A/N: I'm so sorry for the long wait. But I'm going to be uploading TWO chapters to make it up to all my faithful readers.

Chapter Eight
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Angelika wrapped her sweater around her tighter against the cold wind. After hearing so much information, she felt completely overwhelmed; the wind felt refreshing against her flushed face.

Chris is from the future. Wyatt is going to turn evil. Chris came from the future to stop Wyatt from turning evil. Chris gave her a Claddagh ring for her birthday.

Too much information was overloading her brain. Once she reached her destination, Golden Gate Park, she took a seat on the nearest bench and hugged her knees to her chest as she tried to sort out all the new information.

At least he finally told her his big secret, though it did take some pushing and prodding and yelling accusations of his sexuality.

She fingered the silver Claddagh ring. She didn't realize that she had unconsciously brought it along with her. The ring stood for love. Or friendship. She wondered which one it was meant as. She silently slipped it onto her right ring finger, heart pointing away from her body, showing that she was single. It fit perfectly.


Angelika didn't arrive back at the Manor for a couple of hours. When she did however, she was greeted with a mini birthday party, courtesy of Phoebe. The sisters, Leo, Darryl and Sheila were the only guests, and the foyer and dining room were decorated with balloons and streamers.

"Wow, you guys, you really didn't have to do this," she told them, after recovering from the surprise.

"Nonsense," Paige said, slinging an arm around the younger witch's shoulders, "It's not everyday that you turn twenty."

"I even baked a cake, just for you," added Piper.

"Well, thank for coming," she said, hugging Darryl as he handed her a wrapped present, "you really didn't have to get me anything."

"Don't worry about it," Sheila replied for them both. "Besides, Darryl Junior loves coming over to play with Wyatt."

"Who is watching them anyway?" Angelika asked.

"Chris is," Phoebe said, "He told us. Just that you know now. He thought he should give you some space." Angelika nodded, feeling everyone's eyes on her.

"Now this is a pretty lame party," Angelika said, with a teasing smile, breaking the silence, "Let's get some music on and I'll show you how to have a good time."


Later that night, after the Morrises had left and Angelika had been shooed away by the sisters from helping clean up, she peeked into Wyatt's nursery. True to what Phoebe had said Chris gave her her space and didn't show at all during the party. He had stayed upstairs in the nursery with Wyatt and Darryl Junior.

Now that she had had some time to think about everything, she was ready to talk.

The scene she stumbled upon melted her heart. Chris was carrying a sleeping Wyatt in his arms and was singing an unfamiliar lullaby.

"Hey, Chris?" she whispered, as to not wake Wyatt. "Can we talk?" Chris gently laid Wyatt down in his crib. He motioned for Angelika to take a seat in the rocking chair while he sat down in a nearby chair.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Thank you," she said. "For the present." She held up her right hand, displaying the ring.

"No problem," he replied. There was an awkward silence.

"So you're from the future," Angelika stated.

"I'm from the future," he nodded, confirming her statement.

"To save the world."

"To save the world."

"From Wyatt."

"From Wyatt." There was a silence again.

"So do you happen to know who's gonna win the next Superbowl?" Angelika smiled.

"So you're not mad?" Chris asked. From his experience of growing up around his aunts, he had been expecting yells of anger, or tears of betrayal. But not this.

"I've thought about it a lot since you've told me," Angelika said, "and I've realized that I can't really do anything about it, can I?"

"That's a very mature decision you've reached, Angelika," Chris commented, impressed.

"Is that such a surprise?" Angelika teased, "It is me after all."

Chris smiled. "So we're cool now?" he asked, extending his arm, asking for a handshake. Angelika moved to reach for it, but pulled back at the last second.

"One condition," Angelika said, "The whole me freaking out while you told me thing… never happened." Chris smiled as they shook hands, his hand engulfing her tiny one.

"Deal."


The next morning, Phoebe handed Angelika a long box, tied neatly with a pink ribbon.

"What's this for?" Angelika asked.

"It's your birthday present, silly," Phoebe told her, "You didn't think we weren't going to get you anything, did you?"

"But the party was great. And letting me live here and train under you guys is a gift itself."

"Well too bad," Phoebe said, "You have to take it, it's nonrefundable."

Angelika took the present and was shocked at what she saw. Wrapped delicately in baby blue tissue paper was an amazing hand-crafted athame. The silver glinted in the sunlight, and it was so polished, she could see her reflection perfectly.

"This is amazing," she said in awe. She carefully turned it over in her hand and saw that engraved in the hilt was a triquetra intertwined with a heart.

"I know, isn't it beautiful?" Phoebe said proudly. "Piper, Paige and I even blessed it, so it's extra special. I think Leo's getting a sheath for it, too, so that you can carry it around with you in case of emergencies."

Angelika threw her arms around Phoebe in a hug, careful to put her athame down first and she couldn't help the tears in her eyes.

"Thank you."