"Okay, we admit it, we're real, live angels." Wyatt said slowly as he bent down to pick up both the brown coat Chris had worn and his own discarded shirt (that, evidently, one of the mortals had torn off him when he had been unconscious). "And we are trying really hard to save you…but to do that, we need to be left alone."

The crowd remained stationary- it was beginning to seem that no matter what they said, these people were unwilling to leave.

Chris could still fell the warm blush on his cheeks as he stood, being uncomfortably scrutinized by the surrounding people. He was mentally kicking himself for rushing to Wyatt without considering what he would find when he arrived…Wyatt alone would probably have been able to make an exit, but now that both of them were there, things were slightly more complicated.

"Should we orb?" Chris asked his brother in a whisper. "They've already seen me do it."

Wyatt shook his head. "I don't think so- the less magic we expose the better- for all we know, someone could be taping this. We'll have to make a break for it the old fashioned way."

Chris groaned. That meant running; he hated running.

"How come you don't have halos?" One of the mortals near the back of the crowd asked curiously.

Wyatt stifled a laugh and Chris rolled his eyes. "Because we left them at home." He replied, his voice thick with sarcasm. "…and we really need to go get them. Now. So…We'll see you around."

The crowd stared at him, confused by his strange response.

With a quick glance at each other, both brothers took their opportunity to push their way out of the circle of observers. Throwing all of their weight into it, they roughly moved through the mass and towards freedom.

"Don't let them leave!" someone cried just as they both broke free.

Various people began to trail them as they began their frantic dash down the quiet street, but thankfully, none were fast enough to catch up.

"I think we're near school." Wyatt huffed, still running as they rounded the second block. "We can find a good hiding spot there and orb home."

Chris was too out of breath to reply, but he gave a slight nod as he continued to follow his brother's lead.

Sure enough, Bay Side High- the place where Chris' eventful night had begun- came slowly into sight.

"I think we've officially lost all of them." Wyatt said quietly as they entered the abandoned parking lot. "I don't think I could have taken another minute of their stupid questions."

"And the starring." Chris added bitterly as he finally caught his breath. "I hate being looked at like some kind of freak."

Wyatt gave him a small smile, knowing exactly how he felt. "Well, we're certainly not normal…" he replied, trying to sound light-hearted about the situation. "But yes, I agree. Being stared at sucks."

"So, what happened to you?" Chris asked, glancing at Wyatt's newly acquired wings. "I thought your shield stopped you from getting hit."

"It did. The first time…" Wyatt began to explain as the two brothers continued a brusque walk towards the back of the school. "But when I was down in the underworld I felt it trying to activate again so I forced it to stay down to avoid the exposure."

"And you got hit with the freaky mist thing?"

Wyatt sighed. "Yes. Thus the wings."

The younger brother nodded and avoided Wyatt's eyes. He knew it was horrible, but in a strange way he was happy to see Wyatt in the same predicament- for once, being the 'twice blessed' hadn't been able to prevent the problem.

"They suit you." Chris said after a slight pause, his face breaking into a grin. "You defiantly look the part more than I do. Little blonde curls…big blue eyes…"

Wyatt shook his head in mock exasperation and chose to ignore his brother's comments. "Here." Said, cutting Chris off as he flung the coat he had been carrying at him. "Put this back on- just in case."

Deciding to listen, Chris awkwardly pulled on the coat as Wyatt did the same with his shirt.

"This is all dad's fault you know." Chris grumbled as he shifted uncomfortably. The coat may have done a good job coving up the wings, but it also squished them somewhat painfully. "I'm totally going to yell at him when this is over."

"Yeah, well I think mom will probably beat you to it." Wyatt laughed quietly before turning his expression more serious. "IF this ever does end…" he paused. "I Saw Phoebe in the under world…with Cole and Mel…but I didn't get to her in time, and now she knows that I was coming for her, she'll be on the look out."

