Disclaimer: You know this thing is unjust…crushing the dreams of anyone who dreams of owning charmed. Alsa …I do not own Charmed.
"Kyle stay very still." Lena whispered to him. She stood up and as gently as she could waved her arm. Expecting the arrow to fly out, Kyle and Lena were both surprised to see that her power didn't work. Acting on impulse, Lena squatted back down to his level. She reached over to pull the arrow out but a hand stopped her.
"Lena…Don't…It is poisonous to you too." Kyle panted. Thinking for a moment Lena quickly demanded.
"Give me your shirt." She whispered.
"Lena…Stop…find a way to get yourself out." Kyle whispered. Clamping his eyes shut in pain.
"Look, there is no way I am leaving here without you. That arrow is already painful. So …which would you prefer? Giving me your shirt or me taking mine off? Choose!" Lena retorted. She was fully prepared to take off her black sleeveless top, if that meant getting the arrow out, she was more than willing to do so. Sighing she began to unbutton her shirt. Quickly Kyle began to take off his shirt. "That's what I thought." After she helped him finish get his shirt fully off. Shirt in hands she grabbed both sides of the arrow and broke the head off. "Ok. Ready?" She whispered.
"Just do it!" Kyle sighed back. Both of them took a deep breath. Then Lena pushed. As the arrow slide out through Kyle's back he let out a loud scream of pain.
"Ok! I got it." Lena whispered. She placed her hand on his forehead as Kyle tried to get is breathing under control. Not really thinking, Lena began to look at her whitelighter's physical features. He was very muscular, she had to admit that. Then her eyes caught a glance at a small round scar on his left shoulder. It looked very similar to a gun shot wound. "Were did you get this?" She softly asked as she traced the scar. Then she blushed realizing it wasn't any of her business. "Sorry. I…" She began to apologize removing her finger from the scar. Kyle merely laughed and looked at it.
"No it's ok. I was a federal agent before I was your whitelighter." Kyle said back allowing her to touch the scar again.
"What? Our Kyle Brody was the FBI?!" Lena laughed. Well it fit for him. 'Special Agent Kyle Brody. Nice' Kyle merely laughed again.
"Yeah. That is actually how I found out about your grandmother and great aunts." He said.
"Cool. Does that mean we should call you Special Whitelighter, Kyle Brody?" Lena giggled. She used her free hand to safely wrap the arrow in his shirt, making sure that she did not come in contact with the surface. Again Kyle laughed but immediately stopped as he began to have a coughing fit. Quickly Lena gently placed her hand on his forehead again. She could feel his temperature was burning up. Then she saw his eyes began to flutter shut. Panicking she began to slightly shake her new whitelighter. "Kyle1 Kyle listen to me. You can't fall asleep just yet. You've just have to stay wake for a little longer. Kyle!" It was no use; he was already in the state of unconscious. Lena began to franticly look around at her surroundings. She could see the entire attic. "Dad! Uncle Chris!" Lena yelled. "Please. Daddy! Uncle Chris!" She began to cry as her yells for help didn't help. They had just gotten Kyle. There was no way in hell she was going to loose him now. She was just about to come up with a spell when all of the suddenly Bianca came into the room.
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Bianca walked into the attic. "Where is everyone?" She boomed. "Kyle!" She called lazily. No one came. "Kyle!" She said a little louder. No one. Looking around her eye caught one of the crystals that they used for the crystal cages that were on the floor. "Hmm. Weird." She quickly picked it up and walked over to the shelf were upon she placed it. Then she walked out of the attic.
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As Bianca picked up Lena could feel the crystals shake as her sister walked over to the shelf. Kyle's limp body and Lena began to harshly whip around the entire cell. Lena cursed as she hit the wall hard. Then she hit it again, this time hitting her head. She fell to the ground as the shaking stopped. Falling unconscious, the arrow fell out of the shirt and fell to the back of her shoulder. The poison on it burned her skin as it laid lazily on Lena. No one did anything. Both Kyle and Lena were no seriously hurt, both were unconscious and, now both were infected with the poison.
A/N: HAY! I finished that chapter. Yes finally. I had to keep redoing it. Something wasn't right. But now it is so there.
