"You're all…" Ellie murmured, like she wanted him to deny it.

Wyatt just nodded. "I'm the first ever witch/white lighter combo meal." He said with a shrug.

"What the hell is a white lighter?" Ellie murmured, watching him carefully.

He looked up and suddenly he was surrounded by white and blue light until it consumed him and he disappeared.

Ellie stood there, watching the room carefully.

Suddenly, the white and blue light appeared and disappeared, leaving Wyatt standing only a few feet from her.

Ellie jumped at his sudden proximity. "What the hell?" She choked, backing up away from him. Suddenly, she realized that if they were all witches, she was dead.

"Ellie, wait!" Wyatt said and she jumped away from his hand, reaching for her. Wyatt knew they were different kinds of people when he'd first seen her sitting on the floor of the library, but having her move away from him broke his heart a little. "Please, you don't have to go."

"So what? I can be the next sacrifice? Put a little hex bag in my mouth like a stuffed pig?" Ellie spat.

Blue and white light gathered behind Ellie and Paige was suddenly standing there. "Well, that's rude."

Ellie jumped, moving away from Paige. If Wyatt had to describe the look he saw on her face, he thought he'd seen something similar from a caged dog ready to attack. She frantically reached into the waistband of her jeans and pulled out a silver knife, brandishing it towards Paige. Ellie knew silver wouldn't hurt a witch, but considering it was the only weapon she had, it made her feel better.

"We're not going to hurt you." Piper said, coming around the corner from the kitchen. "Unless you feel the need to hurt us."

Ellie whirled around. She was frantically looking for an exit strategy when the room froze. Wyatt looked over at his mom, silently pleading with her. "Just let me talk to her."

"Wyatt, she's a hunter. You're a witch. Hunter's kill witches for sport." Piper said with a bitterness in her voice he rarely heard.

Wyatt shook his head. "Mom, she's not like that. Look at her, she's scared. You sectioned her off so she's got no way out. She's going to try to fight, even if she doesn't want to, because she's convinced we're about to carve her up."

"Some people can't be talked to, Wyatt." Phoebe said, moving close to Piper.

"And some people can. Are you going to stand there and tell them that if you had the opportunity to talk to a hunter, to try to explain, that you wouldn't take it?" Wyatt asked, standing his ground.

"She's dangerous." Paige spoke.

"You can heal yourself. Silver isn't going to kill you. She's terrified." Wyatt objected.

"And what if she brings her family back, huh?" Piper asked. "You know she's too young to be doing this on her own."

Wyatt looked back at the human girl, a look of deep set fear in her eyes, like she'd been backed into a corner she should've known was there. Wyatt couldn't help but remember the joy he'd seen when she'd smiled at a joke he'd made, or the look on concentration on her face while she paced the stairs hoping to find a hidden wine cellar. He looked back at his mom.

"If I'd wandered into a hunter's motel room on accident, and they all cornered me and it looked like that's how I was gonna die, wouldn't you want them to try to talk to me about what was going on? Wouldn't you want them to be better than leaving me dead on the floor?" Wyatt asked, looking his mother in the eye.

Wyatt could see Piper deflate a little and he knew she was conjuring up the image of his dead body on the floor of some cheap motel. Piper looked over at Phoebe and Paige. "Hide. Within ear shot in case something happens, but he's got to talk to her." She said, waving her hand for the other two to follow her.

Ellie unfroze in front of him as his mom and aunts disappeared. Ellie went from looking scared to glancing around confused before he saw angry cross her features. "Freeze me one more freaking time and I'm gonna stab you for the fun of it!"

"I didn't… Mom did." He said slowly. "Again?"

"You froze me the first time I met your mom on the front steps. I started to walk away and you weren't in the same place you were before! I knew I wasn't crazy." Ellie said, her words getting heated.

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I lied to you, but I can't just go around telling normal people I'm a witch." Wyatt told her.

"So what? You saw me researching… you at the library and you thought, 'hey, let's just have some fun with the nerd'? 'Let's just bat her around like a mouse until she likes us then we'll stuff her and eat her'?" Ellie asked, waving the knife a little and Wyatt recognized the motions from when her dad had been talking to her after she left the last time.

"What? No! We're not cannibals! We don't sacrifice people and we definitely don't eat people!" Wyatt spoke.

"It doesn't make you a cannibal if you're not human, Wyatt." Ellie told him sharply.

Wyatt moved up close to her, taking her hand quickly despite the fact she tried to push away from him. He pressed the palm of her hand to his chest, watching her face carefully. "Do you feel that?" He asked, as she still tried feebly to get away from him. "That's my heart beat, Ellie. If you cut me, I bleed. If you stick my hand in the fire, I'll burn, alright?"

