Even Angels Fall

Chapter 1 - The Bitch of Living

God, I dreamed there was an angel
Who could hear me through the wall
As I cried out, like, in Latin "This is so not life at all
Help me out, out of this nightmare."
Then I heard her silver call
She said, "Just give it time, kid. I come to one and all."

She said, "Give me that hand, please, and the itch you can't control.
Let me teach you how to handle all the sadness in your soul.
Oh, we'll work that silver magic,
Then we'll aim it all the wall."
She said, "Love may make you blind, kid, but I wouldn't mind at all."
(Spring Awakening)

"Good Morning!" I said as I walked into the Halliwell Manor. I smirked as I heard Wyatt groan.

"How can you be happy when it's this early in the morning?" Wyatt said as he laid his head on the kitchen table sounding wicked exhausted.

"I'm just happy the whitelighter I never wanted didn't show up this morning. So for me it's a good day. And it's eight in the morning, suck it up." I grinned and he turned his head to the side and faced me with a tired grin on his face with his eyes closed.

"Nope," he replied. "Too early." He pulled me down into his lap from where he sat at the kitchen table. Piper walked into the kitchen and shook her head at Wyatt as he leaned his head on my shoulder.

"Still not using your magic, sweetie?" I heard Piper say as she poured herself some coffee.

"Mmm, Mom can I have some of that," Wyatt said and she poured him a cup and soon after it orbed into his hand with a swirl of white lights.

"Wyatt!" Piper scolded and he just smirked and took a sip of his coffee and winked at me. I just shook my head.

I looked at Piper from where she leaned on the counter with a small grimace on her face. "Piper is it considered murder if you kill someone's who's already dead?" I asked her and she choked on her coffee and laughed.

"Kyle can't be that bad." Piper said.

Kyle is my whitelighter and been trying relentlessly to get me back into practicing my magic. I started out being polite and saying it wasn't gonna happen. But he just won't leave it.

"If I hear one more word about how I should be learning to exercise my powers in my years of adolescence I am gonna kick his whitelighter butt so bad the elders won't send him or anyone else again. Couldn't you put in a good word...please?"

"My word doesn't have much weight up there, honey. Despite all I've done." Piper said.

"I don't see why Dad has that Kyle dude as Millie's whitelighter when I'm more than capable to help her." Wyatt said with a suggestive smile.

I smacked his arm, "Oh you wouldn't want me to be your charge. I'm considering blowing him into the next century." I said with a scowl on my face.

Wyatt smirked. "Oh, I definitely wanna be your whitelighter now, Mills."

I smacked his arm harder this time. "You jerk! That's not what I meant and you know it!"

I was about to hop off his lap but he had one of his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and wouldn't let go. "Let go, Wyatt." I whined.

"Never gonna let go." He teased. "You can't make me." There was a devious twinkle in his eyes.

"Please don't," I warned and he just shook his head with that look on his face and evil grin on his face and started tickling me. It was hardly fair since he was well wicked tall and strong and I was short and not as strong as him.

I tried to pry his fingers away. But I couldn't and lucky me he who knew most of my really ticklish spots. "Wyatt! Stoooooooooooooooop!" I said through my paroxysms of giggles.

"Make me," he said in a sing-song voice.

"Noooooooo, ju-just stop!" I said. My sides hurting from laughing so hard. "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!"

"Uh ah." Wyatt said tickling me.

I heard someone running down the stairs and saw a disheveled Chris. "Oh, it's just Millie. Isn't it too early for this?" Chris said with a yawn.

"Chris, help!" I said laughing so hard.

"Don't even think about it Chrissy." Wyatt threatened darkly and Chris just shrugged.

"Yes Mr. Twice-Blessed." Chris jeered.

Wyatt looked down at me, "What'll you give me to stop?" He asked with a grin.

"Anything," I said breathily.

"Okay, I'll stop." Wyatt said and he wrapped his arms around my small waist.

Piper had a hand over her mouth and was laughing lightly and then looked at her younger son. "Want some breakfast, honey?" She asked and smoothed back his unruly hair.

"Mhm." He mumbled nodding his head.

"You two are going to have breakfast, too." Piper told us and I just smiled.

"Thanks for asking, Mom. I would love some, thanks. What about you, Mills?" Wyatt said being heavily sarcastic.

"Yeah, sounds good." I said genuinely and smiled at Piper.

"See a mother always knows." Piper quipped. She brought over some fruit salad, bagels, and muffins.

"I am so gonna get fat from eating here all the time." I said.

"Stop being overdramatic, Millie. And Wyatt let go of her and eat." Piper said in her mothering tone.

"I'm comfortable like this." He said with a smirk.

Piper gave Wyatt the look and he rolled his eyes. "Okay fine." He shifted me from his lap to the chair beside him.

I had a bit of fruit salad and picked at the top of a muffin and I was full. "So what are you gonna do for me?" Wyatt said and I looked up into his blue eyes that were dancing with mine mischievously.

I was a little scared with what he was gonna think up. Wyatt and I have been playfully flirting for a year. You could say we're unofficially dating since his fifteenth birthday – on February second – when he kissed me. And then when he kissed me again on my fourteenth birthday – on February fourteenth – on Valentines Day.

