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Grace hated this she was sweaty, weak and feverish, her nose couldn't decide whether it wanted to be clogged or runny, and every time she sneezed she wound up orbing in place or worse, like the one time she accidentally orbed in on Chris changing. To put it simply she was miserable and there was nothing she could do, but hope to get better soon, hopefully before she accidentally exposes magic. The only upside was her mother's gentle fretting and home made chicken noodle soup. Despite her wishes Grace had refused to come back to the manor to ride out her cold insisting on staying in her apartment in Phoenix, Arizona. It's not that she didn't love her family, she loved them with all her heart truly, but she couldn't stand the constant fighting between her brothers. Wyatt was the eldest, the first ever child born to the charmed ones, the twice blessed, and inherently more powerful and the family favorite...though no one ever admitted this. Chris, her dearest twin, was darker and more driven then his brother when it came to his witchly duties, but his powers, while great, always appeared lesser compared to all that Wyatt could do. There fights never had any real pattern. More often then not if it wasn't a age old topic they had debated a thousand times it seemed, then it was something so trivial it became obvious they were fighting about it just to fight.
I wasn't like either of my elder brothers, I wasn't even like my younger sister Melinda, I had no active Warren powers, not to say I didn't have any abilities at all. It's just most of my abilities obviously came from my Whitelighter half. The few Warren abilities I did have were mostly passive in nature, I was an Empath like my Aunt Phoebe, which made the infighting so much worse let me tell you, and I could astral project like My late Aunt Prue, from whom my middle name was derived. It seemed that for some reason my Whitelighter side was stronger in me than the Witch, almost the opposite of my twin, and thus my personality was affected, basically I was mostly pacifistic in nature. I could fight when need be, but an integral part of me always felt awful after each vanquish. Sadly the only ones who seemed to notice were Chris and Aunt Phoebe. It was thanks to their efforts that allowed me to take a back seat on demon hunts, I was fine with being clean up...healing injuries and taking innocents home.
Eventually though the fighting and tension at home drove me away. I couldn't stand to see my brothers rip at each others throats and use their abilities on each other. So I left, found my own little apartment, I was only really an orb away in case of emergencies...I just could stand to see them like that anymore.
'This line of thinking is really depressing.' I griped in my own head 'What is it about being sick that always makes me so philosophical?'
I didn't get to follow that thought as I felt another sneeze coming on and prayed to the Elders, who rarely if ever listened, that I didn't orb to Timbuktu. I sneezed, jerking forwards with the force of it, and felt the familiar tingle of orbing.
When I landed and opened my eyes I realized immediately I wasn't in my apartment anymore, heck I didn't know where I was, it didn't look familiar.
"Whoa! Who the fuck are you and how did you do that?!" A deep and angry sounding male voice yelled
It was only then I realized I had just orbed in front of three men and a dead body with a wooden stake sticking out of his chest.
"Oh shit." mumbled to myself almost wishing my mother were here even if it would mean a smack for swearing "I uh don't suppose you can just turn around and pretend you didn't see that...can you?"
"The boy asked you a question. I think it best you answer or we're gonna have a problem." An older gruff male answered holding up a bloody looking stake threateningly
"Ok...except I kinda can't." I eased into it hands held up in the classic I-mean-no-harm manner
"And why can't you?" The tallest out of them, with surprisingly the softest voice, asked
"It's forbidden..." I started to explain only to get cut off by Angry
"Oh cut the bullshit! What are you one of those douches with wings too?!" Angry shouted pointing his stake at me fresh blood still dripping from it
"Wait...are you guys witches?" I asked confusion clouding my mind
"What? Hell no! We wouldn't sell our souls for something as stupid as a hex bag!" Angry shouted confusion and offense marring his feature
"Hex bags? What the heck are hex bags? Are you guys some kind of Voodoo practitioners?" I asked only getting more confused as got not a single straight answer
'This is worse than talking to the Elders.' I thought my head starting to ache anew
"Uh Dean?" The friendlier guy hesitated trying to get one of the other guys attention
"What Sam?" Angry, now apparently Dean, snapped
"I don't think she really knows what's going on here...do you?" Friendly, now known as Sam, asked
"Listen if you guys already know about magic, then you should know that I'm a Whitelighter...well at least half." I muttered the end
"Bobby you know what the heck she's spouting about?" Angry Dean asked not looking away from me for a second
"Not a clue. So missy enlighten us just what the heck is a whatever you just called yourself." The old gruff man grumbled
"A Whitelighter? You know guardians of forces of good? Future Whitelighters and good Witches? Any of this ringing a bell?" I rambled feeling nervous that they still hadn't put down the stakes or turned them away from my direction
"Good witches? Far as we know the only good witch is a dead witch." Angry Dean snarled
'Oh crap. Please don't tell me my sneeze orbed me right in the middle of a pack of witch hunters!' I thought panicked
"Your witch hunters?" I hesitated in asked praying they'd give me a different answer
"Witches, werewolves, demons...we hunt a lot of things lady. All the things that go bump in the night. Only question I've got is are you one of them?" Dean seemed so nonchalant as he discussed my death
I fresh bought of nausea hit me and I swayed on my feet, hoping I could at least keep my insides from becoming my outsides.
"Whoa! Easy there. Are you alright?" Sam asked kindly taking a step towards me as though to catch me, at least he had lowered his stake
" 'm sick. Got a cold. 's why I accidentally orbed here." I mumbled my hand on my forehead trying to soothe my fever and the thumping in my head
"Orbed?" Sam asked confused
"The light show. It's called orbing. Can teleport almost anywhere I want too." mumbled my mind becoming fuzzier by the minute
"Why haven't you done that? Get yourself outta here?" He asked
"Sam don't give it ideas!" Dean hissed angrily
"Can't. Too dizzy. Wind up anywhere...I think I'm gonna..." I didn't get to finish my warning as a wave of dizziness hit me like a wave and darkness swallowed me
