Post by StoryGirl83 on Nov 9, 2011 14:47:17 GMT -5
Chapter Twelve – A Whitelighter for Once
Brianna moaned and blinked open her eyes. A golden glow greeted her. She brought up a hand to shield her eyes and the glow stopped.
“Good, you’re awake,” the voice of a young man greeted her.
She blinked again and saw a lanky young man with medium brown hair slicked back and James Dean-esque facial structure stooped down over her. He stood and looked down at her. “How are you feeling?”
“A little sore,” she admitted as she sat up. Her head began ringing. “Oh, my head hurts.”
“That’s understandable,” he informed her. “You had quite the head injury there. If I hadn’t gotten here when I did, you might well have died. You’ve got to be careful. You’re only human after all.”
She pushed herself up against the wall. She grimaced at the sight of blood, her blood, dripping down the wall where she had hit it. Her eyes widened as she was able to focus across the room. “Max!” She scrambled to her feet, ignoring the pain ringing through her head and ran across the room.
The young man orbed across the room and stopped her a few feet from Max. “You can’t touch him. He’s alive, but . . .”
“Why can’t you heal him?” she screamed. “You healed me. Heal Max.”
“I can’t,” he informed her. “He’s a demon.” He shook his head. “There’s not a drop of human blood in him. His injuries are severe, but for now he’s alive.”
“Then, heal him,” she demanded.
“I can’t,” he repeated. “I already tried. It just won’t work. I’m sorry I don’t think he’ll make it.”
“The Synergists?”
He looked at her confused. “Is that why you were here?”
She nodded.
“I didn’t see anyone else here when I arrived.”
“Why did you arrive?” she asked confused. “I don’t have a whitelighter. I can’t possibly have a whitelighter. The elders refused to let my dad have one when he married my mom.”
“I’m not your whitelighter,” he admitted. “But you do have one.”
“Impossible,” she declared. She stared down at Max, tears filling her eyes. “There has to be some other option. There has to be some way to heal Max.”
He shook his head. “I’ve considered every possibility that I could think of. There isn’t a whitelighter out there capable of healing your friend. Demonic healers won’t. And human doctors probably couldn’t heal the damage. And even if they could, his demonic blood would ring all sorts of bells. He’d be exposed and probably die anyway.”
“Leo Wyatt,” she gasped desperately.
“What?” he looked at her confused.
“. . . and Paige Matthews,” she continued, “healed Cole Turner.”
“Cole Turner was half human and they could only heal his human half,” he reminded her. “You’re friend’s not human.”
“I know,” she admitted, “but it does mean they would be willing to heal a demon if they could.”
“Which they can’t,” he pressed.
“Not magically,” she agreed, “but Leo Wyatt was a doctor. He might be able to save Max.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he hedged.
“It’s the best I’ve got,” she informed him. “Besides, we know he won’t expose Max as a demon. And his kids can vouch for us, if need be.” She looked at him. “And so can you. A whitelighter who wants to heal a demon. That’ll count for something in their minds.”
“It’s forbidden.”
“What?!” she stared at him stunned. “How can it be forbidden? Or do you mean to heal Max at all?”
He shook his head. “I can’t be seen by people I knew in life no matter how briefly.”
She gaped at him. “His life is at stake here.”
“And I can’t orb him,” he continued. “Unless you are going to claim he has had massive exposure to orbing, he won’t be able to handle it. The experience is unsettling until you get used to it.”
“Yeah, I know,” she informed him. “After all, it’s the only form of transportation he or I have known for most of the last twenty years. Or is dark orbing so different from white orbing?”
He shook his head. “No, not so different. He shouldn’t be affected by that, but I still can’t be seen by the Halliwells.”
“Then, don’t be,” she directed him. “Just get him there alive.”
The whitelighter closed his eyes.
Brianna watched him for several seconds, before interrupting. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to figure out where he is,” he informed her. “He doesn’t exactly have a whitelighter watching him.” He sighed and pulled out a cell phone.
She looked at him startled. “You can’t get reception here.”
“It’s a magical phone,” he informed her slightly annoyed as he punched in numbers. “Communicating with other whitelighters or even the elders is almost impossible down here. This phone will let me . . .”
“Make phone calls,” she interrupted, impatiently. “Not exactly the elders.”
He chuckled as he finished dialing in the phone number. “You don’t know this elder.” He held the phone up to his ear. “Hi, it’s JD. I need to find Leo Wyatt. It’s a matter of life or death.”