I know this show has been over and done with for a very long time, but I still get things popping up in my head from time to time. I was never a fan of certain decisions the show made (shocking I know), so here is a bit of a fix that I would have liked to have seen.

This is an AU Chris revelation fic, but takes place after the genie episode so Phoebe is in the know.

Standard Disclaimer: Charmed and its characters do not belong to me. Anything you don't recognize is probably me though.

(Other) Disclaimer: There will be mentions/scenes of child abuse and mentions of a lesbian couple. If you have issues with it, don't read it. Depending on where this story takes itself, there may be further disclaimers in the future.

The sisters looked at one another, then at Leo who shrugged, and then all eyes turned to Chris. "Why do you automatically assume it was me?" he whined. "Because you are the one constantly mucking around with demons, mister" accused Piper, waving a finger at him. "Well it wasn't me this time. Maybe one of your spells went wrong… again" he snarked, making Leo step in front of his estranged wife. He was about to lay into the annoying white lighter when a sound caught their attention. The sisters and Leo turned toward the sound ready to follow it to the source, but stopped when they noticed Chris standing stock still. Phoebe generally couldn't get a read on his emotions, but she felt a flutter of fear and something else, "Chris," she started gently, "Do you know something?" He mutely nodded his head and she could see her sisters ready to tear into him for staying silent, but she implored them with her gaze to give her a shot with her nephew. They reluctantly acquiesced.

"What is it Chris?" "I ... we … but … consequences…" Those words set her sisters off shouting about future consequences and crap; but he didn't appear to hear them. He just walked past them following the sound of the music. A young girl came hurtling down the stairs, right through them literally and out the door. Paige gasped at the sensation of being passed through, "are we ghosts?" "I don't think we died, Paige." "But she just ran through me?" "I think we just aren't really here Paige, like an astral projection just less solid and visible. Wait, where did Chris go?" They trailed down the hallway Chris had disappeared down; he was sitting on a stool in the kitchen watching a teenage girl of about 15 pulling out ingredients to bake and singing along with music.

"Sitting at your funeral

I have to say it's overdue.

Our family cries.

The preacher really tries

to make your life sound meaningful.

I fight to keep a straight face;

my heart it glows

as you decompose.

And I wonder can you hear me laughing

'cause I'm dancing on your grave.

I'm glad you're dead!

All the pain you spread,

it dissipates away

that's why I gotta say

I'm glad you're dead.

But something in my head

won't let me forget all the things you did…"

She was average height about 5'5" with short spikey black hair dyed red at the tips and smoky gray eyes; she wore loose jeans with tears in the knees and thighs with a black tank top hugging her slim frame and accentuating her already well defined muscles. Her feet were bare, she had multiple piercings in both ears and a spiraling tattoo curved up her spine and neck. She was pulling eggs out of the fridge, her back turned to the counter when a small boy about age 10 or 11 orbed in. When she turned around a smile lit up her face and she turned the music down so she could talk over it. "Hey, peanut." "Hey Chlo, what are you doing?" "Painting the house purple," she answered with a smirk. The boy rolled his green eyes in a familiar manner while shoving his overly long brown hair out of his face, "You're baking." "How astute, young padawan."

He tilted his head at her, "You don't bake. You don't cook. You don't do house things." She tried to look affronted as she bent to read the directions on the bag of chocolate chips, "I do to." "Do not." She continued the charade for a minute longer before letting a sad look overtake her, "I know, Chris, I have no clue what I am doing." The sweetness of the moment as the boy covered his hand with hers was marred by Leo getting a clue, "Wait Chris is that you? You're a witchlighter? I knew it, you lied again. How can we trust such a compulsive liar? Just wait until I tell the Elders, we'll be sending you right back to the future." Phoebe shushed him, gaining incredulous looks from everyone but the man watching his younger self. He hadn't even noticed Leo shouting at him.

"So, why are you baking?" The girl puttered around looking for a measuring cup, finally looking up into his wide expressive eyes with a sigh, "I want to give Claudia something. She said Jenny gave her a piece of homemade fudge and the look on her face. I don't think she will want to date me if I can't be girly enough for her." Young Chris leaned over and pecked her cheek, "I'll help you Chlo, but you know Claudia will like you even if you can't bake." She gave him a small appreciative smile and pulled out a measuring cup for the flour, "not that one, that one," he said pointing to another cup. It was the same size causing her to grin up at him, "what would I do without you?" "Make un-edible cookies," he answered without missing a beat. That caused her to chuckle a bit. They began working together singing along with the music.

The intruders just watched the two kids loath to break the peaceful moment. Piper and Paige were taking in the calm happy boy who was so different from the neurotic white lighter they knew. Leo was watching them suspiciously but could see nothing wrong going on, except maybe too much sugar in the batter. Phoebe was taking in the softer side of her nephew that she had seen glimpses of and was curious who this girl was that brought it out in him. The kids bumped shoulders, sang in each other's faces and goofed around until Chris put his arms out at over-dramatically yelled "halt." The girl looked at him in confusion. "We have a serious problem," he started with a serious expression. She looked at him like had gone mad, "There isn't enough butter!" he exclaimed and orbed out, presumably to get some, leaving the girl chuckling to herself.

