A/N: Yay! More Chris's POV. I love Chris. And yes, Drew Fuller is VERY HOT!! I just love being a Chris-aholic! : )

"Hey watch it!" Someone screamed at me when I ran into them, sending us both backwards to the ground

Frustrated that I had messed up, again, I mumbled, "Sorry," and got to my feet.

"Yeah, well you better be." The person snapped, refusing my help standing up. She glowered at me, cold hate burning in her eyes. "Be careful next time." She added, a atheme suddenly appearing in her hand.

My eyes widened, seeing that she too had magic in her, "You're magic?" I asked, gesturing to the atheme in her hand.

Her eyes narrowed, "Yeah, so. I take you are too."

"I guess you could say that." I answered. I didn't consider magic a blessing; it was more of a curse. Another reason why I was less important that my brother. "It's a family thing."

She nodded, "Yeah same here." She paused before asking, "You got a name?"

"Chris," I answered, and after some hesitation added, "Halliwell."

"You're a Halliwell?" She asked, now suddenly more interested. I nodded. "That's cool."

"Sure." I said, toneless. It wasn't cool. It was hell. "What about you? Got a name?"

"Bianca." She answered.

"Last name?"

"Don't have one." I gave her a confused look, "I'm a Phoenix. We don't have last names. Okay?" She sounded agitated. I didn't blame her.

"Okay," I tried to apologize. "How old are you?" She gave me a look like I was crazy. "Just curious," I added.

"Fourteen." She answered, dropping the atheme in her hand on the ground. "You?"

"Same."

She nodded, "Cool." I nodded as well. "So you wanna meet my crew?"

I thought about it. Wondering off with someone I had just met was not one of my brighter ideas but it was up there. I glanced back at Aunt Paige. She and Katie seemed to be having a good enough time without me. Turning back to Bianca, I nodded, "Sure."

"Alright," She said, leading me over to a group of teens about the same age as us. Some seemed a little older and a little younger but not by much in either direction. "Chris, these are my friends. That's Adrianna, Kat, and Athena. And those two morons are Damien and Rod. Guys, this is Chris."

A chorus of "heys" came from the group and I said "hey" in return.

"So are you guys...?" I stopped not sure how to word the question.

A guy with black hair and almost matching black eyes that Bianca had introduced as Damien stood up, "Magic?" He asked. I nodded. "Yeah, we're all magic."

"Damien's a warlock," Bianca whispered. Then pointing to the others she added, "And Kat's a witch. Adrianna's a Valkyrie, Rod's a bounty hunter, and Athena's a sorceress."

"We're all neutral." Kat said, "We do good and we do evil. It's how we are."

Now I was more confused than ever. Bianca noticed, "It's not about good and evil. It's about power."

My eyes narrowed, hearing that saying. I had heard it somewhere before. And often. But I couldn't remember exactly who had said it. "And whoever had the most power wins." I answered.

Bianca looked surprised. "Yeah, how'd you-?"

"I like this kid," Rod interrupted her, and clapping me on the shoulder. "Where'd you find him, Bianca?"

Bianca shrugged, "Around. We kind of ran into each other." I suppressed the smile I felt coming on when she said that.

"Well, it's your lucky day, Chris." Rod said, sitting down.

"Hey Chris you got a last name?" Adrianna asked.

"Yeah, Halliwell," I answered. While most would have been proud to say that name, I hated it.

"No kidding?" Athena asked and I nodded.

"You know we could use someone like you." Damien said, "If you're interested."

I had no idea what they meant but that but I couldn't say no to them. "I guess." I said, masking what I really felt about the whole thing.

Before any of them got a word in, Aunt Paige yelled, "Chris! Katie! Come on, we have to go!"

I groaned loudly, "Sorry, the aunt's calling." I turned to leave.

Bianca grabbed my arm, "Meet us here tonight, say seven?"

I nodded, "Alright, see you later." I walked away but not before hearing Adrianna say, "He's cute, Bianca. Interested?"

"Maybe," Bianca answered. She said something else but I didn't hear it. I couldn't help but feel that maybe I had found a group of friends that wouldn't just know me as the twice-blessed child's younger brother. Maybe, for once I would be accepted. This day was better than I expected.

