I AM MARSHALL

"So let's work this out," Chris stated, "We know that all the Bennetts died, so it couldn't have been late at night."

"How do we know that?" Piper questioned.

"Because Parker and Pace don't live with the rest of the family…"

"Yeah, they just moved into our building, themselves," Wyatt interrupted, "And isn't Pace scheduled to work at P3 Wednesday night?"

"He's on at 9:30," Chris answered, "But, he's supposed to be there for a delivery at 4:00. I'm still trying to give him as many hours as I can."

"How long for deliveries?" Piper asked, at one time she'd know, but it had been awhile since she ran P3.

"This guy is usually on time, about a half hour to unload and another half hour to put it all away," Chris said, "Plus, P3 is about 20 minutes or so from the Bennetts new place..."

"So the attack/fire takes place between about 5:30 and 8:30, assuming Pace intends to go home to his loft, first, before heading to work," Marshall figured.

"Maybe they were all having dinner together," at Marshall's skeptical look, she snipped, "What? I have my sons over for family dinners all the time."

"Yeah, but Priscilla can't cook very well," Marshall supplied.

"How do you know that?" Mel joined the questioning.

"Because he used to be their White-Lighter," Wyatt answered.

"Still am," Marshall corrected.

"Then how are you supposed to be all of our White-Lighter too?" Mel gasped at the magnitude of Marshall's 'job'.

"We need to focus on the Bennetts, but I'll answer. I came from their reality. 'Transferred' is the term. Since they came here and you all, Halliwells, Coopers, Mitchells, were here and refused to have a White-Lighter, they assigned me to your family hoping I could persuade you into accepting me."

"We have Aunt Paige!" Melinda crowed.

Marshall looked vaguely irritated for a moment, "I can see we won't get back to the Bennett's just yet…. Yes, your Aunt Paige is a White-Lighter, of sorts. She's a hybrid who's not allowed," he rolled his eyes upward, indicating the heavenly home of the Elders, "Instead she has to summon an Elder to her, usually from atop the Golden Gate Bridge. This means she has to orb there, summon, wait, and then find out what she needs to know and orb back. I, on the other hand have all the White-Lighter privileges and responsibilities, I orb up, find out what I need and orb back. Maybe it saves seconds, but in a battle every second counts," Marshall explained, "Now can we focus on the Bennetts, please. Much as I love being the center of attention, now isn't the time."

"So, maybe they ordered out and had a family dinner," Chris said.

"See?" Piper directed towards Marshall, "Family dinner."

"Okay," Wyatt said, "We can guess why they're all together but we still don't know when the attack happens or who is attacking, or even if it is an attack!" It had been a long week for Wyatt and he was out of patience.

"Trust me," Marshall said dryly, "The one thing I do know is that it was an attack, no ordinary house fire, scary and destructive as they can be, would be enough to wipe out the entire Bennett family."

"Agreed," Wyatt said, wiping his eyes tiredly.

"Sweetie, why don't you take a nap?" Piper offered, "You look dead on your feet. Since Mel switched your powers back, I don't think you're in any danger of vanishing into a different day." She looked worriedly at her eldest. "Besides, now we four besides you know what's going on, even if you disappear, we'll take care of it. And we'll start making plans while you rest."

"Thanks, Mom," Wyatt smiled gratefully, he headed up the stairs and into his old room. Once inside he took his shirt off. He turned to face the bed and saw Discord sitting on it.

"Hey, sweet thing, it wasn't fair of you to end my fun!" She pouted at Wyatt.

"Sorry to ruin your day, Discord," he shrugged. "I can't let you kill the Bennetts."

"Me? I wasn't doing the killing. It just worked out that they were going to die this week. Made our game more interesting, don't you think?"

"I don't want to play 'our game'," Wyatt informed the minor deity firmly.

"Quitters never win," Discord teased, "We'll play until you bore me." She looked him over hotly, "Besides being a real cutie, you're surprisingly smart, a worthy opponent," she complimented flirtatiously before disappearing in a flash of blinding white light.

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A/N Thank you so much to all my reviewers. I'm pleased that you're all enjoying the story. For those of you who aren't, let me know what I'm doing wrong. I'm here to learn to be a better writer after all.

A/N I am so sorry; I have a billion and one excuses, and they're all pretty good…but that doesn't get the story written, which is what I'll try to finish tonight. Not promising anything but hopefully I can get a start on my Halloween episode (a month and a half late!)

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Wyatt had thought that after his second meeting with Discord he'd never be able to rest but almost as soon as she white-flashed from the room he was asleep. He woke groggily a few hours later. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he walked down the stairs. Before he even entered the kitchen, he heard the voices.

"Good morning sleepy head," Piper smiled at him as he entered.

"Did you sleep well?" Bree asked, concern in her eyes, as she hurried over to hug him.

Wyatt hesitated for a moment and then bent to kiss Bree. He raised his head and gave the eyebrow raised Piper a shrug. "Did we come up with a plan?" He asked, scanning the room.

"We?" Marshall asked, sharing a look with Chris.

"Yeah, as eldest he always takes the credit," Chris deadpanned. "Yes, we," Chris indicated everyone in the room who wasn't Wyatt, "came up with a plan."

"Care to let me in on it?" Wyatt asked.

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