A/N: So I realized that this story is really random and jumps a lot, but bear with me. I'm not entirely sure where this story is going to go, it's kind of writing itself in a way. There's no set outline, so if there's something you want to see happen, let me know. Enjoy the storyand review if you get a chance. Let me know wht you don'tlikeI can fix it) On with the story...

Chapter 7: Morning Mumblings

The following morning…

Rain entered her dorm room slowly, slipping in the door quietly and being careful not to let it slam shut. She cautiously made her way over to where her and Wyatt's beds met. (A/N: Picture their beds in an 'L' shape, with the foot of Wyatt's bed next to the head of Rain's bed, and both of them running along the adjoining walls.)

She looked slowly at Wyatt's bed, making sure that he was dressed and alone. Rain knew that Kali had to be at work at eight that morning, but it was better safe than sorry, especially when it came to Kali and the likelihood of her actually going to work. It was ten now, and Rain had just been dropped off by Chris, who was also on his way to work.

Rain laughed lightly to herself as she looked at Wyatt's sleeping form. He was hopelessly tangled in his sheets, something that always happened when he slept alone, and he had somehow managed to kick his comforter off of his bed and onto Rain's. Rain mumbled a quick spell that changed the sheets on Wyatt's bed, replacing last night's sheets with fresh ones. She then grabbed his comforter and unballed it, spreading it over him and the bed. She then pulled back the corner and hopped into bed with Wyatt, pushing him against the wall as she made herself comfortable, pulling his blanket up to her chin.

"Why are you in my bed," he asked her groggily as he readjusted himself against the wall.

"Because if I have to be awake because of you, you have to be awake because of me," she stated mildly.

Wyatt mumbled a response and lay quietly for a minute before it struck him. "How is your being awake my fault?" he asked, partially sitting up.

"Because you were in here screwing your girlfriend last night, which forced me to sleep at your brother's apartment. He had to go to work this morning though, which meant that I had to wake up so that he could drive me back."

"You liked it and you know it. You probably would have stayed there anyways."

"Whatever, we were right outside and could hear you two in here going at it like bunnies. I was not walking in on that."

"You do know that now you're lying in our sex juices right?" Wyatt asked her grinningly.

"Actually I changed the sheets before I got in your bed."

Wyatt looked at the sheets wrapped violently around his body, and then looked back at Rain skeptically. "How?"

"A little spell. Replaced the dirty sheets with clean ones, and put the clean ones exactly as the old ones were."

"Didn't your parents or whitelighter ever mention personal gain to you?"

"My parents don't practice, and I never had a whitelighter. I'm not a magickal witch like you are."

"How do you know what I am, and what are you then. You have to be magickal if you can cast spells like that."

"It's a little complicated to explain. I wasn't born with any powers at all, but I got really interested in Wicca and Paganism when I was pretty young and I started practicing. Of course, in this case practicing entails doing rituals to help communicate with nature and the Goddess. I got pretty into it early on, and was pretty good at it. I began having the ability to control the elements, but only very gently. Mostly I had the ability to empathize with life, I guess you could say. I spent hours at a time communing with nature and the spirits, and eventually they started responding. I guess you could say it was more traditional magick."

"Sounds a lot like how my ancestors practiced it," Wyatt interrupted her story. "Chris and I accidentally went back in time to the like the third or fourth generation of our line, and they were still pretty in touch with the traditional ways. We don't practice like that much anymore."

"I know."

"How?"

"I'm getting there Mr. Impatient. In any case, when I was 12, I began communing with…basically the Goddess, that's the most general name I can think of."

"It's should be pretty easy. She's either a Goddess or not."

"It's not that easy though, and since you don't really study the roots of your faith, it's too difficult to explain. That's no the point though. I started communing with this deity, and eventually she started giving me more power and insight into magickal communities. She gave me the ability to pass to any magickal realm that I wish, which I took full advantage of. The fairy realm is my favorite. Eventually she started giving me more and more powers, and as I learned to control them and as I leaned more and more about the different realms and types of magick, she began introducing me to the less savory bunches."

"Demons."

"Demons, warlocks, wizards, and so on. She would make me invisible and let me follow them around and learn. I learned both about them, like their powers and general natures, as well as how to vanquish them. I began making entries for them to add to my already huge book of shadows."

"She led you to the Underworld to learn?"

"You have to understand. The Goddess can't really get too directly involved. From her everything was created, and she can't really show favoritism. Besides, learning from them gave me better insight into how to vanquish them."

"You're telling me she created evil."

