<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Time Skip</strong></span><br/>It's now 12:00 am the same night!</span></div><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/Leo_Future-1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Leo Wyatt<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Ex-Whitelighter/Mortal<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sun room/Conservatory<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Wyatt<br/><br/>Leo had been more than happy to help, when Wyatt, his eldest son, ha asked him to come over and watch over an injured boy.  When he had arrived, he had looked down on the passed out boy, barely out of his childhood, not entirely a man, and he had wished with a sudden passion that he was still a whitelighter.  His years as a mortal had been worth the sacrifice, when his wife, Piper, had been alive, and beside him.  But now, with her gone, and his children all but grown, he felt himself wishing he could go back to helping the innocent.  Of course, he had found his own satisfaction in teaching the new generations of Witches, but how much more easier would it be, if he could heal this boy, and help guide him onto the right path.  Whatever had happened to him, he needed help, and if sighed to himself, knowing that the extent of the help he could give was by watching over him.<br/><br/>It was only a few hours later, when he noticed the boy first start to stir.  It started with him thrashing around, and he had sat nearby, not wanting to get too close, in case he frightened the boy.  But when he had finally gained consciousness, he was on his feet slowly nearing the boy, but still keeping a respectable distance from him.<br/><br/>He watched as the kid rubbed at his eyes, winced, and slumped against the couch he had been laying on.  And than a moment later he was leaping up,  and panic filled eyes were darting around the room, before coming to rest on his own form, standing only a few steps away.  Leo, took a step back, wisely raising his hands in the air to show that he didn't have any weapons on him, and that he meant the boy no harm.  It was a few painfully awkward moments later, when Leo started to speak.<br/><br/>"<strong>Listen son, I'm...</strong>"  And that was as far as he got, before the boy took a step forward, his brows slamming down, causing his features to darken defiantly.<br/><br/>"I'm not your son!"  Leo took a deep breath, and swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth.<br/><br/>"<strong>Okay, okay.  But I don't know your name.  I'm not here to hurt you, I'm here to help.  My son and niece found you out in the alley behind P3, and brought you here.  You were in pretty bad shape, but you're safe here.</strong>"  His words came out gentle, but sure, and he watched as the boy seemed to rage a mental battle in his head.<br/><br/>"Nobody can help me, I...I should go."  Leo watched the boy take a hesitant step away, but Leo blocked his path, still holding his hands out in front of him.<br/><br/>"<strong>No, we can.  My son, my family, we're special, we can help you.  They'll protect you, you have to trust me.</strong>"  The battle raged again, but this time the boy didn't make a move to leave, he just dropped his head, his bangs sweeping down to hide his eyes.<br/><br/>"<strong>Look, why don't we just start with your name, and than we can go from there.</strong>"  He didn't expect the boy to comply, not so easily, but he was shocked when a shudder seemed to go through the kid and than he was sitting, his head in his hands as he tried to not sob.  Leo felt himself soften, it was obvious that this boy had gone through something traumatizing, and he was determined that he and his family would do everything they could, to save him.<br/><br/>"Caleb...my name is Caleb.  And so Leo made small talk, drawing out bits and pieces of the boys life, trying to stick to mundane topics, since the boy was obviously struggling to keep himself together.<br/><br/>It was a twenty minutes later, when he went to get Caleb some tea, that he called Wyatt.  Hoping that he could get a hold of his boy, so he could come home and talk to Caleb himself.  He listened to the call tone for a few moments before it went to voice mail.  He wasn't all that surprised, since he knew that the noise at P3 could get pretty loud, so he left a message, hoping that Wyatt would check his messages soon.<br/><br/>"<strong>Wyatt, the kid you wanted me to watch over just woke up.  I think you and a few of the others should get back down here, soon.</strong>"  After hanging up, he put the phone back on it's stand, and finished making some soothing chamomile tea.