INT. MANOR- KITCHEN

LEO is sitting at the kitchen table, next to WYATT, who is seated in his high chair, eating his breakfast of dry cheerios. With, slimey, drooly, fingers, he happily picks up some cheerios and offers them to his daddy. Leo gratefully accepts the soggy cereal into his mouth with a forced smile.

LEO: Yummy! Thank you!

Still forcing a smile, Leo swallows the nasty, soggy cereal and takes a quick gulp of his coffee to wash it down.

PIPER: That's a good Daddy. Love me-Love my drool!

Leo hadn't noticed Piper enter the kitchen.

LEO: Hey. Is that Chris I heard upstairs a little while ago?

Piper heads to the stove and starts to boil a kettle of water for her morning tea.

PIPER: Yeah, He's in the shower. Can you believe it?

LEO: Believe he's showering?

PIPER: (laughing) No you goofball! Believe he's up already! It's only 8:00 am. I wasn't expecting him to get up until at least noon. I guess whitelighters don't get hangovers like the rest of us mere mortals.

LEO: Oh, we do! BELIEVE ME. If anything, they are worse for us since, we NORMALLY aren't heavy drinkers.

PIPER: Yeah well, "normal" isn't exactly a word I would use to describe our son these days.

LEO smiled. It was strange to hear Piper refer to Chris as "their son". But he liked it. It was how it should be.

CHRIS shuffles into the kitchen-hair sopping wet, dressed in grungy jeans, a faded t-shirt and a crumpled sweatshirt. He looks like hell.

LEO: Well! Speak of the devil! How are you feeling?

CHRIS slumps down in a seat opposite Leo at the kitchen table.

CHRIS: Like death.

PIPER: (sarcastic) Hmm. An angel that feels like death--- Is that a good or a bad?

CHRIS: Very funny.

Laughing, Piper walks over to Chris and puts an arm around him.

PIPER: I'm sorry. I'm just messin' with ya! What are you doing up so early if your not feeling well?

CHRIS: I couldn't sleep.

PIPER: (concerned) That's been happening a lot.

LEO: What?

AS Piper turns her attention the whistling teapot on the stove, she replies- --

PIPER: Chris not being able to sleep.

LEO: (to Chris) You're not sleeping?

CHRIS: (shrugging it off) I sleep.

PIPER: Barely! How many times did I find you upstairs in the attic in the wee hour of the morning this past week studying the Book of Shadows?

LEO: Chris, you gotta take care of yourself. Especially when you are living in the mortal realm. Just because you're a whitelighter doesn't mean---

CHRIS: LEO! I'm fine! Relax!

Chris rests his elbows on the table and buries his face in his hands- sighing.

Piper is still concerned but she decided to let it go.

PIPER: Chris, do you want me to make you some toast?

CHRIS groans.

CHRIS: No---thanks. I'll just have some coffee.

PIPER: So, we don't have coffee. But I made you some tea.

She reaches into the cabinet, grabs a mug, and starts to fix him a cup. Chris frowns. He HATED tea. But it was the girls hot beverage of choice.

From across the table, Wyatt happily points to his brother and then bangs his hands excitedly on the tray of his highchair.

CHRIS jumps and then quickly brings his hands to his head -groaning in pain.

LEO: Wyatt! No! No! You have to be quiet. Chris is sick. He's got a boo-boo head.

Piper laughs at Leo's description of Chris' condition. Even Chris managed a weak smile.

LEO: What? You try explaining a headache to a one year old!

Wyatt stops his banging and looks at Chris with a look that could almost be construed as concern.

Piper walks over and places a cup of steaming tea in front of Chris who looks at it unhappily before managing a less then sincere---

CHRIS: Thanks.

He picks up the cup and is about to take a sip of the drink when it mysteriously changes into coffee right before his eyes. Chris is shocked and looks around to see if Piper or Leo noticed. They hadn't of course. How could they? He was holding it two inches from his face! He starts to open his mouth to say something to them but decides against it. He figured Piper would probably take it from him if he mentioned it-insist it was poisoned or something. And beside---it smelled so much better than the tea. He took a small sip- and it tasted fine. He decided to just enjoy it.

Across the table, Wyatt giggled happily and clapped his hand.

LEO: (to Wyatt) What are you laughing at buddy.

PIPER: Eat up Wyatt and daddy will take you upstairs to get changed. Mommy's going to make a quick batch of cookies for our play date this afternoon.

She bends down to get a cookie sheet from a cabinet beneath the counter. She opens the door to find a mess of pots and pans all stacked haphazardly. She spots the cookie sheet and pulls on it, causing all the pans in the cabinet to crash to the floor.

Chris jumps again and brings his hands to his head.