Those were the only two times we kissed. But whenever any other guy is remotely interested in me, Wyatt has a tendency to scare them away. I have no idea how he finds out these things since I got to regular high school and he goes to magic school, but he fairs pretty well.

I don't find it annoying. I like it actually and then there is our morning ritual. Which is basically this, but he doesn't always tickle me until I think my sides are splitting.

He snapped his fingers a grin on his face. "You use your powers again!"

"Ugh, why can't you be like any other guy and just say 'kiss me'?" I groaned.

"I'm not any other guy, but if you wanna kiss me feel free, Mills." I covered my face with my hand.

"Do I have to," I asked pathetically. I loved my magic I just feel guilty since I couldn't help my dad.

"Mills, I know you want to." Wyatt said pulling my hands from my face and smiling sweetly.

I rolled my eyes. "Nothing big though. Anything I use is gonna be parlor tricks to me compared to how far my power can flex."

"Will you consider Magic School, Babe?" Wyatt asked with big puppy dog eyes.

"I'll consider it." I said giving in slightly and his bright happiness on his face could have rivaled a thousand watt light bulb.

"Oh!" I said just remembering something important that was happening today I was practically bouncing with excitement. "Wyatt, are you coming to the soccer game today?"

I bit my bottom lip and looked at Wyatt with big brown puppy dog eyes. "Please," I asked innocently.

"Well…" He was trying to play it off as he was actually thinking about it and I wasn't going to drag him along even though I'm five feet and he's six feet. I may be small, I'm not weak by any means.

I turned to the still very sleepy Chris since he wasn't here when I got Wyatt to actually wake up. I'm just a big bowl of energy right now. I smiled then glanced back at Wyatt.

"Chris and I are gonna play today. And I promise I'll make all my goals for you." I bit down on my bottom lip playfully and quirked a brow waiting for his reply.

"Good Morning, everyone!" Little ten year old Melinda walked into the kitchen. She was awake and full of energy.

"Hi, Millie!" She said her blue eyes like Wyatt's sparkled with happiness.

"Hey, Mellie! C'mere." I said and opened my arms and pulled her into a hug and onto my lap. I bent an whispered into her ear, "Can you ask Wyatt if he'll come to the soccer game you remember, right?"

She nodded her chocolate brown curls bounced and she had a smile on her cherubic face. Her blue eyes sparkled and she hopped off my lap and walked over to Wyatt and took his big and in her little ones and he looked down at her with suspicion.

"Will you come to the soccer game, puh-leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease, my coolest big big brother?" She looked up at him with big blue eyes and her bottom lip jutted out.

"How can I say no now, Mellie?" He said with a grin and poked her in the side and she giggled.

"How about that magic now?" Wyatt asked with laughter in his eyes.

I saw a bowl filled with apples, oranges, and bananas. I twitched my forefinger a bit and an apple flew into my grasp.

I tilted my head to the side and placed the apple on the table, "Happy?" I asked.

"Telekinesis is just a parlor trick compared to what you can really do?" He asked with a brow cocked.

"I've got weird odds and ends that together make a damn good combination." I said.

"Language!" Piper called from another room.

"Sorry." I said.

—

Soccer Game

I was running my hair was coming loose from my pony tail and sweat coated me. My lungs were burning, but it didn't bother me so much. My muscles were sore but I didn't care.

It didn't help that I was on a co-ed team and half the guys that were on my team and the other were about a half of a foot to a foot taller than me. And our opposing saw too it that I was taken down a more than a few times. Since I was not only good, but I was the captain of my team.

The game was almost over. I saw Chris got a hold on the ball and kicked it into our opponent's goal and I jumped up and down and ran to Chris and hugged the younger, yet taller boy – tell me how is that fair. I'm stuck at this size for the rest of my life and he hasn't even finished growing yet!

Ugh, I don't care right now! We won!

"Chris, you did it!" I screamed and squeezed him to me.

"C'mon, let's go see what everyone!" The rest of the team was praising Chris for winning us the close game. I scored nine goals individually and the score at the end was sixteen to fifteen.

I ran up to Wyatt and jumped into his waiting arms and lifted me and spun me around and I laughed. "Did you see that! It was so amazing Wyatt!" I said when he finally stood still but my legs were still wrapped around his waist and he held me up.

"Saw it all, babe." He said smiling down at sweat drenched me.

I cleared my throat we were so close and you could cut the tension between us with a knife. He grinned and leaned into me. "I'm all sweaty." I said wrinkling my nose.

"I don't care." He said in a low voice and leaned in all the way and kissed me. Only this wasn't a short kiss like the two times. This was a kiss that blew my mind.

The kiss started out sweet and smooth, then got hot really fast. His tongue pried my lips open and worked its way into my mouth. It felt so good but it was over soon. And he set me down on my two feet and gave me a wink.

A glanced around and saw that I caught most of the eyes of the boys on my soccer team. Oh, he is so sneaky. He brushed off the guys without even being intimidating and got to kiss me like that. He is so bad.

