A/N: This is a short chapter, which follows direct after the last one. The next chapter will be longer and will be up soon.

Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or any of its characters.

"Piper, I can't believe you allowed them to move in", Phoebe said as soon as the whitelighters orbed out.

"Every heard of the saying; keep your friends close and your enemies closer. If they move in here, I might learn more about them."

Paige started to gather the plates. "Piper, do you really think you can get something out them?"

"Well, Melissa seems it little bit less secretive than her brother so I might get something out of her. And if I can trigger that power of her…"

"How do you want to do that", Paige smirked. "She doesn't even know how to use it herself."

"Exactly, I will use that to my advantage. She will use it unintentionally."

"Still, how?"

"Our power comes for our emotions, right", Phoebe said. "Wouldn't that be the same with her? I mean, she said she was irritated and then accidently used her power."

"So I just make her pissed off", Piper said triumphantly.

Piper took the dishes to the kitchen and placed them in het sink. As her sisters walked into the kitchen she asked: "What do you think about what they told us? About Paige adopting them."

"It fits with the memory I saw and would explain a lot", Paige said.

"We still can't dismiss the theory that it wasn't a memory, but some sort of mind manipulation", Piper cut her off.

"Even if that is the case, than Paige adopting them still would explain, why they know so much about us", Phoebe got between them. "Nevertheless I don't know what to think about their story. Part of it maybe through, but they are still keeping something for us."

"I agree, we have to know more. I'm gonna make sure that they spill their guts.

- In P3 -

Chris orbed into the backroom of Pipers club. He plumped down on the couch with his face in his hands. How could he let it happen that he would move into the manor. Living with his mother at his childhood home, he didn't know if he could handle that. It would be too painful, too hard to keep secret who he was. Melinda would have been fine there on her own. He should have known she would want him to stay at the same place. He never had expected his mother to agree.

He heard the sound of orbs. His sister had taken her sweet time in orbing here.

"What took you so long?"

"I wanted to borrow these."

Chris looked up to see Melinda holding several candles in her arms.

"Where are those for?"

"I thought it might be a good idea to take a break and have a ritual for the ones we lost." Melinda bit her lip. "We have to take a moment to grieve."

Chris just nodded. His sister placed the candles on the ground. A row of three with two before them. They both sat down in front of the candles.

"For the family we lost." Melinda lit the first candle in the back. As she moved to the next candle, she said: "For the friends that died."

Tears burned in his eyes.

"For the innocence we couldn't save", Melinda whispered while lighting the third candle.

"In this hour we commemorate two people who were very dare to us."

Chris took her hand and together they lit a candle.

"Penny Halliwell, our sweet cousin. You were so deeply scarred by this war. But despite everything you lost, you kept warmth in your heart. May you find peace." Melinda's voice got soft and shaky. Tears were streaming over her cheeks.

They lit the last candle. "Bianca Phoenix, our dare friend, ally and …", Melinda continued until Chris interrupted her. "And the love of my life. The world saw you as hard and cold, but I knew better. In your heart you were kind. You also were the bravest woman I ever met. Mostly because you had the courage to change from the side of evil to the side of good. I love you so very much."

Melinda took her brothers hand. They cried silently while staring at the fires.