The next morning had passed uneventful in the Halliwell Manor. Grace had stuck around and helped with breakfast and the clean up afterwards. Piper had invited her to stay at the manor until the situation was taken care of.

Afterwards Piper had left to check up on things in her restaurant and Leo, who also had been brought up to speed on the current situation, had gone to Magic School. A place that really existed, Grace had learned.

No sooner had Piper left Wyatt and, shortly after that, Chris had turned up again. Grace figured they were keeping an eye on her in shifts. At least that's what it felt like.

"Did you sleep okay?" Wyatt asked.

"There were thousands of things running through my head, but yes, eventually I did fall asleep."

Wyatt was relieved to hear that. After he had left her at the manor last night he was still worried despite the fact that he knew she was safest here with a Charmed One to keep an eye on her. He knew that eventually everything would start sinking in and he didn't want Grace to suddenly panic and take off.

"Good, I'll see if Chris is making any progress. Where is the potion you and my mom made?"

"On the table in the conservatory. I'll be right up and bring them along. I'll just put away the rest of the dishes."

Wyatt nodded and orbed upstairs and Grace watched him disappear. She still couldn't wrap her head around how this was even possible, but she did remember what it had felt like when they had orbed here yesterday. She shuddered at the memory and put the last plates away.

Afterwards she grabbed the little bottle from the table and wanted to go upstairs, but she found her way blocked by someone standing in front of the stairs.

"Hello, Grace," Tate said with a twisted smiled on his face, "Wasn't easy to finally get you alone."

"What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

Tate ignored her, "I'm guessing since you're now under the protection of your witch boyfriend, you must have your power by now. I thought there was something about that guy."

"I don't know what you're talking about." It wasn't exactly a lie. Grace still didn't know what her active power was supposed to be. "Why do you want it so badly?"

"Because it will make it so much easier to find the right people, to gain even more power."

That explanation told Grace absolutely nothing and she wondered why she was even talking to this psychopath. Tate held up his hand and an athame appeared.

"I promise, I'll make it quick."

"Wyatt!"

Before she could get another word out, Tate grabbed her by the throat and squeezed so hard Grace thought her head would pop off. Not being able to breathe was also a problem. Grace hoped Wyatt or Chris had heard her.

"Now, you shouldn't have done that."

The bluish light behind Tate told Grace that they had indeed heard her. As soon as they had orbed into the room, the boys had looked for the threat. Wyatt's heart missed a beat when he saw Tate chocking Grace with one hand and getting ready to stab her with the other. Luckily, Chris reacted faster. He threw his hand out and sent the demon flying away from Grace.

With the sudden movement Grace got jerked around, too. She stumbled and the bottle fell out of her hand and rolled away, but there was no time to go after it. A fight had broken out between the demon and the boys and Grace was trying not to be one of the things that got destroyed during it.

"It's rude to show up unannounced," Wyatt said.

"I don't care about the two of you. Just let me have the witch."

Tate shot an energy ball at Grace which she evaded barely by ducking. She heard something crash behind her, but didn't dare look what it was. From this position on the floor Grace caught sight of the little bottle with the anti-blinking potion inside. She crawled forward carefully, trying not to get struck by anything flying though the air.

The demon shot energy ball after energy ball at Wyatt, but he easily deflected them with his blue protection shield. Some of them went astray after hitting the shield and left a few marks on the walls or whatever else they hit.

After that it was Wyatt's turn to retaliate by thrusting his hand forward and sending the demon flying backwards right into the grandfather clock. Tate hit the floor with a groan.

"Throw it!" Chris yelled and Grace threw the bottle in front of the demons feet. It broke and released a blue vapor. Other than that nothing happened and Grace wondered if there shouldn't have happened more, but Chris didn't seem to be concerned, he even had a little smirk on his face.

"No more blinking for you, though guy."

Tate tried just to make sure the witch wasn't bluffing. When he blinked and nothing happened he got angry, but not as much as expected. He didn't seem to be worried about being trapped either.

"That changes nothing, I'm still getting her power."

The next energy ball that came flying towards Grace send her flying back and crashing into a table. He had hit her on her shoulder, but not with intention to kill her. He still needed her power first.

"Chris, the spell!" Wyatt shouted as he made his way over to where Grace had landed on the floor.

Chris fumbled for the piece of paper he had in his pocket, but he wasn't fast enough.

