"Well, well," a familiar voice commented behind her as Jordan slipped
into the house she'd been living in alone for the better part of a year.
"Master Elder," she smiled, turning around to see one of the all- powerful Elders standing in her foyer in his shimmering robes.
"Jordan," the Elder answered, grinning from ear to ear. "Please, call me Leo. After all, my son is taking you to prom."
She blushed and motioned to her living room. "To what do I owe the honor of your appearance, Leo?"
"Just checking on your progress. You have a very unique assignment, having only one charge. We thought you should receive some individual treatment."
Leo Wyatt, eyes as bright as ever but with shocks of white hair invading his blond, sat himself on the couch Jordan offered as she sat in a chair across from him.
"And?" Jordan prompted.
"Well, my son is taking you to prom."
Jordan laughed and tried to hide her blushing. "May I make a suggestion, Honored One?"
"Of course, Jordan. I always accept help from such talented White Lighters as yourself."
She chuckled nervously. "Prom is a big deal at Baker High. All the moms take the girls out for dresses and the dads help the guys pick out tuxes, or in this case uniforms. The theme for prom this year is war history, so you pick the era and soldier to dress up from. Maybe, you could help Wyatt with his? Before you say anything about how you aren't supposed to see him and the other Elders won't like it, think about it. I know him better than anyone else outside of his family. He is a happy young man, but he always says there is one thing missing..."
"A father," Leo finished for her, his hands folded in a musing matter, thinking her suggestion over.
She nodded sadly.
"Well, how about I make you a deal. You don't tell the Elders or his mom I'm considering it and I don't tell them what happened on the front porch." He winked at her and she flushed.
Just then her cell phone rang and Leo smiled and orbed out.
"Wyatt," she laughed with a radiant grin. "I didn't mean immediately." Something about her tone contradicted her words.
"I know. I just couldn't stop thinking about you."
It was the beginning of Baker High's most talked about relationship.
~*~*~
"Heard about you and Wyatt," Marshall teased that Monday morning as Jordan slumped down next to him in fifth period Art, one of the few classes she didn't share with Wyatt.
She couldn't help but smile at his comment.
"It's about time," Marshall continued, handing her a paintbrush from the bucket in the center of the table.
"What do you mean?"
"Wyatt's the school photographer, right?"
Jordan nodded as she started that week's project.
"Well, I'm on the newspaper and yearbook staff. When Wyatt likes a girl, she suddenly appears in most of his shots. Needless to say, you've been dominating his photographs all of this year."
Jordan laughed and rolled her eyes. "What can I say? I'm very photogenic."
"I don't blame him," Marshall grinned.
~*~*~
It was Friday night and all was normal in the Halliwell Manor, apart from the absence of the sole male member.
"Wasn't Wyatt supposed to be home twenty minutes ago?" Paige asked Piper bringing her sketchbook into the living room and stretching out on the couch.
"Oh, he's been home for a while now. He and Jordan are on the front porch," Piper told her with a smirk tickling her lips.
"Ooh, really?" Paige raised her eyebrows.
"Mmhmmm. They're havin' a good old time."
Paige crossed to the window and peeked out of the curtain. Wyatt and Jordan certainly were having a great time.
"Can I flash the lights? Please?" Paige grinned with a teasing air.
"Yes," Piper laughed, looking up from her book. "I think we've given them enough time."
Paige turned the front porch lights on and off.
Wyatt groaned and broke from the kiss, keeping his arms around her and resting his forehead on hers.
"Damn nosy aunts," he smiled.
"Go inside before you get in trouble," Jordan grinned, nudging him gently.
"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow morning, then?"
"Bright and early in the park for the fair," she smiled.
"Okay. You got a ride?"
She nodded and kissed his cheek. "Goodnight."
"'Night."
~*~*~
"I gotta work the yearbook booth until noon. Can you three occupy yourselves today?" Wyatt asked his mom and aunts as they met outside the Baker High Anniversary Fair. The Halliwell sisters had come in one car, while Wyatt had driven his own silver 2006 Infiniti G35, his beloved old car that he kept in mint condition.
"We can handle it, Wyatt," Phoebe rolled her eyes. "Don't worry about us. Run along and have some fun. We're off to dig up old embarrassing pictures of your mom at the alumni table."
Wyatt laughed. "Bring me some good ones."
"No!" Piper objected. "No way. C'mon Paige, Phoebe was way more embarrassing."
The three middle-aged women walked off, giggling like teenagers.
"Boo!" a voice surprised him from behind as two slim arms slipped around his waist. "Good morning."
"Hey, Jordan," Wyatt smiled, turning around to find Jordan. "What booth are you working this morning?"
