Hi, so here is the last chapter before the Christmas break. I hope you enjoy it. I wish everyone who celebrates Christmas great holidays.

thanks a lot to piperspeanut for her help.

Chapter 38

Wyatt used some gel on his hair to make it look acceptable. He washed his hands and straightened out his shirt. Leaving the bathroom, he descended the stairs and got his jacket and keys. When he put his hand on the door knob it opened from outside and Chris almost ran into him.

"Hey, you smell like you are going out," the younger grinned. "Are you meeting Sue again?"

"No, I am not. I'm going to see Jen; I thought you and Sue talked sometimes. Didn't she tell you that we had fun but decided not to, go out again. You know with her going to New York and everything."

"How mature; can't believe you already have a new girl to go out with. It's crazy."

"Well, I'm an open person. I love to meeting new people. Now, I'm off. Dad's not here either so you might want to search for someone to spend your Friday night with."

"I will be busy searching then. Sue's at her grandma's over the weekend, Amy has a concert in her church and Matt's at the bar mitzwa of his cousin Jitzchak."

Wyatt pulled a face. "What strange friends you have. Well, anyway, have a great night. Relax, do what you want. You have the whole Manor for yourself, if there's a problem just call."

Chris decided on getting some food but found nothing that satisfied him. After checking out what was on TV, he understood that it was pretty stupid to stay in the half dark house alone on a Friday night. It was pitiful. Unfortunately he had no more friends he would like to spend time with, so he orbed out to see some of his relatives.

Henry Mitchell was calling for his wife for the tenth time now and expected her to orb in next to him in the kitchen but found it was in fact his nephew.

"Chris...good to see you, I take it you are not going out tonight?" the parole officer asked.

"No, I actually wanted to ask…"

"That's fantastic."

Paige chose that moment to orb into her house. "I'm so sorry, I'm late," she told her husband. "Something wrong?" she asked looking at Chris.

"No, I only wanted to ask…"

"Chris will take the kids out. Right, you will?"

Chris frowned. "Well, actually, I…"

"I'll give you money." Henry handed him fifty dollars.

Chris took the money and shrugged. "Actually, I would have done it for nothing as I don't have anything to do tonight, but thanks."

Paige shoved her husband grinning. "That's really nice. I'll get the kids."

"Do you want your money back?" the brunette asked his uncle.

"Oh no, keep it. It's just that me and Paige had this night planned just for the two of us but had forgotten about the kids."

"I see and all I'm saying is a heartily eew."

"Uh, I forgot you are a teenager. We want to have a quiet night together that's all."

"That's enough," Paige said. She climbed down the stairs with her three kids following. "Get your shoes and jackets. You listen to what Chris tells you. Stick together and stop complaining." She added when she saw the look on her girls face.

"Take the car," Henry called and threw the key. Chris missed it like always and bent down to get the key. It hadn't been his plan exactly to spend the night with his three cousins but it was of course; better than staying by himself. Also, he liked his cousins, just Holly's and Haley's bickering was unnerving.

"Where do you want to go?" Chris asked hitting the street.

"Miniature golf at the Putt-Putt Puttorama," Junior said. He had claimed the passenger's seat for himself.

"You okay with that?" the oldest in the car asked the girls. Chris was not a fan of miniature golf. The only time he had spent at the Putt-Putt Puttorama he was kicked out by the manager for fooling around.

"Sure, I kick ass in miniature golf," Haley said. Holly stayed quite like always. If she wasn't that good natured there sure as hell would be more trouble in the Mitchell-Matthews family.

Chris was quite proud of himself that he found the way that easily and without putting anyone else at risk. He knew that his way of driving was not the most secure for himself or anyone else. The truth was; Chris didn't like driving a lot. Maybe it would change when he had his own car, but right now he rather orb around. It was faster and less nerve wrecking. The other drivers were the problem, actually, not him. Although, the driving instructor had said the only reason why Chris got his licence was because he didn't want to go one more mile with Chris as the driver.

Junior found it rather exciting. His dad was a really slow driver. Even though his mom says he wasn't when they met and he isn't when the children were not with him but Junior doubted it. His father was driving like an old man and he had an SUV with almost three-hundred, horse power. He wondered why his sisters weren't shrieking or anything but obviously they were texting their friends.

