The Neighbors

-Age: Fourteen-

Chris stood there in the living room. It was his birthday today. He wasn't feeling up to it. He just wanted to sit around and mope.

The day before he had fought with Laveda and she hadn't spoke to him since then.

"Come on bro, there are other fish in the sea. Whatever chick is bothering you today, get over her," Wyatt said as he plopped down on the couch next to Chris. Chris sent a glare at his big brother.

"Its Vida," Chris said and Wyatt pinched his lips at that.

"Ah, sucks for you then. Come on Chris; don't let some woman get you down. It's your birthday," Wyatt said.

"Some Woman, so glad to know how I rank to you," a familiar voice said before a hand reached out and slapped Wyatt in the back of the head.

"Nice of you to join us V," he said before moving out of her reach as her hand tried to slap him. He smiled as his mom came in carrying a cake. "I'm sorry about being a jerk."

Laveda smiled at him. "It's okay Chris," she told him and he smiled at her. Her eyes got wide as an idea came to Chris's mind. "Oh no."

With that she began to sprint off up the stairs. He was hot on her tail. As they got to his bedroom door he grabbed her and they fell to the ground laughing. Somehow she managed to manipulate it so that he landed on bottom. Maybe it was him trying to protect her from the fall. He wasn't sure.

After a moment the laughing stopped and they looked at each other. She began to bend forward as if to kiss him and he held his breath. Then her lips met his and he closed his eyes while pulling her closer to him.

It was several long minutes later, when both of their air supplies had run out, did they pull away from each other's embrace. He looked at her, her cheeks red from flush.

"Happy birthday, Chris," she whispered while biting her lower lip. He smiled at her before standing up. Then he reached down and helped her to her feet.

In his mind, all he could think was this is the best birthday ever.

-Age:Twenty-One-

"Come on, Chris," a voice called and the twenty-one year old hurried down the steps of his house. His eyes glanced to see his beautiful wife standing at the door with a baby carrier on one arm while his two year old daughter's hand in his wife's.

"Sorry," he states as he takes the carrier from her while kissing her lips gently.

"Daddy, we be late," his daughter exclaimed annoyed. Her wavy brown hair was pulled out of her eyes into a long braid he'd put it in. Out of him and his wife he was the only one capable of braiding hair. He'd been doing it since Vera was little. Speaking of, his eyes glanced around the room.

"I'm here," Vera mumbled while coming down the stairs, phone in hand. "Mom apologizes, she forgot which flight was hers so she won't be there tonight."

"I'm sure Ura will forgive your mom," Laveda says before ruffling the girl's hair. With that they head out to the van. He puts the carrier which is holding Perry, his son, in the back seat. While Vida buckles the little girl in. He hops in the driver's seat but she shakes her head. He sighs before getting into the passenger seat.

Vera chuckles from the back seat and both adults shoot the fifteen year old a glare. She is instantly silent.

They drive to the Manor. They get there they find children, happy and living, running all around.

"Grandma Ira," Vida calls as she looks at her normal maternal grandmother.

"Hello Innocent One," Ira laughs while looking at the children. "My Patient one, you've grown big haven't you?" Their daughter nods her head enthusiastically. Ira Todd then looks at Vera. "Oh, is that my eldest great granddaughter I see standing there?"

"It's me Grandma," Vera said before hugging the older woman. Just then two young boys run past.

"Xander, Callaghan, no running indoors," Vida calls after her nephews.

"Hey bro," a voice calls and they turn to see Wyatt standing there.

"Hey Wyatt, where's the birthday girl?" Chris calls as they both smile. Both are aware of the other future, both have memories though hazy as they are. They are thankful that they got a second chance to make things better.

"Mom's got Ura, probably showing her embarrassing photos of us at this age," Wyatt says and all three adults laugh. They stand in the main hall, looking around at the scene.

All of Vida's sister's – all that is except the runaway Ebony and the airheaded Talbot that is – and Chris's sister – who had not existed in the other reality – are there. Most of the people who had been dead are alive now, in this version of time. Children, even children who had not existed in the other reality, are here. Ura's friends, cousins, everyone, have gathered here.

It was perfect, or as perfect as it could be. No, it wasn't normal, because in the magical world there is no such thing. It was almost perfect – or as close as the Halliwells' could ever get.

[Well, that's it for this story. What did you guys think? Did you like it, did you hate it, or was it just okay leaving you with no opinions? I thank everyone who has kept with the story this long and I thank everyone who has left me a review. They were much appreciated… Thanks again – Obsessed.]