"Soccer booster club," Jordan sighed, taking his hands in hers as she talk to him. "Gathering money for new uniforms next year."
"Ones that actually fit?" Wyatt asked, watching the sun cast its light onto Jordan's brown hair, revealing its auburn highlights.
"Preferably," Jordan answered, smiling brightly and tilting her head back and forth. "As rising seniors, the burden of buying them passes to our shoulders."
"Rising seniors. I like the sound of that," Wyatt grinned.
"Get used to it," Jordan returned, releasing one of his hands and leading him into the crowd. "Next year we rule the school."
"Hey Halliwell! Game Monday. I got your back, you get the goals!" George, a senior midfielder on the soccer team, called across the crowd to Wyatt, raising a hand in greeting.
"You set 'em up, I'll put 'em in," Wyatt responded, nodding in his direction. George made his way over with two JV freshmen in tow.
"Hey, Brett, get this lovely lady some Coke," George ordered one of the small guys, shaking Wyatt's hand and giving Jordan a wink.
Jordan smiled. "You guys think you're going to beat Bay Central?"
"Of course!" Wyatt and George exclaimed in unison.
Jordan's eyes rolled.
"Baker guys have got a shot at state this year. We could be headed for the capital."
"Sorry, boys, but we'll just have to steal your thunder. The girls have a better record so far this year."
"Yeah, well our girls kick ass, no one was questioning that."
"And the hottest girls at Baker happen to play the real football," George added to Wyatt's comment as Brett returned with a plastic cup of ice and a Coke can.
"No disagreement here," Wyatt grinned, following Jordan's graceful movements as she graciously accepted the drink. He could almost see her blush.
"Jordan!" her friend Maddie yelled from the soccer booth. "Come on!"
"Coming!" she returned. "I better go. Thanks for the Coke, George, Brett. Wyatt, come see me on your break." She reached up to brush a kiss on his cheek, squeezing his hand, and walked away.
All four young men watched her walk away in her tight black shirt, jeans, and Birkenstocks that left just enough to the imagination but weren't too modest.
"Damn, she's hot," George whistled. "Nice catch, my friend." He clapped Wyatt on the back and headed off to meet some of his female friends while Wyatt made his way to the yearbook table.
Author's note: LEO! Yay! Hehehe. He'll come back later, not to worry. There have been questions about Chris. Well, I'm just gonna assume he was evil and the Charmed Ones got rid of him. *shrugs* It doesn't have much effect on the story, so I'm not gonna worry about it.
"Master Elder," she smiled, turning around to see one of the all- powerful Elders standing in her foyer in his shimmering robes.
"Jordan," the Elder answered, grinning from ear to ear. "Please, call me Leo. After all, my son is taking you to prom."
She blushed and motioned to her living room. "To what do I owe the honor of your appearance, Leo?"
"Just checking on your progress. You have a very unique assignment, having only one charge. We thought you should receive some individual treatment."
Leo Wyatt, eyes as bright as ever but with shocks of white hair invading his blond, sat himself on the couch Jordan offered as she sat in a chair across from him.
"And?" Jordan prompted.
"Well, my son is taking you to prom."
Jordan laughed and tried to hide her blushing. "May I make a suggestion, Honored One?"
"Of course, Jordan. I always accept help from such talented White Lighters as yourself."
She chuckled nervously. "Prom is a big deal at Baker High. All the moms take the girls out for dresses and the dads help the guys pick out tuxes, or in this case uniforms. The theme for prom this year is war history, so you pick the era and soldier to dress up from. Maybe, you could help Wyatt with his? Before you say anything about how you aren't supposed to see him and the other Elders won't like it, think about it. I know him better than anyone else outside of his family. He is a happy young man, but he always says there is one thing missing..."
"A father," Leo finished for her, his hands folded in a musing matter, thinking her suggestion over.
She nodded sadly.
"Well, how about I make you a deal. You don't tell the Elders or his mom I'm considering it and I don't tell them what happened on the front porch." He winked at her and she flushed.
Just then her cell phone rang and Leo smiled and orbed out.
"Wyatt," she laughed with a radiant grin. "I didn't mean immediately." Something about her tone contradicted her words.
"I know. I just couldn't stop thinking about you."
It was the beginning of Baker High's most talked about relationship.
~*~*~
"Heard about you and Wyatt," Marshall teased that Monday morning as Jordan slumped down next to him in fifth period Art, one of the few classes she didn't share with Wyatt.
She couldn't help but smile at his comment.
"It's about time," Marshall continued, handing her a paintbrush from the bucket in the center of the table.
"What do you mean?"
"Wyatt's the school photographer, right?"
Jordan nodded as she started that week's project.
"Well, I'm on the newspaper and yearbook staff. When Wyatt likes a girl, she suddenly appears in most of his shots. Needless to say, you've been dominating his photographs all of this year."