They had fun together. Although Junior and Haley were really ambitious about winning while Holly didn't really care and Chris didn't even try.

Afterwards they went to a diner and had some milkshakes and fries with cheeseburgers. Junior was telling them some stories about the new coach of the football team he was playing in.

Some boys sat in the booth behind them and when Junior ended his story, the four cousins could hear them pretty well.

"Now, what's going on with you and Prue? I saw her at cheerleader practice. She's hot."

"I won't tell you anything," another voice answered. "All I'm saying is that it is going pretty well." There was a small pause when the others teased him to go on. "Okay, okay. Listen, she is really sweet and breezily and you know, I think I will be able to teach her things for the future."

Holly who sat next to Junior opposite Haley and Chris leant forward. "Is he talking about our Prue or someone else?"

"About our Prue, its freaking Ralph Mendez, the asshole," Chris replied.

"Don't get into a fight with him," Holly said. "If you know he is an asshole, tell Prue. She will yell at him."

Chris knew that his young cousin was right but listening to the boys a bit more made it impossible for him to ignore it. "I can't," he said and got out of the booth. He stood towering over Ralph, his arms crossed. "You are talking about my fifteen year old cousin, you know and I don't like what I hear. So you maybe want to take your words back."

"Or" Ralph asked not showing any emotions while his friends were with him.

"Or I'll make you. And remember, I did before. Only this time it won't be your nose breaking."

Ralph scoffed. He saw the look in his friend's eyes questioning why he didn't just make Chris leave. The black haired teenager stood up. "Listen, what I do with Prue is my business. I will do what I want as long as she wants but I'll tell you the way it is going she can't wait."

Chris let his arms drop so he would be able to beat the jerk right then. Ralph laughed with his friends and before Chris' could do anything, Junior, Holly and Haley drug him out of the diner paying the waitress behind the bar on their way out.

"What were you going to do?" Holly asked.

"Punch him," Chris replied nonchalantly while the four cousins walked on the sidewalk towards the car.

"You would have kicked his butt!" Junior exclaimed and was scolded by a dark glare from his sisters.

"It's Prue's business and although I really appreciate your over-protecting way, this is not good. How do you think she will react when she hears that you wanted to beat up her boyfriend?"

"I have beat him up at least a dozen times since kindergarten."

"You are unbelievable," Holly sighed.

"He had stood no chance," Junior said again. "No chance in hell, the weenie."

Haley rolled her eyes. "Get over it, Junior. Knowing Chris though, it won't be long until you have the pleasure of watching him kick ass."

"Shut up."

"Don't be so rude to the little ones," a well known voice spoke up behind them.

Chris sighed. If he was lucky, Wyatt hadn't heard exactly waht they had been talking about.

"Hi, Wyatt!" the girls said simultaneously with sly smirks. "Don't you want to tell us who your girlfriend is?"

"That's Jen, although...she is not my girlfriend. Not yet," the twenty year old winked. Jen smiled but stayed quite. "This is my brother Chris, and those are my cousins Haley, Holly and Henry jr."

"Big family, I see," Jen replied.

"What are you guys doing?" the blonde young man asked. It was rare enough that Chris had to take care of any of their cousins ever. It had always been Wyatt who did the baby sitting or picking one up or driving anyone around.

"We were at Putt-Putt-Puttorama and played mini golf," Haley told her oldest cousin.

"And then we had a milkshake and some food in the diner and met Prue's boyfriend. Chris almost beat him up," Junior exclaimed excited. Chris glared at him.

"Why?" Wyatt asked sternly crossing his arms over his chest, at once turning into father mode.

"Relax, I haven't done anything to him and if you had heard what Ralph had said about Prue, you'd have done the same."

"Ralph Mendez?" Wyatt asked. Of course, he knew about one of his brother's worst enemies in school. "Ralph Mendez is Prue's boyfriend."

"Yes, seriously, Wyatt, you should have heard him."

"Let me guess, he talked like all the boys talk in the locker room."

"What are the boys talking about in the locker room?" Jen asked taking Wyatt's arm.

"Stuff," the blonde replied. "Seriously, Chris, even though you haven't been in PE a lot during your school days, you should know that if those boys did half the stuff they say they couldn't walk anymore."

Chris shrugged. "Whatever you say, Wyatt"

"Chris is actually right," Holly said. "He said mean things."

