Post by SimplyAretha on Dec 30, 2004 20:41:49 GMT -5
posted by AngelRose
(Ok, so, here goes; be honest nicely please )
A Wish For A Whitelighter
Everyone gets to make a wish on their birthday, right? Well, if I were still mortal, today would have been my birthday, so I going to make my wish anyway. I know the Elders wouldn’t grant my wish but I’m going to write it down anyway, just to get it out of my system. My wish sounds so simple, a full, uninterrupted 24 hours with her. She is the woman I always have loved and always will love, Piper Haliwell.
I remember the first time I saw Piper. We ‘bumped into’ each other on the day her Grams died. The Elders had already sent me down a couple of times but never told me why. All that I felt then was surprise & the tingle of the Elders call. She stayed in my mind, but I wasn’t ready to know why, then. It was a few days before she saw me again, and quite a while before she knew I was her Whitelighter; heck it was before she even knew she and her sisters Pru and Pheobe were witches, let alone that they were ‘The Charmed Ones”.
The Elders summoned me as the sisters stood beside their grandmother’s grave. They gave me my assignment, showed me the scene down below and I remember my heart leapt with the joy of recognising it’s soul-mate and wrenched with pity for her at the same time. (It wasn’t until I stood outside the Manor that stormy evening that the magnitude of being the Charmed Ones Whitelighter came home to me.) Just then my only thought was Piper. She stood, with Pru on one side of the casket Pheobe stood a few rows back in the crowd on the other. They didn’t even know they had been kept together for a reason yet. Having been shown my past lives when I became a Whitelighter I was desperate to go to her then but I couldn’t. Even if the Elders had allowed me to (which they never would have done), she still had too much to learn then, way too much to deal with.
Seeing any of my charges cry has always torn at me, but seeing Piper and the sisters cry is a physical hurt worse than the pain of any Darklighter’s arrow. I remember Piper having to physically support Pru to keep her on her feet. I had to turn away then. The Elders let me, they are never cruel for cruelty’s sake and anyway, I had preparation work to do.
I have never told any of the girls this, but I actually have fewer charges than other Whitelighters in order to watch over the world’s most powerful white witches as closely as the Elders feel is necessary. The Source knows that if the Power of Three is destroyed, then evil will take over. That cannot be allowed to happen! I know how the sisters would react to that if they ever found out; they’d freak. They’d freak both with anger & worry; I wouldn’t want to be an Elder then, that’s for sure!
One of my few other charges was Paige Matthews (the girl’s half-sister); all I knew though was that she was an orphaned young witch whose adopted parents had been killed in a car crash. There was something different about Paige though; she was my ‘unofficial charge’; the charge the spirit of Patty Haliwell (the girl’s mother) had begged me to watch over whenever I could spare the time. All I was told was that she didn’t know about her powers & I was to watch over her from a distance until she found out about them. I had my own ideas of why but my job is watching & guarding, not prying, & anyway, I never could refuse any reasonable Haliwell request! This might sound harsh, but it was actually quite a buzz to have someone the Elders didn’t know about! I was nervous about that but I was pretty sure that the Elders would be even angier if I refused to help the mother of The Charmed Ones! It was hard, just watching, because Paige had more than her share of troubles growing up, but I took comfort from the fact that, whatever she thought or felt, she was never actually alone. I surely learnt some of my most precious lessons about being a Whitelighter by only being able to observe Paige.
But back to the start of my tale; sent down posing as a handy-man working at the Manor, I was hyper-aware not only of the sisters, but also of where I was. Haliwell Manor is the most beautiful house I’ve ever seen. I could feel the powerful white magic as soon as I walked through the door; I had to fight like crazy to keep myself from orbing into the attic & taking a peek at the famous Book of Shadows. When I think about it, it was actually a good thing I was so distracted by Piper’s beauty! There’s one thing about my days as a handyman that still makes me squirm with embarrassment; Pheobe & Piper fighting to try & impress me! I probably should have told Pheobe then that Piper was the girl for me but before I could find the words to do it without giving myself away, Pheobe saw me change a light-bulb the ‘Whitelighter Way’ & chaos broke out.
