Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or any of its characters. They all belong to Brad Kern and whoever. I do own Amarie, Melissa, Heather, and Grace. Please don't steal them.

Chapter 1

Wyatt grimaced as he looked at the pile of boxes needing to be packed. There should be a law against two siblings leaving for college on the same day. "This is going to be impossible," he complained.

"Well, you shouldn't have harped on how you were all grown up and didn't need any help," thirteen year old Amarie teased.

"Is Mom still around," Wyatt asked, stifling his irritation at his little sister.

"Yeah, and she's on the lookout for any orbing. If she doesn't see you hauling boxes out there for the next couple hours, she'll get awfully suspicious." There was a definite smugness in Amarie's tone.

"What's the good of being a witch if you can't use your magic for anything useful?"

"Talk to Piper," Amarie answered absently. She was inspecting one of the boxes. "Honestly, Wyatt, did you actually sort any of this out before you packed it?"

"Leave my stuff alone!"

"You have dirty boxer shorts, car magazines three years out of date, mummified pizza, and a collection of Hot Wheels cars packed in here with dictionaries and paper."

"I washed my clothes!"

"Correction-I washed them. And after being in this box, I'm not sure I'd count them as clean."

"Go irritate Chris." It was the wrong thing to say. Amarie tossed her waist-length hair and stalked out of the room. "I'm going to see if Piper needs any help cooking."

Wyatt rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the boxes. "CHRIS!"

"Whaddaya want," Chris asked laconically.

"You packed yet?"

"Yeah." He frowned at the box Amarie had been inspecting. "Holy cow, Wyatt, do you ever clean?"

"Don't you start!"

"Who's been after you? Mom?"

"No, Amarie. What'd you say to her, anyway?"

Chris shrugged irritably. "She's been in a mood all morning. Let's get this stuff packed."

An hour later, the boxes were safely packed into the family van and Wyatt's car. "I want Wyatt's room," sixteen year old Melissa announced.

"What about me," Heather protested. "I'm tired of sharing, too!"

"I'm older," her sister shot back.

"Don't go, don't go," little Grace begged as she hung on Chris' arm.

"I get my own room, I get my own room," Henry sang obnoxiously.

"SHUT UP!" Four of his cousins jumped on him instantly.

"Mom, Aunt Piper, can't I have Wyatt's room," Melissa whined.

A nearby vase exploded. Instant silence fell as Piper took a deep breath. "Everyone be quiet…please. Wyatt, Chris, are you ready to go?"

"We just have to say goodbye."

"All right. All of you, stop screaming. We'll work out any new sleeping arrangements later. Say goodbye to your cousins."

A flurry of hugs followed as the younger Halliwell children told the eldest two goodbye. Wyatt was nearly to the car when he noticed who was missing. "Chris? Where's Mari?"

"I don't know. Where'd she go?"

"Amarie," Wyatt called telepathically. He listened intently for her. "Got her," he said out loud at the same time that Chris pointed to the roof.

Wyatt orbed up to the Manor's roof. Amarie sat on the flatter part outside of a window. "Looking for birds," he teased her. She turned to roll her eyes at him. A trickle of blood ran down her cheek. "Kid, what happened?" He reached out to heal her.

"A porcelain projectile," she answered dryly. Seeing the look on his face, she spoke quickly. "Don't tell Piper."

"Weren't you going to tell us goodbye?"

"I figured I could call you. And it's not like I can't visit anytime I want."

"You'll bounce off the wards," Wyatt replied automatically. Amarie could teleport herself and other objects within a certain distance. Leo suspected that her range would grow. He gave her a hug. "Go on down before Mom notices you're gone." She disappeared instantly.

Shaking his head, Wyatt orbed to the car. Chris raised an eyebrow and pushed himself away from the van. "You ready?"

"Of course."

Wyatt climbed into his car and pulled out of the driveway. He would lead the way to the college, with Chris following in the van. Wyatt hummed the tune to his favorite song as he drove down the highway. Six months of pleading and cajoling had paid off-Piper had allowed her two sons to leave home. Wyatt had spent the past two years taking college courses online. Certain events had prevented him from leaving home when he was eighteen. At twenty years old, he was finally out on his own. Life had never looked so good.

A/N: Yes, a new story. For anyone who reads Sacrifice, the last two chapters should be posted by the end of the week. Please read and review!