Disclaimer : Ah shucks, would you look at that. I don't own Charmed, not even a fraction of it! Well dang -SNAPS FINGERS- I was hoping I would at least own Chris and Wyatt by now. I mean, it's a new year! Cut me some slack! But I don't own it, I will people! Mark my words, someday I will own Charmed. At least I hope. Although, the plot to this series, however, including its characters and story line is mine. Steal it, and I will kill you. If you run, I will hunt you down - bringing my hell hounds and assassins with me. You have been warned. Now, enjoy your reading! Also, a review at the end would be nice.

Author's note : Hey would you look at that, we're one third of the way through the story already, wow how time flies when you're writing stories. Aha, I've always been like this, apparently when I was younger (nine years old) I used to stay up in my room until all hours of the night and write stories, but now I write them about Charmed and post them! I still write my own stories, ones form my own imagination, but I love writing here. I get to have people, who don't know me, give their honest opinions, something that is a little bit more rewarding than asking my friends to read my stories. They tend to lie if they don't like the stories, all to spare my feelings, something that is pointless in my opinion. I like critisism, although I love compliments too, the only thing that really annoys me is when it says that someone has added my story to the favourites and I've never heard of them before. Seriously, is it that hard to give your opinion at least once?

1x07 : Blood Is Thicker Than Good.

Summary : A family that slays together,stays together. Henry Jr gets a new charge,she needs to be constantly saved. Henry believes there is something off about doesn't listen to his instincts though and now his life hangs in the he be saved?

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Chapter Three : A Little Vertigo Sometimes

Henry Jr groaned in annoyance as he slowly walked over to his desk, fell into his chair, and let out a sigh as he rubbed his face, trying in vain to rid himself of his exhaustion. He didn't know what had possessed him to be a white lighter and a police officer, but he blamed it on his love of helping people. Most days he loved it, but ever since he had gotten his new charge he had been needing more and more excuses so he could go off and help her when she need it.

"HEY HENRY!"

"No - not right now," Henry Jr groaned as he heard someone calling out to him, he didn't know why but all of a sudden he was feeling under the weather. Sure, it could be one of those twenty-four hour things, but he had been feeling fine before he had helped Allison out, but he hadn't been hit with anything. Nothing that he remembered any way.

"Hey Henry, are you okay man?"

"Yeah I'm fine," Henry Jr muttered as he opened his eyes and looked up at his friend, but all he could see was shapes. Standing up, Henry reached out and tried his best to steady himself, as he looked around, trying in vain to get rid of the poundings in his head. If he didn't know better and he thought it was possible, Henry Jr would go as far as to say that there was a Jackhammer in his head trying to beat its way through his skull. Not the greatest feeling in the world. "I just need some air," he said, slowly heading to the door, swallowing as he braced himself on his desk for a moment before he took five shaky breaths and then let go of the desk, intending on getting the fresh air he had said he needed.

That feeling of vertigo didn't end though and Henry Jr shook his head to ward off the wave of dizziness that had washed over him, ignoring the cornered voice of his friends. "Henry, you really don't look good," someone to the left of him commented, "maybe you should sit down. I could get you something to drink," as stubborn as he was though, Henry Jr shook his head and continued to walk on, only to pause outside the door where he had to hold the wall for support. He waited for a few moments, waiting for the dizziness to end like it had before, but it didn't. To him it felt as though his legs were unable to hold his weight and suddenly he could no longer see shapes, instead all he could see were vague blurs of what he supposed was meant to be objects he should recognize, things he saw everyday.

The ground suddenly seemed a lot closer that it should have been too…

That was when he started swaying and heard someone call him name, that was when everything went black, and all Henry Jr could make out was the panicked voice of someone he knew, but couldn't place their voice. "SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!"

Prue smirked from where she was sat on her couch. "So," she said slowly, "how big of a bitch am I?" She asked as she twisted her head so she could look back and look at the half-manticore who had a big smile on his face but was refusing to answer her question. "You can tell me," Prue encouraged. "Come on, this is the only time I'm going to let you call me a bitch," she pointed out. "So don't pass up the opportunity. Don't hold back, I wont be mad."

Caleb frowned and looked down at Prue who he currently had his arms around, his hands resting on her stomach as they laid together on his couch. Sure, someone could walk or orb in the apartment and they would know about them, but Caleb didn't want to move. To him everything was so perfect right then in that moment that he had no desire to ever leave again. He didn't know when he had become such a softy, but something was telling him that Prue had that effect on him. "Is there a right way to answer this question?"