CHRIS: Oh for the love of God!! Could you please---

PIPER: I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

She starts to shove all the pans back into the cabinet-making a ton of noise in the process. She's in such a rush to get them back into place that she's not real careful about balancing them properly and they all come crashing down again.

Chris whines again-rubbing his head in agony.

Piper looks back at him sympathetically and then turns her attention back to the mess in front of her. She is about to start restacking them, when they suddenly all disappear in a swirl of blue orbs and then reappear- neatly stacked in the cabinet.

She stand up quickly and whips around to face Chris.

PIPER: CHRIS!

Chris looks up-not sure of what he's done.

CHRIS: What?

PIPER: Don't "what" me! What did we say about using unnecessary magic in front of Wyatt?

Chris looks and sees the neatly stacked pans in the cabinet. "This is getting weird", he thought to himself, "first the coffee and now this." It was like whatever he was wishing for was coming true-in this case-he had been wishing for quiet.

CHRIS: I didn't do it!!

Piper walks towards him-her hands on her hips.

PIPER: Yeah right!

Noticing his cup of coffee on sitting on the table, she picks it up.

PIPER: And I suppose you didn't turn your tea into coffee either.

CHRIS: Actually, No! I didn't!

Leo looks at them both curiously, wondering what's going on, as Piper continues.

PIPER: Oh forget it. I'm not going to argue with you about this.

CHRIS: Oh you can argue until your blue in the face. It won't change the fact that I didn't do it!

Piper opens her mouth to reply when they all hear a jingle coming from above.

LEO: It's the elders. I gotta go.

He stands up and approaches Piper. Looking over at Chris, who is now sulking in his chair ---

LEO: (quietly) Go easy on him. OK? He's had a rough night.

PIPER: Yeah. Yeah.

Leo smiles and kisses Piper's cheek before orbing away. Piper and Chris just stare at each other a moment-neither one daring to say anything more out of fear of setting the other off. Finally, Piper turns her attention back to her backing.

Chris gets up from the table.

CHRIS: I'm going to go lay down in the living room.

PIPER: (with her back to him) That's a good idea.

Grabbing his coffee, Chris heads toward the door and nearly bumps into Pheobe who is rushing in.

PHEOBE: (excited) Oh, there's my adorable little nephew number 2!

Chris rolls his eyes and turns to Piper.

CHRIS: Alright. Is she going to do this every time she sees me now?

PIPER: (laughing) Probably.

Pheobe ignores the fact that they are making fun of her and continues.

PHOEBE: And how is my little buddy doing this morning. I heard you had a rough night.

PIPER: I think he's having a rougher morning. PHEOBE: (to Chris) Oh! You poor thing! I feel for ya. I do. Hangovers suck!

CHRIS: Yeah. Which is why I'm going to go lay down.

PHEOBE: Oh, that's a good idea. You go rest that adorable little head of yours and I'll talk to ya later!

Chris shakes his head but can't help but laugh. Pheobe could be a bit annoying at times, but had to admit-she did always make him feel important. He exits, leaving the sisters and Wyatt alone in the kitchen.

PIPER: (laughing) OK Pheebs. You gotta stop!

PHEOBE: Stop what?

PIPER: Gushing over Chris like that. It embarrasses him.

PHEOBE: No it doesn't. Besides, I just want to make him feel like part of the family. I want him to know I love him just as much as I love Wyatt.

She reaches out and tickles Wyatt- he giggles happily.

PIPER: OK. But love him any more and we might have a Jerry Springer episode on our hands.

Now it's Pheobe's turn to laugh.

PHEOBE: Ew! ANYWAY---How are you and Chris doing? Has he opened up to you at all.

Piper sighs and takes a seat at the table.

PIPER: No, if anything it's the exact opposite. It seems like the only time we talk is when we're fighting.

PHEOBE: Well, give it time. He'll come around.

INT. LIVING ROOM

Chris is laying on the couch enjoying the quiet but straining his ears to see if he can hear what Pheobe and Piper are talking about in the kitchen . They had lowered there voices, which could only mean one thing---they were talking about him. He gave up trying to hear what they were saying and decided to try and get some rest. He closed his eyes and was just about to drift off when WYATT appeared in swirl of blue orbs and was now sitting at Chris' feet. The baby giggle happily at the sight of Chris.

Chris sat up quickly---

CHRIS: What the---

He was interrupted by the sound of Piper's frantic voice calling from the kitchen.

PIPER: Chris!

CHRIS: It's OK Piper. He's in here with me!

PIPER: What did he do that for?

CHRIS: Who knows! He probably wants to watch cartoons or something!

PIPER: Do you want me take him!

CHRIS: No! It's fine!

He reaches out and takes Wyatt in his arms.

