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Side note! I got a review from a guest fanfictioner, about inconsistencies and grammar mistakes. Excuse me, I don't have a beta writer and as much as I'd like to think I am, I'm not a native English speaker or writer. I usually write whenever I'm in the mood for 'my own version' of something and I usually write quite late (I see the grammar mistakes when I re-read my chapters, but I don't always go back online to fix it all. Those I noticed, will be fixed now. Others, you'll just have to ignore! Or PM me if it really bothers you. But I personally, read a lot of fan fiction and almost nobody here is a 'real' author so- just enjoy the story line and don't get stuck on grammar or whatever.
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"What are you doing here?" Piper asked confused as she stared in shock at her older – deceased – but corporeal sister.
"Hi Piper! It's so good to see you. You look great!" Prue said as she hugged her younger- but now older sister.
"It's good to see you too. Prue, what are you doing here, why? How are you here?" Piper asked. Then suddenly her surprised face turned into an angry one. "Who summoned her? We're not allowed to summon your great aunt— Chris!" She yelled as she turned towards her youngest son.
"Ugh- I'm the great aunt now? I'm not that old you know." Prue complained at the same time that Chris had turned to glare at his mother, "Hey! What're you looking at me for?"
"Really?" Piper asked Chris with a knowing glance. Chris was known to find loopholes, being too smart for his own good.
"Piper?" Prue called out her sister's attention. "None of your boys is at fault here. The ban has been lifted, you can finally summon me!"
Piper's mouth dropped in shock as her eyes filled with tears, "Really? Oh my god, Prue…" – once more hugging her sister fiercely – "There's so much I want to tell you – so much you've missed."
"Oh, don't be so sure about that. I've been watching." Prue said proudly and with an enthusiastic smirk.
Wyatt rolled his eyes and muttered, "Nosy witches."
Prue slapped his head lightly, "You'd do the same- if you were dead."
"Aunty Prue!" 8-year-old Melinda squealed out as she ran into the kitchen to greet her aunt.
"Hey Mellie! Look at you- getting big!" Prue said sweetly, taking in Piper's youngest. She was practically Piper's twin, long brown hair, soulful brown eyes. Yep- definitely a Halliwell.
"Breakfast is almost ready. Where's dad, mom?" Chris interrupted suddenly with a slight frown upon his face- as he sensed for his father in the house but didn't find him. "He got called in early this morning- should be right back." Piper replied whilst at the same time Wyatt glanced at his little brother for a moment, sensing just a hint of something before Chris has already thrown up a barrier and stared knowingly at Wyatt. Wyatt glared at his brother, mentally pushing him to give in- but Chris wouldn't budge. No matter how powerful Wyatt was, Chris was mentally a lot stronger than him. Wyatt sighed in concern as he gave up pushing – having no poker face at all – Piper, being a mother and knowing her boys through-and-through, noticed.
"What is it Wyatt?" She asked.
"Nothing." Wyatt muttered, earning himself a look from his mother that said 'who-are-you-trying-to-fool?' "I don't know. I got a strange feeling, but then he blocked me." He replied exasperated as he nodded in his brother's direction.
Piper immediately turned towards Chris looking him over from head to toe. "Blocked you?" Prue asked curious. "I've heard about the bond you two have, how does it work? Does it apply to Melinda too?" She asked Wyatt. "How come we didn't have such a bond?" She directed towards Piper.
Wyatt shrugged his shoulders, "It just does, it's always been there."
Shaking his head at his brother's ignorance, Chris butted in: "It's just me and Wyatt." He replied with a gravelly voice, annoyed that they were talking about him like he wasn't even in the room, before clearing his throat. "Aunt Prue, you might've had it- hadn't Grams bound your powers when you were younger. The bond is as strong as it is, because Wyatt and I are too much alike, both half-bloods – excuse the Harry Potter reference – whilst Melinda is purely witch and about half my age." He finished whilst shortly rubbing his right temple- a headache forming.
"Oookay- Mr. Witch-y-pedia." Wyatt replied before narrowing his eyes at Chris and orbing glasses on his nose. "Now I know why you felt strange, you're sick."
"Chris, personal gain!" Melinda whined, if she wasn't allowed to use her magic than neither were her brothers.
"Orbing is a Whitelighter power, that doesn't count." Wyatt replied, whilst Chris turned towards his mother. "It wasn't me." He said annoyed but adjusted the glasses a bit better on his nose and was actually relieved. Even though his eyesight wasn't that bad, like at all, whenever he had to read a lot, was stressed or had a headache the glasses helped to lessen the strain on his eyes.
Turning back to his brother he continued defensive, "And no I'm not. I'm fine."
"Peanut, we all know you don't prefer to wear your glasses anymore- when you can wear contacts. And the only reason you can't wear your contacts is because you have a headache. How bad mister?" Piper asked, hands posed at her hips- looking stern for a 5'2 woman – up against her youngest son who was nearly 6 feet at the age of 16.
"Fine- it's just a little headache, really- I'm fine." Chris replied annoyed. Yes- he'd been having headaches a lot- ever since the dreams (or should he say memories) kept giving his mind information overload and not a lot of rest.
"So fine, that you just dropped the glamour on your eyes?" Wyatt asked concerned now for his little brother. Piper once more focused in on Chris, she hadn't noticed but luckily Wyatt had. Every since that faithful day that Chris gained the ability to glamour- he'd been doing it so naturally that he usually didn't even have to think about it anymore. The striking, immersive green eyes looking back at her now- with anger- told her that Wyatt was indeed right.
"I'm wearing my glasses, whatever color my eyes are shouldn't bother anyone." Chris replied frustrated. He hated when everyone's attention was on him- especially regarding his health or his powers.
Ok, intervention time – thought Prue – as she laid a hand on Chris' shoulder focusing his attention on her' "Chris, that's not why we were asking. We're just worried. Even I know that you haven't been getting enough rest. You should get some more, take the day of—"
"But what about you-" Chris intervened.
"I'm not going anywhere, kiddo. I'll check up on you in a bit. You're not getting rid of me that easily, trust me." Prue said with a wink and a smirk. "Now scoot- back to bed you."
Shyly Chris replied on his upstairs, "Thanks aunt Prue."