Chapter 4:

Priscilla, Pearl, and Pandora walked into the den after eating their breakfast. Jackson was sitting in a chair by a window, looking out into the empty cold streets of San Francisco. He looked back up to see them, and smiled. Priscilla looked down at the ground, before looking back up. She did not know why this man had such an effect on her. He was just a regular person, with the small part of him being a guardian angel for witches. He stood up, looking down at the three young girls who were now his charges. He had always looked after them, since they were babies. He had stayed by them when they were sad, comforted them when they were sick. He had always been there, just invisible to them. Now he was there, and they could see him. It made it all the more special.

"Well, lets get started, Girls." He spoke as they nodded.

"Priscilla, you're first."

Priscilla put her long black hair up into a ponytail, as the other two girls sat down on the sofa, watching their cousin. Priscilla watched Jackson as he stepped forward.

"Ok, then. I think we should work on your new power first. I think your others are built up good enough for now."

She nodded as he talked, but she could barely hear him. She was to busy staring into his beautiful green eyes. She mentally kicked her self, scolding herself. She should not be thinking about him. He was her freaking whitelighter! She should not fall in love with him. That would mean she was too much like Piper. Cilla was going to prove that she was her own person, and not the reincarnation of her Grandmother. She sighed as she watched him, seeing him smile. Her heart almost skipped a beat as he smiled. Why was he doing this to her? She had never felt so strongly for someone in her whole life. In addition, they had just met!

She sighed as she moved a piece of her hair from her face, as he began to speak again.

"Alright, I'm going to through lighting strikes at you, and you will have to freeze them to avoid them. And if you miss, its low voltage, so it shouldn't hurt."

She nodded as he spoke. She was ready for this. She was ready to get her power under control. She sighed as she took a deep breathe.

"Ready?"

"Yes…"

He nodded, as he let the lighting bolt fly. She through her hands up and it froze, in mid air. He smiled as he pulled back the lighting bolt, letting it disappear. They did this same drill for almost an hour, and she stopped all but two. One of them grazed her shoulder, while the other hit her hand. After Jackson healed her, they would start it up again, until he was confident she had had enough practice for now.

"You're getting really good at this, Cilla. You should be fine for now."

She nodded as he finished healing her shoulder wound. She stared into his eyes and smiled as she blushed as his hand brushed slightly against her shoulder. Just his touch was driving her insane. She smiled as he stood up. Pearl poked her cousin in the side, teasing her. Cilla rolled her eyes, before she looked back up at Jackson.

"Who do you want next?"

"Pandora…"

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After a long day of training, the three cousins trudged slowly up the steps towards Priscilla's bedroom. Jackson walked shortly behind them. They were headed upstairs for the book, to look at what else they could do to defend themselves against Cole and his minions. Pearl was first, then, Pandora, and then Priscilla, with Jackson close behind her. She hoped he was not looking at her ass. She did not need that kind of temptation. She sighed as she tossed a strand of her hair over her shoulder that kept pestering her.

As they reached her room, the three girls took a seat on Priscilla's bed. Pandora was the designated bookkeeper, and she had decided it would be safest in Priscilla's room. Priscilla was the potion maker, something else she seemed to inherit from her grandmother, while Pearl was going to be their spell maker.

"Well, here is the plan, Jackson. We're going to make this potion, which is a vanquishing one for Belthazor, with this spell to vanquish him."

She pointed to the Source Vanquishing spell. Jackson nodded as he took a spot down beside Pandora to look closer at the book. Priscilla watched him, as Pearl shoved her yet again. She rolled her eyes as he got up.

"Well, it is a good plan, but do you know if it will work?"

"No, that's why we are going to through everything we have at him."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

As he spoke, Priscilla's parents orbed into her room, and smiled down at the three girls and their whitelighter. Kelly walked over and hugged her daughter, and nieces, before looking back over at her husband. Wyatt stepped forward, smiling down at his daughter, before looking around the group.

"How did they do, Jackson?"

"They are all doing fine for now, getting some minimum control of their new powers. I think they should be ready soon."

Priscilla smiled as she watched Jackson and her father talk. She sighed, looked back up at her mother, who winked at her. Priscilla rolled her eyes yet again, shaking her head. She could not believe that everyone thought she was so much like her grandmother. She was her own person, and she was going to have to prove that to her mother, as well as the rest of her family.

"Well then, I think its time for bed. Goodnight, Girls."

Wyatt spoke, hugging his daughter and nieces, leading his wife out of the door. Pandora and Pearl followed, after they hugged their cousin. She turned back to Jackson. He smiled as he got up, stretching slightly, before looking back down at Priscilla.

"Well, I guess I should say Goodnight."

She nodded as he smiled, reaching down to hug her. She blushed as he held her close. As he pulled away, he smiled, looking back down at her.

"Well, Goodnight, Jackson."

"Good night, Cilla. Sleep well, and have sweet dreams."

As he orbed out, she blushed, lying back on her bed. She wondered if it would not be so bad to be fall for your whitelighter. After all, her grandmother had done it, and their marriage worked out. She never got a chance to meet her Grandfather. After he had brought Wyatt, Chris, and Melinda to this safe house, he orbed back into the manor. He tried to kill Cole himself, but he was too killed. The three children were raised by their whitelighter, who was her mother Kelly. Therefore, it must not be that bad. She sighed as she closed her eyes, falling off into a soft sleep.