Author's Note: All right, how overdue is this? School and work is starting to take its toll on me, but I will not forget about my fanfic. Finally, I am getting to the good part of my story where my characters are going to meet (though you will just have to read to see in what order). I'm glad you knew who Daniel was, although I didn't think it would be that hard to figure out. I thought he'd make a great friend for Chris to have especially with what is going to happen soon. I'm only afraid that I've gotten your hopes up and that from here my story is going to go downhill. ::sigh:: I hope not. Well, enough of my ramblings and on to the story. Please, read and review! P.S. Forgive me for Wyatt's "last" name. I was at a loss and if you are familiar with the actor who plays Barbas in the show, you will understand why I chose what I did.

Chapter Thirteen: First Day of School

Wyatt fidgeted in front of a full-length mirror in his lair. He felt uncomfortable and knew he looked ridiculous. His hair was neatly combed, unlike his usual unruly do, and he was wearing normal clothes. How anyone could wear jeans and a t-shirt was beyond him, but it was something Barbas said he needed to wear so that he could fit in.

"Is this really even necessary?" Wyatt asked, turning to his mentor. "I thought it was decided that I was already powerful and ready to fight the Charmed Ones and therefore no longer had to go to the human world."

Barbas made a noise and shook his finger. "My boy, you need to fit in. Be able to pass for a human at a glance. I know you are powerful, but what do you expect, to just orb in, wave your hands and the Charmed Ones go poof? I don't think so. You have to be able to look innocent for them to trust you and then, after gaining their trust may you even get close enough to kill them."

Wyatt nodded and smoothed out his shirt. "At least you let me wear something black."

"The least I could do," Barbas said with a half smile.

"And don't expect me to be coming home with the greatest grades," Wyatt continued. "I have much more important things that will be occupying my time. Besides, aren't the evil ones supposed to do terrible in school?"

"Those would be the stupid, fat bullies. You are too powerful and smart to be one of those. Why not go for the evil genius? Get good grades, be mysterious, be charming, and be evil."

A smirk formed on Wyatt's face. "An evil genius? I like that."

Barbas patted Wyatt's back and handed him a bag with a collection of school supplies and books. "Now, you better be off and try not to kill anyone. Try to make a few good impressions so that you don't have anyone wondering who you are of where you came from."

Taking the bag, Wyatt looked at Barbas. "The middle Charmed One has a daughter...will she be at this school?"

Barbas cocked his head, remembering. "Ah yes, Bryn. She'd be what...a freshman? If you see her, leave her be, or better yet, befriend her. It may seem strange, a senior like yourself knowing one of the lower classmen, but it will mean the world to her and she may be the key to getting you into the Charmed Manor."

Wyatt nodded and orbed out of the lair. He reappeared behind one of the school buildings, out of view and walked out when no one was looking. The campus seemed acceptable, though the stench of goodness was overwhelming. Straightening, Wyatt walked into the main office and pulled a piece of paper from his pocket as a lady turned to him and asked him what he needed. She took the paper and glanced over it.

"Wyatt Drago," she said, as if making sure she read the name right.

"Yes."

"A new transfer student I see," the woman said, as she turned to a computer, typed a bit on it and handed him a yellow sheet of paper. "Well, welcome to your first day. Here is a list of your classes, and by the looks of it, you are a little late to AP Government, so I'd high tail it out of here and get to class before I get in trouble."

"Thank you," he answered, taking the piece of paper and making his way to class.

The hallway in the history building was silent and empty; Wyatt's footsteps echoed. Each side was lined with rows of lockers and he knew that one of them had to be his, but he hadn't the time to figure out which one it was. Looking down at his schedule, Wyatt read the classroom number, but couldn't find it. He had half a mind to just orb himself there, but stopped mid step when he saw a young girl in front of him.

She had short dark hair and dark eyes and stood silently staring at him, her hand almost frozen over the lock of the locker. There was something about her that made Wyatt stop, and he had no idea what it was, but whatever it was he knew she felt it too. Her eyes squinted as she all but glared at him, trying to figure out what it was. It was then that there was a spark that went off between them, a magical spark. Suddenly, the girl blinked and turned her head.

"Sorry about that," she said as she resumed opening her locker. "I thought I knew you or something. You look familiar."

Wyatt forced a smile. She has magic, he thought to himself. A witch, possibly?

"You look lost," the girl said, interrupting his thoughts. "Need help finding something?"

"As a matter of fact, I am looking for the AP Government class. Can you tell me where it is?" he asked, trying to seem like any other guy she might know or meet.

"Down the hall, the last door on the right," she answered. Closing her locker door, another girl her age walked up to her and stared at Wyatt for a minute. "Is there anything else you need?"

"No," Wyatt said. "Thank you."

"Come on Bryn," the new girl said, "we're already late for class."

Wyatt's eyes widened. So that was the daughter of a Charmed One. No wonder he had felt that magical spark. But, if had felt it, what was to say that she hadn't? Watching her go, Wyatt knew that she was one to keep a close eye on. Sighing, he walked the length of the hallway, found the last door on the right and entered a classroom for the first time.