I am sorry that it has taken me so long to post the next chapter but I put this story on hold as I wasn't sure how to carry it on and I didn't want to sacrifice the story by writing something that I wasn't 100% happy with.

Chapter Four

Have you ever felt like no matter what you do or no matter how hard you try you can never please everyone. Chris Halliwell did! Back home he could never please his father. No matter how hard he tried he could never hold his attention. Here it was the other way round. It was his mother that had no time for him, who avoided him at all costs. It was something he could hardly bear. His mother had always been the one constant in his life. No matter how strained his relationship became with Leo, he knew his mother loved him. Being with a Piper that hated his very existence was killing him. He needed his mother's love whatever the cost.

He had two options. Go home or stay here and make the best of it. Going home was not an option. He had burned all bridges back there when he struck Leo with the poisonous arrow from the darklighter's bow. So it was to plan B then! Stay here and become the son that Piper so desperately needed him to be to love him.

Orbing into the kitchen he found Piper mixing what looked like a potion together. "Mom," He watched her involuntary cringe at the sound of him calling her that.

"Yes," she snapped not even turning to face him "What do you want?"

"I…I," he stammered

"What is it Chris?" she barked "I'm busy"

"I was wondering if I could help?" he answered meekly the whole time thinking please don't blow me up.

Piper spun around with a surprised look on her face "You want to help me?" she answered in disbelief "I'm making a potion to kill good witches. And you want to help me"

Chris swallowed hard, every part of his body screamed no. No I don't want to help you. But instead he smiled pleasantly "Yes I want to help you,"

"Alright," she answered cautiously "You can help me. BUT…" she barked, "You mess this up and I'll make sure the next batch I make, I use on you,"

Chris didn't answer; he just nodded and began to help Piper. The whole time praying that she would not use him as a guinea pig once the potion was finished.

Piper stood at the door looking into Chris' bedroom. Photographs plastered the walls, all his own. He had a great talent, a keen eye and the ability to interpret anything through a camera's lens. It was something he had inherited from his Auntie Prue. He had grown more and more like her each day. Always hiding his feelings to spare others, keeping problems to himself, holding back the tears to look brave and not draw attention to himself.

Crossing over to his bed she sat down and picked up a photograph upon his bedside table. It was of her and Chris taken when he was a toddler. He was standing on the park bench she was sat on with his arms wrapped around her shoulders.

"Mommy's boy,"

Piper span to face the door where Phoebe stood with a sad smile on her face.

"Not anymore," Piper sighed. She was so tired, both emotionally and physically. "I don't know how much longer I can fight. He's gone, I've lost my baby and I'm never getting him back"

"Piper," Phoebe softy approached her sister and sat down next to her. "You can't give up honey, he needs you,"

Piper put the picture back down on the table "If he needed me, he'd be here wouldn't he,"

"Things aren't always that simple hun," Phoebe wrapped her arm round her sister and pulled her close "He probably feels that he's burnt his bridges after what happen with Leo,"

"How am I supposed to get him back if I don't know where he is?"

"I think I have away," Matt said from the doorway.