Disclaimer: What would I buy if were rich, and owned Charmed? Hmm… Probably a tree house in the middle of the forest. Look out my window. Do you see any forest? No. Well than I think it's safe to say I do not own Charmed.

When Chris returned from his shower, Wyatt had recovered himself completely. "Christopher Perry Halliwell! We are going to talk about this." said Wyatt in a tone he had inherited from his mother.

"About what, Wy?" said Chris genuinely confused.

"Never mind we can talk about it later. Right now we are going to celebrate your birthday!" said Wyatt excitedly.

"Ok, one moment your all serious and the next you're proposing we have a celebration. The directions your mind goes make my head hurt." said Chris still not grasping what they were going to discuss in this talk that would take place latter. "Now I'm going to bed. After all I don't think experts have proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that insanity is not contagious."

"Chrissy! Come on it's your birthday. Don't you want to celebrate?" asked Wyatt.

"Look Wyatt, I don't particularly enjoy the day I was born. Neither does the rest of the family. I suggest you just drop it before you go upsetting people." said Chris. The mention of his birthday had brought up bad memories from the other timeline.

"Are you saying that they don't enjoy the fact that you are here?" said Wyatt, stunned that his little brother would even suggest that.

"Not that that's not true, but no that's not what I'm saying." said Chris mentally slapping himself for not seeing the flaws in his wording.

"Then what are you saying?" said Wyatt.

"I'm saying it brings up old memories that are best left forgotten. Just drop it okay?" Chris said.

"I'll drop it for tonight, but only because it's your birthday." said Wyatt still fully intending to throw a party. The day was Saturday which meant that he had all of Sunday for the party. Satisfied Chris lay his head down and tried to fall asleep. As soon as Chris' head was down Wyatt went to find his mother. She was down in the living room conversing with Leo.

"Hey sport. What's up?" she greeted.

"Do you know what day it is?" Wyatt asked.

"No, what day?" asked Piper.

"It's the 19th!" proclaimed Wyatt. At the confused look from his parents Wyatt sighed "Chris' birthday." At this his mother visibly paled. 'At least she cares when she notices!' thought Wyatt. 

Suddenly Piper burst into sobs. Wyatt thought that they were, because she had forgotten her son's birthday, but apparently he was wrong.

"Why'd you have to go and remind her?" asked Leo angrily "What's Chris doing whining to you anyway?" Wyatt could not believe his ears. They didn't care that it was their son's birthday. They only cared about some past event. Orbing up to his and Chris' room Wyatt found Chris sitting wide awake on his bed.

"Why'd you have to go do that?" said Chris shaking his head and closing his eyes. Chris still had his mask on, but all he really felt like doing was crying. He could feel two knives going through him. One knife being a real one from 15 years previous. The next of a more metaphorical type. Now brought to light by his parents forgetting, and ignoring his birthday all the years hurt worse. Pain from both timelines assaulted him, making emotional attacks on his defenseless mind. At least he knew that his parents had loved him. Granted, this version of Piper and Leo had only loved the other version of Chris, and the other versions of his parents had never loved any Chris. It was still enough even if they only loved him then, because they had to at least love him once.

If his parents could love him then they could do it now. If it had only been for a month before, but this time he couldn't seem to figure out a way to make them love him for even a minute. He let a single tear fall from his closed eyes. He vowed that, that would be the last time he cried. Especially the last time for Piper and Leo. He wouldn't mourn their love anymore. He wouldn't try to gain their love anymore. They gave up on him, now he was doing the same. He wasn't going to try any harder to make them love him. Because love is a magic between two people that cannot be conjured, and cannot be explained.

A/N: If you don't remember or haven't seen the first season Piper says that last sentence after she and Phoebe cast a love spell. I'm adding this last sentence to my a/n because it means I have more than 800 words.