Prue rolled her eyes, she wasn't surprised by his reaction to her question or his reluctance to answer; she and Caleb were both in the same boat when it came to the fact they wanted this to work. They had both wanted to be together for a while now, and neither of them wanted to screw it up. Caleb was just afraid that his answer - whatever it may be - would cause a fight between them, and not any fight; the first fight. Well, they had had a fight a few weeks ago, but they hadn't been together. That one didn't count. "Yes," she said slowly, "I want your honest opinion, I mean, how many women give their boyfriends the opportunity to tell them how big of a bitch they are?"

"Not many?"

"Exactly, all I'm saying is don't let the opportunity pass," Prue said simply with a smug smirk on her face. "And the fact you're not answering has me worried," she said simply. "It makes me wonder how big of a bitch you think I am."

Caleb chuckled and shook his head, "it depends on when you ask," he said simply. "When it's that time of month, I know better than to tease you, because I frankly enjoy being a man," he said as he raised an eyebrow at Prue when he remembered the threat she had once used on him. It was a time he would never forget.

Caleb smirked as he once again sat at the counter in the Halliwell manor waiting for Piper to serve breakfast. His father, Derek, was away for the weekend and he was staying at the Manor and Piper was currently cooking breakfast for the entire family; and he met the entire family.

It was then that a fourteen-year-old Prue scuffed her feet as she walked into the kitchen with a sigh before she fell onto the stool beside Caleb; looking well, she looked pissed. That was what made Caleb keep his mouth shut, it was the best thing to do during this time of month. Every month at the same time, this happened and almost every female in the Warren line - dead ones included - would moan and groan the whole day, and be emotional, but that was only when they weren't bitchy.

So to ensure that they lived Coop, Leo, the two Henrys, Wyatt and Chris, and even Caleb when he was around deemed it best to keep there mouths shut, only laughing when none of the women in the vicinity.

That fateful day though, Caleb had made the grave mistake of smirking when Prue began muttering under her breath, at which point Prue turned in her seat and narrowed her eyes while her face contorted into one of pure anger. A look that did not belong on the face of Prue; a part cupid, a being of love.

"If you know what's good for you, you would wipe that smirk off your face right now," Prue hissed. "Or I'll make you very, very sorry you're a man by castrating you. Or even better I will turn you into a woman, meaning you will have to deal with this."

The smirk had instantly fallen from Caleb's face.

"And when it's not that time of month?" Prue asked as she twisted in his hold so she could see his face, seeing that smirk she sighed. "Okay, okay I'm the biggest bitch ever!" She said simply as she groaned. "I know it was wrong, forcing Emily into a blind date, but I was desperate!" She pointed out, "she has to realise that she is in love with Wyatt, or at least Wyatt needs to see the truth. Therefore setting Emily up on a blind date, and convincing her to let you - the you being me - to dress her up and do her make-up is pure genius! Wyatt will see her as a total hottie and then he'll get all jealous!" She cheered, "Making him realise that he is in love with Emily! It's perfect," she cheered as she clapped her hands. "I just can't believe I haven't thought about this before, it's just so … simple."

Caleb smirked and nodded, logically it would work on the normal couple, but Emily and Wyatt were not a normal couple at all; they weren't even a couple. Not to mention the fact that they were blinder than most. "It should work," he agreed and a part of him wanted it to work, but somehow he was doubtful. "Hopefully."

"It will work!"

"On normal people, yes, but Emily and Wyatt?"

Prue pouted and sighed, "It will work," she said determinedly as she rolled herself over so she was sitting on top of Caleb and smirking at him as she pinned him to the sofa, "now are you doubting me?" She asked as she pouted playfully, "my boyfriend has no faith in me," she said sadly. Noticing the smile on Caleb's face, Prue raised an eyebrow and felt a small smile appear on her face. What could she say? His attitude was contagious. Especially to an empath. "What?"

Caleb shrugged from where he was lying down to and smiled up at Prue, "nothing," he said honestly as she smiled at him. "It just sounds nice," he admitted as Prue continued to stare at him with a blank expression. "You calling me your boyfriend."