"How come you are always on his side lately?" Haley asked her sister "although, in this case, I agree."

"Well, if everybody agrees…" Wyatt let go of Jen's hand and placed his hands on his brother's shoulders. "But you shouldn't get into fights." With a lower voice he asked. "Which one is he?"

Chris explained to him where Ralph was sitting. "Why are you allowed?"

"Allowed to do what? Have a milkshake on Ralph Mendez?" He laughed and pressed his forehead against Chris' a moment before stepping back at Jen's side. "Be careful. You've got Uncle Henry's most precious thing with you."

"His kids"

"His car"

The Mitchell kids pulled a face at their oldest cousin but had to admit that their father loved his car more than them sometimes. At least, when they were fighting or making too much noise with their individual music.

Chris pressed the button on the key to open the doors of the car that they had left in a near by alley. Junior already climbed in claiming the passenger's seat when they heard woman running through the narrow alley her heels making a noise that echoed between the high buildings.

"Please, help me," she screamed almost shoving Chris to the ground when she ran right into his chest. "He's after me."

Haley who was standing next to her cousin took the young woman by the arm trying to calm her a bit. "Who's after you?"

"I don't know this guy. Please, he's really dangerous." She was trembling and Haley found she was not the best to calm people so she left this task to her sister.

"He wants her amulet," Junior said joining his sisters, Chris and the red haired girl.

"How do you know that?" Haley asked him unbelievingly. "And who is he...and where is he?"

"He's thinking it and I think, he is a demon," Chris said and Henry jr. looked offended that he had taken the answer away from him. The three of them walked deeper into the alley but whirled around again when they heard a really familiar voice crying out. Holly had been thrown backwards and landed near her sister who kneeled down at once healing the bleeding wound on her forehead.

The two boys watched the demon, a really tall one although didn't seem muscular at all, shimmered in behind the young woman who they thought they had rescued. He held a knife to her neck but only cut the necklace and let it drop into his hand. Before he could do anything else, though, Chris used his telekinesis to get him away from the innocent. The demon shook his head that was probably spinning and shimmered out.

"Why didn't you vanquish him?" Haley asked.

"Why didn't I vanquish him? Last time I checked I didn't have a fire power."

"I thought you could use Wyatt's."

Chris didn't reply. He had to admit that first, using his brother's powers was kind of scaring him and second, although he could throw a energy ball at a demon the blast always missed, so he rather didn't use it next to his uncle's car. "Next time," was all he said. Holly walked passed him and gathered the now crying girl in her arms.

"We need to bring her home."

"Yeah, you do that and make up a spell so she forgets about this," Chris said.

"And the amulet" Junior asked. "Don't you want to question her or something?"

"I'm not a police officer," Chris replied but had to admit that finding out what the demon could do with the stolen amulet, would be a good thing. Holly looked at him kind of angrily but Chris asked anyway does the amulet have any powers, and got the really unsatisfying answer. "I just bought it because it looked great with my dress."

"And it did," Haley agreed.

Chris rolled his eyes. "Where did you buy it?"

"At the second hand - shop just around the corner."

The brunette Halliwell knew every shop in San Francisco that sold magical stuff and knew this one didn't. So, the amulet really had no powers or neither seller nor buyer knew about them. But why should a demon steal an amulet with no powers? Although, they had before right, the words "Witch Wars" appeared in front of Chris' inner eye. "Well, there was this demonic game show. Kind of like Survivor, but only for demons", he heard himself say.

"Chris?" Junior tugged his cousin's sleeve. "Are you alright...you kind of zoned out?"

Chris shook his head. "Sure, that's my normal behaviour. Where's Holly?"

"She is bringing Tamara home," Haley said frowning. "Did you hear anything we were saying the last five minutes?"

"How am I supposed to know that? Just get into the car."

"What about the amulet?" Junior asked.

"I'll search for it in the Book of Shadows."

"Do you know what it looks like?"

No, Chris had no idea what it looked like but he climbed into the car, though and his cousins did the same. When they stopped at a red light, Holly orbed on the back seat.

"Tamara is fine. I made her forget and made her sleep. Oh, and I though, you might need that, when you search for the amulet in the Book of Shadows." She gave Chris a photo of Tamara wearing the amulet.

