Andy remembered something his mother had told him once. Think about the others in the room before you open the front door and let a stranger into your inner sanctum. Staring at his brother's confused and bewildered face, he wished that he had remembered to do that before Leo appeared from tiny glowing orbs. Not that he expected Lorenzo to faint or anything quite so drastic, but if he weren't inclined to explain things beforehand, he was even less inclined to do so, now.

"You leave us for San Francisco and come back with dealings in the occult?" Lorenzo spoke to his brother, but his eyes bore holes into Leo. "You bring this here… When we are already trying to cover things up? Do you realize if your friends in law enforcement find out that Luis is alive they will come after him?"

"No one's finding anything out, Lorenzo." Andy sighed and shook his head. "I've already taken care of that. No one will know that Luis is alive unless we tell them. And this is not the occult. I've already been down that road and believe me, that's not what it is."

"Then you tell me what it is, Leandro." He finally tore his gaze from Leo and let it settle on Andy. He moved slowly across the floor, his arms brushing lightly against his sides as he walked. He stopped a few feet in front of Andy, then folded his arms. "What exactly is that? And, why do you trust him enough to bring him here? Why do you trust this woman enough…"

"Her name is Prue and I trust her because she trusts me. Even when she shouldn't." He sighed and shook his head. Part of him was afraid that, despite everything else, he had just given Prue another excuse to break up with him. If she so chose, she could spin this to Andy taking advantage of her, Andy lying to her, or Andy putting her in some kind of risk. "He can heal Luis, Lorenzo. Didn't you call me here to do whatever I could?"

"I called you here to cover it up in case he lived on his own and to say goodbye when he finally died!" Lorenzo turned from him and stepped to the foot of the bed. He looked down on Luis and lowered his head. His brother was so still and calm. He had never seen Luis so immobile, so near death. He'd been shot plenty of times. He'd even been nearly strangled once, but this… This was eminent death before him, and he didn't know how to handle it. Of course, neither did he know how to handle the man that had miraculously appeared in this room. "What is he, Leandro? What is she?"

And there is was, the question that Andy had been unsure he would be able to answer. Not that he couldn't tell him, he just didn't know how. He didn't think they had the time for him to sit and explain Charmed Ones, the Power of Three, white lighters, or anything else that had crossed his path since 1998. Now, four years and numerous demons and warlocks later, there was so much that could answer a question that Lorenzo had known wasn't going to be easy when he asked it. Lorenzo wouldn't want a temporary answer, anyway. The scholar in him would want the truth, all of it, no matter how long it took.

"We don't have time to explain it all, Lorenzo." Andy walked up behind him and let out a heavy breath. Carefully, he rested his hand on Lorenzo's shoulder. "We both know that whatever is making Luis hold on won't last forever. He's going to die unless something is done."

Lorenzo turned on him, but said nothing. His head turned and he looked to the far side of the room. In their fraternal conversation, Prue and Leo had crossed into a corner, speaking in low voices. He didn't know what this man could do for Luis, but more than that, he didn't know if he would do whatever his brother thought he could. The look on his face said that he wasn't happy with the situation and Prudence Halliwell didn't seem to be any more enthused. Both looked as though they would have been happier to be left out of it. As he neither knew nor trusted either of them, Lorenzo would have been happier with the same.

"I can't do this, Andy." Leo turned towards them and his shoulders sagged. As he crossed the room, he said, "Prue shouldn't even have called me. You shouldn't have called her. This isn't something…"

"Bullshit!" Andy cut him off and strode quickly to him, crossing the gap in a matter of steps. "You can fix him. I've seen you bring people back that were on the brink of death. Don't tell me that you can't do this. Don't tell me that, after all I've done to help the sisters, you can't give me this one little thing."

"This isn't one little thing." Leo backed away from Andy, and if Andy had realized what he was doing or the look on his face, he would have completely understood. His eyes grew darker by the second. His body radiated his anger and frustration. He took baby steps towards Leo, as though his feet were sticking to the floor and he had to pry them up. "This is… I've already orbed in front of a stranger."

"He's not a stranger," Andy said in a low growl, "he's my brother."

"He still has no idea what's going on. My job is to protect the sisters, and that doesn't involve saving friends and family from themselves, or trouble they've gotten themselves into."

