Author's Note: I'm back and ready for action! Sorry for the long wait but I've been out of town for about the whole time from the last post until now. This one is pretty short. I'm sorry; I just wanted to get this out to you guys. I promise it won't take as long for another this time.
After making sure her cousin had left the street, Casey hurried up the stairs and into the attic. The Book of Shadows was back on its stand and Casey cautiously approached it, wondering whether or not she should open it. It was hers too, wasn't it?
The old book fell open and the pages began to flutter past on their own. The pages fell silent after a few moments and Casey took a step closer to the podium it was laying on.
"The Invisibility Spell," she read aloud, looking the page over. "This seems easy enough."
Thinking of how much fun it could be and the pranks she could pull on her cousin and his girlfriend tonight, she read the spell in her head a few times, making sure she had all of the correct pronunciation before reading it aloud.
"In the darkness of the invisibility,
Cloak me now.
So eyes can no longer see
My image about."
She waited in anticipation for any change in her or an odd sensation to pass over. Nothing happened.
"Screw that," Casey grumbled, slamming the Book shut and storming out of the room as blue lights materialized behind her as the door closed.
~*~*~
"I'm looking for Jordan Berkley," Wyatt urgently told the nurse at the reception area, nearly running into the hospital desk.
The older woman smiled kindly. "She told me you would be coming in all worked up. Room 527, she's expecting you."
"Thank you!"
"And young man," she called to his retreating back.
He spun back around to face her. "Yes, ma'am?"
"She's just fine."
Wyatt smiled and continued his jog down the hall in the direction the nurse had pointed. Halfway down the hall he found Room 527 and opened the door. Seeing she was awake, he rushed in and was immediately at her side, taking her hand in his.
"Are you okay?" he asked for the millionth time.
"I'm fine, Wyatt. Having some trouble getting out of here, though. They can't get a hold of my parents." She flashed a smile at him.
"Do you think my mom could come help?" His voice was almost giddy with excitement at seeing her safe and sound and unharmed, but for a superficial cut across her forehead. He raised his other hand to brush away her hair from her face, unwilling to let go of her hand for even a second.
"I don't know what the hospital policy is. I think if my parents can't be reached in another hour, I'm free to go home. Something like that. I'm so glad you're here. Hospitals are rather boring." She made a face at him, then broke into a grin. " Stop looking so worried, Wyatt Halliwell!"
"I can't help it, Jordan Berkley! You're the one that wrecked the car and ended up in the hospital." His grin was immediately gone as her face fell and he realized what he'd said. "Look, Jordan, that didn't sound right."
"No, you're right, Wyatt," she broke in. "I crashed your baby. It's totally ruined! I know it meant the world to you. I just can't believe…"
Wyatt put a finger to her lips to stop her. "Hey, did you walk away from it unhurt?"
She smiled lightly and nodded.
"Well then, insurance will pay for the rest. I don't care about that stupid car as long as you are safe and sound."
The look in his blue eyes melted her heart when she looked into them. He removed his finger from her lips and took her other hand.
"As long as I have you, I'm the luckiest guy in the world," Wyatt assured her.
"That makes me the luckiest girl."
He smirked, then leaned in for a gentle kiss that tasted of innocent young love. They were falling hard and neither had yet to realize the extent of it.
There was a cough in the doorway. They pulled apart as a nurse walked in, flush filling their cheeks. Jordan elbowed him teasingly and smiled at the African-American woman in her late forties. He released one hand and pulled a chair over to her bedside.
"So this is the boy you've been telling me all about," the nurse said, refilling Jordan's water pitcher.
"Yes, Doris, this is Wyatt."
"Nice to meet you," Wyatt offered congenially.
"You too. All this girl's been talking about is you. She said you'd be right over and all out of sorts. Knows you pretty well it seems."
Wyatt squeezed her hand affectionately.
"Well, Jordan sweetie, the doctor just told me he finally got in touch with your parents."
"He did?" Jordan asked, surprised evident in her pale green eyes.
"Yes, he did. They said they would talk to you when you got home and were glad you were safe. He's writing up your discharge papers now so you can get dressed and he'll be in in a minute."
Doris's eyes fell to Wyatt, who smiled almost nervously and turned to Jordan.
"I'm going to go call my mom and tell her everything is okay. Are you still up for dinner?"
"Of course," Jordan answered. "It will be nice change in pace. Thank your mom for me again."
He nodded in acknowledgement and left the room.
"He's a cutie," Doris grinned, handing Jordan her clothes. "And a nice boy, too."
"What can I say? I'm the luckiest girl in the world."
Jordan knew what they were doing was frowned upon "Up There" but with every day she spent with him she enjoyed him more and more…