Holly just thought about stuff like that.

Chris sighed and closed the heavy ancient book angrily. It was two a.m. and he was sitting at the kitchen table in the Manor all by himself trying to find the stupid amulet in the Book of Shadows and also in his folder of collected memories. There was nothing that he found. Maybe it really had no meaning. Maybe the past was repeating itself, but for some reason he didn't believe it. It made him crazy and although his eyes almost dropped shut after his night baby sitting his cousins plus meeting a demon, he knew he wouldn't fall asleep while this was still unsolved. He wondered if he should ask his father after all he had been an Elder but Leo was out with Amber and probably not coming home anymore tonight. He cursed Wyatt for still being out and leaving him with this again. Now, that was not fair. When Chris had to study, Wyatt had tried to keep everything that was at least a bit magical away from him. It was his fault that Chris still thought about everything while studying. So, he kind of owned Wyatt to let him study for his courses as well. Although, Wyatt was not studying, he was on a date. Again...like always.

Chris thought about the next best person that should know a lot about magic and took the photo and orbed off. He looked around in the dark living room and jumped when someone opened the front door behind him.

"What are you doing here?" Peter asked. "You know, just because I took care of your shit doesn't mean you can orb in and out here whenever you want."

"I know, and I haven't talked to you in ages. But right now, I need an Elder."

"An Elder...I am no Elder."

"But you were."

"So was your dad. Why don't you ask him?"

"He's out and I rather ask you. He will only worry."

"You rather bother me than worry your father, whose job it is to worry about you." Peter sighed. "Alright, quick, please."

Chris showed him the picture. "The amulet, do you recognize it?"

"Sure. Why?"

"A demon stole it." Chris watched the ex-Elder's facial expression. "And it's no good, I take it."

"It protects its owner from witch power. You won't be able to hurt him with spells or potions or whatever."

"And no active power although, every active witch power could in fact be a demonic power as well."

"Okay, let me put that this way. It protects its owner from magical attacks of any kind."

"Oh, that's bad."

"It is. I would try to find out which demon stole it and why. When he attacks, you vanquish him by something not magical."

"Like what, a knife or strangling him?"

"Yeah, whatever you want. Just let all you anger out on him." Peter took off his jacket and placed it over the back of the sofa. "And next time, bother your father. That's what he's for. That's what he wanted."

"I though you were on his side?"

"Sometimes, and sometimes I tried to see it not through his view as a father."

"What? Like Wyatt's too powerful, that's what most of the Elders thought."

"Like that." Peter sighed. "Listen, I left that business and honestly, I don't want to go back. The only reason I felt the need to know you and kind of be part of that whole magical world again is because you chose to trust me with your stuff. And I'm not sure if I even wanted it."

Chris nodded. "Thanks." He turned around but stopped. "Do you have a good relationship to your father? I mean you told me all this stuff about your mom and everything but that was a lie, right?"

"No, it wasn't a lie. I just never mentioned that it was 1906. Respect your father. Don't make him sad, I mean that. The worst thing I've ever seen was my father at my funeral. They don't get over that, loosing a child. None of them, and Leo didn't either...although, here you are."

After a short night Wyatt leant against the counter in the kitchen waiting for his coffee. He usually was a morning person but he liked to have at least six hours of sleep, so this Sunday his day started around noon and it still seemed kind of early to him. The young man poured some of the hot black liquid in a cup. He was spooning sugar into his cup when a light pink heart announced the arrival of Prue.

"I can't believe what you did," she said angrily crossing her arms over her chest. "Don't you have problems on your own?"

"Tons," Wyatt replied.

"I mean it, Wyatt."

"You mean what? What did I do?" Wyatt new him playing dumb made the teenaged girl even angrier.

"What did you do?" Prue let her arms drop. She looked at the ceiling and called for her second oldest cousin. Chris orbed into the kitchen. He was up for hours already, although he was no morning person at all, but sometimes matters made it necessary.

He looked at the brunette girl quizzically. "Prue"

"Yes, it's me, your stupid cousin. I hate you, both of you. First, Chris threatens Ralph and almost beats him up and then you, Wyatt, pour your milkshake over his head."

Wyatt smirked taking a sip from his coffee to hide it while Chris laughed openly.

"This is not funny. I really, really like Ralph and he likes me and I don't need two insane bodyguards."

