Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed… Seriously, like this story would have ever happened on the show? Yeah… NO!
A/N: So, I have a few other stories to work on, but I sat down to write update them and this came out… Hope you like it! Tell me what you think, okay?
Set during the time Chris is in the Past. He is not Piper and Leo's son, but he is related to the Charmed Ones. Piper is pregnant with the daughter she saw when visiting the Future- Melinda Prudence Halliwell. Chris, his older brother Matt, and Grams cast a glamour spell on Chris to make him appear twenty-two to anyone in the Past. But, because Chris refuses to tell the sisters and Leo who he really is, Penny intercedes and sends the one person she knows her great-grandson will listen to, to the Past.
Penny Halliwell shook her head as she listened in on her youngest great-great-grandson's conversation with his grandmother and great-aunts from the Great Beyond. As usual, the Charmed Ones were pestering the young man for answers about his presence in their lives and about the Future- and, as usual, Chris was stubbornly quoting "Future consequences" as the reason behind his steadfast refusal to give anything up.
Oh, please, Penny thought with a heavy sigh. Penny had tried to make the stubborn boy realize that he had to tell the Charmed Ones and their former whitelighter who he was, but he'd made it quite clear he wasn't going to listen to her on that particular subject.
Which is what had led her to her most recent plan to get her point across to Chris- sending his mother's spirit from the Future to the Past, where she'd be a flesh-and-blood witch/white-lighter, as she had yet to be born in that time and, therefore, could not be dead. Oh, she knew Chris wouldn't appreciate it- knew, too, that her granddaughter would be furious with the actions of her sons… But this was the only way…
One minute, Melinda Halliwell was raging at the Elders- as usual- for not allowing her to watch over her sons and husband, and the next she was standing in the Halliwell attic, where she continued to rage for several seconds before realizing she was no longer Up There.
"Damn it, Jonas!" the deceased witch/whitelighter screamed, her arms crossed defiantly over her chest. "They are my family! I demand to be allowed to watch over them!"
It was only then that she realized she was no longer in what she had long ago dubbed "Elderland," but in the manor's attic- surrounded, nonetheless, by people she had not seen in decades.
She felt her stomach drop down to her toes and knew her eyes were practically bugging out of her head. She had no idea how she'd gotten there, but she certainly knew where there was- or, more specifically, when it was.
"Oh, my God," she muttered, pressing a suddenly clammy hand to her forehead as she took in the shocked expressions of her family members. "This isn't happening..."
As they finally seemed to break out of their shock-induced trance a little, Phoebe spoke in an awe-filled voice. "She orbed!"
"Uh-huh," Piper and Paige responded in unison, while Leo merely continued to gawk at the dark-haired, doe-eyed young woman who appeared to be in her mid-twenties and who had just descended upon them in a cloud of blue lights.
Melinda's brow furrowed and she asked, "I did?" The dead, she knew, could not orb. She'd tried- she'd tried everything in order to see her family again, and nothing had ever worked. Huh, she thought to herself, maybe Jonas finally got tired of my nagging.
"Hey, what's going on up here?" the Charmed One's whitelighter, Chris Perry, questioned almost angrily as he sauntered through the open door and into the attic, having heard odd noises coming from the room.
While Chris didn't immediately spot Melinda- his gaze was drawn toward his charges and Leo- she saw him. And not the image he projected to the sisters and the Elder, but the ten-year-old boy he was.
Melinda shrieked. "Christopher Perry Halliwell! You have a hell of a lot of explaining to do!"
Naturally, that caught the attention of everyone in the room. "Halliwell?" four voices cried out in unison, their heads swiveling between the young woman and the young whitelighter.