When Angels Deserve To Die
Chapter One: Dissidence
Summary: When a Whitelighter goes rogue, it could cost the Charmed Ones everything.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognise. Zan, however, is mine.
A/N: Reviews make me very happy :D
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Zan fidgeted, restless. The Elders were droning on about something. He didn't know what it was about. He'd tuned them out a while ago. Zan sighed, bored and frustrated. Why couldn't they ever say something interesting?
Zan's mind was wandering as usual, and as usual he did nothing to stop it. He thought back to when he'd first become a Whitelighter. He'd loved it, being able to help people, doing good. But he'd been so naive then. After the first four or five centuries, he'd began to be disenchanted and discontented with the Elders and their rules. Now, Zan wanted something more.
He shook his head to clear it, and noticed that the Elders had stopped speaking. At the same time, he heard one of his charges calling. Sighing, he orbed out to do his job, however monotonous he found it.
x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x
Leo stood in the door to the nursery, rocking his son gently. It was four in the morning, but Leo was wide awake. Apparently, so was Wyatt. The baby showed no signs of wanting to go to bed, and instead started to cry if Leo paused for even a second.
Still jiggling the baby, Leo moved closer to the bed where his wife lay. God, she was beautiful when she slept. He smiled, realizing that was the first time in a while he'd noticed something like that.
"I guess I've just been too caught up in you to pay attention to anything else." he whispered to Wyatt. The baby cooed in response, then contorted his face. Recognizing this as the start of a crying jag, Leo started pacing around the room, hoping to keep the baby quiet and let his wife sleep.
Unbeknownst to him, Piper had already begun to stir. Silently, she slipped out of bed while he was facing the other way, and surprised him by slipping her arms around him.
"Hey," he said, turning around and giving her a kiss. Holding the baby with one hand, he used his free hand to pull Piper to him by encircling her waist, already tiny just three months after Wyatt's birth.
"How long have you been up?" she asked, leaning against him and gently caressing the baby.
"About an hour." he answered. "I thought babies were supposed to sleep a lot."
Piper smiled lovingly at their son. "Oh, that's just one of those lies they tell people in order to make them want kids."
"I figured that out an hour ago." Leo replied dryly.
Piper giggled. "Here, let me try." Leo handed the baby over, and watched as Piper rummaged through the top drawer of their dresser. She pulled out a small bottle of scented oil that Paige had found at a baby store. Making a mental note to thank her sister, Piper used her free hand to squirt a drop of the oil onto her fingers. With that same hand, she began massaging Wyatt's chest.
After a little while of this, Wyatt began to get sleepy. Piper placed him gently in his crib, and turned out the light.
"How did you do that?" Leo asked.
Piper shrugged. "Just something I picked up from watching those late-night shows that tell you how to raise your kids."
Leo's eyebrows shot up. Piper had always dismissed those shows, insisting she and Leo were perfectly capable of taking care of their own baby.
"Well, I had to watch something while I was up with him last night!" Piper exclaimed. Leo's look of disbeilef changed to amusement. Piper glared at him. "Don't. Say. Anything."
"I didn't say anything." Leo said innocently.
Piper rolled her eyes, but allowed him to pull her onto the bed. She was too exhausted to defend her choice of late-night television, and he was too tired to tease her. Curling up together beneath the quilt, they both fell asleep instantly.
Chapter One: Dissidence
Summary: When a Whitelighter goes rogue, it could cost the Charmed Ones everything.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognise. Zan, however, is mine.
A/N: Reviews make me very happy :D
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Zan fidgeted, restless. The Elders were droning on about something. He didn't know what it was about. He'd tuned them out a while ago. Zan sighed, bored and frustrated. Why couldn't they ever say something interesting?
Zan's mind was wandering as usual, and as usual he did nothing to stop it. He thought back to when he'd first become a Whitelighter. He'd loved it, being able to help people, doing good. But he'd been so naive then. After the first four or five centuries, he'd began to be disenchanted and discontented with the Elders and their rules. Now, Zan wanted something more.
He shook his head to clear it, and noticed that the Elders had stopped speaking. At the same time, he heard one of his charges calling. Sighing, he orbed out to do his job, however monotonous he found it.
x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x
Leo stood in the door to the nursery, rocking his son gently. It was four in the morning, but Leo was wide awake. Apparently, so was Wyatt. The baby showed no signs of wanting to go to bed, and instead started to cry if Leo paused for even a second.
Still jiggling the baby, Leo moved closer to the bed where his wife lay. God, she was beautiful when she slept. He smiled, realizing that was the first time in a while he'd noticed something like that.
"I guess I've just been too caught up in you to pay attention to anything else." he whispered to Wyatt. The baby cooed in response, then contorted his face. Recognizing this as the start of a crying jag, Leo started pacing around the room, hoping to keep the baby quiet and let his wife sleep.
Unbeknownst to him, Piper had already begun to stir. Silently, she slipped out of bed while he was facing the other way, and surprised him by slipping her arms around him.
"Hey," he said, turning around and giving her a kiss. Holding the baby with one hand, he used his free hand to pull Piper to him by encircling her waist, already tiny just three months after Wyatt's birth.
"How long have you been up?" she asked, leaning against him and gently caressing the baby.
"About an hour." he answered. "I thought babies were supposed to sleep a lot."
Piper smiled lovingly at their son. "Oh, that's just one of those lies they tell people in order to make them want kids."
"I figured that out an hour ago." Leo replied dryly.
Piper giggled. "Here, let me try." Leo handed the baby over, and watched as Piper rummaged through the top drawer of their dresser. She pulled out a small bottle of scented oil that Paige had found at a baby store. Making a mental note to thank her sister, Piper used her free hand to squirt a drop of the oil onto her fingers. With that same hand, she began massaging Wyatt's chest.
After a little while of this, Wyatt began to get sleepy. Piper placed him gently in his crib, and turned out the light.
"How did you do that?" Leo asked.
Piper shrugged. "Just something I picked up from watching those late-night shows that tell you how to raise your kids."
Leo's eyebrows shot up. Piper had always dismissed those shows, insisting she and Leo were perfectly capable of taking care of their own baby.
"Well, I had to watch something while I was up with him last night!" Piper exclaimed. Leo's look of disbeilef changed to amusement. Piper glared at him. "Don't. Say. Anything."
"I didn't say anything." Leo said innocently.
Piper rolled her eyes, but allowed him to pull her onto the bed. She was too exhausted to defend her choice of late-night television, and he was too tired to tease her. Curling up together beneath the quilt, they both fell asleep instantly.