"She created balance in life, and gave all creatures the ability to choose which side of the balance they would like to be on. Everything is about balance. If there was no 'evil' in the world, or you can even say if there was no difference of opinion, we'd all be dead anyways. Think of all the animals, people included, that die because another creature killed them. As hard as it is to think, if you brought back every single plant and animal that had been killed by an act of violence as opposed to natural death, the planet would be so grossly overpopulated that it wouldn't be able to support us. It's just the way life works."

"Wow, I guess I never really thought of it like that. So what does that make you exactly?"

"Technically, a High Priestess for good magick because I can commune with the Goddess directly and answer only to her."

"So you don't deal with the Elders?"

"Nope. Thank Goddess."

"I wish you would have told me this sooner. It is going to make life so much easier. Does Chris know?"

"No."

"You should tell him."

"I was going to, but then I couldn't."

"Why not?"

"When Kali and I were walking back from the dance floor last night I overheard him telling you how nice it was to have a normal part of his life, completely free from magick, and I just can't tear that away from him. I was told early on of the legacy of the Charmed Ones and such, but I was never told your names. I didn't even know until two nights ago when I got attacked at his apartment."

"The demons attacked there, too?"

"Yeah. Nasty acid shooting ones. No worries, I toasted them no problem and cleaned up. Couldn't tell anything was wrong."

"I still think you should tell him. I promise, he won't mind as much as you think he will. As nice as it is to have a "normal" girlfriend, it really makes it even more difficult. All the excuses and abrupt leaving. I'm surprised Kali still puts up with it."

Rain laughed at this and rolled her eyes at Wyatt. "I guess when you grow up with your best friend openly practicing around you, you get used to it."

"So she knows?" Wyatt asked, sitting up and looking at Rain in disbelief.

"Of course she knows. She even practices herself sometimes. I should more say she believes, not really practices."

"You have no idea how much easier this makes my life."

"Sure I do, now shut up and go to sleep," Rain said as she rolled to face away from Wyatt."

"You really should tell Chris."

"No, and you had better not tell him or the rest of your family. At least not yet."

Wyatt grinned evilly to himself before sliding over towards Rain, wrapping his arm around her waist and placing his chin on her shoulder. "So what did you and Chris do last night?"

"I don't think that's any of your business."

"It is most definitely my business if my baby brother is getting any or not. I need to know what kind of mood to expect from him today. Is he going to be the same old neurotic overly sarcastic ass, or is he going to be in such a great mood he'll be letting people get away with murder. Plus, isn't this what roommates are supposed to talk about?"

"That would only be the case if you were a girl. Then maybe this would be a topic of conversation."

"I can do that," Wyatt exclaimed as her glamoured himself to look like Kali. "Now can you tell me?"

Rain looked behind her at Kali/Wyatt and rolled her eyes yet again. "Please change back. That's creepy."

Wyatt morphed back into his normal self and spoke again, "I'm not leaving you alone until you tell me."

"That's fine. I'm really good at ignoring you. By the way, Chris is coming with us to Howl-O-Scream at Busch Gardens next weekend. As my date," Rain added the last bit knowing it would make Wyatt want to know what had happened even more. She closed her eyes and drifted off into the recesses of her mind, easily blocking out Wyatt's questions and poking her.

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Later that evening…

Sunday night had long ago been dubbed family night at the Halliwell manor, and that tradition certainly held after the family's move to Florida. The family rotated between the three houses each week, and would spend the evening eating good food and enjoying each other's company.

"Pass the potatoes, please," Wyatt asked Phyara. Phyara lifted the bowl and was about to hand it to Wyatt, when it suddenly exploded, sending potato chunks everywhere.

Marissa, who was sitting opposite of Wyatt, looked angrily at Chris, who was next to her, while brushing potato from her clothes.

"What are you looking at me for?" Chris asked, raising his hands defensively. As he did so the glasses sitting in front of him exploded sending shards of glass everywhere. The pieces froze as Wyatt raised his hands to shield his face. Wyatt brought his hands down slowly, his eyes wide as he stared at the piece of glass frozen in the air about two inches from his right eye.

"Oh shit!" Chris yelled out, promptly sitting on his hands.

"Glass," Paige called out, directing it to the trash can. She didn't really have to say the names of things for her powers to work, but usually did so purely out of habit.

"Awesome!" Wyatt yelled. He tossed a roll into the air and then flicked his wrists, freezing it in the air. "Mom, your power rocks!"

"Mom, I think I need your help," Chris whined loudly.