Ellie seemed to slowly calm down the longer her hand was pressed against his chest. She looked up at him, trying to see something in him that said if he was telling the truth or not.

"I know that this isn't what you're used to. I know hunter's kill because they feel like they've got to get rid of the evil in the world. And there is evil in the world, Ellie. Demons and warlocks and vampires and a bunch of other endless evils." He told her. "But me and my family aren't evil."

Ellie's breathing slowed and evened out, like she was focused solely on what he was talking about, not where she was or what else had happened.

"You said…" Wyatt started. "You said your mom died. Something killed her, didn't it?"

Ellie stared at a spot on Wyatt's chest, just right of where their hands set before she nodded slowly. "We were camping in the woods outside of Mesa, Colorado. That's where we lived." Her voice was small, like she was scared of the words she spoke. "A wendigo got into the tent at night and took her. We didn't find her for almost a week. And you could…" Her breath got caught in her throat. "You couldn't even recognize her anymore."

Wyatt set his hand on the side of Ellie face, gently brushing at her cheek as a stray tear fell. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that."

Ellie's gaze slowly lifted to look up at him. "You're not gonna hurt me." It wasn't as if she was talking to Wyatt directly, more like she needed to hear the words out loud for herself.

Wyatt shook his head. "We will absolutely not hurt you."

Another tear slowly trickled down Ellie's face until Wyatt's thumb caught it. "I've made a real mess for you."

Wyatt smirked down at her. "Believe it or not, we usually find our own."

Ellie gave one dry chuckle and a nod, like she knew the feeling before she looked back up at Wyatt and fear filled her eyes again. "My dad and Uncle Sam. I told them about the Book of Shadows. That's the key to your witch powers isn't it?"

Wyatt nodded silently, not sure what to say.

"Shit." She said, pulling away from Wyatt, fear still gripping her. "Shit." She said again, a little louder. "I told them everything, Wyatt. I told them everything I found in those research books. They think you're the standard kind of witch trash. That's why we're here, Wyatt. We're on a hunting trip." She told him, wondering if he understood the depth of what she was saying.

"But they don't know it's me." He told her and slowly watched her body relax a little bit.

Ellie nodded. "Right, you're right." She sighed. Her phone rang, making her jump. She seemed to pale, looking at the screen before looking at Wyatt. She ducked her head and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Ellie? Where are you?" Dean asked on the other side of the phone, sounding worried.

"Is something wrong? You said I could be out for a couple hours?" Ellie said, bringing her thumb nail up to her mouth to nibble on the end of it.

"Ellie, are you still with Wyatt?" Dean asked hurriedly.

"What? Yeah. Why?" She asked.

"Ellie, honey, you have to get out of there. Ellie, listen to me. Wyatt's a witch and you have to get out of there." Dean's voice was urgent and it made Ellie's heart race. "Where are you?"

Ellie looked up at Wyatt. The look he gave her; she couldn't place it because she'd never seen it before, but she knew this was a split second decision that was going to change everything. She wanted to just blurt out that she was at his house, standing in his foyer. But it felt wrong.

"We're at the ice cream parlor, it's on the corner of Eighth and Washington." Ellie spoke, watching Wyatt.

"Don't go anywhere with him, Ellie. Please." Dean begged. "Just stay there, I'm comin'." And the line went dead.

Ellie pulled the phone from her ear. "He knows."

"He knows?" Wyatt asked, feeling his heart drop a little.

Ellie nodded, her eyes slowly burning from the tears that were building. "Oh God, I'm so sorry."

"Hey, hey, it's okay." Wyatt said, closing the gap between them and pulling her into a hug. "It's alright. We'll figure it out."

"What about a memory spell?" Phoebe asked, jumping out from around the corner.

"Personal gain." Piper and Paige said at the same time, looking at Phoebe.

Ellie gently pulled herself away from Wyatt's embrace, suddenly feeling self-conscious for standing so close to him around his family.

The three sisters launched into a discussion going back and forth, trying to decide if they could pull of a memory spell if they had Ellie in mind, because then it wasn't for personal gain, or if they could whip up a potion in enough time to do anything with.

Ellie cleared her throat loudly, much in the way her Uncle Sam did when her father went off on a tirade. "It's not gonna work." She spoke quietly.

The four of them looked between her and each other. "Why not?" Phoebe asked gently.

Ellie shook her head, trying to decide if she should tell them. "My dad is a good man, he's a good dad, as good as he can be. But when it comes to the bad stuff, the evil things…" She shook her head a little. "He's like a diesel train. He doesn't stop."

"You can't talk to him? I mean, he's human. Humans change their minds all the time." Paige said.

"My dad's the least human human on the face of the earth. He's died and come back. He watched my grandpa die, he watched my grandma die. He saw my mom carved up like Thanksgiving dinner, and he's watched my uncle die a time or two. None of those deaths were natural causes. Evil caused every one. And if there's one ounce of his being that thinks you're evil…"

"Then I guess we're gonna have to convince him we're not." Wyatt said, standing a little straighter.

