Wyatt approached the soccer table and leaned against the folding card
table across from the preoccupied Jordan.
"I'd like to make a donation," he announced.
"Yeah, sure, how much?" she asked, keeping her eyes on the tally sheet in front of her.
"There's a condition, though."
She looked up and a wide grin spread across her face. "Yes, sir, and what condition is that?"
"A kiss from a Varsity player. Preferably a sweeper."
"Oh, well I'll call Jess," she grinned, making motions to stand up and call someone over.
"Don't you dare," Wyatt smiled, leaning over the table to quickly grab a kiss.
"We're all heading out to the beach after our shifts, think you can come?" she asked, gesturing for him to come around back with her.
"Sure, I'll go tell my mom. I'm off, so I'll come back here. Need a ride?"
"Yeah, I had to catch a cab this morning." Jordan wrinkled her nose in disapproval.
"You need a car," Wyatt told her, brushing a hand across her back and leaning down to kiss her cheek. "I'll come get you."
"Thanks, Wyatt. See you in a few," she called as he walked off and she moved on to the next charitable person.
Wyatt went off in search of his family and found them resting on a bench towards the edge of the crowd.
"Hey Wyatt. What's up?" Paige asked, offering him a bottle of water as he sat next to them. His mom sat in the middle, Paige on one end and Phoebe right next to him.
"Not much. Finished my shift and was coming to see if I could head out to the beach for a bit."
"Sure," Piper answered. "Go ahead. Be safe."
"Don't do anything your mom wouldn't do. I'd say me or Paige, but.."
"Yeah," Wyatt laughed, "That's not much."
The Charmed Ones chuckled.
"Don't be gone too long, though. Casey's coming over tonight and staying until Tuesday, and she'll probably want to hang out with you."
His Aunt Phoebe had been married four times now, only one of which, her second, produced any children. His twelve-year-old cousin Casey lived with her father most of the time. He had won custody of her by threatening to expose the Halliwell secret if Phoebe didn't give him full custody with limited visiting rights. Casey came over once or twice a month and on alternating holidays. She was not allowed to practice the craft with her dad and so Phoebe had to keep her training secret. Casey had inherited her mother's premonition power and so it was fairly easy to hide, if a little uncontrollable.
Paige Matthews had been married twice, both marriages ending in messy divorces, though like Phoebe's third and fourth husbands, neither had been trusted with the family secret. Paige had no children of her own and therefore played the spoiling aunt to both Casey and Wyatt.
"I'll be back soon," he assured them, saying his goodbyes and heading back to Jordan.
~*~*~
"Wyatt!" Jordan protested, though the "tt" was lost under the water as she was dunked.
Jess, Maddie, and George had joined them at the beach and were lounging on blankets while Jordan and Wyatt played in the freezing cold water.
"That's so cold!" she cried as she reemerged from underneath.
Wyatt smiled and wrapped his arms around her.
"Sorry. You just left yourself open!"
She smiled and reached up to kiss him, but was interrupted by Jess's cries from the shore.
"Hey Wyatt! Your mom's on your cell!"
Sighing, he waded out and dried himself off, grabbing the phone.
"Hi Mom."
"Wyatt, we need you home, now. We have a problem."
"What kind of problem?" Wyatt complained.
"The usual. We need all the extra help we can get because Casey just got here. Orb over here."
"Okay. I'll be right there."
He snapped his phone closed and gave Jordan the keys to his car, telling her he was catching a taxi home and to drive over for dinner later.
"Ooh, Wyatt's trusting me with his baby," she teased.
"Yeah, be careful," Wyatt warned with a grin and then left, orbing clear as soon as he was out of sight behind a rock.
~*~*~
It turned out to be a fairly simple vanquish and all Wyatt did was watch his younger cousin.
"Are you gonna do anything else other than play that stupid game?" he asked, glancing up from his book, The Catcher in the Rye, an English homework assignment.
Casey sat across from him in the living room, her brown eyes intently fixed on a handheld game and her chin length brown hair falling in her way.
"No," Casey Prudence Halliwell responded without looking up from her playing. "There's nothing cool to do around here."
"You could go work on some potions," Wyatt offered. "I'll even help."
"No thanks. Dad doesn't like me doing all that witchy stuff."
"But it's part of who you are. Just 'cause your dad doesn't like it doesn't mean you should deny who you are."
"Easy for you to say. You grew up doing it. Don't you have a girlfriend or something to go bug?"