"What are you two talking about?" Piper asked coming in from the kitchen where she'd been getting dessert ready.

"Chris is blowing shit up again," Patrick said nonchalantly.

Chris, who had stopped sitting on his hands and started eating again, glared at his cousin before speaking, "Don't start with…" Chris had pointed at his only male cousin to accentuate his point and accidentally blew him up.

Piper grabbed her son's hands and clasped them in his lap. "I think it's your turn to keep your hands down."

Patrick rematerialized in his chair and stuck his tongue out at his older cousin. "Jerk," he stated simply before picking his fork back up.

"Why is there a roll hovering in the air?" Piper asked, looking at the roll suspiciously.

"I froze it there," Wyatt said casually, trying to act cool about it. He flicked his hand while leaning back in his chair, meaning to unfreeze the roll. Instead he sent out a TK wave that sent the roll flying into his father's face and caused Wyatt to fall over backwards in his chair. The entire family busted out in laughter at Wyatt.

"Ha, ha, very funny," he said bitterly as he pulled himself from the ground and straightened his chair.

"Where's Samantha?" Joel asked, noticing that she had disappeared in all the excitement with the boys. As he spoke, a cat jumped up onto the table and sat in front of Joel, meowing loudly.

"Where the hell did this cat come from?" Wyatt asked, trying to shoo the cat off the table. The cat hissed and clawed Wyatt's face. Wyatt glared at the cat and opened his palm, causing cold energy to swirl around slowly.

Before Wyatt could freeze the cat, Leo picked it gently up from the table. "This cat is your baby cousin."

"She can turn into a cat?" Wyatt asked in confusion as he casually sent the cold energy over to his brother's slice of cake that Piper had just set down. Chris just glared at Wyatt for a moment before telekinetically switching their pieces.

"It's called Juvenation. She can turn into any person or animal that she wants."

Chris took Samantha from his dad and placed her gently on the floor. "Samantha, can you turn into a Siberian Husky, like Max was? You remember Max, don't ya? The dog that I had that died a couple years ago."

"Christopher!" Paige yelled out, smacking him on the back of his head. "That's my daughter."

As Paige was speaking Jordan began to glow a bright blue, causing the family to shield their eyes. When the light faded, a dog sat before Chris, happily wagging its tail.

"Awesome!" Chris exclaimed, gesturing at Samantha's new form, accidentally blowing her into bright blue orbs.

"Alright mister. Upstairs, now! Go focus on not blowing things up!" Piper pointed up the stairs.

"He can't, we're going to my friend Emily's for movie night. I promised both of our presences."

"What if he blows something up?" Piper asked, worrying as usual.

"Relax mom. If I can learn to control fire while being a hormonal teenager in high school, I'm pretty sure I can handle this. Besides, if I blow something up Wyatt will freeze the room really fast and we'll fix it. No worries."

"Yeah, cause Wy's got such a good control on that power," Piper said, rolling her eyes.

"Can I have dessert now?" Samantha asked, reappearing on her father's lap.

"Of course. Everyone sit back down," Piper commanded. "This meal's not over yet."

"You should have someone heal that," Patricia told Wyatt, looking at his scratches.

"You do it," Wyatt said as Chris came up behind her and placed her hands over his face.

Patricia looked at her brothers and sighed deeply. "You know I can't."

"Try," Chris commanded gently.

"And hurry, it hurts," Wyatt said jokingly.

"Well at least it's an improvement from the usual," Patricia responded snidely before focusing. She closed her eyes and concentrated as hard as she could, but couldn't bring forth the golden glow. She felt Chris gently place his hands over hers and felt his magick pass through her hands as it worked to heal the scratches on Wyatt's face.

"Don't worry about it," Chris said as he finished healing. "You'll get it someday."

Patricia smiled slightly before returning to her seat. As much as she tried to hide it, both Wyatt and Chris could see the defeat on her face, and could feel it as well. They never really understood why it was that they were actually connected with Patricia. She was adopted and not actually a blood Halliwell. For the most part they had stopped trying to figure it out, though, and had just let it be.

"Cheer up, Sis," Wyatt spoke in Patricia's mind.

"Butt out, Wy," she replied. "Can't I sulk alone in my own misery without you picking up on it?"

"Nope," Chris responded, joining the mental conversation. "We'll always be here to torture your every thought, no matter what."

"It's true," Wyatt agreed with his brother.

Patricia smiled as she took a bite of her cake. Her brother's always knew exactly what she needed to hear.