On Top of the World

Disclaimer: Leo, Piper, and their world belong to Constance M. Burge, Brad Kern, and Spelling Entertainment.

Author's Note: Written for Necia for her birthday. Set at the end of the second season

"Piper, please come out and talk to me. I said I was sorry." Leo Wyatt leaned against the closed door, resisting the urge to orb in on his girlfriend.

"No," she curtly replied.

"Can't we talk about this?"


Leo sighed as his forehead touched the door. He hadn't meant to make Piper mad; it had simply happened. Sometimes he didn't think before he spoke.

They had finished breakfast in the kitchen when Piper asked what it was like to orb.

"It's kind of like an instant tingly feeling, and then you're at the place you want to be," he had explained.

Piper propped her chin with her hand. "Could you show me?"

Leo felt his eyes widen. A nervous feeling clutched at his gut. "I don't think we should chance it. You know the Elders are keeping a close eye on us."

Piper's brown eyes had darkened. "I don't think they'll notice."

"They might."

The argument had escalated until Piper stormed up to her room. Leo followed her only to have the door slammed in his face.

Leo was torn. On one hand, he would do anything to make Piper happy. He loved nothing more than to see her eyes light up when she smiled. But too much had happened between them. First, he couldn't tell her he was a Whitelighter. Then came Dan, and the horrible surge of jealousy he had felt. Finally, Piper had nearly died and Leo intervened at the expense of his wings. He had recently gotten them back, and he didn't want to chance losing them again. His powers were the only way he could keep Piper and her sisters safe.

He hated to see Piper upset, though. He knew she felt closed off from the Whitelighter part of him, but he didn't know how to correct it. What to do? What to do? He looked heavenward. ‘Well, if they take my powers, they take my powers,' he thought. Piper's happiness mattered more to him than anything else in the world.

Leo knocked on the door. "Piper, I'm coming in." He didn't wait for her to answer. Blue lights surrounded him. When they cleared, he stood in the middle of Piper's bedroom with a very irate Piper glaring at him.

"How dare you orb in here without asking? That's not fair!" she said.

He took her hand. "I want you to close your eyes."

"No. I'm still mad at you, remember?" She tried to free her hand.

"Please. I've got a surprise for you."

Piper lifted an eyebrow. "You do?"


She sighed. "Fine." She closed her eyes. "Let's get this over with."

Leo pulled her into his arms and let the blue lights do their work. One minute they were in Piper's room; the next, standing on top of the world.

"Okay, open your eyes."

Piper did so and gasped at the sight. San Francisco and its bay lay at her feet. It spread out for miles and miles, a series of tall buildings. She looked down and saw tiny cars rush under her feet while tiny ships sailed across the bay. She raised her head to see the sun setting behind the city.

Her eyes met Leo's. "You brought me to the bridge?"

"Yeah." He grinned. The top of the Golden Gate Bridge was one of his favorite places. It was far enough away from civilization it was quiet, but close enough he could hear his charges.

He watched Piper close her eyes as the wind played with her long, dark hair.

"Are you still mad at me?" he asked.

Piper opened her eyes. "You're a very hard man to stay mad at, you know that?"

Leo shrugged. "I try."

Together, they looked out across the bay and the city to watch the sun sink behind the buildings. ‘Absolutely perfect,' Leo thought. His favorite spot and his favorite woman all in one place.


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