(A/N: okay, this is now in Paige's POV. So if you like Paige, this one's for you. It kind of overlaps with that last bit of Chris's POV but not by much)

"Paige!" I stopped chasing after my daughter Katie much to her dismay. Playing tag was one of her favorite things to do. But Phoebe, my sister was yelling for me. I hated being half whitelighter sometimes. "Come on Paige, we need you at home!" Phoebe yelled for me again.

"I'm coming!" I yelled back at her silently. She wouldn't get the message but it felt better just to say it. "Chris! Katie! Come on, we have to go!"

Tow loud groans came from my daughter and nephew. Chris had been talking to someone but I didn't see exactly who. He was smiling before but now he was scowling. I sighed. Chris's life at the manor was anything but welcoming. Piper and Leo had a tendency to dote on their oldest son, Wyatt leaving Chris behind. I know they don't mean but it's frustrating seeing Chris so unhappy at the thought of going home. I've told both Piper and Leo several times to listen to what Chris has to say and spend time with him. But it is in one ear and out the other. I love my sister and brother-in-law but those two cannot take a hint.

So, because they won't take the time to ask about his day, I've taken it upon myself to ask that and other questions. I try to be the one who Chris can talk to and confide in. He had such a caring heart that I wish Katie will pick up since she follows Chris everywhere.

I forget sometimes that Chris is my nephew and not my son. He's become the son Richard and I'll never have. After Katie was born, the doctors told us that I'll most likely never have anymore children. But then again, they also told Piper that she would never be able to conceive and she has twice. I don't mind no having anymore children. Katie's more than enough. I know Richard always kind of wanted a son and it hurts knowing that I'll never be able to give him one. But the way Katie's headed, she'll be tomboyish enough to do some "guy stuff" with Richard like play catch and go fishing. I think she gets it from Chris. Even though he's never done any "guy stuff" with his own father.

Katie, following Chris's lead scowled as well. Shaking my head, I grabbed both their hands and orbed us back to the manor.

"What the hell happened here?" I asked, looking around the now almost completely destroyed foyer, that when we had left earlier was spotless.

Phoebe turned around, "Another warlock attacked."

I sighed. That was the twelfth attack in like three weeks. "Chris."

"I got it," He said, grabbing Katie's hand and orbing them upstairs. He'd keep her busy while Phoebe, Piper, and I dealt with the warlock.

"What do I need to do?" I asked.

"Bless this potion." Phoebe tried to sound cheery.

I frowned, "The last time I blessed a potion my finger got infected."

"I know but it won't this time." Phoebe answered, sweetly.

"So you say," I grumbled, holding out my finger so she could cut me open and drop my blood into the potion. Phoebe tried to make it swift and painless. She succeeded in only making it swift.

"Paige, have you blessed the potion yet?" Piper asked, coming into the foyer.

"Yes," I answered, gloomily.

"Oh quit your whining. Your finger'll be fine." Piper answered.

I made a face at her. "So how are we gonna get the warlock back here?"

"Well, we thought since you can call for things without actually seeing them now, that..." Phoebe trailed off.

"You thought I would do it." I finished and Phoebe nodded. "Fine," I growled. "Warlock," I commanded, holding out my hand.

Seconds later the warlock was orbed back into our foyer. He seemed dazed about how he got there. Phoebe threw the potion at his feet and the three of us chanted, "The Power of Three will set us free" until the warlock was vanquished.

"Well done," Piper said, heading back to the kitchen, "Dinner'll be ready in ten," She said over her shoulder.

"So how was cleaning?" Phoebe asked, slyly.

I gave her a look that told her to keep quiet, "Fine."

Phoebe smiled, happy that she had the advantage of knowing something Piper didn't, obvious in her face. "You're going to have to tell her someday that you don't actually make Chris clean."

I made a face at her, "I know. I know. But not for a while, okay?"

Phoebe shrugged, "Whatever. I'm not the one she's going to kill when she finds out."

I punched her in the arm, and growled, "I hate you."

She smiled, "No, you love me."

A/N: Okay, so I have a pretty good idea where this story is headed now. I love having epiphanies and getting reviews that help. Thanks to Marysmary, Kata Malfoy, and cherry7up56 for the help. Also, the story doesn't really follow the summary that I originally wrote, so I may have to change that.

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