Author's Note: Sorry it's so short and it's been so long. This is quite an important chapter though… Remember what I told you about how some events of Season 6 were going to be popping up in this story? This chapter proves my point. Hope you enjoy! And are surprised… :)
"You two behave in there!" was George's final call as he leaned out of the window of limo as it pulled off to drop everyone else at their final points of destination for the night.
Both Jordan and Wyatt blushed at their friend's implications.
"He's so annoying," Wyatt finally joked, placing a hand on the small of Jordan's back to escort her up the stairs of her house. "I don't know about you, but I'm ready to just crash."
"I'm just ready to get out of this damn skirt. First thing I'm doing is changing into some pants. When do you have to be home?" she asked, fumbling around clumsily in her large hoop skirt for her hidden key.
"Four thirty," Wyatt answered, stooping down to retrieve the key from a nearby stone and handing it to her.
Jordan smiled in gratitude and leaned over to give him a kiss.
"Tonight was fun," she commented as she pushed her self upright and unlocked the door after reluctantly breaking away from him.
"Yeah, and we're juniors, so we get to do it again next year," Wyatt grinned, flipping on her light switch as they entered.
She paused for a moment, unbeknownst to him because of a guilty conscience, and then told him she was running up to change. For his part, he shed his heavy, bangle ridden Confederate jacket and thick boots. Then he settled down on her couch and waited for her.
They hadn't really discussed what everyone assumed was going on at her house tonight, mostly because Wyatt was too scared to bring it up, not because he didn't actually want to. His cheeks flushed just thinking about that and he reminded himself to calm down. It wasn't going to happen tonight. They just weren't ready.
Damn his half-angel conscience.
Shocking him out of his musings was Jordan's scream. He leapt to his feet, running up the stairs to find a dark suit clad figure aiming a crossbow at Jordan.
"Goodbye, Jordan," the Dark Lighter grinned, pulling the trigger before Wyatt could stop him. The arrow shot straight through her stomach, collapsing her knees from under her.
"No!" Wyatt cried too late. "Jordan!" In a rage, he blew off the Dark Lighter's arms from lack of concentration.
"Sorry, Your Majesty," the Dark Lighter sneered as Wyatt finally finished the job and the evil being screamed his way out of existence.
The teen half witch, half White Lighter fell to his knees, his eyes clouding with tears. He hadn't even worried about exposing his magic; she was all the mattered.
To his surprise, her face showed no shock or dismay at him display of magic.
She'll be fine, he told himself, She's a mortal. Dark Lighter poison doesn't affect her.
"Hurry, Wyatt," she whispered, barely lifting open her eyes. "The sisters… The Charmed Ones…"
His eyes widened.
"I know, Wy," she said almost guiltily. "I've known the whole time."
He froze.
"How the hell does this angel know that kinda stuff about my life?"
"Your angel knows almost everything about you. Probably more than you know about yourself."
"You're a White Lighter!" he cried, accusation hanging in his voice. "You… you lied to me!"
"I had to, please understand that," she managed through pained breaths. "We don't have much time. Help me, please."
Wyatt closed his eyes, trying to process all of this new information.
"I… still love you, Wyatt."
He nearly collapsed under the pressure of it all. No matter how angry he was, though, he wasn't going to let her die until she owned up for everything she'd done. He scooped her into his arms and orbed her to his home, laying her on his couch.
"Mom! Aunt Phoebe! Aunt Paige! Hurry!"
His aunts and mother came running down the stairs in all states of undress, fully covered though.
"What happened?" "Jordan?" "Are you okay, Wyatt?" they all demanded at once. They all froze at the sight of the arrow.
"This Dark Lighter… he… he came out of nowhere. And shot her… and…"
"But she's mortal, what did he want with a mortal?"
"She's not mortal!" Wyatt cried, his voice near breaking. "She's my White Lighter…" He sunk to the ground, struggling to comprehend and deal with everything.
Phoebe set to work on doing what she could to make Jordan comfortable as Paige kept her distance and Piper tried to calm Wyatt.
"Don't worry, sweetie," Phoebe tried to soothe Jordan, her words sounding hollow as she brushed sweaty locks out of her face. "We'll do all we can."
"He… can't heal me," Jordan rasped. "It's not meant to be… I need… Leo…"
Phoebe froze. "You know Leo?"
Jordan nodded as best she could. "Call him. He can hear you."
The witch seemed to weigh her options for a few seconds. It seemed, however, that her decision was unnecessary, for at that moment a swirl of lights entered the Manor's living room.
Instead of Leo as Phoebe and Jordan expected though, it was a dark-haired teenage boy of about fifteen.
"Jordan!" he cried out in surprise. He rushed to her side. "I… I felt your pain… and Wyatt's is overwhelming… What happened?"
"Dark Lighter…" was all Jordan could respond.
"Well, that much is obvious…" the newcomer responded.
In unison, Paige, Phoebe, and Wyatt asked, "Who the hell are you?" as Piper sat rocked back on her heels, frozen in the gaze of the boy.
"Don't… tell them," Jordan rasped. "Not yet, little one."
"Are these really them, Jordan?" he asked in a low voice, finally looking away from the eldest Charmed One and kneeling beside the fallen White Lighter.
She nodded. "Get this thing out of me…"
The young stranger looked to Phoebe to pull out the offending arrow and then held his hands over Jordan's stomach. She healed but quickly fell into unconsciousness from the exhaustion. Sighing with a bit of content, the boy stood.
"Wyatt, what exactly happened?" His question was directed at the older boy in the room, who had slowly risen to his feet and walked closer to the couch.
"Is she really a White Lighter?" Wyatt asked distantly.
"Yes, one of the best," the stranger answered. "She's taught me everything I know."
"Are you a White Lighter?"
"Uh… kinda. I've been raised Up There and I have White Lighter blood."
Unbeknownst to everyone else, Piper's mouth fell open a little more and her eyes widened even further.
"She lied to me," Wyatt said, this time more hurt than angry.
"She wanted to tell you… She told me she did. She couldn't. Your case is so special… The Elders said nothing could mess with that. I thought it was stupid myself. Told my dad as much. My dad's an Elder."
"Mine too."
"I know," the stranger grinned. "I know a lot about you."
"I know who you are," Piper finally spoke up. "I… I can't believe it. You're so big."
It dawned on Paige and Phoebe at that moment and they gasped.
"No!"
Wyatt looked quite confused. "Who is he?"
The boy cursed himself and began to orb away. His dad was gonna have his ass.
"Christopher Perry Halliwell, don't you dare orb out on us!" Piper cried after him.
"I'm sorry, Mom," the teenager said, his blue eyes and tone of voice portraying the depths of how sorry he was. "I'm so sorry."
With that he was gone.
Then, as everyone else stood in shock (except Jordan who was still unconscious), Phoebe took charge of the situation.
"Leo!"
Author's Note #2:
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