Mel wasn't a natural whitelighter. She could admit it! Hell, she would be the first to admit it, actually. She had wished for the powers of a whitelighter. She was the lucky sibling that had gotten stuck with being just a witch. She hadn't been special like her brothers or some of her cousins. Growing up that had really bothered her. She had been jealous, now she would be one of the first people to admit that fact. Back then she had refused to actually admit that. She had just pouted, been a brat, sulked, and acted out. Y'know the normal shit that teenagers do! She had been a big pain in her parents' and her brothers' asses. She felt bad for that now, but part of that reasoning was because she couldn't see any of them now. The othe rpart of that had been Patrick. He reminded her so much of herself in some ways. The other part, the stuff she didn't recognize, she had automatically assumed Adam. What else was she supposed to assume, he was the father, of course. Ever since Patrick had sown up, and then left, Mel had been thinking about a lot of things. Of course there were interludes to bitch about and at Cole, but there had been a lot of thinking too.
The youngest of Piper's children was happy in Lawrence. Many people weren't happy once brought here, but that wasn't the case for Mel. She'd made friends. She'd even found and made a family here. It was no substitute for the one that she was born into, though. She and never missed them when she had been home and been avoiding them, and now she missed them all the time. She even missed the way that her brothers fretted over everything and tried to boss her around. That one she probably wouldn't admit out loud, but to herself....she could admit it. She missed the way they got in her business and everything.
Mel missed having a large family. She could remember the family dinners that she had bitched about. She could remember all of it...fondly now. Sighing, Mel hurled the garbage back into the dumpster and then brushed her hands off. It was as she was doing that and moving to step back inside that something....strange happened.
Jingle. Jingle.Jingle.Jingle.Jingle.
She heard jingling. It wasn't something she really heard much. She didn't have charges. She may not have been a natural whitelighter, but she had heard her brothers and others talk about the jingling enough to know what it meant. Who was the charge? She couldn't even tell at the moment, really. Mel looked around to make sure that she was well hidden in the alleyway and once she was sure she focused on the jingling, on the person who obviously needed her. And then she disappeared in the customary blue and white orbs.
The young woman reappeared a moment later, her jaw dropping to the ground (practically). The man lying on the ground.....wasn't a stranger and wasn't someone she knew from being in Lawrence. That was her brother, bleeding everywhere. "Chris!" Mel couldn't help but stare for at least half a second before she dropped down to her knees next to him. "Shit..." She couldn't help but be a tad bit frazzled. She'd been thinking of her family so much lately....she never thought she'd see them. This was probably the cruelest way ever to bring someone in too. "You'll be okay." Mel was a calm person, mostly. Seeing her brother bleeding so badly...was on part with seeing Adam's dead body torn apart actually.
Her hands shook, but she brought them just above him. It took her a good few moments in order to focus, her eyes burning with emotion, but she didn't leak any tears. Sucking in a breath, Mel found the strength and a second later her hands began to glow with that pure, healing light that whitelighters were known for. She focused on that rather than talking, wanting her brother to be okay. After he was healed they could talk. And she could hug the shit out of him.