"Yeah, she's coming over for dinner so you're stuck with me for a while. And you're going to be nice to her."
Casey wrinkled her nose, but nodded. She may have been an annoying preteen, but she did look up to her older cousin.
All of the Halliwell sisters were out for the afternoon shopping for dinner for six, as opposed to the usual four. That left Wyatt and Casey to amuse each other for the afternoon. It wasn't going well.
"You hungry?" he asked.
Casey nodded.
"Okay, I'll get us some food."
He went into the kitchen and as he was preparing their snack, the phone rang. Wyatt grabbed the cordless quickly, thinking it was Jordan on her cell phone, checking in. He was partially correct, though she wasn't just checking in.
"Oh, Wyatt! I'm so sorry," she sobbed, her voice making Wyatt's face pale at its distress. "Your poor baby. He just came up behind and passed me!"
"Whoa! Slow down, Jordan. What happened? Are you okay?"
He heard her take a deep, shaky breath. "There's been an accident. This guy, he illegally passed me and was in my blind spot. I didn't see him! He sideswiped me on the bridge. Your car! It's totaled. I'm so sorry!" She started to sob again.
"Calm down, sweetie. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Jordan said quickly. "But your car, Wyatt! That car means the world to you."
"No, you do," he contradicted gently, a weight being lifted from his shoulders known she was all right. "As long as you are safe, the rest doesn't matter. Cars can be replaced."
"Oh, Wyatt..."
Her breathing slowly regained normalcy and she sighed.
"Where are you now, Jordan?"
"The hospital."
"I thought you said you were fine!"
"Just a few bumps and scrapes. They've fixed me up well," Jordan assured him.
"Okay, stay there. I'm gonna grab Mom's car and I'll come pick you up. Are you okay until then?"
"Yes, Wyatt."
"Okay. I'm coming. Hold on."
He grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and went back into the living room. Wyatt dropped the apple in his cousin's lap.
"Stay here and tell my mom to call me on my cell phone when she gets home. I'll be on the way to the hospital. Stay out of trouble and I'm locking the doors behind me."
Casey finally looked up. "What? What happened?"
"Nothing too major. Just have to go pick up my girlfriend, now behave because I'm trusting you, Casey."
"I'd like to make a donation," he announced.
"Yeah, sure, how much?" she asked, keeping her eyes on the tally sheet in front of her.
"There's a condition, though."
She looked up and a wide grin spread across her face. "Yes, sir, and what condition is that?"
"A kiss from a Varsity player. Preferably a sweeper."
"Oh, well I'll call Jess," she grinned, making motions to stand up and call someone over.
"Don't you dare," Wyatt smiled, leaning over the table to quickly grab a kiss.
"We're all heading out to the beach after our shifts, think you can come?" she asked, gesturing for him to come around back with her.
"Sure, I'll go tell my mom. I'm off, so I'll come back here. Need a ride?"
"Yeah, I had to catch a cab this morning." Jordan wrinkled her nose in disapproval.
"You need a car," Wyatt told her, brushing a hand across her back and leaning down to kiss her cheek. "I'll come get you."
"Thanks, Wyatt. See you in a few," she called as he walked off and she moved on to the next charitable person.
Wyatt went off in search of his family and found them resting on a bench towards the edge of the crowd.
"Hey Wyatt. What's up?" Paige asked, offering him a bottle of water as he sat next to them. His mom sat in the middle, Paige on one end and Phoebe right next to him.
"Not much. Finished my shift and was coming to see if I could head out to the beach for a bit."
"Sure," Piper answered. "Go ahead. Be safe."
"Don't do anything your mom wouldn't do. I'd say me or Paige, but.."
"Yeah," Wyatt laughed, "That's not much."
The Charmed Ones chuckled.
"Don't be gone too long, though. Casey's coming over tonight and staying until Tuesday, and she'll probably want to hang out with you."
His Aunt Phoebe had been married four times now, only one of which, her second, produced any children. His twelve-year-old cousin Casey lived with her father most of the time. He had won custody of her by threatening to expose the Halliwell secret if Phoebe didn't give him full custody with limited visiting rights. Casey came over once or twice a month and on alternating holidays. She was not allowed to practice the craft with her dad and so Phoebe had to keep her training secret. Casey had inherited her mother's premonition power and so it was fairly easy to hide, if a little uncontrollable.
