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“I’m putting together a care package for a friend of mine.  He’s planning on faking his death next year.  Like Gone Girl, but without framing anyone for his murder.”  He said with a shrug as if that was a totally normal thing to help someone with.  Maybe three passports would be better after all…

“What’cha reading?”  Gabriel tilted his head and took a step forward to get a better look.  

“Hmm, sounds like something a family member would try,” Wyatt shrugged.    Okay his family had to fake their deaths before because honestly he remembered vaguely about his mom with a different face, and his Dad, and his Aunts.    He knew why, the only way sometimes.   “Well best of luck to your friend then.” 

He was a bit amused.   “Tactics, teaching my defense students, creative ways to out think someone that might come after them.   And planning for my class’s annual prank war.    The other teachers don’t appreciate forward thinking students.”   Forward thinking right, Wyatt didn’t goad his students for the most successful pranks against teachers.   As long as the pranks weren’t lethal.

“Uh, no,” Merlin admitted, “no, I-I’m not really familiar with that term.” Whitelighter. He tried to think if he had heard it anywhere before–it sounded almost magical, but there was just no way Uther Pendragon had a new life as some sort of sorcerer. Right? “Your father–he’s, uh, he’s really got magic, then, I suppose?” Merlin huffed out a laugh, but there was hardly any humor in the sound. “Christ, that’s mad.”

“Whitelighters are people who have died but they were good people, teachers, leaders and became guardian angels.   They’re supposed to guide magicals and future Whitelighters.”   Wyatt explained.   “Dad said he didn’t have magic before but when he became a Whitelighter, he learned it”   He shrugged.

Wyatt raised eyebrows at him.   “Why is that mad?”

“Hey, that dragon was the one picking a fight with me!”  There’s a twinkle in her eye, and a grin on her face as she peeks out from behind the rock for another glimpse of the beast.  “It’s too bad about the eggs, but at least their mom didn’t ditch them.  Beautiful, isn’t she?” The words are barely out before the dragon moves and she’s ducking back again, taking no risks.  She would like to live to tell the tale of the first dragon sighting in forever.  

“Added a few–did you just say your father added a few spells to your clothes?” Merlin’s head started to spin, and he actually had to take half a step back, just to try and get his head around it. Uther Pendragon had used magic to protect his son. Uther Pendragon had wielded magic.

“You’re not–you’re not joking, right?” All right, so Merlin didn’t think so, not really, but it never hurt to be sure, did it? “You’re not messing with me?” And he didn’t want to touch on that whole when my parents meet you bit just yet–he had no intention to ever see Uther again, no matter what sort of new life he apparently lived now.

“Well yeah, he knows a lot of spells--Probably from him being so old.” Wyatt told him.   “He used to be a Whitelighter but gave that up for Mom and us.”     He tried to explain.  A thought occurred to him.   “You don’t know what a Whitelighter is, do you?”      Because he was pretty sure they never dealt with anything like that.

“And why would I mess with you?   You are proof I’m not going crazy that I can talk to someone about this because I certainly not telling my family.”    He didn’t want to even explain that Excalibur was in a stone in the attic until he was eighteen.

Alex looked at Wyatt and sighed. “I don’t know what to do about this, Wy. I honestly don’t. ”

“Probably not… ” Alex said to her brother as she looked at him. “Not that I would tell you… ”

Merlin didn’t know which bit of it all to pick out and focus on first–you look like you’re about twelve, and you’ve already stabbed a demonic sorcerer to death, wow, I suppose you really are Arthur, then, and also, you have Excalibur, where did you find Excalibur, did you find it in the lake, did Freya give it back to you, and who was Mordraught and it all just sort of–well, it all just sort of ran together, really.

“You need–” Merlin managed, finally, “you need a hell of a lot of protective spells on you, huh?”

Wyatt groaned, “You sound like my folks.   And they did try that.   Didn’t always work out.”    There were still loads of protective spell around the house because quite a few demons tried to come after him, Chris, and Melly.   It didn’t end well for them, because their parents usually killed said demons.

“Think my Dad added a few spells to my clothes,” he idly commented.   He remembered his Father and he couldn’t imagine his Dad anything like that.   His Dad was a healer by nature, he would never just commit genocide on people because he was an ass hole.

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:P  It’s true, Chris knows how to fight different situations.   You saw it during the whole time he was on Charmed.   He had a strong mind for battle.   That’s why Wyatt prefers to be on Chris’s side when it comes to Halliwell prank wars.