn't take it very well?"

Paige had felt bad about it, but she didn't really see a way to make it easier for her nephew. Maybe he could ask the Elders to reassign another whitelighter. Of course they had chosen Wyatt specifically because of his connection to Grace, so they might not be willing to do that.

"I didn't tell her."

"Why not?"

Wyatt let himself fall back onto the couch and tried to explain, "For one, I was a little shocked to find out that my ex-girlfriend is a witch. Grace also is not exactly my biggest fan right now. I couldn't just say 'Congratulations, you're witch' and not have her declare me insane."

Paige frowned, "Oh, I wasn't aware that it had been a bad break-up. I would have probably changed my tactic then."

"It wasn't bad exactly...it was...well, there were a lot of things I couldn't explain."

Paige knew what that was like. It didn't matter how much you wanted to, sometimes it was just not possible to explain to the people you cared about what reality really looked like. Most of the time they would only call you crazy anyway. As a result you lied to them about where you've been or why you had to leave so abruptly.

"But look on the bright side, you can tell her now."

That wasn't much of a consolation, Wyatt thought. He remained silent for a moment, lost in his thoughts again.

"Who's a witch?"

Wyatt and Paige's heads turned over to see Chris entering the room. He obviously had heard some of the conversation between his brother and his aunt.

"Grace is. You remember her, right?" Paige said simply.

"Grace? As in Wyatt's Grace?" Chris asked surprised. "Didn't see that coming. How did you find out?"

"Apparently I'm her whitelighter and she doesn't even know she's a witch," Wyatt sighed again, "And she's not my Grace."

"Right, you two are broken up."

Chris remembered that ugly break-up scene he had the misfortune to get caught up in. He had liked Grace and was genuinely sorry that it hadn't worked out between them. Must be awkward being your ex-girlfriend's whitelighter.

"Sucks to be you, brother. Call me if there is something I do to help."

"Hey, where are you off to?" Wyatt asked, only now noticing that Chris was carrying different bottles filled with colorful liquids.

"I have a potion to brew, but don't worry, it's fine. I'm not going demon hunting or anything." And with that Chris had orbed out.

Wyatt made a mental note to follow up on that with his brother later.

"Well, I have to go, too. The kids and Henry will be home soon." Paige gave her nephew an encouraging smile, "It'll be alright. You'll figure it out and just like Chris said, we're just a call away."

Wyatt nodded and waited until Paige was gone before he got up off the couch and set out to find the one person who always knew what to do - his mother.