Jordan laughed and rolled her eyes. "What can I say? I'm very photogenic."
"I don't blame him," Marshall grinned.
~*~*~
It was Friday night and all was normal in the Halliwell Manor, apart from the absence of the sole male member.
"Wasn't Wyatt supposed to be home twenty minutes ago?" Paige asked Piper bringing her sketchbook into the living room and stretching out on the couch.
"Oh, he's been home for a while now. He and Jordan are on the front porch," Piper told her with a smirk tickling her lips.
"Ooh, really?" Paige raised her eyebrows.
"Mmhmmm. They're havin' a good old time."
Paige crossed to the window and peeked out of the curtain. Wyatt and Jordan certainly were having a great time.
"Can I flash the lights? Please?" Paige grinned with a teasing air.
"Yes," Piper laughed, looking up from her book. "I think we've given them enough time."
Paige turned the front porch lights on and off.
Wyatt groaned and broke from the kiss, keeping his arms around her and resting his forehead on hers.
"Damn nosy aunts," he smiled.
"Go inside before you get in trouble," Jordan grinned, nudging him gently.
"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow morning, then?"
"Bright and early in the park for the fair," she smiled.
"Okay. You got a ride?"
She nodded and kissed his cheek. "Goodnight."
"'Night."
~*~*~
"I gotta work the yearbook booth until noon. Can you three occupy yourselves today?" Wyatt asked his mom and aunts as they met outside the Baker High Anniversary Fair. The Halliwell sisters had come in one car, while Wyatt had driven his own silver 2006 Infiniti G35, his beloved old car that he kept in mint condition.
"We can handle it, Wyatt," Phoebe rolled her eyes. "Don't worry about us. Run along and have some fun. We're off to dig up old embarrassing pictures of your mom at the alumni table."
Wyatt laughed. "Bring me some good ones."
"No!" Piper objected. "No way. C'mon Paige, Phoebe was way more embarrassing."
The three middle-aged women walked off, giggling like teenagers.
"Boo!" a voice surprised him from behind as two slim arms slipped around his waist. "Good morning."
"Hey, Jordan," Wyatt smiled, turning around to find Jordan. "What booth are you working this morning?"
"Soccer booster club," Jordan sighed, taking his hands in hers as she talk to him. "Gathering money for new uniforms next year."
"Ones that actually fit?" Wyatt asked, watching the sun cast its light onto Jordan's brown hair, revealing its auburn highlights.
"Preferably," Jordan answered, smiling brightly and tilting her head back and forth. "As rising seniors, the burden of buying them passes to our shoulders."
"Rising seniors. I like the sound of that," Wyatt grinned.
"Get used to it," Jordan returned, releasing one of his hands and leading him into the crowd. "Next year we rule the school."
"Hey Halliwell! Game Monday. I got your back, you get the goals!" George, a senior midfielder on the soccer team, called across the crowd to Wyatt, raising a hand in greeting.
"You set 'em up, I'll put 'em in," Wyatt responded, nodding in his direction. George made his way over with two JV freshmen in tow.
"Hey, Brett, get this lovely lady some Coke," George ordered one of the small guys, shaking Wyatt's hand and giving Jordan a wink.
Jordan smiled. "You guys think you're going to beat Bay Central?"
"Of course!" Wyatt and George exclaimed in unison.
Jordan's eyes rolled.
"Baker guys have got a shot at state this year. We could be headed for the capital."
"Sorry, boys, but we'll just have to steal your thunder. The girls have a better record so far this year."
"Yeah, well our girls kick ass, no one was questioning that."
"And the hottest girls at Baker happen to play the real football," George added to Wyatt's comment as Brett returned with a plastic cup of ice and a Coke can.
"No disagreement here," Wyatt grinned, following Jordan's graceful movements as she graciously accepted the drink. He could almost see her blush.
"Jordan!" her friend Maddie yelled from the soccer booth. "Come on!"
"Coming!" she returned. "I better go. Thanks for the Coke, George, Brett. Wyatt, come see me on your break." She reached up to brush a kiss on his cheek, squeezing his hand, and walked away.
All four young men watched her walk away in her tight black shirt, jeans, and Birkenstocks that left just enough to the imagination but weren't too modest.
"Damn, she's hot," George whistled. "Nice catch, my friend." He clapped Wyatt on the back and headed off to meet some of his female friends while Wyatt made his way to the yearbook table.
Author's note: LEO! Yay! Hehehe. He'll come back later, not to worry. There have been questions about Chris. Well, I'm just gonna assume he was evil and the Charmed Ones got rid of him. *shrugs* It doesn't have much effect on the story, so I'm not gonna worry about it.