Everyone filed in the door weathered and scared. Brett was still soaked and Elizabeth fared the same. Their minds were all racing yet no one could find a word to say. Everyone acted as one mind; Taylor helped Elizabeth to a couch in the foyer while Brett went and grabbed towels. Bryce followed Blake upstairs to the medicine cabinet in the upstairs bathroom where collectively they gathered gauze, antibiotic ointments, bandages and a host of other things they could manage to fit into their hands. Everyone convened in the foyer at the same time, taking seats that were distant from the others in the room.

Brett handed Elizabeth a towel before he took a seat with one of his own and as he began mussing the towel through his mussed and soaked hair he could see Bryce helping Elizabeth with an abrasion on her leg.

"Ok," Blake said, finally, "So what just happened exactly?"

"We need to call the police," Taylor said

"No," Elizabeth spoke at last, as she ran a towel through her hair, "We can't, she'll kill anyone that gets involved."

"But how?" Bryce said, "What was she doing?"

Elizabeth looked at Bryce, her eyes began to fill with tears, "Look, all you need to know is that you're all in danger."

"What did you do," Bryce inquired, with a tone in his voice that demanded answers, "Elizabeth, what's going on?"

"…We should get your whitelighter,"

Everyone in the room looked around in confusion, Blake spoke, "Our what?"

Elizabeth stopped drying her hair, "You don't know what a whitelighter is? But you guys are witches, right?"

Brett chuckled, "What? You must be off your rocker, lady"

"Hey," Bryce said, furrowing his eyebrow, "Don't talk to her like that."

"I'll talk to her however damned well I please," Brett shot back.

"Excuse me? You want to say that again?" Bryce said getting up, Taylor got up just as quickly and put a hand on Bryce's chest, halting him from progressing.

"I think since we almost just died back there, we deserve to know what's going on."

"Even if I could," Elizabeth said, "There's nothing you can do about it, Lorelai's a very powerful demon."

"Lorelai?" Brett said, recalling the name, "Demon? What?"

Elizabeth looked around the room unsure of her surroundings. None of it made sense in her mind. They all have powers, even Bryce… she knew everyone around her had powers because she could feel them. If she needed to channel them, it could help battle Lorelai, but it'd be easier if they could fight her on their own.

"How long have you guys had your powers?"

Brett laughed, "What are you talking about? We're not witches, we don't have powers."

"Brett had his first vision a few weeks ago," Blake said at last, "And he's had a few since then."

Brett looked over at his brother, "You… don't believe this do you?"

Bryce finally sat down, "What do you mean we're witches? I don't have a power."

"I think you do," Blake said, "I mean, you tossed me halfway across the street Bryce… and then today when you helped us out, that…

Blake paused and looked at Elizabeth, as if he were saying a word from a different language, "Demon… that demon flew into the wall. You saved my brother's life."

"And you," Elizabeth spoke up, "can freeze time. It's a rare gift, thought to only exist in one family's bloodline ever. You're very fortunate to have it."

"Is that what happened in the alley," Taylor finally spoke up, sitting down with the realization that things, no matter how strange they sounded, were starting to make sense, "When all of a sudden you guys were in different spots? You froze me?"

"But, why didn't we freeze?" Brett asked

Elizabeth sighed. This didn't make any sense, if they were witches, especially those new to the craft, why weren't they being guided?

"Because you're all good witches," Taylor spoke up, "good witches won't be affected by Blake's power."

Everyone turned to Taylor surprised and confused, Bryce looked over at his friend, "How…"

"There's a lot to explain, but for now, know that I'm here to help you. Elizabeth, you're the only person I can trust with this right now, will you watch over them?"

As if Elizabeth and Taylor had known what was going to happen all along, Elizabeth nodded and with that Taylor dissolved in a beautiful blue light and disappeared. The boys all widened their eyes and looked each other, confused… Bryce had a twinge of pain in his eyes.

"So, that would explain why I sensed he had powers. I wondered when he would reveal himself."

"What the hell was that?" Brett said

Bryce didn't stay for the answer; he got up and slammed the door as he exited the house. Elizabeth quickly followed after him and ran down the stairs to close the gap that he was forming between them.

* * *

Blake and Brett stayed in the foyer, unsure of what happened, unable to calculate it's meaning… its importance. On one hand, if she was telling the truth about all of this there was a demon, whatever that was, trying to kill them. They had powers to defend themselves but they had no clue how to utilize them and what was more frustrating was now they split up. Blake was sitting there staring blankly out the window while Brett paced nervously back and forth.

"I wonder if this is why Mom hasn't been home," Brett said aloud, to no one in particular.

Blake didn't stop peering out the window, "Maybe. She might not even know."

Brett paused a step before saying, "Well, Elizabeth said your power is in a special family right? That would mean it has to be passed down, doesn't it?"

"I don't know," Blake lamented, finally getting up from his chair, "I thought I almost lost you today. I need you to stay close to me until we get this figured out."