Without warning a man stormed in and yelled, "Shut that goddamn racket off. You'd think this was a fucking zoo or crack house." He rushed over to the music player and ripped it off the speakers shoving it in his pocket; in his haste he knocked the eggs onto the floor. "And clean that up you fucking bitch," he yelled pushing her into the corner of the counter roughly on his way out the door. The girl straightened up and lifted her shirt to examine the newly blossoming bruise. She quickly pulled the shirt down as orbs formed back into Chris sitting on the counter, "Here is the butter; sorry it took me so long. I had to soften it. Hey, what happened to the eggs?" The spiky haired girl gave him a sheepish look, "I got a little too enthusiastic dancing and accidentally knocked them off the counter. But, on the upside we already put the two in we needed. Thanks for grabbing the butter, peanut." The young Chris just nodded and poured the butter in as she began cleaning up the mess. Older Chris finally spoke, "I didn't believe her. If that had been true her music still would have been playing. I wasn't sure if it was Coop or … someone else…Either way I knew she would brush it off if I brought it up, so I let it slide."

Phoebe opened her mouth to ask him more, but the girl was talking again, "So what's going on?" "We are making cookies for Claudia, or do you have short term memory loss?" he smirked. "I mean, why are you here instead of at home?" "Can't I just want to hang out with the coolest person I know," he tried a charming smile. She gave him one right back, "Ah flattery will get you nowhere, Christopher, but you can keep trying." He seemed to think about it for a second then deflated with a sigh. "They were fighting, again." Chloe took a spoonful of the completed batter and stuck it in his mouth. "It's not your fault, bud. But, I am glad you came over; I probably would have caught the house on fire without you." He gave a weak chuckle, "you haven't even turned the oven on yet." "Oh crap, that's supposed to be like step one, right," she reached over and turned on the oven.

She sidled up next to him and he put his head on her shoulder. "Why don't they listen?" "To each other? Well I guess when you have been fighting for so long…" He interrupted her, "I don't mean them. Well I do mean them but not to each other. Why won't they listen when we tell them what's wrong with Wyatt?" "Oh Chris, that's a complicated question." "It doesn't have to be if they would just look at him; they would know." The boy looked small just then, sitting slumped on the counter; the teenager turned to face him putting them eye to eye. "Listen to me, peanut. Wyatt is supposed to be twice-blessed; so admitting that the twice-blessed child of pure good could turn evil would mean admitting that somewhere along the line they screwed up. And no one wants to hear that they screwed their perfect child up." "But we are telling them the truth. Yesterday Wyatt broke the school bullies arm and mom just told me to thank him for protecting me," his lower lip trembled.

The girl sighed and shifted her head revealing a tattoo of the pentagram behind her ear. "I know, I know. They don't want to see it, so they see what is easier for them to see. When you tell them he has done something, they can chalk it up to jealousy of his powers. When I tell them, well, why should you trust a demon telling you your perfect, pure son is evil. It makes much more sense in their mind that I am either influencing him to do evil or that I am trying to break up the family to make an opening for evil." "But you would never do that Chloe." She smiled sadly at him. "Not the way I am now, no." He looked up with tears threatening to fall, "I love you Chloe." "And I love you too, peanut," her voice turned upbeat, "now, how long do these need to bake for?"

The kids started globbing out balls of dough on the sheet, eating more than was making it into the oven. They started pushing and playing again as if the last while had never happened. While they cookies baked, they chased each other around the island and living room then back to check on the cookies, over and over again. Finally Chris proclaimed them done and Chloe let him pull them out of the oven. They smiled and pulled off the gooey cookies burning their fingers and tongues. Eventually they calmed down into a food coma and snuggled up on the couch. Chloe gently ran her fingers through his hair and gave his temple a kiss, "You better get home. And don't tell your mom I let you ruin dinner with cookies." "You didn't ruin dinner I can still eat more," he yawned at her. "If you don't fall asleep in your mashed potatoes," she replied shooing him out.

Chloe stayed there on the couch staring at her hands. "That was sweet of you," the voice startled all the room's occupants. They turned and saw older Phoebe come sit on the couch. "I don't know what you're talking about," denied the girl. Phoebe smiled and wiped a stray bit of flour off the girl's cheekbone, "You hate cooking." She simply stated and as the teen opened her mouth to respond, Phoebe talked right over her, "and don't feed me that line about Claudia not wanting to date you because you don't do girly things." There was an awkward pause between the two until Chloe looked up at the older woman, "how did you know?" Phoebe laughed softly, "Claudia called earlier and when I told her you were attempting to bake, well I have never heard her laugh so hard." Chloe gave a self-depreciating smile and Phoebe brought her in for a side hug. "It was sweet that you made Chris feel needed and special. You made his day." "He is needed and special," she easily replied. Phoebe's face settled into a sad smile, "Yes he is, but sometimes he forgets that."

They stay on the couch another minute enjoying the silence, until the phone rings and Phoebe is off to get it. Chloe looks at her watch and sighs heavily before shimmering out.

The song is I'm Glad You're Dead by Bobaflex. I chose this song (1) because it was stuck in my head and (2) it hopefully sets the tone of who Chloe is and what she is dealing with. Plus it's just another thing for Leo to eventually point at when accusing someone of being evil.

So who is Chloe and how does she fit in? How are our voyeurs going to respond? Where the hell am I going with this story? All good questions.