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Warning: This story contains spanking of teenager

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Chapter 7 Caught One Rebel

Chris slowly woke up, he sat up and looked around, shit; he was back in his room in the manor. How had he gotten here? Last thing he remembered was dancing at P3 and some big guy picking him up. Damn it, how had he gotten home? And who the hell had undressed him, he was only in a t-shirt and boxers. He needed to leave; he was not waiting around for answers. He slowly got up, he swayed on his feet as the room spun around him, and he fell back down onto the bed. Shit he thought, someone please make the room stop spinning. He was contemplating getting back up when he realized that the room still seemed to be spinning, he moaned as his stomach protested. He quickly got up and barely made it to the restroom as he emptied the contents of his stomach. He was hugging the toilet when he felt a cool towel being applied to his neck, damn that felt good. He didn't need to turn around to know it was his aunt Phoebe.

"Thanks" he muttered as he leaned against the wall.

"Mmmmm" was Phoebe's reply. She watched as her nephew quickly leaned over the toilet again and retched again. He was a pitiful sight; she hoped this was a lesson to him. She wondered if he realized just how much trouble he was in. The only reason she was the one helping him was that she was the only one up at this hour. Piper and Leo had just gone to sleep a couple of hours ago, after having stayed up until about one this morning waiting up for their son. They needed their rest, before dealing with the issue. The issue, which was currently hugging the toilet like it was his new best friend.

"Come on Chris, I'll help you get back in bed," she said.

"No, I stay here, okay," he muttered.

"No, not okay, you need to rest, believe me you need to rest before your parents get their hands on you kid."

"Not funny, not funny Aunt Phoebe," he said as he was trying to get up because Phoebe was pulling on his arm.

"Yeah, well, come on it's into bed for you," she said as she led him down the hallway to his bedroom. She gave him a slight shove and watched as he crawled back into bed. She slowly closed the door behind her and left for work. She was sure glad she wasn't going to be here for the aftermath of Chris's rebellion.

Piper was making breakfast, she was once again waiting for her son to get up and join his family, but unlike yesterday, he wasn't leaving the manor. As far as she was concerned, he wasn't leaving her sight for a minute. She was still mad about yesterday's incident. When Brian had called her at about twelve –thirty she'd been concerned something had happened at the club, until he'd explained the situation. Apparently, she needed to pick up Chris at P3 because he was drunk. Leo and she had quickly left for P3 in her car, because Leo had said that Brian would become suspicious if they got there to fast. She was glad Leo had thought about that because when they got to P3 Brian started apologizing to her and Leo immediately, claiming that he had thought Chris was older and wouldn't had served him alcohol otherwise, and how he didn't know Chris was their son. Brian had rambled on and on about Chris looking older one moment and younger the next, but Brian wasn't really sure if he had just imagined it or what. She had glanced at Leo he nodded to her. She knew with that nod that it would be fine Leo would fix it. They'd collected their son and had driven home. Leo had orbed him to his room and she'd insisted on making him comfortable, so she had Leo help her undress him. That had proved difficult, and Leo had kept murmuring words like "comfortable, he won't be comfortable after I'm finished with him." She'd gone to bed and Leo had gone to fix the Brian problem. She felt bad about Brian but Chris had unintentionally exposed magic and she didn't want any problems. When he'd returned Leo had assured her that nobody would remember Chris being at P3 last night, he'd taken care of it, the girls he'd danced with, Brian, Paul and anyone that had come in contact with Chris; she hadn't asked how he'd done it, because she suspected it involved a lot more than memory dust. She was bracing herself for the upcoming battle that was sure to ensure when Chris finally got up, because she knew that if she was still upset, more so was Leo.

Leo was standing in the doorway of his son's room watching him sleep. He was thinking of everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. Wyatt's spell over Chris had been lifted and Chris true age had been found out. This had led to Chris being un-glamoured and a list of rules to be produced, rules that his son had managed to break a few short hours later. He was still mad about that, not to mention the fact that he had to use one of his elder powers to erase a bunch of memories, erasing memories of events was always dangerous and neither he nor his fellow elders liked having to do it. But it had been necessary last night and he'd done it. What the hell had he been thinking? Had he not understood them? He knew the answers of course, Chris was trying to make a point, that he wasn't about to follow rules and that they did not control him. Well he also had a point to make to his son: his parents made the rules and he was going to oblige to them or face the consequences of his actions.

