I do not own Charmed

This is the sequel to The Perry's. You can't read this and understand it without reading The Perry's first! Got it? I mean, I guess you could read this and not know what's going on, but heck! It's your choice!


"No! I don't want her alive, kill her!" a teen demanded

"But my Lord-" a demon started but the boy threw out his hands and lighting bolts came out and vanquished him.

"I guess I'll just have to do it myself." the teen said, as he got up from his throne and walked over to a women chained up to a wall.

"You wouldn't kill me...I...your father loves me."

"Too bad he's not here now is he?"

"Chris...your good."

"Shut up Lizzie. You're really getting on my nerves...and my dad only needs me. I'm his son, we've been fine for the last 10 years, just me and him, father and son...no Lizzie needed." Chris snarled, he hates Lizzie! Yet, his father decided to propose! NO fucking way THAT gonna happen!

"Chris...I know you may not like me that much, but would you actually kill me?" she asked

"Hmmm...yeah." Chris said nodding and he threw a fire ball-

13 year old Chris Halliwell sat up in his bed, panting and sweating. His door opened a sleepy Wyatt appeared.

"You okay?" Wyatt asked, stiffling a yawn.

"Yeah dad...I'm fine." he said, lying back down.

"You sure? I could hear you screaming from my room." Wyatt said

"Dad! I'm fine!" Chris snarled

"Don't talk to me like that Christopher." Wyatt said in the parental voice.

"Sorry, I just...I'm fine okay? It was just your average nightmare." he lied

"Okay." Wyatt said, "Good night."

"'Night." Chris said, and Wyatt shut the door and walked back to his room.

Chris sighed and rolled on his back, wide awake. That was odd. Sure he hates Lizzie, but he'd never kill her...would he?

"No." Chris said firmly. He'd never kill someone, especially not if it's his dad's fiancée.

Yep. Wyatt popped the question after 4 months of dating, she said yes, Chris threw a temper tanturm later that night and destroyed his room. Thank god for magic. Lizzie lives here now and Chris just can't get comfortable in his own house anymore, he has no sanctuary...well...his bedroom, luckily Lizzie is avoding his room for renovation. Yeah! She's re painting and designing, and Piper, Phoebe, and Paige are allowing here too.

Wyatt isn't so comfortable with it, but he's allowing it.

Lizzie knows about magic, and has tried to get involved a lot! Chris has just about had it with her.


Chris walked downstairs the next morning, nice and awake. He cast a spell so he could get some sleep.

He instantly heard Lizzie talking.

"I don't know Wyatt, what do you think? This blue or this purple?" she asked

"Ummmm...I don't know." Wyatt said, and Chris stuck his head in the room and he saw Lizzie looking at 'the wall'. It's the wall where his dad measure him year of his life since he was like 4. His dad was going to paint over it! He said he'd never do that, that it was to precious to him, for him to be able to see his favorite son getting bigger and bigger.

Chris just sighed softly, but Lizzie and Wyatt looked at him.

"Hey kiddo." Wyatt said with a soft smile.

"Hi." he said

"Are you just going to stand there or do we get hugs?" Lizzie asked with a smile.

"I think I'm good right here." Chris slowly walked over and hugged Lizzie, with a grimace. Then after almost 5 hours she pulled back.

"What are you painting?" Chris asked, playing dumb.

"This wall. It's just so plain." Lizzie said

"Oh." Chris said, crossing his arms over his chest lazily and he slumped slightly. "Don't let me inturrupt." and he walked out of the room.


Chris was totally zoned out in class. Which is very bad since today their making potions. He attends Magic School now, Lizzie's idea. She said he'd be safer there with all his powers and demons. His dad agreed and they didn't bother to ask Chris what he wanted.

"Christopher!" Mr.Dawson yelled hitting the counter right in front of him and Chris accidently dropped in too much of an ingrediant and it exploded and Chris fell back with his feet in the air. Then he coughed and groaned.

"Mr.Halliwell, get up." he said, and Chris got up.

"Yes sir?"

"I'd like it if you payed attention for once in my class. Maybe things like this wouldn't happen."