"I can take care of myse—"

"Brett, I can't lose you," Blake said, wrapping his arms around his brother tightly, "You're all I have left."

"Hey, hey," Brett said, in a comforting tone, "I'm right here, you're not going to lose me."

They stood there, hugging for a moment longer. Sometimes big brothers needed support too.

* * *

"Bryce, Bryce," Elizabeth said running up to him and grabbing his arm, "Hey, wait."

"You knew I had powers, didn't you?"

Elizabeth's eyes widened, and she paused, "…yes, I did."

"How long have you known?"

"Since I met you."

Bryce turned on his heel before she could explain herself and started walking again. Elizabeth followed him, walking by his side without saying a word.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you didn't say anything to me. There's a magical law that says our secret must remain with the magical community," Elizabeth went on, "Terrible things happen when mortals find out. I couldn't be sure you were a witch or some other good creature. You could've been evil. I can't channel a power until I see it."

"So," Bryce said, looking down at the cement, "You're a witch then?"

Elizabeth nodded.

"And I am too."

Elizabeth nodded again.

"Why haven't I known until now?"

"I'm not sure," she said, "It looks like Taylor's your whitelighter, so the powers that be knew."

"What is a whitelighter, you keep saying it but I've never heard of it?"

Elizabeth laughed, "They're sort of like a guardian angel for witches."

"And if Taylor knew that I was a witch, why didn't he say something?"

"I'm not sure, there's some things that aren't adding up," she said

"So, if I had one, how come the other brothers didn't?"

"That's another thing that isn't making sense, we should head back to the house, we're in danger out here."

* * *

"I wonder if they're alright." Brett said, now in the kitchen with his brother. They hadn't had anything to eat all day and the action. Blake was cooking a huge portion of stir-fry and rice while Brett was taking small pieces out and eating them.

"I don't know how I feel with that Lorelai thing after us,"

Brett said, "Well, we'll get it figured out. I don't know why, but I trust Bryce."

"Do you?"

"Yeah," Brett said, "I mean, he obviously has some issues, but he's never given me a reason not to trust him."

Blake flipped some vegetables and noodles as he continued, "And this Elizabeth girl?"

"I'm not sure, but I had a vision of her and I followed my instinct."

A bright light filled the room, Brett and Blake turned around to see two figures emerge from the beautiful light that was reaching into every corner of the kitchen. Taylor stood there but next to him was a stunning looking girl. There was layered black hair flowing past her shoulders. Her grayish green colored eyes were piercing and gorgeous. When she smiled at them, her beautiful teeth radiated one of comfort and kindness.

Brett smiled and walked over to Taylor, unfazed by him and his companion randomly appearing. All Brett could find himself doing was wrapping his arms around Taylor's neck. They stood there for a second, awkward but filled with emotion.

"I'm glad you're alright."

Taylor laughed as they separated, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know, where did you go when you left like that?"

"I went to go speak with the Elders, they're a group of angels who watch over whitelighters and give us advice about situations like this."

Blake turned around after turning off the gas to the stove, "What are whitelighters?"

"They're like a guardian angel, for witches," said a voice in the other room. Everyone looked to the doorway and saw familiar faces walk through it. There was a moment of quiet reflection; everyone was taking in the sight of each other.

"I'm sorry, I had to take a second," Bryce said.

Everyone smiled, Blake looked over, "It's ok, and I think this day has been intense for all of us."

Bryce looked over at Taylor, a pain stirring at his heart, when he looked at Taylor's companion, "Who's the girl?"

"Hi," she finally said, stepping forward, "I think it's time for us to get down to business."

"Oh," Taylor said, looking at his companion, "I'm sorry guys, ok, everyone, this is Prue."

Prue smiled at the boys as Taylor continued to introduce everyone, "This is Brett, Bryce and Blake. And she's Elizabeth."

Prue smiled, "I guess you three are my charges, we need to talk about this demon"

"Our what?" Brett said

"A charge," Taylor said, "is what whitelighters call the people they look after."

"Wow, you guys really have no clue," Prue said, "about anything magical? "

"We don't really get a manual about this stuff, y'know? This is new to all of us." Brett said meekly.

"That's the thing," Elizabeth chimed in, "You have a whitelighter now, but you should have a book of shadows too."

"A what?" Blake said, raising his eyebrow.

"It's a magical tome," Prue said, "It's passed down through families and has extensive knowledge of your family and demons."

Blake shook his head, "We've never had anything like that in our house."

Taylor looked at Prue, "I doubt that, but we have other things to worry about."

"Like why this demon is after you," said Prue, "does he have any reason to go after you? Other than your power?"

Elizabeth sighed. After looking at Taylor she walked over to the doorframe and leaned against it. The entire room was looking at her and she was compelled to speak after all the eyes pierced her.

"I offered up Bryce to Lorelai."