Hi guys!!! Been a very long time, but I still haven't forgotten about this, of course!! It's kind of the anniversary of the publication of this story on fanfiction, as well as my birthday so Happy Birthday to Legacy and happy birthday to me! Hahah, thanks for reading. Take care.


November 29

Junior groaned as his dreamless night was shattered by the cries of help. It echoed through his mind, just as it usually did when a charge was in trouble. He quickly checked the time.

4:23 A.M., it flashed.

He closed his eyes for a moment and was ready to orb when he heard a somewhat echo drift above him.

I got this one, a ghostly whisper rang. Junior curiously looked above him.

"Wyatt?" He saw dim blue orbs fading away above him. He gratefully sat down, waiting several minutes until Wyatt orbed into his room. He flicked on the lights.

"Thanks man," Junior genuinely said. Wyatt nodded.

"No problem, I know you have a lot on your mind."

Junior sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. He waited a couple of minutes before he spoke.

"I talked to her. She's nothing like Grace. The only thing they share is their looks, and that's barely even there," he paused for a moment. "It just completely caught me off guard."

Wyatt nodded again, leaning against the wall and cross his legs.

"It's the guilt that kills me. Sometimes I think if she never died, what would have happened between us? Would we have gotten married? Would we even still be together? I was just a kid; I was only 17. It was my fault she died."

Wyatt shook his head. "I know the last thing you want to hear from me is a lecture about how it wasn't your fault, but that's what you're gonna get. If she didn't die from the werewolf, she would have died somehow else. And if that happened, would you still blame yourself? It was her fate, and yes, it was unfortunate. But it happened and we can't escape that. Your sister has to understand that too. You guys can't blame yourself for the death of other people. You have to let go sometimes."

Junior leaned back and plopped himself on his bed, facing the ceiling.

"How do you know so much?"

"I've been a Whitelighter since I was 19, and I've been using my powers since inside the womb…"

Junior smirked and threw his pillow at him. "Show off." He bounced off the bed and started to get ready for the day.

Wyatt followed him out of his room to the kitchen. "I got news."

Junior reached out some food from the fridge and sat down, offering Wyatt some.

He spoke as he ate. "Elders are giving most of our charges to other Whitelighters now."

Junior stared at him, obnoxiously chewing.

"What's the catch?" he asked, with food still in his mouth.

"Well, you're off the hook, but they're assigning me one charge. Apparently a tough one. They've sent numerous Whitelighters for her, but she just shoots them down."

Still chewing food, Junior pointed at him and said. "Ha."


Penny walked through the door of her house.

"Hello?" she called out. She set her stuff down and took off her coat. She heard faint laughter coming from the living room. She followed the sound and saw her parents, along with her two sisters smiling. They were flipping through boxes of old pictures.

"Hey guys."

Phoebe turned around. "Hey sweetie, come look at this picture of you."

Penny took a seat next to her mom and smiled at the picture of her. She was wearing a yellow polka dotted dress, with a sunflower in her hair and a lollipop in her mouth.

"I always loved sunflowers," she warmly said. She saw her two sisters looking through old photo albums on the floor. She got off the couch and joined them, reaching into the box for her own album to look through. She opened up an old one, showing Phoebe with her siblings. Penny lifted her leg to cross when a photo strip fell out. She picked it up, recognizing her mom, twenty-five years younger. There were four pictures, as if vertically stacked on top of each other, like one of those pictures taken in a photo booth. She was embracing another man, who she recognized as the guy from the many other pictures Phoebe had kept.

Phoebe noticed Penny staring at the picture. "Which picture is that, Penny?"

She turned it around. Phoebe's smiled faded. Coop turned towards Phoebe.

"Cole," she whispered. She looked down, remembering her tragic love.

Penny immediately lowered it down, feeling guilt. She suddenly felt a slight electric tingle radiating from her hand. Her eyes drifted off and she felt the familiar sensation take her. She closed her eyes and saw a time tunnel run through her mind, until it appeared at a destination. Darkness. Silence filled the air. Echoes of screams suddenly rang out. Two dark figures appeared in front view. Nothing about them was identifiable until the bright, gleaming shine of a fireball shot straight towards her, knocking her out of the vision. Penny gasped for air, opening her eyes. Color regained itself, and the faces of her concerned family came into view.

"Penny? Are you okay?" Coop questioned. She looked at him and closed her mouth, nodding.

"What did you see?" Dora asked. Phoebe came rushing into the room with a glass of water, which Penny drank as Coop helped her onto the couch.

"It was, these two guys, or girls. I couldn't even tell, they were just black and I don't know. I can't even explain it…it was so, vague. All I know is that the vision ended with them throwing a fireball," she said in a rush.

Dora looked at her, concerned. She then turned to her mom.

"We can't exactly look for anybody fitting that description, can we?"

Phoebe shook her head. "All I can say is that you girls should stay alert and cautious of any people around you. If you feel like you're in danger or somebody fits that picture, contact each other or us right away."

"Maybe I should try to get another vision?" Penny suggested.

Phoebe shook her head. "No, it's not a good idea. Just let it be, Penelope. I don't think we should be bringing more trouble upon ourselves."


Wyatt orbed to the top of the Golden Gate Bridge, which had developed into the usual meeting place for Whitelighters and Elders to interact. No Elder had orbed down yet so he took the time to roam around and enjoy the San Francisco weather. He closed his eyes, thinking. Jingles interrupted his train of thought and he turned around to face the familiar Elder Zaareh.

"Hello Wyatt," she greeted. He nodded in return. She held a beige file in her hand and handed it to him.

"We thought we would make it easier and more up-to-date for you by giving you all her information before you tried contacting her. To try to make a different approach than the previous Whitelighters."

