A/N Sorry about the brevity of my last update, I had planned to have this chapter (unwritten at that point) follow the brief interplay between the demons, however, my son came home from school and needed the computer for homework- which trumps writing fanfic, heck it even trumps mama kickin butt at sudoku (and I am serious about my sudoku!) So I had to wait until he was all done. I know I have stated that shorter chapters equal quicker Desi updates but that last chapter was ridiculously short. So here is what should have been there…enjoy. Oops, also, although I haven't mentioned in awhile, I adore reviews, lets me know I haven't put the readers to sleep! So wake up! Let me know you care.

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"So what's first?" Jenna asked the confusing trio. Twins both named Chris and an older brother, although the Chris who arrived with Wyatt seemed older and more effective than the eldest brother. She shrugged; she had enough to deal with it without trying to figure out these three!

"First we look in the book," unnerving Chris called and those little bluish white bubbles left a large book in his hand which had previously been empty, "for the demon who attacked you," he continued and started to flip the pages in front of her. The edge of the huge book rested on the edge of her knee. A subtle ploy our time traveling Chris learned in the alternate future. The book was literally repelled by evil. When his mother and Aunts had first learned of their magical inheritance their source of wisdom had merely been a book that could not be removed from their ancestral home by demons, as their powers grew, however, the book evolved into not being able to touch evil. As the magic within the sisters grew the magical evil repellent nature of the book grew, it was directly linked with the Halliwell line. That line was now even stronger, Chris wondered idly what would happen if the demons- who were always after the book- came into contact with it now. By sharing the burden of the books weight with Jenna he was testing her goodness. He was devoted to helping innocence but he was also used to evil being tricky so he felt no guilt by not immediately trusting in the innocence of innocents.

Jenna was impressed despite herself, "This book is ancient. Look at all these spells! How in the world would a new witch, if that's what I am, ever catch up? I have a feeling that these books aren't in Barnes and Noble." The feisty blonde was full of questions, and wouldn't pause between them long enough for an answer, "You all have this long lineage, how did I get this way? My family is normal," she glanced at the Chris beside her, "No offense."

"None taken," he responded quickly. The innocent was a definite hottie and had he met her before Bianca…well who knows what would have happened? His green eyes suddenly steely he reminded himself that Wyatt had used Bianca and then killed her. He shot a dumbfounded Wyatt a look of hatred. He turned his attention back to the attractive blonde. "You don't worry about catching up; the craft is not a contest. You can write your own book. Maybe you have some magic in your ancestry, maybe you don't. Melinda Warren was the first for the Halliwells; maybe you're the first for the Morgans. Somebody has to be first. Maybe you won't have magical children, maybe you will. No one knows or understands the will of the Gods. You take a deep breath," he coached.

Jenna did as told with a minor humph of irritation. Deep breath in, release. She looked at Chris for further direction.

"You accept who you are and you take it one day at a time."

"Have you ever regretted it?" She asked the enigmatic man.

"Yes…often," he answered ruefully. "But, he," he indicated the Chris from our reality, "hasn't. Not ever. I don't think he ever will."

"Why do you?"

Chris closed his eyes against the sudden pain. Opening them and looking into her blue green eyes, his pain was apparent, "Short version of the long story is I am him, from a different future," he continued before she could ask her inevitable questions, "my future was bleak and magic took everything, everyone I loved. Now, you're head is probably reeling and it's all too much to grasp, so we won't delve into time travel or the dos and don'ts involved." He indicated the book. "One thing at a time; let's see if your hunchbacked friend is in here." He settled the book fully on her lap and got up to join his brother and himself. In a low tone he began, "I don't know about sending her home. She said she lives alone. I don't know how safe she'll be and until we get rid of the demon currently after her," he said to reinforce what his outspoken counterpart blurted earlier, that this girl, because of her power, would be a target for the rest of her life. "And until we have her talk with…." He trailed, unsure of his cousin's name. Paige had never had children in his time.

"Samantha," Chris answered the unspoken question.

"Samantha," Chris' alternate self repeated, "So that Jenna can try to get a handle on her magic and what she can do with it, which would make it easier for her to defend herself from the inevitable onslaught. I think she should stay here."

"Where do you think she's going to sleep?" Chris asked himself in a hissed whisper. "There are two beds here, I am not doubling up with you, sorry, man, but sleeping with yourself has a whole new creepy context when there are actually two of yourself and she is not going to share a bed with anyone. We have one couch. So who gets the floor?"

"Easy, Wyatt can conjure another bed, hell Wyatt can conjure an extra bedroom," bitterness crept into Chris' voice, "And I am sleeping at the manor. I never got much time with mom and Mel so I'm taking advantage. And I refuse to share a bed with either of you and I will not sleep on a bed that Wyatt conjured."

"There he is!" Jenna gasped excitedly, pointing in the book to show the men, interrupting their conversation. Reading aloud she said, "Bradas, a minor demon, tricked into servitude by Yickem. A minion of minor power devoted to a creature of slightly more power." She paused, "That's good isn't it? 'Minor power' sounds like we can defeat him."

"What does it say about Yickem?" Wyatt asked.

"Minor demon, best known for tricking Bradas…hungry for power…never known to face a witch of true power…most likely to never challenge the Halliwell line." She grinned brightly, "That's good news too, right? I mean once he knows you're involved…"

"It also says that Yickem has been around for centuries. That's a long time to be power hungry," Hard eyed Chris interjected.

"You think he might be bold enough?" Chris asked.

Chris 2 nodded, "In my experience, yes. If he's tired of being a small footnote, under the demon who serves him, he might be more inclined to convert her for the power she has."

"Convert?" Jenna asked crossing her arms over her chest in what Chris assumed was her normal stance.

"A witch has a set amount of time to decide if she's a good witch," Chris mimicked Glenda the Good witch from The Wizard of Oz, "or a bad witch."

Wyatt elbowed his brother in the chest, sure that the girl was not amused by Chris' love of old movie trivia.

"And if he somehow convinces me to go the way of the Sith, how does that increase his power?" She asked. Wyatt and Chris both stared slack jawed at the blonde. Who knew there was someone out there who was as much an old movie nerd as Chris?

The Chris who was not nonplussed by this development answered, "I'm not sure what the hell you just said, but it doesn't say in the book just how Yickem tricked Bradas into servitude, maybe that's what he hopes to do with you. Then he can use your power for himself."

"Unless he has a power stealing athame…" Chris interjected.

"But Mom and the aunts went on a rampage before magic ended and destroyed every power stealing athame they could find, and they were rare to begin with," Wyatt added.

"They did?" Time traveling Chris asked with respect. They rarely showed that much determination when I tried to prod them to defeat a few demons," he continued almost to himself. "Regardless, we will figure out how he hopes to use your powers."

"Can we do it tomorrow?" Jenna yawned, "It's been a long day and I need time to process, as well as some sleep."

"About that," Chris winced, "We kind of think you should stay here until we have it all figured out."

"What?!" Jenna screeched, causing all three men to wince.