They spent the afternoon before dinner studying for their
trigonometry quiz in the attic, if that's what the slight learning going on
between flirting could be called. After dinner with all of Wyatt's family,
Wyatt helped clear the table while Jordan ran upstairs to get ready for
Spanish studies.
As the brunette entered the attic, an old, leather-bound book grabbed her attention. It was unceremoniously laid across the table, trying desperately not to be noticed. A normal person would shrug it off as just an old book. Jordan knew better. The Halliwell family Book of Shadows. She tried not to let it tempt her too much and turned her attention away as she heard Wyatt climbing the stairs.
Wyatt found her back on the couch, Spanish book open on her lap.
"I don't know how you pass that class. Sra. Sanchez doesn't teach us anything."
"No, she doesn't. But my parents and I spent three years in Spain before we came here, remember?"
"Ah, so you've got an edge. Cheat," he grinned, falling onto the couch next to her and playfully punching her arm.
"At everything," she smiled, nudging him back. "Now, let's get started, before it gets too late and your mom kicks me out."
"Okay, señorita, vamanos."
~*~*~
Quietness reigned over the room as Wyatt finished writing the paragraph Jordan had assigned him for practice. When he finished, he turned to Jordan and found she had dozed off on the arm of the chair.
As quietly as possible, he shut down both of their laptops and spread a blanket over her shoulders. Gently, reverently, he passed a hand over her face, his thumb brushing her jaw line. Then he orbed himself downstairs to the sunroom.
"Whoa," his Aunt Phoebe exclaimed, startled by his sudden appearance. "Don't we have a mortal in the house? Since when do we use magic with mortals in the house?"
Wyatt laughed. "Jordan's asleep."
Phoebe arched an eyebrow. "Why?"
Wyatt shrugged. "I think she's just exhausted. Do you think Mom'll care if she stays the night on the couch? I can't bear to wake her up."
Phoebe shrugged. "I shouldn't think so. What about her parents?"
"They're out of town for the week. Brazil or somewhere down there."
"Go talk to your mom," Phoebe shooed.
He nodded and went to find her, passing Paige as he left.
"Hi Wyatt," his younger aunt smiled, patting him on the arm, then when he was gone she asked the middle sister, "Where's Jordan?"
"Upstairs," Phoebe answered, replacing her reading glasses and going back to her book. "Asleep."
"Oh. Interesting," Paige commented, taking a seat in the wicker chair to her sister's right.
~*~*~
When Wyatt woke that morning, he checked on Jordan and, finding she was asleep, he went down to grab some breakfast.
"Morning, Mom," he smiled to Piper, sitting down at the table with a bowl and cereal. "Where's Aunt Paige?"
"Store," Piper answered, sitting across from him with a mug of coffee. "Buying some stuff for a potion."
She studied him, the twinkle in his blue eyes, the smile lines on his often- grinning face. He had so much of his father in him. Wyatt possessed his father's healing touch, literally and figuratively, and his broad shouldered frame and tapered waist. But a lot of him had been passed on from her. Piper passed on her smaller nose and longer face and as a boy he'd had freckles like she had. She'd also passed along her somewhat worrying nature and stubbornness.
"And Aunt Phoebe?" her young man, the only man left in her life, asked, apparently not noticing her staring.
"Sleeping still, of course. Is Jordan still asleep?"
"Last time I checked. I'll go wake her up in a few minutes and walk her home."
Piper grinned at him, knowing her son hid something in the silly grin he wore. She narrowed her eyes and asked, "You're gonna ask her to prom, aren't you?"
"Maybe," Wyatt teased, the sun catching on his blond hair as he rose and cleared his dishes.
"I want all the details!" Piper cried after him as he climbed the stairs two at a time with pep in his step.
~*~*~
"Hey you," Jordan smiled sleepily as Wyatt entered the attic. Her light brown hair had fallen out of her ponytail during the night and one of her overall straps had come unbuckled as she propped herself up with one elbow.
"Buenos dias," Wyatt greeted.
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
"You seemed exhausted. There was no harm in it." And you looked so gorgeous and *angelic* I couldn't bear to wake you. I could have stared at you for hours, he added in his mind, blushing a little at the thought.
"Well, thank you. It's the best night of sleep I've had in a while," Jordan told him, redoing her buckles and fixing her hair.
"When you're ready to go home, I'll walk you," Wyatt offered, sitting down next to her.
She smiled and gave him a friendly, one-armed hug. "Thanks."
"Gosh, that was rude of me. Feel free to stay as long as you want, I was just making the offer," he stammered a bit nervously, realizing what he'd said. "Want some breakfast first?"
She nodded and they headed downstairs.
Author's Note: Traces of clues have been laced throughout, so do you have any guesses what Jordan is hiding? Next chapter, Wyatt asks her to prom and new things about Jordan are discovered..... Sorry, not very much magic in this chapter, but next chapter more. Perhaps we will see how the older Charmed Ones handle demons now?
