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"They can't just do this to Chris," Mom said glaring at Dad, "It's not right Leo."
"He's a Whitelighter too Piper," Dad said sighing, "I'm sorry, but if they think he's ready then I think he should do it."
"I don't think so," she said crossing her arms.
"Do I get a say?" I asked softly.
Mom and Dad turned to me shocked, like they didn't remember I was standing there at all. I wasn't surprised. They had been yelling at each other since we got back from the Elders.
The Elders had told me that they thought I was ready to have a charge. Mom didn't agree and Dad thought it was the best thing for me. I didn't know if it was going to be a good idea, but I wasn't going to back down.
"I want to do this Mom," I said calmly, "I want to at least try."
"Chris," Mom said softly, "I don't think it's a good idea."
"I know Mom," I said giving her a hug, "I just want to try to help this guy."
"Okay," she said hugging me back, "Just ask your father if you need anything, okay?"
"I will," I said smiling, "So, what do you know about my charge Dad?"
"Sixteen year old boy named Jasper Sciuto," Dad said sitting on the couch, "He lives in Santa Monica and is a witch."
"Anything else?" I asked softly.
"No," he said shaking his head, "The rest is up to you."
"Okay," I said sighing, "Guess I should go meet him."
"Good luck, Hun," Mom said sitting next to Dad.
Smiling softly I took a deep breath before sensing Jasper. My whole life I had only sensed for my family. I was luckily that I was able to find him easily and orb to wherever he was.
I looked around I saw that I was standing in an empty alley. I took another deep breath and walked out of the alley onto the pier. A lot of people were walking around and I needed to find one person.
Sensing Jasper again I started to walk towards the beach. A huge pile of rocks were near the shore and a teenage boy was sitting on them. His eyes traveling from between the ocean and a notebook in his lap.
"Jasper Sciuto?" I asked catching his attention.
"Yup," Jasper said softly.
"I'm Chris Halliwell," I said smiling.
"And that means?" he asked closing his notebook.
"It means that I am your Whitelighter and a witch," I said calmly.
"Ah," he said standing up.
Jasper was almost two inches taller then me. He was wearing a black button up shirt, black slacks, and black combat boots. A rainbow messenger bag hung from his left shoulder across his chest.
His hair was a white-blonde color and had a sort of surfer look to it. His eyes were an emerald green that looked like it could look directly into someone's soul. He had a very pale skin, like he didn't really come out in the sun a lot.
"So, Whitelighter," Jasper said walking closer to me, "What is a Whitelighter anyway?"
"A Whitelighter is a guardian angel who protects good witches and future whitelighters so they can be prepared for their destiny," I said rolling my eyes.
"That sounded rehearsed," he said chuckling.
"My dad and the Elders have pounded it into my head," I said smiling, "I'm just quoting them."
"Of course," he said nodding, "So, Whitelighter, what can I do for you?"
"You can start by calling me Chris," I said shrugging.
"Alright," he said smirking, "I guess I can do that. Anything else?"
"What are your powers?" I asked as we started walking.
"I'm empathic," he said rubbing his head.
"Oh," I said calmly, "Want to go someplace quieter?"
"No," he said shaking his head, "I have to get used to it at some point in time. Anyway, I prefer having others screaming in my head then myself."
"Okay," I said confused.
"Sorry Chris," he said smiling, "I don't trust you yet. You'll just have to wait to figure out what I'm saying."
I stared at Jasper's face for a moment. The smile that he had seemed so real, but I didn't know if it was. Jasper seemed like he would be a really good actor and it would take a lot for me to figure him out.
"So how does this work?" Jasper asked turning to me, "This whole Whitelighter thing."
"Well," I said calmly, "Whenever you need some help, guidance, or just want to talk you call my name and I'll orb and help you as much as I can."
"Okay," he said nodding, "Sounds fun."
"I hope," I said smiling, "You're my first charge."
"Cool," he said softly, "I'm going home."
"Want some company?" I asked shrugging.
"No," he yelled fearfully.
"Jasper," I said worried, "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah," he said sighing, "I just hate people coming to my house. I'll call if I need anything."
"Bye," I said as he took off running.
I watched as Jasper ran down the pier and turn until he was out of sight. It confused me with how scared he looked when I said that I would come with him to his house.
Looking around I made sure that no one could see me before I orbed home. As much as I wanted to figure everything out I knew that I had to wait until Jasper opened up to me.
"Hey Chris," Wyatt said walking into the living room, "Where were you?"
"With my charge," I said calmly.
"Oh," he said nodding, "I remember my first charge."
"Can I ask you something?" I asked softly.
"Sure," he said smiling.
"What would you do if your charge was scared when you offered to go home with him to explain what was going on more?" I said looking at the stairs.
"I'd be worried mostly," he said staring at me, "Is that what yours did?"
"Yeah," I said sighing, "And I don't know why."
"Well you can't force him to tell you," he said patting my shoulder, "You just have to hope that everything is going to be alright and that he'll come to you when he's ready."
"Okay," I said going into the kitchen, "Thanks Wy."
When I was in the kitchen I took some chicken out of the freezer and stared at it. I was like Mom in the way that cooking helped me think and calmed me down. I hoped it would work now too.
Taking a few herbs from the cabinet I tried to think of a way to get Jasper to trust me. I had to do all of this quickly. Something was telling me that Jasper was in trouble and was getting hurt.
I shook my head and started to make the chicken. A container of rosemary rested in my hand and I felt better. Rosemary seemed to have a warming affect on me. The scent of it instantly calmed me.
After taking a few deep breaths I smiled and started to make the chicken. Wyatt was right I just had to calm down and wait. I hated waiting. It made my mind work twice as hard.
"You're back already," Dad said walking in the kitchen, "How did it go?"
"Alright I guess," I said shrugging, "Jasper is like Aunt Phoebe, empathic, that's the only power he told me about. He might be getting hurt or in pain some way and he's afraid to let me near his house. I'm worried, but I have to calm down and wait while earning his trust."
"At least he who you are," he said smiling, "I was just a handyman to the sisters."
"True," I said nodding.
"You'll get his trust Chris," he said going to the sink.
"I hope," I said sighing.
"Chris," he said calmly, "I thinkā¦"
I didn't hear what he said after that. My head started to pound and all I heard was screaming and screeching. I fell to my knees clutching my head while tears ran down my face.
"What's wrong?" Dad said kneeling next to me.
"Screaming," I said through gritted teeth.
"It's you're charge," he said calmly, "Take a deep breath, sense him, then go help him."
Nodding my head I tried to take a deep breath and closed my eyes. Once I got a lock on Jasper I looked at Dad and took another breath before orbing to wherever he was at.
When I got there I looked around and couldn't find Jasper anywhere though I could still sense him. I made sure no one else was around before calling his name a few times.
"I'm over here Chris," Jasper said from behind some boxes.
"Jasper," I said gapping at him, "What the hell happened to you? Who did this?"
"My mom," he said sighing.