CHRIS: OK buddy, if you want to stay with me you've got be quiet. OK?

Wyatt points to Chris' head.

Chris smiles and nods his head.

CHRIS: That's right. Boo boo head. Remember. Here---

He reaches out and grabs the remote.

CHRIS: (continuing) You want to watch some cartoons?

He turns on the TV and starts surfing the channels-looking for something appropriate for Wyatt. An MTV spring break show, briefly captures HIS attention and he stops surfing to gawk at the three scantily clad female "breakers" who are dancing on the screen. Chris is briefly mesmerized-his jaw hanging open. He snaps back to reality when he notices Wyatt staring up at him.

CHRIS: (laughing) Oh! Right! Probably not appropriate for you! Let's see what else is on.

He surfs a little more and finds an episode of Bob the Builder-Wyatt's favorite.

CHRIS: There we go. That's more like it.

Wyatt looks at the TV and then back at Chris.

CHRIS: What? Look-it's Bob the Builder! You love this.

Wyatt looks back at the TV, points, and the TV flips back to the MTV spring break episode.

Chris starts to laugh.

CHRIS: Oh no! Piper's going to kill me!

He flips the TV back to cartoons- at which point Wyatt points to the TV and it changes back to MTV.

CHRIS: Wyatt! Stop it. Come on. You're going to get me in trouble.

He raises the remote to change it back but stops when he sees a beautiful albeit, drunk blonde girl frolicking on the screen. Chris is once again mesmerized.

Suddenly, the girl from the screen materializes in the living room. Chris jumps up from the couch.

CHRIS: Oh my god!

Wyatt giggles happily from where Chris placed him down on the couch.

The drunken blonde looks around and wonders---

BLONDE: What happened. How did I get here?

CHRIS: That's a very good question!

The blonde turns and notices Chris standing there. She sways a bit as she stands, but doesn't look so concerned anymore about how she got there. Now, she only seems interested in Chris. Twisting a lock of hair between her fingers, she staggers over to him---

BLONDE: Well hello!

CHRIS: Umm. Hi.

The girl throws her arms around him and starts rubbing up against him.

BLONDE: Well, you are just too cute for words. Is this your place?

CHRIS: (trying to peel her arms off him) Sort of.

BLONDE: Well, I must be really drunk. Because I don't even remember leaving the bar. But as long as we're here---

She pushes him down on the couch, jumps on top of him and starts kissing his neck seductively. The girl is so far gone, she doesn't even notice Wyatt, who is still on the end of the couch watching them. Fortunately, Chris hasn't forgotten about him and manages to push the girl off him long enough to squeeze off the couch. However, he knocks a lamp off the end table in the process and it crashes to the floor.

Chris looks toward the kitchen in a panic.

CHRIS: Shit! (to the blonde) Look! You gotta get out of here! My MOM is here OK? And if she finds you in here, I am dead meat.

BLONDE: Nice try. But you brought me here for a reason. Right?

She backs Chris up-pinning him up against the wall and starts kissing him again just as Piper and Pheobe hurry into the room.

Their jaws drop to the floor when they see, what appears to be, Chris making out with a half dressed girl in their living room.

PIPER: (furious) CHRIS!

As soon as Piper says that, the girl disappears, leaving Chris standing there looking confused not to mention guilty.

PIPER: (to Chris) What the hell do you think your doing?

PHEOBE: Yeah. And in front of your little brother no less! Shame on you!

PIPER: (to Pheobe) Do you see! This is what I'm talking about!

CHRIS: Look, I know it looks bad---

PIPER: Gee! Ya think?

CHRIS: But I swear! I had nothing to do with this. She just appeared in the living room! I have no idea what happened.

PIPER: Oh Chris! Just stop it! I am so sick of this!

CHRIS: You know what! I'm sick of this too! All of this! I just wish---

But Chris doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence. With Piper and Pheobe looking on, Chris suddenly disappears-much like the blonde before him.

PHEOBE: Umm---where did he go?

PIPER: (looking around) I have no idea. (she tries calling out for him) Chris! If this is some kind of joke-it's not funny.

Suddenly, the hear a noise from the side of the couch where Chris had been standing.

The girls exchange glances and then hurry around to the other side of the couch. They stop when the see, what appears to be a pile of Chris' clothing laying in a heap on the floor. They walk a little closer and notice that the pile appears to be moving.

PHEOBE: What is going on?

Piper walks over and bends down in front of the pile. She gently moves aside Chris' sweatshirt to reveal a tiny, dark haired, green eyed, naked baby staring up at her. She looks up at Pheobe.

PHEOBE: Oh dear. Is that Chris?

Piper looks back down at the baby, realizing that it is, in fact, Chris.

PIPER: (shaking her head) Oh crap!