Disclaimer: Drew still isn't mine, although I'd pay my life savings for him!

A/N: Woo!! Chapter Three! Sorry my chapters are short, but this is a pretty short story… I think its 8 chaps althogether.

Chapter Three

Chris and Wyatt sat on stools in the kitchen, munching happily on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Piper moved around the kitchen, cleaning the stovetop and rearranging herbs and spices.

Wyatt paused in devouring his sandwich. "Mom, is Paris coming over today?" Paris was the brothers' three-year-old cousin, and Phoebe's daughter.

"Yes," Piper replied. Wyatt grinned and returned to eating his sandwich. Piper smiled inwardly, knowing how Wyatt loved his little cousin to death, and was extremely anxious for her to become old enough to be trained in Wicca.

Chris contemplated whether to tell anybody else about the box, or to tell Wyatt about the voice he heard. Finally, he decided he wouldn't tell anyone. It was Chris' secret; his and only his.

Leo orbed in and grinned at his sons. The boys immediately jumped up and gave their dad hugs.

After Chris' death in 2004, Leo had resigned from the Elders, to much criticism, taunting, and hate. But Leo knew it was the right decision, and he wanted to make future Chris' journey to the past worth it, for everybody's sake.

Piper leaned over her boys and gave Leo a kiss. "Paige and Lindsey will be here in a minute," Leo said. Lindsey was Paige's six-month-old daughter.

"Phoebe and Paris are on their way, too," Piper replied. Just then, Paige orbed in with Lindsey in hand and Phoebe and Paris in tow. Paris immediately detached herself from Phoebe and reattached herself to Wyatt.

After several minutes of greetings, the kids were sent to the backyard to play, with the exception of Lindsey, who was too young to play.

Chris couldn't keep his mind on playing "patty cake" with Wyatt and Paris. His mind kept drifting back to the box. Why would a box have his name on it, and a year that he didn't exist in?

"I gotta go to the bathroom," Chris told Wyatt and Paris.

"Do you need me to help you?" Wyatt asked sarcastically. "Because otherwise – and even then – I don't care."

"Shut up Wyatt," Chris snorted. "I'm just telling you where I'm going!" Chris orbed out without another word.