"This sucks." Chris replied, kicking a discarded can to emphasise his frustration. "Phoebe's nuts, Cole and Mel are demonic, and we look ridiculous. On top of that, the power of three is disbanded and there is a chance that we'll be stuck like this forever." He gave a loud sigh before deciding to talk to his brother about the issues that had been bothering him all night. Chris had never really been one to open up to others- in fact, the only person he had ever been fully truthful with was his brother. They had always been close, and they had always understood each other in ways that no one else could. "Don't you ever wish that we were normal, Wy?" he asked, looking down at the ground.

Wyatt took a few seconds to contemplate his response. "Yes." He began slowly. "But then I think about all the good we've done- and will do- and I know that none of that would be possible if we weren't…different."

"I guess." Chris muttered. "But it would be nice to have a break, once in awhile. I want to be able to have friends without worrying about exposing magic and keeping so much of my self a secret-"

He trailed off, feeling somewhat ashamed for being so selfish. Wyatt was right; they did do a lot of good. That's what being a witch and a whitelighter was supposed to be about…

"I know how you feel." Wyatt replied with understanding. "It's not like we asked to be born this way, and it would be nice to not worry about demons and innocents all the time. But sometimes, you just have to deal with what life gives you and be glad that it's not worse."

"Yeah, you're right, it could be worse. We could be part demon."

Wyatt sighed. "That's not exactly what I meant…"

"Think about it." Chris cut in. "That would be worse…I mean, you know how sometimes you have to fight the pacifist tendencies?"

The older brother nodded.

"Well," Chris continued. "It must be the opposite for Cole, and Mel. They must always have a little part of themselves that's telling them to kill…to hurt people. I don't even want to imagine what that's like…it must be terrible."

Wyatt looked pensive. "I never looked at it that way." He mused as they continued to walk. They had finally reached the back of the school where there were many large dumpsters which would be able to conceal them as they orbed.

"We can continue this later." Wyatt said.

Chris nodded and approached one of the dumpsters, happy that they were about to head back to the safety of the manor. That would certainly be much better than walking around outside in fear of being further exposed.

"Over here." Chris stated as he glanced behind the largest one. "There's enough space for us to fit."

Wyatt quickly joined his brother, feeling equally relieved. "Ready to go?" he asked.

"Defiantly."

The two were about to orb out when Chris whipped abruptly around, searching the area for something.

"What is it?" Wyatt asked, his voice full of concern.

"I sense someone." Chris replied, barely above a whisper. "Over in the trees."

Wyatt tried to focus, but he could not detect what ever Chris had. "Are you sure? Is it evil?"

"No." the dark haired boy replied "Not evil. Familiar…" he paused. "I'll be right back." And with that, he took off before Wyatt had a chance to question him further.

Chris ran quickly into the small wooded area behind the school, looking frantically around for who ever he had detected. There was something oddly recognisable about who ever it was, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Pushing aside a fallen branch, Chris walked further into the trees, knowing that he was getting closer and closer with each step.

"Hello?" he called quietly. "Is anyone there?"

No one answered. Perhaps it was a terrified student from the dance who had fled the gym during Mel's little display. Whoever it was, he could tell that they were afraid…and confused.

He continued to forge ahead, determined to find what he was looking for. Trying not to become distracted by the sounds of rustling leaves and scuttling squirrels, he focused as hard as he could, drawing on the best of his sensing abilities.

"Is anyone there?" he asked again, louder this time.

After a slight pause, a timid female voice answered. "Chris?"

He was right; who ever it was knew him. Felling both relieved that he had located the person, and proud that he had been right, Chris turned in the direction of the voice.

"Yes, it's Chris." He replied gently, hoping to coax the girl out of hiding so that he could help her. "Why are you here? Who are you?"

There was a prolonged silence, and he began to wonder if he had in fact heard the response.

A few branches to his left moved slightly and his eye caught the movement of a person behind them. Yes, there was defiantly someone there.

A glimmer of moon light shone down on the small group of trees, softly illuminating the area and finally allowing Chris to see the girls face.

His heart almost stopped beating…

It was Jenny.

No wonder she had so seemed familiar.

It was Jenny, who he had taken to the dance. Jenny, who he had been infatuated with for so long.

"What are you doing in here?" he asked with concern as he took a step towards her.