"Yeah, seriously, Wyatt...why did you do that?" Chris asked.

"Why did you almost beat him up?"

"Well, it's Ralph. It's what I do, since my first day of school. What can I do, it's in my nature?"

Prue let out a frustrated cry. "I hate you. Leave me alone."

"Prue, maybe this boy is not the right boyfriend for you."

"My parents let me go out with him. You are only my cousins, what does that have to do with the two of you?"

"We know how Ralph is talking about you. What he tells his friend about you," Chris said.

"And what is that?"

"Well, if you don't know that, he really isn't the right boyfriend for you. Excuse me, I have stuff to do." Chris orbed out again.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Prue asked.

Wyatt shrugged. "Just be careful. You are our little cousin; it's our job to hate your boyfriends, okay?"

Prue sighed. "I can't wait for my sisters or Holly and Haley to have boyfriends." She hearted out leaving Wyatt with his coffee appreciating the quietness. The blonde sat down at the table flipping through the newspaper that was laying there. He wondered about the headlines until he found out the newspaper was already three weeks old.

Chris rounded another corner into a narrow alley. He walked next to the dumpster. "Come on, Jinx, I know you are here."

A black vortex formed in the alley and a really small, black haired demon emerged.

"I'm not your dog. I'm not coming whenever you call me," he said in a creepy voice.

"I understand. Still, you are here," Chris said. "Now, I'm searching for a special demon that has stolen an amulet that protects him from witch powers."

"And how is that my problem?"

Chris sighed. Jinx was a lower levelled demon that had low self esteem and almost no powers. The perfect candidate to be used as an informant "do you know anything about him?"

"Me? Why should I know anything?" Jinx answered almost jumping into Chris' face. "Do you have any idea how it is these days to live in the underworld. You have to watch your back all the time. Demons go against demons; that is not right."

"Aren't demons always fighting each other?"

"Yes, but not demons from the same clan or the same race."

"Actually, I don't care about that. Dead demons are fine for me. I only need information on that demon." It was better to vanquish the demon before he attacked them especially with his new accessory.

"I can't help you."

"I don't believe you."

Jinx shrugged. "Maybe I can look around, see what I can find out."

"Do that." He let Jinx disappear through his vortex.

Chris decided to give up. It seemed that no one in the underworld knew anything about the demon. The Book of Shadows said it was only a lower level demon but with the amulet he had stolen he was more dangerous to them than any upper level demon. It was said that he knew how to hide and obviously that was right. Scrying didn't even help and Wyatt hadn't been up to try and summon him. On the other hand summoning an invulnerable demon without a plan maybe wasn't the best idea, anyway.

Chris turned around and a young boy ran into him. They both fell on the ground. The boy got up first and tried to run off but Chris held him by the leg of his pants.

"Hey, don't move!" someone called and came running into the alley as well.

The boy broke free from Chris' grip and ran off in panic. He stumbled a few more steps away. Chris looked up and saw his Uncle Henry. He used his telekinesis to stop the boy from running making him fall over some trash before getting up himself. He dusted off his pants watching his uncle taking care of his charge dragging him towards the car, which was parked at the side of the street.

The look in Henry's gave his nephew left, Chris knowing that he was in trouble just as well as the young boy that had just been caught.

The parole officer slammed the car door shut, locking it. "What are you doing here?" he asked his nephew.

"Me? I was checking on some demons."

"Here?"

"Yes, here. This is where demons are, look Wyatt doesn't want me to go the underworld, now what? You don't want me to go here?"

"In this area, there are criminals, there are dealers and prostitutes."

"I don't care about those people. I only wanted to talk to some demons. Moreover, I don't look like either a hustler or a drug addicted."

"I need to take care of this one," Henry said pointing towards his car. "Seriously, there are not only bad demons out there, but also bad mortals, that can hurt you. It's too dangerous."

"I can protect myself."

"But not without risking exposing magic."

"Do you want to try me? I can kick every kind of ass, demon or non-demon. I didn't take the kick boxing lesson for nothing."

The police officer sighed. "I have to go; we will talk about that later when me and Paige come for dinner."

Chris nodded. "Wait, you come for dinner?"

"Leo invited us and also Phoebe and Coop. Didn't you know?"

"I never get told anything in this family."

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