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"What is it? asked Leo, orbing in. Wyatt pointed at the door.

"Uh-oh...PIPER?! Where are you?" Leo called up to the attic.

"Leo, you're home!" Piper exclaimed. She looked a mess coming down the stairs, her eyes stained with tears and her hair standing up on end. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Chris. A part of her wanted to wrap him into a hug, relieved that he was alive. Tears sprang to her eyes anew, smiling—and then she gaped at her husband. "You—Leo, we can get arrested, it's kidnap—"

"We're his parents!" Leo protested.

"We have no proof," Piper sobbed. She rushed down the steps and swept Wyatt and Chris into a hug. "My two boys, together," she choked. "Oh my god, I've always hoped..."

"Don't worry, Piper," said Leo softly. "They won't suspect anything. They think he's dead."

"Um, mom? I enjoy the whole family reunion thing going on here, really, but we've got bigger problems on our hands at the present time!!" Wyatt gasped through his mother's fierce grip.

BAM!

Piper released the two boys, opening the door to the boy's room. She gasped. "Um, Wyatt, why don't you go show Chris all of your toys in the attic?"

"But I don't have any—oh. Okay. C'mon, Chris. That's what mommy always says when she wants us to leave."

Chris laughed nervously as they headed up. The boys' door crept open, and Chris looked back—and stared straight into the eyes of a man. This wasn't a normal man, it was...the man who had called him his "bounty" all those years ago, on the city streets. This memory, for the second time that day, flooded his thoughts until it overwhelmed his mind.

Orbing was one way to remind him...seeing his enemy was quite another.

"Chris, c'mon!" Wyatt tugged at his arm and practically dragged him up the stairs. He shut the door behind them and locked it. "Chris, are you okay? What happened, did he do something to you?"

Chris shook his head. "He wants me," he whispered, "the man downstairs. I've seen him before. I've barely escaped from him before."

"What?"

"When I was really little, the first time I orbed, the man was chasing me. He called me his bounty, he was trying to hurt me, or something. Wyatt, he's going to get me. That's what he wants."

"No he's not! We're here to protect you, Chris. Don't worry about anything, okay? You're safe with us. That's why we took you in. Nothing will happen to you."

There cam another loud bang from downstairs, and by the squeals coming from the foyer, it was apparent that the aunts had joined the demon frenzy.

"I'm scared, Wyatt."

"Don't be. Nothing's going to happen to anyone. Anyways, if he comes up here, we can just—"

The door swung open and Chris screamed. The blue lights swarmed all around him, the spinning sensation making him sick...He landed with a thud.

"Wyatt?" he asked weakly, not daring to open his eyes. Finally he opened them—and screamed again. He was on top of a bridge—the Golden Gate Bridge to be exact, hundreds of feet up in the air from the roaring cars below. Any instant now he could teeter off the edge...

He grabbed a pillar for support and burst out in angry, frightened sobs, trying to will himself to orb back. Nothing happened. He must have orbed here on his own by mistake. "WYATT! Where are you?" He clutched the pillar harder. It was so big that his little arms couldn't get a good hold on it, and it kept slipping out from under him. "Help, somebody!"

Eventually they'd realize he was gone, right? Today was so confusing. He'd been kidnapped by strangers—his "family," supposedly—and now a strange man wanted to kidnap him, too. What next? All he wanted to do was go back to the orphanage, where he belonged. It'd be about dinner time now...Nothing abnormal would happen...

As if.

He clenched his eyes closed tightly, refusing to look down as he cried. He was slipping, slipping, he was going to die, he knew it...

"Chris?!" Leo called a few minutes later. He ran out to Chris and pulled him into a protective hug, blocking him from the wind. "It's okay, you're okay. What happened, buddy? How'd you get here?"

Chris was still shaking too hard to respond. He buried his face in Leo's shoulder, relieved that somebody had come to save him. Leo hugged him tighter, also relieved that he'd come in time. "You're going to be fine," he promised Chris.

When Chris opened his eyes again, he was in the attic again.

"Thank goodness!" Piper exclaimed when she saw them. There were still tears in her eyes. "We couldn't find you. Wyatt just came back, he's downstairs trying to see if you orbed down there by mistake..." Once Leo let go of him, she hugged Chris too. "You're alive. I can't believe it, after all of these years, you're alive...I thought I'd never get to see my baby grown-up..."

"Piper, you're suffocating him!" Phoebe protested. "Besides, it's my turn! He's our nephew too!"

Phoebe and Paige—his aunts now—swooped him into an even bigger hug. "You orbed!" Paige congratulated him.

Chris gave her a shaky smile, not so sure that it was exactly an accomplishment.

"Sure it is," said Phoebe out of nowhere. "Telepathy," she explained. "I can read people's minds. Be careful what you think!"

Chris would laugh, but that was kind of creepy...and an invasion of personal space.

"I know, isn't it cool?" asked Phoebe.

"Hey!" said Chris, grinning. "No fair!"

"Did you find him?" asked Wyatt from down the stairs. "Chris!" he said happily, seeing him in the attic. "You're back! Where'd you go?"

"Um, a bridge..."

"Huh?"

"He was on the Golden Gate Bridge," Leo told him. He seemed deep in thought. Little did his sons know, he was wondering about a time ten years ago, when a boy from the future used to orb to that spot for comfort and peace. Was there a connection between the two lives, though they were in different times? There must be.

