A/N: Jason's Phoebe's ex now? Argh, I wouldn't know - I haven't seen season 5, I only read the transcripts :(

*Uncle Glen's Special Spaghetti Sauce*

Piper flopped onto the couch, limp. After her conversation with Phoebe about unfreezing her laptop, Wyatt had called her for more Calamine lotion. Then Grace did. Then Melinda did. Then Wyatt wanted orange juice. Then Melinda wanted her to read her a story. Then Grace had asked for Aunt Phoebe. Piper had spent fifteen minutes explaining to her how busy Phoebe was, when Phoebe came upstairs.

Then Glen had asked her to take care of Serena while he got a nap - a desperately needed and well deserved one Piper thought. Then, while trying to feed a crying Serena, all three bells went at once. In the end, Piper put Serena to sleep and then gave Melinda and Grace first, then Wyatt after, baths with special stuff to relieve their itch. After that they'd been able to fall asleep for a while, though they'd wake up soon - it was only six thirty after all.

Four orbs appeared in the living room. Piper watched as they formed. Leo grinned at her and joined her on the couch, putting his arm around her, while she snuggled into him. Prue and Andy did the same, while Paige watched, looked up to where Glen presumably was, then grinned.

'I'm so glad you guys are back. I'm exhausted.' Piper commented.

Paige grinned sympathetically. 'Sorry. Tell you what. Tonight you are hassle free. Leo, Prue and Andy can handle the kids. And Phoebe.'

Piper snorted. 'You won't be getting much out of Phoebe.' Piper said, before beginning to explain. Everyone laughed.

'So what took so long anyway?' Piper asked.

'The Elders have some important stuff to discuss.' Andy replied.

'What kind of important stuff?' Piper asked suspiciously, as Phoebe wondered downstairs from checking on Grace. Over her shoulder was her laptop carrier bag, and in her hand was an enormous envelope, stuffed with smaller ones. Behind her came Glen, who was carrying a sleepy-looking Serena.

'Look! It's mommy!' Glen exclaimed to Serena. Paige waved excitedly, while everyone else grinned stupidly as they watched the tiny baby nestle into Paige's arms.

'Like I was saying,' Andy said, though not before shooting a fond glance at Serena, 'the Elders have been talking about the next Charmed ones. Next two Charmed ones really.' Andy explained.

'Oh.' Piper nodded, growing serious. 'And?'

'Well it's been vague. All we really did for four and a half hours was check prophecies; consult scrolls. that kind of thing. Mostly charmed ones stuff. Though I did have to go check on a few of my charges.' Said Prue.

'What'd these prophecies and scrolls say?' Piper demanded.

'I don't know, I'm not really good at that stuff.' Paige confessed. Everyone but Leo murmured his or her agreement.

'We couldn't crack it.' Leo admitted. 'It was in really weird coding and riddles and stuff. Before we got a riddle we had to crack another riddle just to get one line of it.'

'Wow.' Phoebe whistled. 'That must've taken a while.'

'It took a lot longer than four and a half hours. Time works differently there.' Leo reminded her.

Phoebe nodded, as she turned her laptop on. Carrying it over to the small table with a few chairs around it, which had once been a dining table, and was now just a table, she began to work.

Leo glanced up and grimaced. Piper's jaw dropped. 'You're not being called again are you? You've barely been home!'

'Oh we're being called alright.' Paige said, giggling. 'Just not from the elders.' She added, as Leo called 'coming!' to Wyatt, Grace or Melinda.

Prue cracked up laughing, till Paige hushed her. 'Serena's sleeping.' She explained.

Everyone nodded. 'I'm going to start dinner.' Piper announced.

'No, I think we should order Chinese!' Prue argued. 'You've had such a hectic day Piper, remember it's your night off!'

'Forget Chinese!' Glen protested. 'I'll make a huge batch of my famous spaghetti.' Everyone agreed straight away - Glen made the best spaghetti sauce.