Prue smirked as she leaned closer to him, "it feels good to say it too," she mumbled into his mouth as she leaned down to kiss him.

Caleb groaned as he heard the phone ring, and memories from the week before flashed into his mind and he sent Prue a look as she pulled away and pouted down at him as her eyes slowly danced between his face and the phone. "I swear if that is Wyatt, or any other member or your family, I just might kill them," he said simply as she laughed as she rolled off him and skipped over to the phone before bringing it up to her ears. "They have the worst timing!"

Prue rolled her eyes and paid attention to the phone. "Hello?"

"Is this a Prudence Halliwell?"

Prue frowned as she looked over at Caleb who frowned back at her, "Yes this is Prue Halliwell," she said slowly as fear gripped her heart, no one called her Prudence. She really didn't like all the pressure that went along with her namesake, despite the fact she loved her aunt Prue, she just didn't like the reputation that seemed to follow the name. "Who is this, is there something I can help you with?"

"Yes, we're calling about a Henry Matthews."

"Is he okay?"

"How fast can you get to San Francisco General?"

"He's in the hospital?" Prue demanded, her eyes narrowing at the woman on the other end who was sounding way too happy in her opinion! She was talking about Henry and San Francisco General; Prue knew that added up to something. Sure, she was no genius like Chris, but she wasn't stupid and the woman on the other end of the line was not helping her mood any! "Is he okay?"

"Yes, now how soon can you get here? I can have a doctor waiting to explain to you his condition and-"

"His condition," Prue repeated dangerously, her eyes narrowing even further into slits. "What do you mean his condition?" She demanded, "You know what, I've had enough of this!" Prue exclaimed, "Now I don't care who you are, or what your job is, or even if you're good at it, I want to know what is the matter with my cousin, and damn it, I want to know right now! So, if you can't give me answers, put on someone that can!" She snapped, giving Caleb a look when he continued to frown at her, but she shook her head to indicate she would tell him after.

"I understand you're upset, Miss, but if you were to come down here then I can assure you-"

"See, that's not answering my damn question!" Prue pointed out, a acrimonious tone to his voice, one that caused Caleb silently pray that whoever was on the other end told Prue what she - they both ­- wanted to know, otherwise Caleb was willing to bet that Prue just might kill someone later, meaning he would have to intervene. Even though they were worst than demons sometimes, it was still considered murder to kill a human; who, in regards to demons, were a close second for being pompous, cruel creatures, but that was only his opinion. Looking at Prue now though, Caleb was pretty sure she was willing to agree with him. "What is the matter with him?"

"Miss, just come down to the hospital and-"

"Now you listen here you sanctimonious, conceited, slut! I- mmphh!"

Caleb sighed as he covered Prue's mouth and held her close to his body, grabbed the phone, and sent her a dirty look before placing the phone to his ear. "Yeah, I know," he said frowning at Prue, "she's just worried," he said honestly. "Can you tell me what's wrong with him?" Caleb winced and held the phone at arm's length as an exasperated voice blared through the phone causing him to wince. Hearing that the blaring ended, Caleb squinted his eyes as he slowly placed the phone to his ear once more, wary of the voice he was sure was going to come blaring over the phone once more. "Oh, okay, we'll be there soon." He said, with that a click ended the conversation and Caleb almost felt sorry for the woman, who was most likely distraught as a result of her conversation with Prue. "Was there any need to be so rude?"

Prue pulled away from Caleb and crossed her arms stubbornly, "She wouldn't give me an answer," she said through gritted teeth as she narrowed her eyes. "She got what she deserved; she should have just told me what I wanted to know."

Caleb sighed, knowing that nothing would change her mind. "Okay," he said slowly, "I'll shimmer us over there and talk to her politely," he emphasized when Prue stuck her tongue out at him, "and then you can call Wyatt and the others," with that he grabbed her hand and shimmered them out.

Hazel groaned she was not looking forward to this. The idea of sneaking around behind Chris' back and looking into this Gideon just screamed wrong to her. She couldn't help it though, she was genuinely concerned for Chris, and okay she was nosey and she wanted answers. That didn't mean this wasn't for a good cause, it was just a good cause with self-interested motives. A positive spin! Still, that thought didn't make her feel any better.

