Author's Note: Okay, so the first chapter says Wyatt plays fall soccer and spring baseball, but those two are switched. I'll go do it on the chapter when I get a chance. Just for now, it is spring and soccer season.

"Wyatt, have you seen your cousin?" Piper asked her son over the phone. "We can't find her anywhere."

"What?!" Wyatt exploded. "I left her with specific instructions to not get into trouble!" He started mumbling under his breath about his cousin.

"You mean she isn't with you?" There was more panic in Piper's voice this time.

"No! I'm at the hospital."

"The hospital?!" Piper exclaimed.

She was approaching her boiling over point quickly. He quickly and calmly explained the afternoon's events.

"Okay," the eldest Halliwell sister blew out a large, tension-filled breath. "You bring Jordan home. Hopefully we will have found Casey by then. If not, you're going to have to find a way to keep Jordan in your room. And don't even go there, young man."

Wyatt laughed. "Yes, ma'am. We'll be right home."

"Okay, see you soon."

"Hey, Mom," he added, "I can sense that Casey isn't in danger. She's probably just wreaking some havoc."

"That's what I'm afraid of, Wyatt."

~*~*~

"Stay here, I just have to take care of something for my mom. You relax, you've had a rough day," Wyatt smiled as he instructed Jordan.

She was propped up against his headboard with an agitated smile.

"I'm not an invalid, Halliwell," she groaned, though she was secretly enjoying the pampering.

"For tonight you are," Wyatt argued with a wink, kissing her cut on her forehead. "Stay here."

He jogged out of his room and up into the attic. His sensing skills were very rudimentary and his cousin's signature was very subtle, but he seemed to be drawn to the attic. He turned the door handle and found it surprisingly open. He was sure he had left it locked!

'Oh no, Casey. She did something with the Book,' Wyatt inwardly groaned, taking a step into the room.

As he stood behind the Book of Shadows, the Book slammed open with a wham and the pages fluttered on their own.

"Grams? Aunt Prue?" Wyatt called futiley towards the ceiling. "Have you guys seen Casey?"

"Well, no one has really seen her for the past few hours," a male voice behind him informed him.

Wyatt jumped as the pages of the Book stopped flipping and opened to the Invisibility Spell and he spun around to see a mirror image of himself. Or, rather, an aged mirror image.

The man was dressed in golden robes and his hair was shocked with white in places, leaving only a little of a blond equal to Wyatt's.

"Who are you?" the teen demanded, holding his hands at ready for deflection, freezing, exploding, telekinesis, anything. His reflexive shield leapt up around him.

"Calm down, Wyatt," his voice soothed and Wyatt was brought to a very distant memory of that voice soothing him to sleep. "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here on the recommendation of a friend, though it seems you could use some help finding little Casey."

"Who are you?" he demanded again.

"Wyatt," Leo smiled, trying to withhold a grin, "I'm your father."

"What?!"

"Keep it down," Leo warned. "Your mom and aunts can't know I'm here."

"What are you talking about? My dad left us!"

"I know," Leo said guiltily. "But there were many, many factors surrounding that decision. I wish it hadn't happened."

"So what are you doing here now? What are you?"

Leo's brow furrowed. "Your mom didn't tell you?"

"She said you had a higher calling that was more important than us. Besides that, no. It made her so upset that I never asked again. You were a White Lighter, that's where I get my orbing powers from. And Mom loved you very much. Your last name is my first name."

Wyatt took a step back and shrugged his shoulders. His sensitivity to emotions that came with his White Lighter blood had stopped him from questioning too much about his father. He had just spilled what little knowledge he had picked up throughout the years. As a young boy he had heard his mother crying at night over someone named "Leo" and questioned his aunts about it. They'd told him very little; just that Leo Wyatt was his father and a White Lighter and circumstances had caused him to no longer be around.

"That's all she told you?" His father was obviously hurt. "I'm an Elder now. I've been watching over you and Piper ever since. Your guardian angel told me you might need some fatherly support right now."

An Elder? Wyatt's face mimicked Leo's earlier confusion. His dad was one of those higher beings his aunts were always cursing? And since when had Wyatt had a guardian angel? The Charmed Ones had refused a White Lighter ever since their replacement has turned out to be very evil. His life didn't last long. If they ever needed any help from above, Paige orbed up. It wasn't very often.

"Everything is perfect. I've never had a father, nor do I need one," Wyatt growled.

"I know this is hard for you, but your angel knows what is best."

"Who the hell is this guardian angel?" Wyatt demanded.

"Please, just let me help you find Casey and then we'll talk."

Wyatt couldn't refuse an Elder's help in finding his lost cousin. Downstairs Paige was the only one keeping her cool. Phoebe was a nervous wreck and his mother's anger was mounting.

"So where is she?"

"When I orbed in here, she had just finished saying the Invisibility Spell and huffed out of the room. Right now she is downstairs trying to get the Charmed Ones' attention. Turn the page of the Book and you'll see a counter spell."

"This better work," Wyatt grumbled, quickly memorizing the counter spell. "Wait here."

He left the attic, pausing in his room to tell Jordan he'd be a few more minutes, and coming down the steps two at a time.

"Did you find her?" Phoebe demanded.

"Almost," Wyatt assured her. Then he recited the counter spell and his cousin flickered back into view between his mom and Aunt Paige.

"Casey Prudence Halliwell!" Phoebe cried, anger masking her relief. "What were you thinking?"

"I was trying to get your attention," Casey defended, tear trails obvious on her face. "I didn't mean to. I thought I was stuck.. It was an accident. Wyatt gets to use the Book all the time."

"Wyatt is much older than you. He has lots of practice, sweetie," Piper soothed her, rubbing her back. When she'd realized Casey was safe and scared, her anger had quickly dissipated.

Phoebe ran over to her daughter and enfolded her in a huge hug.

"Don't ever do that to me, again," she told her, kissing the top of her head.

The twelve-year-old nodded and Wyatt smiled, no longer mad at Casey. He'd done some pretty crazy stuff in his younger years while practicing magic. He recognized that moment of fear and panic when you weren't sure if what you had done was reversible.

"If that's all cleared up, I'm going to go get my girlfriend," Wyatt announced, winking at Casey to show her he wasn't mad. "How much longer 'til dinner?"

"Five minutes," Piper called after him as he quickly climbed the steps.

Instead of immediately going into his room, though, he went to the attic and closed the door behind him.

"Look, I can't deal with this right now. Thanks for helping with Casey, but I've got my family and girlfriend to take care of and right now we're having dinner."

The word "girlfriend" registered in Leo's mind and he inwardly winced. So the rumors were true and the feelings Leo had felt from the two that day on Jordan's porch had escalated. They didn't realize what they were getting themselves into.

"Okay, but we do need to talk about this. Tomorrow, in Golden Gate Park. I'll find you."

He orbed out with an almost sorrowful look on his face.

Wyatt sighed and left the attic, forcing himself not to slam the door. He stuck his head into his room. "Dinner's almost ready."

"You found Casey?" Jordan smiled, dropping his ESPN magazine and pushing herself off of his bed.

"Yeah," Wyatt grinned, his worries melting away with her smile. "She was hiding."

Jordan didn't believe him, but didn't press the matter. He was allowed his secrets since she was certainly hiding a large one.

"Mmm, smells good. Let's go."