A/N: I just want to say thank you to all my readers who have not only found some pleasure from my work but have also taken the time for reviews. I LOVE reviews. Tell me what I'm doing right, tell me what you think I'm doing wrong. As long as it comes from an honest place and is constructive I welcome it. I want to hear from you; I write for you.

I know it's been a while since I updated. Unfortunately I had finals for grad school and then my Dad was in a very serious accident at the end of May and is still recuperating. I will try to continue with this story, especially if the reviews keep pouring in. Here's a little teaser to keep you coming back...

Wyatt held the blade of Excalibur in one palm, the other running over it smoothly. He didn't believe in coincidence; no Halliwell did. He swung and blocked an attack from his cousin Henry and for the first time in months laughed. "Really," Wyatt spoke, "You want to try your hand against the wielder of Excalibur?"

"Someone has to keep you on your toes," the equally tall and charming man replied, "after all, you've become seemingly complacent lately." Turning, he swung his arm quickly and with ease, attacking Wyatt from the other side which the blond anticipated. After what seemed like an eternity the two, sweaty men ended their duel and stopped for a water break.

Henry poured his bottle over his head and ran long fingers through his dark mane. "Good to see you still have it in you. I was getting worried for a while."

"No need. I know I've been out of it for a couple weeks-"

"Try months!" Henry interrupted. "The whole family has noticed. I can't even check the Book of Shadows because Aunt Piper grills me whenever she sees me. No offense, I love her and all, but that is one scary witch when she puts her mind to it. What's going on?"

"Don't worry about it," Wyatt reassured him. "This will all be over soon."

Mel locked the door behind her before moving further into Potions, making her way to Great Aunt Pearl's settee where the bar offered divination to curious mortals. Bianca sat there with an arm over the back of the couch and her legs crossed.

"Did you bring it," Bianca leaned forward and reached for the pouch Mel took from the pocket of her leather jacket.

"Here it is," her sister-in law handed it over. "Let's get to work."

Wyatt and Henry finally called it quits on sword fighting practice and grabbed some ice cold water bottles when Chris orbed in.

"Hey, Hank. How's it going?" Chris asked his cousin. Once Henry, Jr. had turned twelve he had refused to go by Junior anymore and calling him Henry had just become too confusing with the whole family around.

"Same old, same old," he took a swig from his bottle. "I've gotta head out. I'm meeting Molly tonight and I stink. Gotta go take a shower."

"Oh, Molly," Chris whistled. "You finally tell her you're in love with her," he teased, busting his cousin's balls.

"She's my best friend, loser!" Hank gave Chris a light shove. "Peace," he offered before orbing out and avoiding further embarrassment.

Chris took a seat and stared at Wyatt; the twice blessed's smile fell and he asked, "What did you find out?"

"Mel and Bianca have been meeting with each other a lot," Chris winced.

"That's not really unusual though," Wyatt replied. "They're tight like that; almost sisters."

"Yeah, I would agree with you," Chris's tone implied that wasn't likely to happen, "if they weren't making a habit of casting privacy spells and if my contacts in the underworld weren't telling me that Mel's acquired a very rare potion ingredient."

"What type of ingredient?"

"The ashes of a witch burned at the stake."

Wyatt held his breath before asking the question he knew he didn't want the answer to. "Whose ashes?" His voice was cold and calm; too calm.

"Melinda Warren's."

The hood from her sweater cloaked her face from prying eyes and she stuffed her fists into the pockets of her leather motorcycle jacket, trying to keep her fingers from fidgeting. Her five inch black suede ankle booties clacked along the paved road as she passed through a bad part of town on her way to her destination. Her feet picked up the pace when she thought she heard an odd noise and as the figure rounded the corner and made it to her destination, she came face to face with her ladies in waiting.

Rae dropped her hood and was greeted with ready hands; Melinda's wasting no time in marking Rae with sigils as Bianca prepared the circle for the ritual. "Let it begin," their Queen commanded.