She felt like she was going to throw up. Sure, Hazel wouldn't go as far as to say that she was a goody two shoes, trying to make people believe she had never went behind someone's back, because she had, but still, sneaking behind Chris' just felt wrong for some reason. Oh, toughen up! Her inner voice once again scolded her in a voice that reminded her of those grumpy old grannies that used to be seen on TV. He wouldn't tell you, you have no choice but to look into it yourself.

That didn't help either, her stomach was still churning in circles like it had never done before, and she was pretty sure she had never felt so fraudulent in her life. Here she was, in a Magical library where she was waiting for someone to help her look for information on this Gideon, she was willing to bet that if Chris was magical, then this Gideon had had something to do with magic at some point in time. And he had, at least that was what she had been able to get out of a demon before she sent his ass to the wasteland. As she said, she was setting an all new record for being deceitful and petty.

She was making demons look good and that wasn't easy.

So that was why she was here, Gideon had done something with Magic School, so if she looked into the history of the school then she should be able to find out what he had done, and what it had to do with Chris. Hazel groaned, if she was being honest with herself, she knew the churning of her stomach was because she felt terrible - terrible about the lengths she was going through to learn the truth. Since when did she fight so hard to befriend someone? Since when did she want friends?

She had never been the one to form ties to a place, it made it easier to leave if there were no ties to a place, and Hazel knew she didn't like being tied down. She had been tied down at home, but now that she was free, she was away from that like, being dictated by her parents and she was free to be who she wanted to be, not who they expected her to be. It was a liberating feeling, but since then she had tried her best not to form ties. So why was it that she was now trying to learn the truth so she could help Chris and be friends with him?

What made Chris Halliwell so different?

Still, this wasn't what she wanted to do, she was good at putting positive spins on things, but no matter what she told herself, she didn't want to be here. She didn't want to be doing this, as a matter of fact, there were a countless number of other things that she would much rather be doing right now; and none of them required sneaking. Nevertheless, this was her only choice, she needed to know the truth, she deserved to know the truth, and she had to find out who Gideon was. Someone somewhere had to know what he had done.

Whoever he was, whatever he did, it must have been bad to cause such hatred from the younger Halliwell brother, because despite the fact she rarely knew him, the thought of Chris hating anyone was unbelievable, especially to her. Chris Halliwell had openly accepted her and trusted her the moment she met him, up until they kissed and he began keeping secrets, but still, Chris didn't seem like the grudge kind. Only towards the Source, but that was understandable, the Source had taken someone he cared about away from him, and that alone didn't sit well with her. God only knew what Gideon had done to earn Chris' hate, another thing that didn't sit well with her. Whatever it was, something told Hazel that on some level, she didn't want to know.

"Hello, may I help you?"

Hazel let out a squeak as she whirled around when she heard a voice, only to come face to face with an older man that seemed to in his late fifties, was slightly tall, dark hair that seemed to be the crossover of a dark blonde and light brown, but it was his eyes that causes Hazel to frown. A part of her couldn't help but think that she had seen those eyes before, and his face, his features looked familiar too, but she pushed that thought aside. "Hi," she greeted, placing a hand to her beating heart, trying in vain to calm it down.

The man smiled gently, "sorry," he apologized, "I didn't mean to scare you." He gestured for her to walk with him as he walked around the library, "now you're here to get information on the school?" He asked, and Hazel nodded. "Well, was there anything in particular you wanted to know?"

Hazel nodded, "yeah, I was wondering if you have any books on how the school started it, or who started it," Hazel frowned when the man's eyes narrowed slightly and his face contorted into one of pure hatred. "You see, my niece is doing this research paper and all this, and she wanted to do it on Magic School," she said simply, the churning feeling continued to increase in her stomach, and she didn't feel any better when the man nodded, believing what she was saying. This was the worst she had felt in years, lying to the man, it was torture - pure agony - and she was never lying again. Not ever again, she promised herself, she hated this.

Damn Chris to hell for not giving her the answers she wanted.

"Well," the man said slowly as he walked over to a bookshelf and brought down a book, an old book, and to Hazel's disappointment, it was thick. Of course finding answers wouldn't be easy; it was going to be as difficult as trying to get through to Chris. Something told her that trying to snowboard up a mountain would be easier. "This book starts at when the school ended, but it updates itself so all of our recent data should be in there," he smiled politely at her, "if you need anything, just let me know," with that he walked away, leaving Hazel to frown; this was making her feel terrible.

