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A/N: Sorry that it's taken a little while to update.

But unfortunately eventually the two of them came back to reality sometime near the end of the ballgame. Chris looked at Peter and he knew that Peter could feel his eyes on him, it was part of their connection, they just knew sometimes things like that.

"Peter." Chris started but Peter interrupted.

"No Chris I'm not ready... I'm not." he added when Chris opened his mouth to argue.

"Peter the longer that you wait the harder it's going to be to tell them." Peter sighed.

"I know that, but that still doesn't meant that I'm ready to tell them." he said. Chris sighed but decided to stop pushing till later, after all it was his fault that their family didn't know Peter. Peter stood up and walked away, apparently they were going to talk whether or not he wanted to and the middle of a baseball game was not the place to talk about the kind of things they were bound to talk about. Chris seemed to understand where they were going because when they both hit the top they headed as one back to the supply closet they had orbed into to begin with. Another two minutes and they were no longer at the stadium but on the top of Brooklyn bridge and Chris couldn't figure out who orbed who there.

"Peter I'm s-"Peter shook his head.

"Please just stop apologizing, I get it. I really do and I'd probably have done the same thing if I had been able to come up with something like that so PLEASE stop apologizing." Peter/Xander pleaded. Chris merely nodded his head in response.

"Did you tell them?" Peter/Xander asked and Chris frowned as he didn't understand.

"Tell our family? I said I wouldn't and I didn't." Peter shook his head.

"No my slayers." Chris nodded he hadn't stayed there long just long enough to tell them that Xander wouldn't' be coming back for awhile and that he was okay. Peter nodded as well but he looked a tiny bit relived at the news.

"What are am I going to tell them?" Chris frowned again.

"Your slayers?" he asked.

"Them too, but I was more thinking about Buffy, Willow and some other people." Chris nodded now understanding the question.

"I'm a witch, I've been the normal guy all my life and now I'm a witch son of …." he trailed off and sat down and looked down at the cars. Chris sat down as well and looked at the cars which looked like ants from as far up as they were.

"Everything's different." Xander/Peter said under his breath then looked at him with a slight smile "The only thing that is the same is you." Chris felt a smile creep up on his face as well.

"I just wish that I knew what to do how to deal with all of this." Xander/Peter said then gave a long sigh.

"We'll figure it out." Chris tried to say as comforting as possible but was only met with another long loud sigh and barely audible.

"I hope so."

A/N: Sorry that it's kind of short; Review please :)