She instantly took a step back and he noticed in the increased light that her face was red and tear streaked. He must have been right when he had contemplated the situation earlier; she had seen what had happened in the gym, she was afraid of him…

"Jenny please- tonight- I can explain." He continued pleadingly, his green eyes meeting her blue.

He could see more tears begin to roll down her soft cheeks.

There was no hope.

"Chris." She said suddenly, he voice soft and quavering. "I'm scared. Help me."

He stared back at her, confused. It seemed that he had been somewhat correct- she was afraid- but, surprisingly not of him.

"Okay," he replied. "What's wrong? What can I do?"

"I…I…" she stuttered, obviously not sure if she should tell him or not. "Something's happened to me…when I left the gym, I fainted and…"

Jenny trailed off and, instead of continuing to speak; she stepped out from the trees that had concealed her.

Chris' eyes widened in utter shock as he saw what had made her so frightened. She stood before him, still in the long sparking white dress and sequined tiara she had been wearing at the dance…only now; she also had a pair of white feathered wings…

"Oh." The boy choked, hardly able to believe what he was seeing.

All of this time he had thought that he was virtually alone…

That his family was particularity unique…

The girl gave a small sob turned away, misinterpreting his surprise. She took a step back towards the tress, but Chris managed to grab hold of her arm and hold her back.

"Jenny, don't go. It's okay." He said softly.

"No." she muttered. "It's not a costume, Chris…they're real…something's happened to me."

His head was spinning and he could not suppress the overwhelming joy that was building inside of him. No wonder he had been drawn to her for so long…no wonder they had been drawn towards each other…

She was obviously part whitelighter….probably part witch too…they were meant to be.

"I know." He replied, before adding as an after thought "I wish you had told me sooner. I can't believe I didn't sense it…"

Jenny stared at him in confusion. "Told you that I'm a freak?" she asked, her soft voice holding a note of bitterness.

"No, you're not." He said, gently cupping the side of her face with his hand. She was mesmerising. Stunning. A picture of divine glory. "You're beautiful."

"Beautiful?" she whispered, still with confusion. "Chris, I have wings…something is seriously wrong with me, I need to get home…"

Still unable to take his eyes off of her, Chris carefully removed his father's big brown coat and let it drop to the leafy floor.

She gasped.

"You…you too?"

Chris nodded, for once not feeling uncomfortable under another's gaze.

"It's a spell," he began to explain slowly. "And we're trying to find a way to reverse it…with any luck we'll all be back to normal soon."

There was a brief silence.

"Come on," Chris continued, taking her hand. "My brother's waiting; we can orb back to my house and call your mom… Which one of your parents is the whitelighter, your mom or dad?" He was willing to bet it was her father; he knew that Jenny lived with her mother and had never met her father….perhaps he had been taken away, or forced to stay 'up there' when the elders found out about Jenny's birth.

It made perfect sense.

Jenny pulled her hand away from his grip, and the shocked look on her face intensified. "Spell?" she muttered in disbelief. "Orb? Whitelighter? Chris what are you talking about? And why do you have wings too?"

He stopped trying to walk, and gave her a quick glance. It didn't make sense…how could she not know what he was talking about…?

"Yes," he stared, thinking that perhaps the trauma of that night had temporality given her a memory lapse. "I mean spell as in a magic spell…which has turned us- whitelighters- into angels. Because technically, that's what whitelighters are…angels…"

Her confusion did not dissipate at all.

"Are you saying that I'm…that we're angels?" she asked, her blue eyes wide.

Chris nodded, feeling confused himself. How could she not know about this? "Yes…well, I don't know about you, but I'm half angel…you must be as well, because you're not dead but you do have wings…"

"Oh." Jenny replied nodding, her eyes slightly out of focus. She placed a petite hand on his shoulder to steady herself. "So you're an angel and I am too?"

"It would appear so." He said with a slight frown.

Was it possible that Jenny's mother had managed to hide all of this from her for all of these years?

Was she really a whitelighter at all?

Maybe the spell didn't work quite like they thought…

"I see." She whispered quietly before shutting her eyes and collapsing into a dead faint.

Chris gave a slight groan; this night just kept getting better and better…

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A/N Sorry if that was stupid, lol, this is my fun fic…I do whatever I want. More on the other characters next chapt!

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