When she found out what he was hiding, she was killing Chris.

Chris sighed as he walked into his apartment, his book bag slung carelessly over his shoulder as he threw it down on the floor before walking over the couch and falling onto it and burying his head in the soft fabric. Were all women this annoying and persistent? Okay, he knew he was being unfair, if he was in Hazel's shoes he would want an answer just as much as she did, but he couldn't tell her! Didn't she understand that? It was as if she had been placed on the earth with the sole purpose of annoying him to death.

"Are you okay, little brother?" Wyatt asked as he walked into the room with a bowl of cereal in his hands as he sat down in a chair and frowned at his little brother. Taking a deep breath Wyatt used his empathy to search Chris' feelings for anger, but he found none. Which was a good thing, it meant that his brother was no longer mad at him. Wyatt did, however, sense a great deal of annoyance. "Okay I got a reading, so what's wrong?"

"Caleb was right," Chris said simply, his voice muffled by the fabric, but what he had said was enough to have Wyatt's eyebrows rising. Chris never said Caleb was right, about anything. "Women are cruel creatures who have been placed on earth to test the limits of man," Chris grumbled when he turned his head to the side so he could look at his brother, other than that, however, he made no movement to get up. Actually, the idea of locking himself in the apartment and staying there until he died was sounding good. As long as he didn't see Hazel, he was fine. He only had so much resolve left and he was pretty sure if he saw her again, it would crumble and he would end up spilling his guts. He would tell her everything, he knew he would. And it was all because of her irritating personality and her beautiful, big eyes.

Wyatt frowned, since when did his brother hate all women? Better yet, since when did Chris have women problems? Then it clicked in for the older brother and he sighed. "So, can I take it you talked to Hazel?" He asked, hearing Chris' groan before his face contorted in anger, Wyatt nodded and Chris once again buried his head and began muttering. "I'll take that as a yes," Wyatt said slowly as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Sure, he didn't trust the half-elf, but that didn't mean he couldn't find this amusing. Who knew it would only take a woman standing at no taller than five foot four to annoy his little brother to death? To him, it was amazing. "What happened?"

Chris sighed, turned his head once again, and sighed when he saw the genuine concern on his brother's face, but he quickly narrowed his eyes when he saw the poorly hidden amusement on Wyatt's face. "Before or after your cousin talked me into talking to her? Or are we referring to the fact that your cousin talked to Hazel interferring in my business?"

Wyatt frowned, "Prue intervened?" He asked, seeing Chris nod, Wyatt winced. "Ouch," he muttered, when Prue got involved things usually turned out bad. That was mostly because the half-cupid didn't know when to keep her opinions and thoughts to herself. "Wait - what do you mean my cousin?" Wyatt asked, "She's your cousin too."

"No she's not," Chris said stubbornly, "I disowned her."

Wyatt chuckled as he imagined what Prue's reaction would be if she were to learn that her favourite cousin had disowned her. Something told him that she wouldn't respond to well to it, but it couldn't have been that bad, could it? "Chris, what happened between you and Hazel?"

Chris growled, "well the first time we talked it started out okay, I told her that I was sorry then she went on this big rant about how she didn't want an apology, she wanted answers. And then I tried to explain everything to her, but she wouldn't listen because she's a pigheaded, nosey, annoying, stubborn witch that doesn't listen to anyone!"

Wyatt raised his eyebrow at his little brother. Apparently, Chris hadn't realised that he had just described himself in that statement. A pigheaded, nosey, annoying, stubborn witch that doesn't listen to anyone. Yeah, that sounded like Chris to him. Moreover, even though he hated to admit it, Wyatt couldn't blame Hazel for being pissed at Chris, he had ignored her for a week.

"Then I told her that I couldn't explain it all to her because other people were involved and then she accused me of not trusting her!" Chris continued ranting while Wyatt just stared at him with raised eyebrows. "And that was only the first talk, I mean; of course I my last lecture of the day would be History, right? I mean, I couldn't have any other class! It had to be the one where there were no empty seats except the one beside me! Meaning that stubborn half-elf had to sit by me!" He exclaimed, "And then we got into it again and she went on about how she cared about me and about I could trust her. There is only one problem though, I care about her too and I don't want her to get hurt; which is what will happen if she sticks around me!"

