Family Revelations

Chapter One of Family's Second Chance

Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or any of its characters, nor do I make any money from this fic. I merely wright for fun, and so I can practice so that maybe one day I can write my own novel.

Author's Note: I re-wrote and re-posted this fic, since I wasn't happy with the first chapter. I'm sorry for any inconvenience, and I hope that you will review again. Thank you to History Buff 1990, mandymoore 1, aerohead1980, wickedwizard71, Amantine, angelkat2502, Pandora of Ithilien, and one anonymous reviewer for reviewing the original chapter. I hope you enjoy the re-write. By the way, I'm not happy with the fact that Paige died in the unchanged future, and so I refuse to allow that to affect this story at all. Paige wasn't killed by the Titans, because then that would ruin some of the humor I have planned for this, so, yeah.

Chris was sitting in the attic, researching his latest idea of who was after Wyatt. While shifting through the pages, his mind wandered to his mom. He quickly cleared his head of all thoughts of his family. While in the past, he had no family. Especially not these people who would be, in the near future.

Then his mind continued to wander more. He thought of Bianca, his fiancée, how she had died a few days earlier. He thought about the future he had to save. Then he thought of that day. The day the event happened. The day he had watched his mother die while trying to protect him- 'No!' he thought, 'I can't think of that day, I can't think about the event.'

'I can't think about what I have to put up with from my family. I can't think that that little boy just down the stairs is my innocent older brother.' He was screaming in his own mind now. He could feel his spirit breaking.

Everything his older brother, his best friend, his role-model had done to him, all the evils and hardships he had been put through because of someone he had trusted his life with, were threatning to break him.

If only he could have some peace. If only if only. The only way to escape this pain of betrayal would be to cast a spell, and any spell like that would most definitely be personal gain.

Any magic that was used for personal gain always comes back and bites you in the ass. His mother's exact words. Oh God, his mother. Fine. He would cast a spell. Anything to get away from the pain of the event.

He thought about it for a while, then nodded, deciding that Wyatt got away with murder in his own time. Literally. Maybe he could get away with a little break.

Decided, he started to chant:

Troubles that will not leave me alone,

Stay away for a time,

Allow me a time of peace,

Like my childhood memories.

He sat back, and felt his memories slipping away, while he was surrounded by a white mist. Finally some peace.

Piper dashed up the stairs to the attic. She just couldn't leave Chris alone with the book for long. As much as they needed to trust their whitelighter, it was hard when he lied and manipulated them time and time again. He didn't deserve their trust, even if he had a reason for everything that he did.

She stopped just outside the door to the attic to collect herself a bit, before she pushed the door open. She heard Chris before she saw him, chanting what seemed to be the end of a spell. When he relaxed, she walked in, but then he was surrounded by a white mist, so thin that she could see through it, but thicker than the densest fog she had ever seen.

Piper waited for the magically induced mist to clear, worrying about what Chris had done, when the mist was suddenly gone. She blinked in surprise, and took a step back when she saw Chris.

Chris was little. And little didn't mean that he suddenly shrunk, he was little as in he was five or six. And he looked at her with complete trust in his eyes. The kind of trust that is only found in one place. Family.

Chris waited for this weird mist to clear. He didn't know what happened. He was only six, and he was more than used to weird magical things happening, but this was weirder than the time that Auntie Paige was turned into a guy, and freaked out. Then again, everyone was freaking out, especially mommy.

But Chris had to see if his mommy was okay. She didn't look like she normally did, she looked kinda pale, like when that mean demon had got him with the athame. She had the exact same look that she had when Daddy didn't come when he had been stabbed. A mixture of horror and fear.

He had to know. If something was wrong with mommy, even daddy would come when he called. "Mommy," he asked, "are you okay?" When her eyes bulged out and she put her hand over heart. "Mommy?" he tried again.

He could tell that she was starting to panic. "Mommy, did I do something wrong?" he was afraid now. His mommy would always talk to him. Always. She never wanted to see him sad or hurt. Then she found words. But instead of comforting him, she did something that she only did when she was afraid. "Paige!" she screamed, "Paige, get over here now! We have a big problem!".