'Well I'm at least going to CHECK on the kids.' Piper said, and scurried down the hall with Leo at her heels. They opened Melinda's door to see Wyatt and Grace crouched around her bed.

'Ahem?' Piper asked, clearing her throat.

The three looked up guiltily. 'Oh hi mommy, daddy.' Melinda said somewhat nervously.

'We were just playing a game.' Grace said quickly. 'Talking on the walkie talkies got boring.' She added.

Piper raised an eyebrow. 'Uh huh. Fess up young ladies.'

'Wyatt was healing our chicken pox!' Melinda and Grace blurted out.

'I knew it!' Piper crowed. 'Wyatt Halliwell, get back to your room NOW! And no more healing chicken pox! Have you learnt nothing about personal gain?' Piper demanded, dragging Wyatt out of the room. Leo gave Grace a stern look, and she scampered.

'Melinda.' Leo said patiently, tucking his youngest daughter back in. 'The next time you feel itchy you call us. You don't get your brother to heal you.'

'Okay.' Melinda said cheerfully. 'Can I heal myself?'

'No.' Leo said firmly. 'Absolutely not. Have you forgotten about personal gain Mellie?'

Melinda shrugged. 'I might've.' She said cautiously. 'Does it matter?'

'Yes.' Leo nodded. 'It does. A lot.'

'If you say so daddy.' Melinda said, not really paying attention. She was already bored anyway. 'When's dinner?'

Leo smiled, as he stood up and opened the door a crack. A heavenly smell floated in and filled the room and Melinda practically started panting.

'Uncle Glen's spaghetti.' Leo said in amusement.

'REALLY?' Melinda shrieked, beginning to bounce up and down on her bed. 'Uncle Glen's special spaghetti?'

'Yup.' Leo grinned. 'Be careful Mellie, you might fall.'

'SPAGHETTI!' Melinda continued to scream. 'Yay!' In the next room there was another exclamation, which also came crackling through the walkie-talkie.

'We're having Uncle Glen's spaghetti?' Wyatt squealed. 'Aw right!'

Leo managed to calm Melinda down by digging under her bed and finding her brand new fairy colouring book.

'Here you go Melinda.' He said. There was a tray on her bed that was usually used for breakfast in bed; only in Melinda, Wyatt and Grace's case it was a table.

Melinda settled down and started colouring, so Leo left. Piper was shaking her head as she left Wyatt's room. 'Maybe Glen should cook every night?' She joked. 'They seem to like his cooking more than mine.'

'Well he does make a mean spaghetti.' Leo confessed, as the two practically floated downstairs, following the delicious smell.

When they arrived in the kitchen they found a surprise - Paige was sitting on the island, legs tucked underneath her as Glen fed her some spaghetti sauce from a wooden spoon.

'Oh hi guys.' Paige said grinning. 'Guess who gets to be a taste tester? Moi!'

'Damn.' Piper joked. 'Where is everyone else?' She added.

'Well let's see.' Paige began ticking off people on her fingers, while Glen stirred the pot bubbling on the stove. 'Phoebe is slaving away where we left her and Andy and Prue headed to the deck. And the kids are in bed still.'

The deck was the balcony extension at the back of the house, where a beautiful view of mountains and sunset could be glimpsed. There were roses trailing down the balcony edges, and a roof overhead to protect from the glare of the sun.

Paige hopped off the island as Glen finished cooking the noodles. Upstairs a bell tinkled - AGAIN.

'I'll get that.' Leo said, orbing out. Glen watched him orb and grinned sheepishly.

'I'll never get over wanting to do that.' He said ruefully.

Paige punched him. 'Oh you will if it involves dying.' Paige retorted with a smirk, as she began to count forks. Piper opened a cupboard and took out ten plates.

Glen started spooning out the spaghetti and sauce, Paige set the forks out and Piper started pouring cups of juice. Leo orbed back down.

'Dinner ready? Good.' Leo took two plates of spaghetti and orbed out, while Paige took the last plate and plastic cups, before orbing.

'Dinner is served!' Glen called.