Wyatt sighed and shook his head; leave it to Chris to find a way to turn this into a bigger issue than it should be. "Chris, I hate to break it to you, but if she is the seventh, then you two have got to get over this. Remember, the seventh is supposed to have a bond with all of us, and something tells me that you two getting along by hating each other is not what the prophecy meant. You two need to deal with this."

Chris rested his head on his hand and frowned at his brother as he inclined his head. "I thought you didn't like her," he accused as he narrowed his eyes. "If anyone I thought you would be happy that me and her aren't getting along, it means that neither you nor me have to see her."

"But you're upset," Wyatt pointed out. "Not something I like seeing; besides there is a cold front moving in, and do you remember what happens when you get worked up like this and allow your emotions to get to you? Your powers go nuts and you don't just create the thunder; we get the thunder, the lightening, and the rain. Which if we get rain with a cold front moving in, we could get snow. And I understand it's almost Christmas, many people would love snow, but I am not one of them. So please, sort this out."

Chris groaned, "I just don't understand how someone so small can be so hugely annoying!" He exclaimed as he rolled over so he was on his back and looked up at the ceiling. "So, what is with the new attitude? Yesterday you were ready to have her hung or burned at the stake, and now I'm the one fed up with her and you're pushing me to sort this out? What's with the optimism? Who are you and what have you done with my brother?"

"I am still your brother, I am your big brother, meaning you will sort this out because I told you too." Seeing Chris' defiant look, Wyatt sighed. "I mean honestly Chris; I can tell that this is eating you up inside, so just tell her the truth. I'm not going to push and demand to know what the issues are, but seriously, you need to talk to her. And I'll have you know, despite the fact I get my looks from dad, I have always been an optimist like mom!"

"Not lately you haven't."

"So? I needed a few weeks to wallow in pity and be depressed, sue me! At least I'm not the one swearing off women and claiming that they're cruel beings! You have been… I don't know, you've been different for over the past month, if not longer, and I'm worried." Wyatt admitted, "But like I said, I can't force you to come to me. You'll come when you're ready but I am worried, and the fact that now you and Hazel are fighting, it worries me. You're not usually the one to start stuff like this. Caleb and Prue are the drama people - not you."

"You sound like you actually want me to patch things up with Hazel."

"That's because I do."

Chris frowned, "why?"

"Because you're miserable, and there is a chance that maybe my dislike for her was misplaced," Wyatt admitted. "I just don't trust her, but that's because I don't know her. Therefore, if you forgiving her is what it takes for you to get over this hump and move on, then I support it. Hell, I would drag you to Las Vegas and have you marry the girl if it would help."

"Funny."

"I thought so."

"I'm an idiot!"

Wyatt frowned and looked to the door when he heard the new voice appeared and Chris sat up just in time to see Emily growl in frustration before slamming the door shut. That wasn't the end of it; Emily stormed into the living room and glared at Chris before shoving his legs off the sofa - sending Chris to the floor - and falling onto the sofa herself, her own face contorted with anger and reminding Wyatt a lot of Chris when he had stormed in here.

Was all this anger spreading?

Was it contagious?

Chris grumbled from where he was sprawled on the floor and slowly pushed himself up to his feet before falling into another chair that was in the living room, all the while he was glaring hatefully at Emily who was still laying on the sofa - the sofa he had been on - muttering insults to herself. And at that moment, Chris only hoped the insults she was muttering were directed at her.

Wyatt sent his brother a look when he read his thoughts and sighed as he looked back at his best friend, "um, Em?" He asked as he looked at the psychic carefully. He didn't know what had happened to cause his friend's grumbling or sounds of pure anger, but whatever it had been, it had struck a nerve. Wyatt could only feel pure anger, annoyance and betrayal coming from the younger witch; and that bothered him. "What's wrong?"

"Prue set me up on a blind date."

Wyatt felt his eyes go wide and he nodded as his previous statement had once again been proved true; when Prue got involved things turned out bad. There was another feeling fluttering around inside his stomach, but it wasn't for what Prue had done to Emily, it was the idea of it. He didn't know why, but the idea of Emily going on a blind date installed a fury in him like no other. There was another feeling in there too though, one that he couldn't identify.

That wasn't the point though, the fact that Prue had set Emily up on a date explained the feeling of betrayal and some of the annoyance he had felt, and maybe some of the anger, but it wasn't enough to add up to the emotional turmoil that he was sensing from Emily. Wyatt was about to ask what the problem was, but Emily beat him to the punch by letting out a noise that sounded to be half way through a wail of frustration and a shout of anger.