Andy was like a blur as he rushed forward. He grabbed Leo by the shirt, gray cotton balling and wrinkling in his hands. Before anyone could reach them, he was half across the room with Leo pinned against the wall. "You son of a bitch! Don't you come here and tell me that I'm wrong in wanting my brother to live! You healed a fucking demon, but you can't heal him? My brother doesn't have an evil side, no matter what his business is or what he does. Love of a woman got him into this and what the hell is purer than love, huh? You better help him, or so help me God, you'll see what I can do! I don't give a damn about your Elders or any of your other self-righteous bullshit! You'll feel the wrath of Alcazar if I have to hunt down every dark lighter on the planet and steal one of their crossbows! You help him, dammit, or so help me—"

"Andy!" Prue's hands were tight on his arm. She pulled on him, trying to yank him back. "Andy, stop! You don't mean what you're saying!"

He turned to her and screamed, "I don't! He's my brother! What would you do to save one of your sisters, huh?" He turned back to Leo. "You think the witches are the only ones who give a damn about their families?" He pulled back, then shoved him hard against the wall, again. "That is my flesh and blood over there, and by God, I'll do whatever I have to do to save him!"

"Leandro, enough!" Lorenzo crossed to him and took hold of his arm. Andy jerked away so hard that both Prue and Lorenzo were sent backwards. "This is not helping Luis!"

"He can help him!" He snarled at Leo, pushing him harder and harder against the wall. "I never ask you of a damn thing! I never ask any of you of anything! I use my connections, I put my ass on the line every day to keep your secret! Now, all I'm asking you to do is stop one innocent man from dying! He may not be totally pure and whatever the hell your idea of innocent may be, but he's innocent enough. Someone tried to murder him! How much more innocent can you get!"

And then, just as he heard Prue crying out his name, he was flying across the room. Andy hit the wall with a thud, then slowly slid down until he was sitting on the floor, his knees up and bent. Prue ran to him and knelt her head. "I hate using my power on you, but I can't just let you…" She shook her head and turned to Leo. "Do something. I know you can, and he's right. If you could heal Cole, how can you look at Andy's brother and not even try? Cole had tried to kill us how many times? But in the end, he was innocent enough for you. But, Luis… You could try, Leo."

"Prue…" Leo sighed and looked towards the bed. "I don't even know if I can heal all of that. It's not just one centralized injury. He shouldn't even be alive, Prue."

"But, he is, and maybe he's alive for a reason. Maybe Andy calling me wasn't just dumb luck or desperation." He turned to Andy and looked at him with sad eyes, regretful eyes. As though she knew that she were his last hope and if she failed him, there was no telling how far he would fall. Sighing, she turned back to Leo. "Nothing happens for a reason. Phoebe's always saying that she doesn't believe in coincidence, so there has to be a reason we're here. We may not know it, and maybe Phoebe didn't get a premonition because Andy was there to guide us here, but… We don't know that you're not supposed to save him."

"We'll know if it doesn't work." With his shoulders drooping, Leo stepped up to the side of the bed. He looked down at Luis, then slowly rose his hands. He passed his hands through the air over his body from head to toe, then back up. "There's so much damage here, Prue." He sighed. "I can heal the damage to his brain, but the rest is up to him. I don't know if I buy your explanation, but he's right. This man's heart is filled with a love that can't be contained. If he…"

Leo shook his head. He lowered his hands until they were just an inch above Luis's head. He closed his eyes and his face went slack. A bright, golden glow emanaged from his palms, lighting his hands and Luis's head. The light brightened, then dimmed out of existence. With a sigh, Leo pulled his hands back and let his arms fall to his sides. He turned back to the others in the room and said, "I've done all I can do. I've healed the injuries, but his body is still broken. He has to heal that on his own."

Andy looked up at him with red eyes. He ran his hands over his head, then back down his face. He stared at Leo, then flashed his eyes to his brother. He wasn't sure if Lorenzo believed what was going on, that Luis had been healed, but he knew that Lorenzo would ask questions. They wouldn't be any easier to answer, but at least with Luis on some kind of path to recovery, he could wrap his mind around the explanation.

He turned back to Leo and said softly, "Thank you." Andy then turned to Prue and wanted to apologize, but he couldn't. He hated bringing her into this, putting her in this position, but he couldn't feel enough guilt to warrant an apology. His brother didn't deserve to die like that, and he wasn't going to allow it to happen. Finally, with a sigh, he just whispered, "Thank you," to Prue, then dropped his head down until his forehead tapped his knees.