"We're what? No. You're not involved." Piper said sternly.

"Mom, it's a little late for that. I'm as involved as everybody else." Wyatt spoke up.

Blue and white light slowly gathered in the room until Ellie jumped as Leo appeared. "Sorry, I was listening in. I orbed Melinda and Chris to Phoebe's place in New York. The brothers are on their way."

Ellie shook her head, whether she couldn't believe the situation she was in, or she was condemning them, Wyatt wasn't sure. "Do you all have powers?"

"Yeah, we do." Piper told her quietly.

"I'm really good at screwing things up, but I outdid myself this time." Ellie murmured, scrubbing her hands over her face before something like resolve set in her. "Alright, so we've got like ten minutes until they realize I'm not out for ice cream. Another ten before the GPS gets a lock." She said, taking her phone out of her pocket and pulling the battery. "I've only been researching this crap for a week, but a memory spell is probably too volatile. He might forget about me and Uncle Sam. What about…" She paused, trying to think. "Isn't there like… something kind of protection spell? A barrier so they can't get into the house?"

"What about the cloaking spell?" Wyatt asked, looking between the rest of his family.

"Can we cloak the whole house?" Phoebe asked, looking between her sisters.

"I don't see why not." Piper said.

"Alright, I'm on it." Phoebe said and Paige followed her up the stairs and out of sight.

"I'm really sorry about all this." Piper spoke quietly, looking at Ellie.

Ellie gave a hopeless shrug that tugged at Wyatt's heart. "I don't know why you're apologizing when it's my fault."

"It's not your fault. You didn't mean to." Leo told her firmly.

Ellie shrugged again, crossing her arms over her chest and ducking her head. "Guess it doesn't really matter either way."

"We're gonna figure it out." Wyatt said and Ellie realized it was the same gentle manner his mother spoke in, trying to calm the situation down.

"Don't… don't do that. Don't lie to me now." Ellie told him sternly, giving him a little shake of her head.

"Ellie, I promise. It'll be alright." Wyatt said.

But he could tell he'd said the wrong thing. Ellie worked her jaw before looking up at him, irritation dancing among her features before she turned the look on Piper and Leo. "You don't get it. You have jobs and lives and you're in love and you have kids." Ellie told them. "But we don't. We don't get to. Saving people, hunting things, losing the ones you love, it's the family business. I'm the fifth generation, alright? This isn't some hobby we do on the weekends, that we work around our nine to fives."

Ellie was struck with the vast contrast in hers and Wyatt's lives and it almost made her hurt. She'd liked Wyatt; he was funny and smart and didn't think she was crazy for researching witches as a homeschool project in a city she'd never been to before. And he'd opened his home to her and his family was nice.

But no matter how badly Ellie wanted to have something, anything, with Wyatt, at that moment, she realized she couldn't even be his friend. As soon as they figured this out, they'd have to part ways and never see each other again, and that was if both of them made it out alive.

"You could have that too; a life, a family, a regular job." Leo spoke.

Ellie shook her head. "It's one of those unwritten rules you have to abide by. You can't use magic for personal gain and I can't have a life that doesn't include killing some evil son's a bitches."

Piper smirked, although Wyatt knew she disapproved of the language. "That's not written in stone."

"I like to think we make our own way, we carve our own path. But I believe things happen for a reason. My mom died because I was meant to be a hunter and that was the only way to get my dad back in the fight. Every time I try to diverge from the path, I'm drug back in." Ellie told her with a sad smile.

Wyatt watched Ellie for a long moment and he realized that the same way he'd been born a witch, she'd been born a hunter; she just figured it out later than he had. Their paths were meant to cross and he didn't know for what purpose, but he hoped it was a good one.

Leo looked between Wyatt and Ellie. "I'm gonna see if I can see them, figure out where they are." He said and he orbed away.

"I'll go check on Phoebe and Paige." Piper said, shuffling her feet before moving up the stairs.

Ellie watched her leave, glancing around the foyer and Wyatt realized she was looking everywhere but at him. He shuffled closer to her, gently taking her hand in his. It was a slow reaction, but when she finally looked up at him, he saw the same look of fear.

"Tell me." He murmured gently, trying to piece together what she was thinking that made her so scared.

"I… I don't want you to die for me." She said quietly, looking away from him again.

Wyatt carefully set his finger under her chin, guiding her gaze back up to his and he smiled tenderly. "Nobody's gonna die tonight."

Ellie's face showed she didn't believe him, but she gripped his hand a little harder than she had been before. "I really hope you're right."

"Incoming!" Leo yelled, suddenly appearing.