(Ok, so, here goes; be honest nicely please )
A Wish For A Whitelighter
Everyone gets to make a wish on their birthday, right? Well, if I were still mortal, today would have been my birthday, so I going to make my wish anyway. I know the Elders wouldn’t grant my wish but I’m going to write it down anyway, just to get it out of my system. My wish sounds so simple, a full, uninterrupted 24 hours with her. She is the woman I always have loved and always will love, Piper Haliwell.
I remember the first time I saw Piper. We ‘bumped into’ each other on the day her Grams died. The Elders had already sent me down a couple of times but never told me why. All that I felt then was surprise & the tingle of the Elders call. She stayed in my mind, but I wasn’t ready to know why, then. It was a few days before she saw me again, and quite a while before she knew I was her Whitelighter; heck it was before she even knew she and her sisters Pru and Pheobe were witches, let alone that they were ‘The Charmed Ones”.
The Elders summoned me as the sisters stood beside their grandmother’s grave. They gave me my assignment, showed me the scene down below and I remember my heart leapt with the joy of recognising it’s soul-mate and wrenched with pity for her at the same time. (It wasn’t until I stood outside the Manor that stormy evening that the magnitude of being the Charmed Ones Whitelighter came home to me.) Just then my only thought was Piper. She stood, with Pru on one side of the casket Pheobe stood a few rows back in the crowd on the other. They didn’t even know they had been kept together for a reason yet. Having been shown my past lives when I became a Whitelighter I was desperate to go to her then but I couldn’t. Even if the Elders had allowed me to (which they never would have done), she still had too much to learn then, way too much to deal with.
Seeing any of my charges cry has always torn at me, but seeing Piper and the sisters cry is a physical hurt worse than the pain of any Darklighter’s arrow. I remember Piper having to physically support Pru to keep her on her feet. I had to turn away then. The Elders let me, they are never cruel for cruelty’s sake and anyway, I had preparation work to do.
I have never told any of the girls this, but I actually have fewer charges than other Whitelighters in order to watch over the world’s most powerful white witches as closely as the Elders feel is necessary. The Source knows that if the Power of Three is destroyed, then evil will take over. That cannot be allowed to happen! I know how the sisters would react to that if they ever found out; they’d freak. They’d freak both with anger & worry; I wouldn’t want to be an Elder then, that’s for sure!
One of my few other charges was Paige Matthews (the girl’s half-sister); all I knew though was that she was an orphaned young witch whose adopted parents had been killed in a car crash. There was something different about Paige though; she was my ‘unofficial charge’; the charge the spirit of Patty Haliwell (the girl’s mother) had begged me to watch over whenever I could spare the time. All I was told was that she didn’t know about her powers & I was to watch over her from a distance until she found out about them. I had my own ideas of why but my job is watching & guarding, not prying, & anyway, I never could refuse any reasonable Haliwell request! This might sound harsh, but it was actually quite a buzz to have someone the Elders didn’t know about! I was nervous about that but I was pretty sure that the Elders would be even angier if I refused to help the mother of The Charmed Ones! It was hard, just watching, because Paige had more than her share of troubles growing up, but I took comfort from the fact that, whatever she thought or felt, she was never actually alone. I surely learnt some of my most precious lessons about being a Whitelighter by only being able to observe Paige.
But back to the start of my tale; sent down posing as a handy-man working at the Manor, I was hyper-aware not only of the sisters, but also of where I was. Haliwell Manor is the most beautiful house I’ve ever seen. I could feel the powerful white magic as soon as I walked through the door; I had to fight like crazy to keep myself from orbing into the attic & taking a peek at the famous Book of Shadows. When I think about it, it was actually a good thing I was so distracted by Piper’s beauty! There’s one thing about my days as a handyman that still makes me squirm with embarrassment; Pheobe & Piper fighting to try & impress me! I probably should have told Pheobe then that Piper was the girl for me but before I could find the words to do it without giving myself away, Pheobe saw me change a light-bulb the ‘Whitelighter Way’ & chaos broke out.