As the brunette entered the attic, an old, leather-bound book grabbed her attention. It was unceremoniously laid across the table, trying desperately not to be noticed. A normal person would shrug it off as just an old book. Jordan knew better. The Halliwell family Book of Shadows. She tried not to let it tempt her too much and turned her attention away as she heard Wyatt climbing the stairs.
Wyatt found her back on the couch, Spanish book open on her lap.
"I don't know how you pass that class. Sra. Sanchez doesn't teach us anything."
"No, she doesn't. But my parents and I spent three years in Spain before we came here, remember?"
"Ah, so you've got an edge. Cheat," he grinned, falling onto the couch next to her and playfully punching her arm.
"At everything," she smiled, nudging him back. "Now, let's get started, before it gets too late and your mom kicks me out."
"Okay, señorita, vamanos."
~*~*~
Quietness reigned over the room as Wyatt finished writing the paragraph Jordan had assigned him for practice. When he finished, he turned to Jordan and found she had dozed off on the arm of the chair.
As quietly as possible, he shut down both of their laptops and spread a blanket over her shoulders. Gently, reverently, he passed a hand over her face, his thumb brushing her jaw line. Then he orbed himself downstairs to the sunroom.
"Whoa," his Aunt Phoebe exclaimed, startled by his sudden appearance. "Don't we have a mortal in the house? Since when do we use magic with mortals in the house?"
Wyatt laughed. "Jordan's asleep."
Phoebe arched an eyebrow. "Why?"
Wyatt shrugged. "I think she's just exhausted. Do you think Mom'll care if she stays the night on the couch? I can't bear to wake her up."
Phoebe shrugged. "I shouldn't think so. What about her parents?"
"They're out of town for the week. Brazil or somewhere down there."
"Go talk to your mom," Phoebe shooed.
He nodded and went to find her, passing Paige as he left.
"Hi Wyatt," his younger aunt smiled, patting him on the arm, then when he was gone she asked the middle sister, "Where's Jordan?"
"Upstairs," Phoebe answered, replacing her reading glasses and going back to her book. "Asleep."
"Oh. Interesting," Paige commented, taking a seat in the wicker chair to her sister's right.
~*~*~
When Wyatt woke that morning, he checked on Jordan and, finding she was asleep, he went down to grab some breakfast.
"Morning, Mom," he smiled to Piper, sitting down at the table with a bowl and cereal. "Where's Aunt Paige?"
"Store," Piper answered, sitting across from him with a mug of coffee. "Buying some stuff for a potion."
She studied him, the twinkle in his blue eyes, the smile lines on his often- grinning face. He had so much of his father in him. Wyatt possessed his father's healing touch, literally and figuratively, and his broad shouldered frame and tapered waist. But a lot of him had been passed on from her. Piper passed on her smaller nose and longer face and as a boy he'd had freckles like she had. She'd also passed along her somewhat worrying nature and stubbornness.
"And Aunt Phoebe?" her young man, the only man left in her life, asked, apparently not noticing her staring.
"Sleeping still, of course. Is Jordan still asleep?"
"Last time I checked. I'll go wake her up in a few minutes and walk her home."
Piper grinned at him, knowing her son hid something in the silly grin he wore. She narrowed her eyes and asked, "You're gonna ask her to prom, aren't you?"
"Maybe," Wyatt teased, the sun catching on his blond hair as he rose and cleared his dishes.
"I want all the details!" Piper cried after him as he climbed the stairs two at a time with pep in his step.
~*~*~
"Hey you," Jordan smiled sleepily as Wyatt entered the attic. Her light brown hair had fallen out of her ponytail during the night and one of her overall straps had come unbuckled as she propped herself up with one elbow.
"Buenos dias," Wyatt greeted.
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
"You seemed exhausted. There was no harm in it." And you looked so gorgeous and *angelic* I couldn't bear to wake you. I could have stared at you for hours, he added in his mind, blushing a little at the thought.
"Well, thank you. It's the best night of sleep I've had in a while," Jordan told him, redoing her buckles and fixing her hair.
"When you're ready to go home, I'll walk you," Wyatt offered, sitting down next to her.
She smiled and gave him a friendly, one-armed hug. "Thanks."
"Gosh, that was rude of me. Feel free to stay as long as you want, I was just making the offer," he stammered a bit nervously, realizing what he'd said. "Want some breakfast first?"
She nodded and they headed downstairs.
Author's Note: Traces of clues have been laced throughout, so do you have any guesses what Jordan is hiding? Next chapter, Wyatt asks her to prom and new things about Jordan are discovered..... Sorry, not very much magic in this chapter, but next chapter more. Perhaps we will see how the older Charmed Ones handle demons now?