Wyatt took the file and held it in his hands. Zaareh continued talking as she paced around the bridge.

"Something you should know about her. Elaine is very hard-headed. She has denied the previous Whitelighters we've tried to give her."

"Any reason for that?"

Zaareh avoided the question, as if she had not heard it.

"We need her. Her powers have been dormant for years and she has the potential to be a powerful asset to upcoming battles."

Wyatt's eyes flickered up. "Any particular battles I should be aware of?"

She shook her head. "Not yet."

Wyatt grunted, knowing she was withholding information.

"We hope you can convince her. It will not be a fast process."

Wyatt nodded.

"Good luck," and with that, blue orbs blinded his eye sight. He brought the folder up to his eye level and orbed to his cousin's apartment.

Junior was crouched comfortably on the couch, eating a bowl of cereal and watching television. He looked up as Wyatt orbed himself to the couch to his left.

"Hey, what's up?"

Wyatt sighed and tossed the folder onto the coffee table in front of them. Junior raised his eyebrows and glanced at it. He set his bowl on the table.

"What is it?" he warily asked.

"Elaine Mikelle's file," Wyatt responded, propping his head on his right hand resting on the armrest.

Junior picked up the folder and examined the outside of it. "A file, seriously? These Elders are getting really high tech here, watch out!" He started laughing and tossed it at Wyatt. He caught it and leaned forward.

"It's not funny, man. Why do you think they got rid of all my charges except her?"

His lips moved downward and he shrugged his shoulders. "She's a bad charge?"

"Zaareh said she's hard headed."

Junior patted him on the shoulder as he got up, taking the bowl to the kitchen counter. "Another stubborn one, just what you need."

Wyatt followed him and sat down at one of the counter chairs. Junior leaned his arms over the counter across from him.

"Have you opened it yet?"

Wyatt shook his head.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" Junior snatched it from him and opened to the first page.

"Hey, she's cute. That's a bright side."

Wyatt annoyingly flipped the folder around. With dark honey chestnut hair, deep brown eyes, and a warm smile, she stared back at him. He skimmed over the basics, and flipped through the pages to discover she had graduated from Columbia University in three years with a degree in journalism. She currently worked at The Bay Mirror.

"She works at The Bay Mirror," Wyatt murmured.

"Aunt Phoebe's Bay Mirror? You think she knows her?"

Wyatt's head snapped forward. "I gotta go." He orbed away to his Aunt's home. Junior sighed.

Wyatt reappeared in the hallway of his Aunt's home. He made his way to the noises in the kitchen and saw his Uncle Coop.

"Hey Coop," he greeted. Coop looked up and smiled.

"Hey buddy, what's going on?"

Wyatt half smiled in return. "I'm looking for Aunt Phoebe, have you seen her?"

"Right here," a voice rang out behind him. Phoebe strolled in with her glasses on and her laptop.

"What's up honey?" She sat down and motioned for him to sit.

"I have a question," he started, as he sat down. He opened up the file and pointed to the girl. "Do you know her?"

Phoebe knitted her eyebrows together and looked at the picture.

"She looks a little younger here, but yes. This is Lainey. She interned for a couple of months at the Mirror and she works there doing stories on anything that's new," she stopped and examined the folder. "Wait, what is this?"

Wyatt shook his head in disbelief. "My new charge. It's just like the Elders to give me someone that you knew"

"I don't know," she murmured. "I had no idea she was at all supernaturally linked."

Wyatt nodded. "Thanks for the info Aunt Pheebs." He stood up and waved good-bye before he orbed out. Coop replaced Wyatt's seat across from his wife. He slipped his hands around hers and held them. Phoebe sighed.

"Thinking about Prue?"

She nodded meekly. "I just don't know what we're going to do."

"The school called. They want to know if she'll be coming back for this upcoming semester."

"What do you think?"

Coop pursed his lips together and shook his head. "She can't keep staying at home. I know you're teaching her, but she has to face life and get back to school."

Phoebe nodded and sat in silence.

"Do you really think they're gone?" she spoke up. He bit his lip and squeezed her hands.

"I don't know, but they're not in her anymore. And I don't know if you realize it, but she's never been happier."

Phoebe smiled a little. "It's strange, isn't it? For all these years I've been charmed, I've learned to accept that despite the battles and attacks, I love it. It makes me who I am, and we've passed it down to our children. It's become such a regular part of life that it's weird to think of having a kid who doesn't have it anymore."

"I think it was destiny. That demon didn't just target her out of nowhere. Something deep inside of her was doubting this, and if there was ever that doubt to begin with…"

"Then there was something wrong," she finished. "I just love her, and I want what's best for her."

"And we start with getting her back to school to start living that so-called "normal" life," he smiled and brought his hands up, lifting her off her feet. He swiftly wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, hugging her tightly. The sounds of heels against hardwood floor entered the kitchen. They were greeted by Penny.

"Hey guys," she was pulled into their embrace. She laughed and finally pulled away.

"Sappy times at the Halliwell Clan's," she smiled and reached into the fridge for cold water.

"If you're staying for dinner, we're having shellfish and crab cakes," Coop mentioned.

Penny wrinkled her nose. "Ew, what?"

"We wanted a seafood style dinner tonight," Coop responded.

Penny shuddered. "Uh, no thanks. That sounds very unappealing."

"Your bluntness is well noted," Phoebe shot back. "Sometimes I think you were born from the wrong sister."

Penny quickly turned around to face her mom. "I am not like Aunt Piper!"

Phoebe laughed. "I'm talking about Paige."

Penny thought for a moment before exiting the kitchen. "Ya, I can see that."

Phoebe and Coop laughed.