A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I made my personal mistake of skipping ahead in my story and writing what would be chapters 12-15. *nervous laugh* I'm working really hard to control that, though. But it does guarantee a long story, right?

Anyway, here goes Chapter 3...

It took a few weeks to learn about it all. The girls found refuge in their home on earth. The manor still had to be protected. It was a spiritual nexus, and had to stay Good.

Piper walked down the street. She stopped when she saw someone. Two people. One was standing against a brick wall between two buildings in an alley. She was nodding. The other was standing over her, one arm on the brick wall. He said something to her and she smiled a little and nodded. She held out her hand and shook his, a huge smile plastered on her face...

Piper walked up. She knew Leo from anywhere, but didn't know the girl. She reached up, covered her hands over his ear, and whispered something. He nodded, backed down, and the girl walked off. Leo turned around, laughing a little bit, and Piper was standing there. She shoved him into the wall.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

"Hey, Piper, nice to see you, too," he said sarcastically.

"Shut up! What were you doing to her?"

"I didn't do anything."

"What'd you say then?"

"I was making a deal with her."

"No deals!" Piper shouted. "Deals outside are broken inside. Don't think I've never been in the Houses," Piper said just as loudly. She'd been in the Houses on the Other Side before.

"Hey, Piper, calm down."

"What'd you say to her?"

"I was look-- What's it to you?" he demanded this time.

Piper backed down. Leo straightened his shirt and stared at her.

"What did you say?" she asked again, quieter this time. Her eyes never left Leo, though. She'd never tried in the past to make any deals with him or talk to him, and was not all too happy and willing to start now.

"I've been... searching."

"What for?"

"My family," Leo answered simply.

"Why are you telling me this?" Piper asked, shaking her head, looking down at the ground for a second. She looked up quickly, though, realizing she wasn't watching him.

"Because you want to know." Leo went on. "That woman there... is my sister. She's six years younger than I am. She's twenty-two."

"...Oh."

"Yeah." Leo gave her a sarcastic look. He started to walk off.

"Wait!" Piper ran after him. They walked into an alley. "What do you know about the marriage arranged in a year?"

"What marriage?"

Piper threatened Leo with his own fireball. She had a rare power of copying. She could copy any power used on her. In her years, she collected a lot, and Phoebe and Prue were coming into the copying, too, now. With all three Charmed Ones copying powers-- good and evil-- they would be nearly unstoppable. All they needed now was a whitelighter to protect them and heal them.

"Cole was picked, and he seems quite happy."

"Leo, I know you don't want this to happen." Piper stopped him when he started to walk off again.

"Quite honestly, Piper, I don't care. It's not me in the middle of it."

"But I could be."

"So?" He acted as if he didn't care. The truth was that he did. Evil had its perks, but he was a whitelighter, and didn't belong in the Three Houses on the Other Side. Still, it wasn't his business. It was the only home he ever knew, and the marriage didn't involve him in the slightest, so it really didn't matter. "What do you want from me?"

"We have to stop it."

"No, we don't. You may, but I've got better things to do."

Leo started to turn and walked down the street. People were walking on the sidewalks, so it was dangerous, but Piper stepped out of the alley and called out, instead of freezing the people, "Leo, I've collected five darklighter crossbows and seven quivers."

Leo stopped and turned around. Some people were watching. "Way to go, Piper." He held his arms out, gesturing to the people.

"I'm sorry, Leo, but I can't let my sisters or me go through with it. And I don't think you can, either."

Leo walked up to her. He pressed a hand close to her stomach and she could feel the heat from an energy ball in his hand. "I do what I want, when I want."

Piper held her right hand up, which had an energy ball of the same size, showing she'd copied his power years ago. "And this time, I have a feeling that the darklighter's arrows will definitely make you want to help." Piper backed off. "You're the only one who can help. Fiona is lost to the Other Side and Richard is dead. You're a born whitelighter. All you have to do it find it and help us."

Piper left Leo to go over his feelings. He never liked working for the Other Side. They needed him, though, to heal, and because he could collect and crib powers. He had no memory of any Elders. The parents he knew were demons. Bianca was always like human mothers. She was half-human. She had always treated Leo when he was a baby as if he was her natural born son, and he loved her for that. He couldn't imagine leaving her, but she was evil. Leo was the born son of two whitelighters. Two pacifists on the side of Good. But Leo wasn't a pacifist. He knew that.

His father, Decima, had always pushed him. When Leo was a toddler and was still a little kid, he didn't remember all too much from the battling and practice he was put through with Decima. He was the only father Leo ever knew. He remembered, though, not being able to pronounce his parents' names, and them letting him call them Mom and Dad when he was very little. The other two Houses were connected by family, as well. Anackalen, the only uncle Leo ever knew, was like Decima, always pushing Leo to work harder and fight more. He often took Leo to warlock nests to clear them out and collect their powers. Anackalen was devastated when his wife, who was Leo's aunt, was killed in an attack about ten years back. He never remarried. Demons didn't work together all too often, but in the Houses it was better to have a spouse or a close family member to count on.

Demetrius was on his own for a long time. A year ago, Demetrius had a plan. He stole Fiona from the Good Houses and took her as his wife in a month. She came to the Third House of Evil and was warmly welcomed. She took in Demetrius' son, Cole, or, in his demonic form, Belthazor, who Demetrius had been left with when the demon who had him died. Cole was really his son, but the demon father was not too thrilled at the chance to have a kid. He worked Cole hard as Decima and Anackalen worked Leo. It was tiring, but the praise that Cole and Leo got was constantly welcomed.

If Leo could leave for the side of good, he didn't know what he would do. Maybe he would leave... Maybe not... It was fun on the Other Side... There were a lot of powers... But Piper had a lot, too, and she was on Good's side... It would hurt to leave his mother, but here, on earth, he had just found his little sister. His real sister. They were going to meet again, but not for a few months...

Leo decided to help Piper. He liked her, too. The problem was, she'd hated him since she first met him, when they were fifteen, in an attack. He'd hit her with an energy ball, and she'd given him the recoil by blowing him up. It didn't get rid of Leo, though, since he was immortal. Another advantage. He aged, though, but if he ever met the Elders and got charges, he wouldn't.

Bianca had told him about everything. She didn't think it was fair letting him on. He was different than his family, and he caught on to it. But once she started to explain everything, it was just good and new. He had the ability to absorb powers and to orb and to sense emotions. It was always an advantage for his family and for him.

Leo would help Piper, though, because maybe they would accept him in one of their Houses. It would be a long, slow, secretive process. If anyone found out...

Well? Good? Bad? Cheesy? Sappy? Do tell. Please! And don't be afraid to shoot flames at me if you hate it. I can take it. *brave grunt*

What I don't think I can promise is Dan. I'll try to work him in, but if I do, I promise he won't get to Piper. And that's a solid promise for all you Dan-Haters out there who love to make fun of him and his Crisco-filled hair.

--Miggsamy

FYI: Just a little note, "Miggs" is pronounced, "Meegs," and "Miggsamy" is "Meegs-a(short a)-me" Confusing? I know.