Divine Source

Disclaimer: I don't own X-men or Charmed in any way, shape, or form. I own only the plot.

AN: Constructive criticism welcomed, but please if you don't like the story just don't read it. Or let me know, in a non-rude way, that you didn't like the story.
Chapter 11

Chris stared down at Taylor with guilt all over his face. He couldn't answer her question and he wished to god that he could. He knew there was no excuse for what he'd done and showing up here was his way of punishing himself. He blamed himself for Wyatt's death and he now knew that Taylor did too. He'd found her through the neighbors of the old Halliwell manor. It lay abandoned and locked up.

Darrell, the old man who'd helped his mom and aunts so many times through his connections, kept the house in top shape. Taylor hadn't been allowed to stay there since she was only a minor and Darrell's connections hadn't gotten him anywhere in helping her. She'd gone off to a foster home and Darrell had regular contact with her up until she'd disappeared.

Then, a few days before Chris had returned to find his brother, Darrell had gotten a call from Professor Xavier. He'd wished to let Darrell know that Taylor was safe at his institute.

So that was how Chris found her. He'd returned; finally ready to face his brother and their destiny, only to find that his brother was dead and that the house was empty. Out of desperation, he'd gone to Darrell and learned everything that had happened in his absence. Darrell, he could tell, was upset with him but also happy to see that he was alive and well.

Chris didn't know why, but he felt the need to find Taylor and talk to her. Get to know her the way he would have if he'd been there when Wyatt was alive. He asked for her address and Darrell gave it to him. Chris shook his head. He knew the location. It was a school for mutants. He hadn't been there since he was four, though.

So when he showed up Xavier hadn't recognized him, which served Chris well because he'd lost his nerve as soon as the door opened. He'd asked for Taylor but Xavier said she'd gone out of town. Chris had sighed inwardly and made to leave when Xavier began insisting he leave his name and a message. Chris was about to tell him not to worry about it when a beautiful, black girl with short hair and a suspicious gaze walked into the room.

It had all fallen apart from there. Apparently Wyatt had hidden nothing from her. She knew everything. She knew about demons, warlocks, everything. She'd punched holes into him with every word she spoke and he didn't respond because he knew he deserved it.

"Why are you here," Taylor managed in a hoarse whisper that shocked Chris out of his thoughts. "What do you want from me?"

"I want to apologize," Chris admitted shakily. He swallowed the lump in his throat.

"It's a little late for apologies, don't you think?" Taylor snapped. She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. She turned to leave the room when the professor wheeled in on his wheelchair. He looked worried.

"Professor?" Taylor started at his expression.

"Get back to Alkali Lake," he ordered tensely. "They're under attack. They need your help." Taylor nodded before turning to Chris.

"Stay away from me," she ordered. With that said, she orbed out of the room, leaving a shocked Chris in her wake. Without a word to Xavier, the young man orbed after her.

Taylor arrived at Alkali Lake just as the battle was heating up. She sighed to herself when Chris orbed in behind her.

"Why didn't you tell me you could orb?" he demanded angrily. She ignored him and surveyed the scene.

A redheaded woman that she didn't know, lay against a tree with Cyclops by her side for protection as she was unconscious. Storm was fighting alongside Wolverine, but they both seemed to be losing out to a guy with Pyrotechnics, a naked blue chick, and an old superman with a helmet.

"Just great," Taylor muttered to herself. She stared back at Chris with an annoyed glare. "Didn't I tell you to stay away from me?" She orbed again, this time she orbed right in the middle of the fight. Her sudden appearance stunned both sides, but Storm and Wolverine were used to it and got over it quicker.

"Ice," Wolverine growled. "What are you doing here?"

"Helping," Taylor responded cheerfully with a light smile. She saw the guy with the fire grinning stupidly at her. He made a large image of her in fire. Taylor smiled.

"That would be so sweet if you weren't evil," she responded. "Fire!" she called orbing his flames to her so that she could throw them at the blue woman who'd just launched herself at Storm.

The pyrotech stared in stunned silence as the flames badly burned Mystiques blue skin. She hadn't had time to move from the fires' path. Pyro looked to Magneto who was not in the least amused by this display.

"Look," Taylor said sinisterly. "You leave and no more harm will come to anyone." She looked over to Mystique who was writhing in pain as Magneto made his way over to her. "I should think that's a good enough example of what will happen if you don't." She smiled as she waved her hands over them.

"Send them back from whence they came, remind them slowly of their shame, send them home to their own spaces, so I don't have to see their faces." With a bright light, Magneto and his two allies were gone back to their base.

"Did you just cast a spell to send them back to their home?" Chris asked her. Taylor sighed loudly. She hadn't noticed that he'd orbed down behind her. She turned to look at him and was suddenly struck by the resemblance he had to his brother. Even though his hair was dark, his face was amazingly like Wyatt's.

"Yes," she answered.

"Off the top of your head?"

"Yes."

"Do you know how much trouble you could cause for what you just did? The Elders will go nuts."

"Screw them," Taylor said simply. "They never gave a shit about Wyatt, or me for that matter." Chris frowned.

"What are you talking about?" he asked. "Don't you have a whitelighter?"

"No. They never understood why Wyatt gave his powers to me and they deemed me irresponsible and unworthy of them. Since then, they've been trying to figure out how to get Wyatt's powers from me without my consent."

"Whoa, whoa. Wait. Did you just say Wyatt gave you his powers?"

"Right before he died. I think he knew what was going to happen and he let it happen anyway. Damn boy had this thing about destiny. Personally, I could care less about it." Taylor looked over Chris' shoulder to where the others had gathered around the redhead. They picked her up gently and headed towards the jet. Taylor brushed past Chris to follow the X-men when Chris stopped her.

"Let me be your whitelighter."