"Well sir, if you didn't hit the desk I never would have added to much of the stuff, therefore. No explosion." Chris replied and some people sniggered.

"Office." he said, and Chris sighed and grabbed his bag, slung it over his shoulder and left the room. He slowly walked down the hall and into the office and he sat down.

"What'd you do now Christopher?" Gideon asked, he's the headmaster. (AN: I figure that since s6 never happened, Gideon is okay, even though I do hate him. Oh well!!)

"Nothing." Chris said

"What professor did you have?" he asked

"Mr.Dawson."

"Oh. I'll be back then." and he left the office. He retured a minute later and escourted Chris into his office.

"Sit." he said, as he sat down, and Chris sighed through his nose before he sat down.

"So. You blew up a potion and backtalked a teacher?" Gideon asked

"It's not that bad, and I wasn't trying to be disrecpectful...just honest." Chris said

"You know Christopher as the son of the Twice Blessed, I expect you to behave and blah blah blah blah! Yada yada yada...I'm wearing ladies underware and it's a thong! Understand?" Gideon asked and Chris snapped out of his daze.

"Yes sir." Chris said

"Good. Get back to class and I hope I don't see you unless it's for a good reason." Gideon said and Chris nodded and left the office.

He hates being judged as the son of the Twice Blessed. It sucks! Everyone thinks he's such a friggin angel, well he's not and he wishes people would just get over it.

Lunch Time

Chris walked to the very back of the cafeteria and sat by himself. He has no friends here, just aquantinces. Everyone hates him 'cause he's so powerful and comes from a "special" family. He'd hapily trade with them.

"Halliwell! Get up from our table." Luke West demanded

"Your table? Last I checked I was sitting here." Chris retorted

"Get up or we'll beat you up." Thomas Edwards said

"Beat me up then." Chris sighed and Thomas grabbed his shirt and pulled him up and punched him. Chris lunged at him and punched him 3 times, before Luke joined in and it was a huge fight. Within 5 seconds professors broke them apart. Chris had a burn on his arm in the shape of a hand. Luke. He's a pyro, like Chris. Chris just used telekinesis to kick their butts.

"Office!" a professor bellowed, dragging them there.

"Christopher. Come in." Gideon said and Chris closed his eyes momentairly then walked in and softly shut the door. He sat down when Gideon made the guesture.

"So. What happened?" he asked

"Nothing, we just had a little disagreement, that's all."

"Well, you're suspended for 2 weeks. I'll call your father, go out there." and Chris did. "Wyatt!"

Wyatt orbed in.

"Yeah?" he asked

"I'm afraid I have to suspend Christopher for 2 weeks."

"What? What'd he do?" Wyatt asked

"He was in a fight, from what I heard from the other boys, he started."

"Okay. Thanks." and then he left the room and gave Chris a murderious glare.

"Come on Christopher." and he held out his hand.

"I can orb too."

"I know, I just wanna make sure you make it." and he gripped Chris's arm and orbed them home. He pushed Chris on the couch.

"What were you thinking!? You know better then that!" Wyatt roared and everyone came running in.

"I didn't start it! Those friggin jerks did!" Chris screamed back.

"Well Gideon said your the one who started it and I believe him! You've been misbehaving a lot lately!" Wyatt shouted

Chris stayed quiet.

"Just...go to your room. I'll call you down for supper." Wyatt sighed and Chris walked up to his room but Wyatt grabbed his arm.

"What?" Chris asked softly.

"You're hurt." Wyatt said, and he healed the mark then he sent Chris up to his room.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY ROOM!?" his voice rang out a minute later and he came running down the stairs. He gave Lizzie a death glare. "I told you to stay away from my room! It's my room! Not yours!"

"Chris-"

"No! I've put up with you painting all the rooms, changing the food, giving me a fucking bed time, helping with the cleaning, everything! But NEVER touch MY room! Got it!?" Chris screamed

"Sorry. I just thought you need something new." Lizzie said

"I have enough new in my life thanks." Chris snarled before he stormed up the stairs, leaving everyone speechless.


Chris slammed his door shut and looked around his room. It had light yellow walls, white rugs, white covers on his bed, his deck was changed, no more posters up on the walls, none of his drawlings. It's not his room anymore. Now nothing in the manor is his.