"She was going on about how I needed to get back out in the dating scene," Emily began, "and I told her not to meddle! Then do you know what your cousin said?" She questioned when she sent Wyatt a dirty look, leaving Wyatt to frown. When people were upset, why did it make Prue only his cousin? "She said it was too late for her not to meddle," Emily shrieked angrily. "It's too late because she already had a date set up for me!"

"So, want to help me kill her?" Chris asked Emily when he thought of all the trouble Prue had caused in his life that very day.

Seeing Emily nod along with Chris, Wyatt shook his head and took a deep breath. "Okay, before you two run off to kill Prue, why don't you all calm down?" He looked at Chris, "okay, Prue did the right thing by forcing you to talk to Hazel, you two needed to talk, so no more plotting to kill her for you. And Em," Wyatt began as he looked at Emily. "Would you going on a … date," he choked out, unable to keep the look of pure horror off his face. "Really be that bad?"

"Yes!" Emily exclaimed, "It's a blind date, Wyatt! I don't even know who the guy is!" She pointed out, "he could be local drug dealer or a gang member and I might not know! I mean, who knows where Prue met this guy too!" She groaned, "And the worst part of it is, I agreed. She convinced me to go along with it! She freaking set me up on a date to go out to dinner with a guy and I said yes! God, I'm an idiot!"

"Yes you are," Chris agreed.

Wyatt continued to ignore his brother and the anger that was flowing through his veins and the building feeling that was growing in the pit of his stomach that he still couldn't identify. "Em, I know you don't like the idea of blind dates, but I'm sure Prue would never set you up with someone unless she knew he was a good guy," Wyatt pointed out while his eyes narrowed. At least she had better not have. "So I think you really are blowing this out of-"

Emily would listen though, by now she was hysterical. "Do you know what this means?" She demanded, "It means that I actually have to do this! I'm going to actually have to go out with this guy!"

Chris nodded, and despite his own anger at the half-cupid, Chris couldn't help but taunt his unofficial big sister. "Em, I know you haven't been on a date recently, but you having to go out on the date if usually what happens when you say yes to the date."

"Chris!" Wyatt scolded, his voice hitting close to a wail as it increased with the frustration that was building. His brother was not helping the matters any, and Wyatt understood that Chris was currently upset with Prue, but that did not mean he had to fuel the fire with the Prue and Emily dilemma!

Chris shrugged, "I just happen to think that a date would be good for her." Chris said simply as he looked over at Emily, "Come on Em, listen to me. Stop freaking out and listen to me! You haven't been out on a date in a while, so I think this is exactly what you need. You need a chance to go out and have fun without us being there, you need a life outside of the 'seven,'" Chris said as he formed quotations with his fingers. "And I know you've been hurt before and you don't think you're ready, but maybe you are ready. And who knows? Maybe this is the guy for you." Chris commented when he saw the vein in Wyatt's forehead begin to pulse with those words. He finally understood his cousin's logic in this case - he was still mad at her - but no one could deny that Prudence Charlotte Halliwell was a genius.

Still a cruel, vindictive, meddling person, but a genius nonetheless.

She was forcing Wyatt and Emily together by setting up Emily on a date to make Wyatt jealous. Genius. This was defiantly Prue at her best because looking at Wyatt, Chris knew it was working.

Emily sighed, "Fine I'll think about it," she muttered and that was when the phone rang.

Author's Notes : AHa, I liked Prue's insult for the person on the phone :) . So,Hazel knows is researching who Gideon was. So should she figure out the whole trying to kill Wyatt/ succeeding in killing Chris thing out on her own, or should Chris tell her? At the moment I don't know if I'm going to have them as a couple right away, or at all, but I think it would be nice for her to know who Gideon was, it would give Chris a friend that doesn't hold any ties to the other world for him, and someone magical he could confide in. Because as much as I love Victor and writing scenes with him, he doesn't get magic. So, Chris needs someone to talk too, and don't worry - in the next story I'll have someone else find out about the other timeline, meaning we will be that much closer to Wyatt and Company finding out - oh happy days! And our dear Henry Jr, what happened to him? Any guesses, a free cyber cookie to someone if they guess right, lol. Come on! So, please review.