Disclaimer: I still don't own Charmed. Or Drew. Sigh.

A/N: Wow! I was soooo excited when I open my e-mail and all but one of my messages was reviews! Yay! You people are the best! I'm glad you liked the first chapter, and I hope you enjoy the rest!!

Chapter Two

Chris was extremely interested. Why would an old, dusty box have his name on it? Chris decided that, since he was such a good brother, he would invite Wyatt to ponder upon this mystery as well. He reached out in his mind and using a brotherly and magical bond, told Wyatt to orb up to the attic.

Wyatt orbed in and found Chris kneeling beside a dirty old box. "Chris, that's not Jack."

"No duh," Chris replied. "This box has my name on it."

"So?" asked Wyatt. "Lots of boxes up here have our names on them, silly."

"But this one is different!" Chris explained. "Its really old." He pointed to a date on the box. "See? Two… two… Wyatt, whats those numbers?"

"Two-thousand three to two-thousand four," Wyatt said. "Hey… you weren't born in 2003."

Wyatt knelt down next to Chris. The boys stared at the box. "Well, let's open it!" said Chris as he reached for the seams on the box.

"Wait!" Wyatt exclaimed as he grabbed Chris' hands in midair. His voice dropped. "Mom might not like us snooping. So we're gonna have to be careful opening this."

"Gotcha," Chris nodded, eager. Wyatt reached out to open the box when…

"Wyatt! Chris! Dinner!"

"Coming, Mom!" Wyatt called down the stairs. He turned back to Chris. "Later. We'll do it later." Wyatt orbed out through the floor.

Chris trained his gaze on the box. Why did this old box have a date on it when he didn't even exist? He began to orb out when he heard a strange voice in his head. He stopped and stood silently in the attic, listening.

"Don't open the box, Chris."

"Daddy?" Chris asked the air. He knew his Dad was at a meeting in the sky and would sometimes watch him, but was he watching now?

"Don't open the box, Chris."

"Dad? Is that you?" The hairs were standing up on the back of Chris' neck.

"Chris? Are you coming?" his mother called up the stairs again.

"Yes, Mom!" Chris orbed out.

Of its own accord, the mysterious box moved into the corner of the attic.