"This isn't over," Tate said as he started to fade away. He had literally disappeared into thin air. Grace blinked a couple of times to make sure she had really seen what just happened or if it maybe had to do with her throbbing head and blurry vision.

"You got to be kidding me, he stole a Fading power?" Chris signed and shook his head, "So much for that blinking potion."

They had been surprised by his attack, but still should've been better prepared. Tate had been at this for a while, of course he would possess more powers than the average warlock.

"Grace, are you okay?" Wyatt grabbed Grace's arm and pulled her up to a standing position.

Grace felt a little dizzy and touched her right temple. Her fingers were immediately sticky with blood. "My head collided with the edge of the table."

Wyatt frowned and inspected the wound closely before he brought his hand up to Grace's temple. A white light started to radiate outwards from his hand, healing the wound completely. Grace felt the warmth and the pain immediately started to subside. When she touched her temple again there was no more blood.

She smiled at Wyatt, "Well, that's a handy power."

Wyatt grinned at her and kissed her forehead. He hadn't thought about what he was doing, it was simply something he used to do a lot when they were still together. Realizing his actions, Wyatt froze and frowned. Chris chose this moment to slip out of the room and up the stairs. He had a demon to find.

Grace didn't seem to know how to react either, so she simply took a couple of steps to the side. She looked around the room and examined the destruction the fight had caused.

"So, this is what a family emergency looks like, I'm guessing."

"Yeah, this one's actually not so bad."

Grace raised an eyebrow . Tables overturned, glass shattered everywhere and the poor grandfather clock destroyed. If this was not so bad, what would bad look like? It would take a while to clean the whole mess up again and Grace thought Piper will not be thrilled once she finds out about the destruction of her house.

"At least I can see now why you would never tell me where you had to go or what was going on with you."

"I need to go fight a demon didn't seem to be the right answer, even though it was the truth."

Grace nodded thoughtfully, finding a place to sit that was not covered in broken glass. Now that the adrenaline subsided, she had started to shake a little and her knees felt weak. She had survived her first demon attack, but she knew it wasn't over. Grace didn't want to think about that now. It was scary and she really needed to keep it together.

"Would you have ever told me about this if we hadn't broken up? I mean, if I wouldn't have turned out to be a witch."

Wyatt sighed and pressed his lips together for a moment, deciding how to put his next words.

"I had thought about it, I had wanted to. I know it wasn't fair to always leave you in the dark, asking you to trust me without ever providing an explanation that didn't sound made up. It would have been probably not so hard to make you understand, but there's more to it than just telling you I'm a witch and a whitelighter."

"What do you mean?"

"It's the danger that comes with being associated with my family. As long as you didn't know about it, it was easy enough to keep you out of it, but knowing changes things. Getting attacked by demons in our own home that's not exactly what every witch has to deal with on a regular basis. It has more to do with my family line and the power that comes from it."

Grace considered this for a moment. Now that she knew what he has to deal with, it was harder for her to stay mad at Wyatt. He had only been protecting her, but there was something more. She knew Wyatt and by the look on his face she knew he wasn't saying everything that was on his mind.

"But that isn't all of it. There's something you're not telling."

Wyatt didn't say anything for a while, just stared ahead. Grace thought she wasn't going to get any more answers when he took a deep breath and rushed his words out.

"If you hadn't believed me, if you hadn't understood, you would've declared me crazy and left."

"But I left anyway."

"Yes," Wyatt sighed again, "But I'd rather you be mad at me for something I lied to you about, then have you look at me as a complete freak."

Grace really wanted to assure Wyatt that she would have never done that. Sure she would have freaked out, but she didn't think she would have called him a freak or thought any less of him. All she had wanted was to know what was so important in his life and why she couldn't be a part of it when she was a part of everything else.

"You could've given me more credit than that. Look, I'm still a little confused, but so far I haven't run off or started screaming at you to stay away from me."

Wyatt smiled again. Grace had always liked that about him, he was a generally happy person, always able to smile.

"You're right. I can see now that even without being a witch you could've handled it."

Grace smiled back, "Alright, now that that's out of the way. What do we do now? I still don't know what exactly it is that Tate wants from me, but he's surely not getting it now."

"I say we find him before he come and tries again."

"You really think he's coming back? Wouldn't that be stupid? He saw what you and your brother can do."

"Trust me, they always come back."

Grace nodded, taking Wyatt's word for it. The sooner Tate was taken care of the sooner Grace hoped her life would be able to go back to normal. Not that she knew what normal would look like after this was over.