He sighed and sat on his bed. He knew he went overboard, but god! It's his room! They should have asked him! He layed down and buried his face in his pillow.

A while later he heard a soft knock on his door. He stayed quiet, he knew it was his dad, but he could care less. Right now he actually wanted to go with Bianca. He's completely ignored her for like the last 5 months.

"Chris?" his door cracked open and Wyatt walked over and sat next to him on his bed and rubbed his back. "I'm sorry Chris. I know re-doing your room was crossing the line."

"Yeah, it was." Chris said turning his head to look at his dad.

"Chris...I want you to be honest okay?" Wyatt asked

"Uhh okay." Chris said

"You don't like Lizzie do you?" Wyatt asked

"Not really." Chris said after a minute, and then he scooted over and Wyatt sat on the bed with his back against the head board.

"Then why would you lie and say you do?" Wyatt asked, rubbing little circles on Chris's back, keeping him relaxed.

"I don' know...I guess...I didn't want to hurt you I guess." Chris said

"So you kept secret the fact that you hate my fiancée because you didn't want to hurt me?" Wyatt asked, and Chris nodded. "You do realize that she'll be your mom in a few weeks right?"

Chris was silent, then he talked.

"Yeah...I just figured I'd find some way to deal with it." Chris said

"Well, I think we can use magic to change your room right back to the way you like it." Wyatt said and Chris smiled and the room changed back to dark blue walls, posters appeared, his desk was messy. It was comfortable and lived in.

"So." Wyatt said turning on his side slightly. "What happened at school?"

Chris tensed and Wyatt felt it.

"What? You can tell me kiddo. I'm your dad, that's what I'm here for." Wyatt said

"All the kids at magic school hate me." Chris started

"What? Why?"

"I'm the son of the Twice Blessed." Chris said, "They think I'm so powerful and special and stuck up. It just annoys me. Along with everyone thinking I'm just so nice and good and never do wrong because of who you are."

"You mean having a kid at 16?" Wyatt asked and Chris smiled slightly.

"Other then that. I mean, you were captain of the football team, a powerful witch, honor roll student...I'm just...Chris." he sighed

"Yeah right! From what I can tell your a hottie, judging by your phone bill." Wyatt said raising an eyebrow.

"I love you." Chris said with smile.

"You better." Wyatt chuckled, "And anyways, everyone loves you!"

Chris snorted.

"Did you not hear me? Everyone in magic school hates me. Especially Prue, Penny, Pearl, and Phyra."

"Forget them." Wyatt said, "No offense but their stuck up."

"I'm so telling aunt Mel you said that."

"You do and you lose your phone." Wyatt said

"Did I say I was going to tell her? I meant it's just going to stay between us. Right dad?" Chris asked and Wyatt smirked.

"Right, anyways. Go on kiddo." Wyatt said

"Oh right." Chris said, and he closed his eyes and gave his dad a vision of what happened.

"You provoked them?"

"I can't help it. It's in my nature." Chris said

"It is isn't it?" Wyatt asked

"Yeah."

"Fine, this time I'll let you off the hook. Only this once." Wyatt said

"Thanks dad." and he hugged him.

"Now, I better go get started on supper. I was thinking simple pizza with extra cheese, bacon on top with root beer and for desert, chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. What do you think?" Wyatt asked with a smile.

"Your the best dad in the world." Chris said, serisouly.

"Thanks baby boy. That means a lot." Wyatt smiled and he kissed his head, then he got up and left the room. For once, Chris didn't mind his dad calling him that, he kinda liked it. He missed it actually.

Chris POV-

Okay, now I remember why I love my dad. He's just so easy to talk to and understand me and what I'm going through. I guess he's not that bad...along with everyone else. Except Lizzie, but dad likes her so she has to be some what cool...right? Yeah, dad's a good judge. I think he knows what he's doing...I hope he does atleast.


Your thoughts?

I finally posted it! Who hoo! Well, I finally decided to write it. I should have another chapter up soon.

What do you think about the who father son moment? I'm proud of it.