Chris's lip started to tremble. She thought he was a problem. His mother thought he was a problem. His mommy always told him that she loved him, that he was never a burden or a problem. He just dropped to his knees and started to cry. He saw a flurry of blue orbs form into his auntie Paige, and he just started to cry harder.

"Paige, get over here now! We have a big problem!" she heard her sister yell. She hurriedly orbed into the attic at the manor, and asked, "Piper, what is it? Did a demon attack?" Piper just shook her head.

She looked around the attic, and realized that a little boy was crying in the middle of the room. She instantly felt bad for him, and wondered why Piper wasn't hugging him and telling him it was okay. Piper hated to see any child hurting in any way.

But then again, who was the kid? She had never seen him before, but he obviously knew them. The little boy looked up and realized that she was there. He got up and ran to her, then hugged her legs. "Auntie Paige, Wyatt was right," he sobbed. "He told me that Mommy hates me just like Daddy and that she was just pretending and-" he started to sob even harder and buried his face into her knees.

Paige instinctively got down on her knees and put her arms around him. She whispered that it was okay and shot a questioning glance at Piper. She didn't understand what was going on. Who was this kid and why was he calling Piper 'mommy' and herself 'auntie Paige'?

When Piper wasn't forthcoming with an answer, she asked the little boy around she was hugging, "Hey, what's your name?"

Chris knew Auntie Paige wouldn't hate him. She had always been there, comforting him when Daddy was mean to him and Wyatt got all the attention. She knew what it was like to live in an older siblings shadow, and knew that it wasn't ever fair.

So when Auntie Paige asked him what his name was, he cried even harder. His whole family hated him. Mommy, Daddy, Wyatt, Auntie Paige, he bet even Auntie Phoebe did...

Auntie Paige rubbed his back and told him it was okay, just what was his name. She kept soothing him until he calmed down. Then he whispered, "Christopher Halliwell." He heard his mother gasp, and looked at her. The look of horror on her face scared him.

His mother really did hate him. He started to cry again, as Auntie Paige squeezed him in a hug, telling him it was alright, everything was going to be alright.

Christopher Halliwell. That name kept echoing through her head. Christopher Halliwell. Chris as in their neurotic whitelighter from the future. Christopher Halliwell. The Chris that was her nephew.

She was startled out of her thoughts when she heard her sister screaming at Chris. "You liar!" she screamed, "You come from the future and lie to us, then tell us that my precious baby boy is going to turn evil, then you pretend to be a little kid and tell us you're my son! You are just a manipulative brat that I don't want in my house! Get out now or else I-"

"Piper shut up!" Paige yelled. "He's a little kid!"

"No he's not Paige! He's just pretending to be a little kid and my son!" Piper screamed back "He wants nothing more than to kill my precious son and I'll be damned if I let him hurt my only child!"

Finally, Chris snapped. "It's always about Wyatt isn't it Mommy?" he said quietly. "You always lied to me. Always told me that Daddy loved me, he just didn't show it. But you lied. He has never loved me, and you never have either." Paige was shocked. There were so many emotions in his eyes, she was surprised that he wasn't screaming in pain by now.

"You told me that you would always love me, that I was just as special as Wyatt, even though he's the Twice-Blessed one. No one's ever loved me. Ever. And now I know that Wyatt was right. You didn't forget to give make up my sixth birthday party after the demon attacked, you just didn't care enough to-" Finally he stopped.

He wrenched himself out of Paige's grasp and orbed. He didn't care where, but he wasn't gonna burden his family with himself anymore. He appeared on top of the Golden Gate Bridge, and cried alone for what seemed like hours.

Paige was livid with her sister. Piper was always blind when she was upset, but seriously, this took the cake. Screaming at a little kid, even though she could tell that he was crying, was just not like her sister.

She orbed to the Golden Gate bridge, and when seeing someone that young crying like that, it broke her heart. She walked over to him and pulled him into her embrace. He struggled, trying to break free, but finally gave up and cried into her shoulder. She just comforted him, and tried not to be angry at Piper, but she couldn't help it. Her sister was stubborn, and she had hurt a six year old because of it.

Author's Note: So, what do you think? Please review, Im thankful for all of you who reviewed before, but I wasn't happy with it, and I had to rewrite it...