"Where did the man go?" asked Chris suddenly.

Piper twitched. "What man?"

"The man in Wyatt's room. I saw him. He wants me, doesn't he?"

There was a slight pause in the room.

"I know why he was here," Chris insisted.

"He didn't want you, he was just a demon," Piper lied. "He got away, but he's not coming back, don't worry."

"That's what I thought the first time I saw him. He will come back. He always does..." Chris shivered. The first time he'd seen the man, he was maybe four, but there were several times after that that the man would appear in a dream, see him on a street corner...Chris was scared to be alone while he was around. He was constantly living his life in fear.

"He called you his bounty?" asked Phoebe, after reading his mind.

"Yes. He called me that every time he came. Whenever I saw him, I learned that I had these new abilities...Orbing was the first. And telekinesis, like Wyatt called it. And there were others..." Chris gulped. "He'll come back. Trust me. I don't want you guys to be in danger..." The small boy looked at them desperately.

"We'll vanquish him, don't worry about a thing," Piper assured him. "We have potions for that. How about you guys go into your new room now? It's safe."

The boys exchanged a knowing glance and left the attic.

Piper seemed pale with fright. "If this demon really is after him, then he knows we've been reunited. That means that..."

"The elders know, too," Phoebe finished.

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"Where's all your stuff?" asked Wyatt.

"Right here." Chris pointed to the door, indicating the little red backpack with his name scribbled in Sharpie pen.

"That's it?"

"Yeah. We all shared our toys at the shelter, basically, so we owned pretty little. Hey, I wanna show you something," said Chris excitedly. He unzipped the pack and retrieved a blue baby blanket. Once it was unfolded, he revealed a symbol sewn into the corner.

"The Halliwell crest," said Wyatt. "The elders must have let you keep it when you were kidnapped."

Chris flinched. There was that word again: kidnap.

"I saw it on the wall of your attic, written in chalk," said Chris.

"Yeah, that used to be a time portal. Did mom tell you about your past self coming from the future, or do you only remember the dreams?"

"Piper—mom—told me in the hospital."

"Oh. It's weird, hearing the stories. About you, I mean. I'd never met you, but I felt like I knew you. At least this 23-year-old you from the future. Creepy, huh? I was so curious about it at first. She told everything to me about a year ago...from your first appearance in the past to the day you died."

"That's why I know death." Chris sighed. "There are just some things that we can never forget, I guess."

"Yeah." They sat in silence. "What else is in there?"

Chris dumped the bag. "This is my lucky rock," he said, holding up a pink stone. "I found it on the beach. And these are pressed flowers—nine of them. We get one for Christmas every year at the shelter. Kerry makes them. This is a box full of baby teeth...Don't open it, it's gross. And the rest of the stuff is my clothes."

"These are yours?" Wyatt picked up the stuff out of the bag. It was all old, torn, and way too big for Chris—just like the clothes he had on now. "You can borrow some of mine."

"Why? I like those."

"You can't go to school in them...they're too big."

"They're Sammy's," Chris retorted.

"Here, I have some clothes from when I was your age. You can try them on. Just for school, if you really want to keep your old clothes." Wyatt fished around in his drawers until he found a couple shirts and jeans. He held them up to Chris and his face fell. Chris was too small for those, too; he was skinnier than Wyatt was and the pants wouldn't stay on without a belt.

"School ends in like, a week, Wyatt," Chris tried to reason.

"What about summer camp?"

"Huh?"

"Summer camp," Wyatt repeated. "You know. My parents send me there for a week every summer. They'll probably sign you up, too."

"I've never been to summer camp before!" Chris exclaimed excitedly.

"It's really fun. Maybe we'll end up in the same cabin! But we'll have to get you some clothes and stuff before we go. I can't imagine that those clothes would last you a week."

Chris fidgeted with his feet. This whole conversation of his belongings made him a bit uncomfortable, but instead of showing it, he mumbled, "Okay."

"Wyatt! Time for Magic School!"

"Magic what?" Chris asked.

"Oh, I forgot it was Friday!" Wyatt squealed, grabbing a book bag and stuffing notebooks and a rhyming dictionary in it. "You can come too. It's a class for magical beings, like us. You have to orb with my dad to get there, though. I'm not skilled enough to orb there on my own."

"Wait—you want me to come with you?"

Wyatt gave him a strange look. "Duh!"

"But I don't know anything about magic!"

"Neither does half the class. Relax," Wyatt assured him. "Besides, we're both witch-whitelighters with the same kind of powers. If you need any help, I'll be there."

Chris wasn't too sure of what to do, so he just followed Wyatt down the stairs. Piper handed him a bag like Wyatt's.

"It has notebooks and pencils for taking notes," she explained. "I don't think you'll need them yet, but you never know. Are you sure you want to go?"

Chris didn't think he had much of a choice in the matter, considering the bag was already packed. "Um, yeah."

"Okay, take my hands," said Leo.

The three of them orbed into a regal looking classroom with polished wood and intricate fixtures. It looked more like a rich person's mansion than a class room, complete with a fireplace and mantle. But there were ten or twelve chairs all in a semi-circle around a teacher's desk, with several kids sitting in them. A teacher approached them.

"Paige!" Chris exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

Paige laughed. "I'm the teacher. But you have to call me Ms. Halliwell, okay?"

"Okay..."

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