"Guy's gotta do something when a whole team of guys got their eye on their very sexy captain." Wyatt said and I looked up into his eyes.

"Is Dad here?" I heard Chris ask Piper.

"He couldn't make it, sweetie." She replied sadly.

"Oh, okay." Chris said sadly.

"Hey, Chris! You did great, hon!" I said with bright smile and ran over to him where he was not far from Wyatt and hugged him tightly. "I'm sure he just got really tied up with all that elder stuff, smile Chris you just won us a very important game." I whispered to him and then pulled back and smiled and then made my way to Wyatt who wrapped one arm around my waist.

"Yeah, you did good Chris." Wyatt said absently. He didn't sound like he really meant it. I elbowed Wyatt in the ribs and he just shrugged. Chris, Mellie, and Piper headed for the parking lot.

"Mom, me and Mills are gonna take an alternate way home." Wyatt called to her.

"Wyatt, why don't you just com—" Piper started but Wyatt shook his head and cut her off.

"We'll be fine, Mom." He said and we walked in the opposite direction, away from the parking lot and into the thick trees. Wyatt pulled me in to the shadow of the trees to the point no one could see us.

—

I looked up into his blue eyes and then he orbed and within seconds we were standing in my living room. "So where's your aunt?" Wyatt asked absently.

"Uh, she's out of town for a couple weeks visiting my Mom. She wanted to see how she was holding up. She's also trying to convince her to move back to San Francisco." I pulled off my cleats and brought them into the laundry room with me where I pealed off my soccer jersey. I was left in my short black shorts and a white spaghetti strap tank top and my knee high socks.

"Is this you?" Wyatt asked when I came into the living room looking at some pictures that Auntie Les had of me. "Yeah, that was my seventh birthday. My friend Ryan pushed me into my cake, but I smeared chocolate frosting all over his white button up shirt. That's why, even though I was covered in chocolate cake and frosting I was smiling. Oh, his mom was so mad at him." I laughed as I looked at the picture of my bright little smile while my face was masked with chocolate.

Wyatt turned around facing me and smirked. "Wyatt can I trust you down here for ten minutes? I really wanna wash this sweat off, I feel so gross."

"You can always trust me, babe. I'm hurt." Wyatt said innocently.

"Uh huh." I said loud enough so he could hear it as I ran up the stairs. I took a quick shower scrubbing off the sweat and washing my long hair really quick. I wrapped myself in a towel and ran my room and threw on a pair of cut off shorts and light blue button up shirt with green vertical stripes over my white bra. I quickly towel dried my hair letting my hair dry in its natural curls. I threw some make-up on my face and ran barefoot down the stairs.

Wyatt was looking at a photo album that Auntie left out to humiliate me since she doesn't have any kids yet and I'm her niece who she loves very much she takes a million pictures. Just more to embarrass me. Ugh, I'm stealing her camera and keeping it under lock and key.

I snatched the album from his hands and slammed in shut and shoved it into a drawer in the coffee table.

"Yeah I can trust you." I said sarcastically, yet playfully and put my hands on my hips.

"You can Mills." He said and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed my nose and I giggled.

"Sure I can," I said sarcastically.

"Mhm," he mumbled against my skin as he kisses my jaw then my neck and I gasped. Oh gosh, that felt good. I felt him smile against my skin and continue kissing me there, then he kissed his way up again and kissed my on the lips like he had at the field. He moved backward so he settled into the couch and I ended up straddling his hips.

Our kissing continued and his shirt was off, my left hand rested on his bare chest while my other hand was twined into his blond curls. My shirt hung open I could tell there was no sign of stopping. Though I didn't want to I pulled away. I'm not ready. I'm not ready for this yet.

"Wyatt…I don't think we should do this right now." I said uncertainly.

"Why?" He asked a bit put off. "We have feelings for each other and it's not like we're complete strangers. I'm falling in love with you Mills can't you see that?" Wyatt said frustrated.

"I…Wyatt just not now." I said softly.

"Then when?" He asked getting angry. "This seems like a good time to me." Wyatt said anger in his voice.

I looked up into his blue eyes and arched an eyebrow. "I don't know when, Wyatt." I said annoyed and angry now. I pushed his hands from my hips and slid off his lap. I got off the couch and threw Wyatt his shirt and began buttoning up my shirt.

"What's with you?" Wyatt asked insensitively.

"I want you to leave now, Wyatt." I pulled him up off the couch.

"Millie…" Wyatt said.

"Get Out." I said with finality and pushed him out the front door and slammed it.

I leaned my back against the door and slid down it and pulled my knees to my chest and rested my head on them as tears leaked out of my eyes and I sobbed.

I wiped off my eyes and walked into our back yard and sat on the steps and glared at Auntie Les's potted purple petunias and they set fire.

I gasped. That hasn't happened in so long. "Shit, shit, shit." I cursed and ran into the house and got a cup of water and put out the fire. As if things aren't bad enough what just happen, but now because I can't keep my emotions in check thinks start going up in flames…literally.

I'm a fire starter – among other things – but I can't snuff the fire on my own and everything just gets destroyed. Story of my life.