Paige Matthews had been married twice, both marriages ending in messy divorces, though like Phoebe's third and fourth husbands, neither had been trusted with the family secret. Paige had no children of her own and therefore played the spoiling aunt to both Casey and Wyatt.
"I'll be back soon," he assured them, saying his goodbyes and heading back to Jordan.
~*~*~
"Wyatt!" Jordan protested, though the "tt" was lost under the water as she was dunked.
Jess, Maddie, and George had joined them at the beach and were lounging on blankets while Jordan and Wyatt played in the freezing cold water.
"That's so cold!" she cried as she reemerged from underneath.
Wyatt smiled and wrapped his arms around her.
"Sorry. You just left yourself open!"
She smiled and reached up to kiss him, but was interrupted by Jess's cries from the shore.
"Hey Wyatt! Your mom's on your cell!"
Sighing, he waded out and dried himself off, grabbing the phone.
"Hi Mom."
"Wyatt, we need you home, now. We have a problem."
"What kind of problem?" Wyatt complained.
"The usual. We need all the extra help we can get because Casey just got here. Orb over here."
"Okay. I'll be right there."
He snapped his phone closed and gave Jordan the keys to his car, telling her he was catching a taxi home and to drive over for dinner later.
"Ooh, Wyatt's trusting me with his baby," she teased.
"Yeah, be careful," Wyatt warned with a grin and then left, orbing clear as soon as he was out of sight behind a rock.
~*~*~
It turned out to be a fairly simple vanquish and all Wyatt did was watch his younger cousin.
"Are you gonna do anything else other than play that stupid game?" he asked, glancing up from his book, The Catcher in the Rye, an English homework assignment.
Casey sat across from him in the living room, her brown eyes intently fixed on a handheld game and her chin length brown hair falling in her way.
"No," Casey Prudence Halliwell responded without looking up from her playing. "There's nothing cool to do around here."
"You could go work on some potions," Wyatt offered. "I'll even help."
"No thanks. Dad doesn't like me doing all that witchy stuff."
"But it's part of who you are. Just 'cause your dad doesn't like it doesn't mean you should deny who you are."
"Easy for you to say. You grew up doing it. Don't you have a girlfriend or something to go bug?"
"Yeah, she's coming over for dinner so you're stuck with me for a while. And you're going to be nice to her."
Casey wrinkled her nose, but nodded. She may have been an annoying preteen, but she did look up to her older cousin.
All of the Halliwell sisters were out for the afternoon shopping for dinner for six, as opposed to the usual four. That left Wyatt and Casey to amuse each other for the afternoon. It wasn't going well.
"You hungry?" he asked.
Casey nodded.
"Okay, I'll get us some food."
He went into the kitchen and as he was preparing their snack, the phone rang. Wyatt grabbed the cordless quickly, thinking it was Jordan on her cell phone, checking in. He was partially correct, though she wasn't just checking in.
"Oh, Wyatt! I'm so sorry," she sobbed, her voice making Wyatt's face pale at its distress. "Your poor baby. He just came up behind and passed me!"
"Whoa! Slow down, Jordan. What happened? Are you okay?"
He heard her take a deep, shaky breath. "There's been an accident. This guy, he illegally passed me and was in my blind spot. I didn't see him! He sideswiped me on the bridge. Your car! It's totaled. I'm so sorry!" She started to sob again.
"Calm down, sweetie. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Jordan said quickly. "But your car, Wyatt! That car means the world to you."
"No, you do," he contradicted gently, a weight being lifted from his shoulders known she was all right. "As long as you are safe, the rest doesn't matter. Cars can be replaced."
"Oh, Wyatt..."
Her breathing slowly regained normalcy and she sighed.
"Where are you now, Jordan?"
"The hospital."
"I thought you said you were fine!"
"Just a few bumps and scrapes. They've fixed me up well," Jordan assured him.
"Okay, stay there. I'm gonna grab Mom's car and I'll come pick you up. Are you okay until then?"
"Yes, Wyatt."
"Okay. I'm coming. Hold on."
He grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and went back into the living room. Wyatt dropped the apple in his cousin's lap.
"Stay here and tell my mom to call me on my cell phone when she gets home. I'll be on the way to the hospital. Stay out of trouble and I'm locking the doors behind me."
Casey finally looked up. "What? What happened?"
"Nothing too major. Just have to go pick up my girlfriend, now behave because I'm trusting you, Casey."