Piper lay without moving. The boils continued to form on her skin. My sisters and I knew Leo was the answer, but Kyle didn't say anything. Something was not right.

I forced my face into Kyle's, "I don't know how you know, but you do. You knew exactly where my sisters were before we did. We were within blocks to each of them. I don't know what the Elders have told you what to say or not to say, but Piper will die if Leo doesn't rescue her. It's always been that. Tell where Leo is."

Kyle took a deep breath. "He's in Atlanta."

Phoebe let Paige hold Piper, and she stood next to me. "Then, orb your ass to Atlanta and get him!"

"He might not want to see me."

Paige's face crumpled, "Why, Kyle? Why wouldn't he want to see you?"

"He's…my…son."

"YOUR SON!" We yelled, and we cornered him.

"You can back off now." Phoebe and I took one step back, but only one. "Fine. Twenty-five years ago, I married a witch—like Piper and Leo. We were excited when Jenny was pregnant, but I received more charges and the Elders kept me busy. Brian—Leo—was born, and I was there, but as years went on, there grew a hostility between Brian and me. Jenny died three years ago—not by magic, but ovarian cancer and I couldn't cure her. I think Brian resented me for not healing her and not being there for him, and after she died, we haven't spoken. Brian gave up his magic, and he's in medical school. I didn't know Brian was Leo until Jenny died, and the Elders wanted to make sure I had a relationship with Brian, because he was the reincarnation of Leo Wyatt. I didn't know until now, why.

"I don't know if I can convince him. There's so much anger…"

"Ironically, his son, Chris, had the same feeling about him," Phoebe put her hand on her forehead.

Tears began to sting my eyes. "I DON'T CARE if you have DADDY issues! We are going to get Leo, NOW!"

Kyle orbed us to the University of Georgia at Atlanta. We were in front of the library. Most universities were open twenty-four hours, especially during exams. When we entered, we found Brian, a dark-haired man with golden highlights wearing a Georgia Bulldog sweatshirt and jeans.

We walked to his table. Kyle cleared his voice, "Hi, Brian."

"Kyle." Brian did not leave his spot.

"We need you."

"I don't need you."

"Please, Brian, my sister's dying," I choked up. Brian snapped his head and met my eyes. "Please."

Brian slammed his tablet and his books in his bag, "FINE. I'll go, but for you." We exited the library into a secluded area. "I'm NOT using magic."

"But…you..have..to."

"Don't you, people, understand? I quit magic the moment my Mom died. I ignored every urge to use magic for personal gain. I don't need magic." Brian began to walk away.

"Brian!" Kyle's voice stopped his son. "I'll make a deal with you. You come with us and heal her sister—and if you don't feel anything. I won't come back. I will never bug you again. BUT, if you heal her, and you feel something, YOU will apologize for being rude AND you will start calling me DAD!"

Brian rejoined us, "That's a deal I make."

We orbed back to the attic, and Piper was on a couch, while Phoebe and Paige kept watch on her. Brian walked to Piper, "Kyle, I don't know how to heal."

"Son, I want you to think of the purest love you can imagine—a love that is endless—transcending lifetimes."

Brian closed his eyes and concentrated. A slight glow began to start in his hand, and Brian focused even more. The light grew brighter and brighter. The boils on Piper began to disappear to the point, there were no marks anymore.

Piper's eyes opened at the same time Brian did. "LEO!"

"PIPER!" Leo grabbed Piper and held her close. He turned his head to face Kyle, "I'm sorry, Dad."