Chris slowly opened his eyes, he felt like someone was watching him. Sure enough, Wyatt was sitting next to him and smiling. Damn, why didn't mom have him with her?

"Wyatt, were did you orb off to?" Chris heard his mother's voice a second or two before she walked into his room.

"There you are, don't scare mommy like that again Wyatt," said Piper as she picked Wyatt up and looked at Chris.

Chris watched as his mom picked Wyatt up and looked over at him. She just stared at him, it was unnerving, he had to look away and when he did, his mom started to walk out the room.

"You'd better not leave this room, understand?" she demanded. Chris just nodded and his mom seemed satisfied. She walked out with Wyatt, talking to him about it being time for his nap, since mommy and daddy had to deal with Chris.

Chris gulped, his mom was obvious still mad. She was putting Wyatt down for a nap so dad and she could deal with him. That didn't sound good. I need to get out of here, he thought. He quickly got up, still feeling a little off, but nothing like earlier. He snagged jeans and a t-shirt off the chair and quickly dressed. He quickly stood and orbed. What? He didn't move at all. He tried again, nothing. He couldn't orb. How? Who? He didn't understand why he couldn't orb. He heard a snicker and looked towards the door. Paige was watching him, she was actually laughing at him.

"Dude, you can't leave the manor, your orbing days are over," she said laughing.

"What?"

"Your dad took away your power to orb," she said smiling.

"Why?"

"Do you even need to ask, oh, nephew of mine, you are in so much trouble."

"Whatever, Paige," said Chris annoyed.

"You won't be saying whatever soon, because I know this elder who is pretty pissed off at you and I believe his exact words not five minutes ago where "I'm going to straighten him out", so if I were you, I'd be worried," said Paige.

Chris just looked at his aunt as she made fun of his situation. Damn it, he needed to find a way out of this. Leo was apparently pretty mad, okay so he knew Leo was pissed at him. He probably will make me regret this rebellion if I don't get out of here, he thought. Just thinking at what Leo might say or do, caused him panic.

Paige watched as Chris went from annoyed at her for laughing at him to full-blown panicked. Her comment about Leo had obviously caused the panic, which was what she had intended. He deserved it; yesterday they had all been panicked, worrying about him. She wasn't sure what Leo and Piper were going to do about this situation but she sure hoped they put a stop to his recklessness. She could guess at what Leo wanted to do, but wasn't sure how Piper would react to that. Hell, after what Chris had done yesterday, she hoped Leo did do what he was thinking about doing, because as far as she was concerned Chris deserved it.

"Chris, I made lunch for you," said Piper as she poked her head into the room.

"I'm not ….." started Chris only to be cut off by Piper.

"I'm not asking, I'm telling you, you will go down to the kitchen and have lunch young man, understand?" demanded Piper.

"Yes," Chris new better than to argue with his mom when she was mad. He quickly walked past Paige and his mom and headed down to the kitchen.

When Chris walked into the kitchen, he found himself face to face with Leo. Leo just moved out of the way and pointed to a chair. Chris quickly sat in the chair Leo pointed out. Chris put his head down; he didn't want to look at Leo who had sat across from him. He heard a plate clink and he looked up; his mom had placed some sandwiches and chips in front of him. His stomach protested at the thought of eating. Chris slowly pushed the plate away from him.

"I said you were going to eat Chris, so eat," said Piper as she watched her son push the plate of food away.

"Not hungry," he muttered.

"I'm not asking you if you want to, you are going to eat something."

"Mom, I can't," he whined.

"Why not?" she asked

"Mom…you know why," he whined.

"Oh...You mean you don't feel so good, after last night?" she asked innocently.

"Mom," he whined

"You will eat something Chris, it will settle your stomach, and frankly I need to make sure you that you eat because apparently you don't have the time to eat, since you missed breakfast, lunch and dinner yesterday," said Piper.

"Mom, I ate yesterday, what makes you think I didn't?"

"Oh, you mean you managed to eat between your tantrum and getting drunk," she demanded.

"I didn't have a tantrum and who cares if I drink; it's none of your business anyway."

"Excuse me; I'm your mother, everything you do is my business."

"You're not my mother yet," stated Chris.

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