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"So, what's going to keep you from being able to hear all my thoughts? Because personally, I would like to keep some of them private. Not to mention the constant chattering we'll be hearing," Chris replaced some of the unused potion ingredients in the cabinet, "if you think nearly as much as you talk..."
"Well, it's like the rings," Chloe shot Chris a sarcastic glare as she wrote the spell in the book of shadows, "or even talking to another person. You have to direct your thoughts to the person." She leaned over the book to proof read what she had just written. "Hear anything?" she asked.
Chris shook his head no, "Excellent."
"I still think we should have included Wyatt," Chloe sat on her bed.
"Definitely not," Chris sat across from her, "if our plans don't work, and he does turn evil—he'll be able to read us from birth, as in ours. We'd never be able to save him. If this works, we can add him to the spell when we go home," Chris rose and headed towards the stairs.
"While we're on the topic of 'home,' that's where I'm going as soon as this is over," Chloe revealed. Chris stopped in the doorframe and never looked back at her. "The Avatars only sent me here to save Wyatt and my dad. They'll be coming back for me when this is over. And of course you can go with me," she offered getting up to join him.
"We'll see," Chris faked a smile.
Chloe knew to drop the issue, "We can figure that out when the time comes," she eased past her cousin and down the steps.
"Don't be like that," Chris rolled his eyes with a huff as he followed Chloe down the stairs.
Chloe laughed and shook her head, "I just know when to stop," she turned to him with a wink. The twosome passed Piper's room to see Leo sitting with her on the bed. He had his head resting on her stomach listening to baby Chris kick. Piper was giggling. "I think that there's a distinct possibility that their future is going to be different than the one we left."
Leo looked up to see his youngest son and niece standing in the doorway, "Oh, hi. We were wondering where you two had made it to." Piper leaned her head back against the headboard with a gentle smile and twinkling eyes to her son.
"We were taking care of a couple of things," Chris smiled back to his parents.
Chloe patted him on the shoulder as she left, Give Piper this, put the other one on Wyatt, she tossed Chris her ring.
Chris turned the rings over in his hand as he walked into his mom's room. Wyatt was sitting on the floor tearing pages from one of his books, "Good idea, Chloe," he squatted next to Wyatt.
"What idea was that?" Piper asked leaning over the edge of the bed to see Wyatt and Chris.
"Put our rings on you and Wyatt. That way we can track you, and you can track each other," he continued to flip the rings in his palm. He sighed as he slid one of the rings over Wyatt's baby finger, "Too big."
"I can fix that," Piper scooted to the edge of the bed, "Little ring made of gold, shrink to a size my baby can hold," she chanted as the ring magically shrank to a size that would fit Wyatt's finger.
Chris leaned over to Wyatt, "I need to put this on your finger, ok, buddy? It's to protect you." Wyatt stood from his destroyed book and walked to sit in Chris's lap. He fell into Chris's lap and let him slip the ring on his finger, "There you go," he kissed Wyatt's blonde curls before turning to Piper, "and this one's for you, Mom."
Piper took the ring from Chris, "Don't you need these?"
Chris shook his head, "No, Chloe and I found a way to bypass that," Chris smirked, "and I think that by putting the rings on yours and Wyatt's fingers, it will help us keep track of you and Wyatt when we enter the Magic School."
"Will we be able to keep track of you? And read your thoughts?" Piper asked hopefully.
"That, I do not know. Chloe is the one who wrote the spell, you'll have to address that with her."
Paige and Richard were cuddled up on the sofa in the parlor when Chloe swept down the stairs, "Don't mind me," she waved.
Paige raised her head surprised to see her niece, "Chloe."
"Don't worry about it, Paige," she smiled as she continued on to the kitchen.
Paige grabbed Richard's hand, pulled him to his feet, and followed her, "I don't think you and Mr. Montana here have been properly introduced," she pulled Richard around to her front as Chloe put her glass on the counter and held her hand out to him.
"Richard," he introduced himself.
"Chloe," she smiled taking his hand, "Cole and Phoebe's daughter, Paige's number one and only niece." She smiled big before taking her glass of water with her to the conservatory, "Have you seen my parents?" she asked picking up Cole's John Grisham novel from the breakfast table.
"Not recently, sweetie. Sorry," Paige apologized as Richard pulled her to him and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
Chloe looked at her aunt and Richard flirt in the kitchen as she thumbed through her father's book. For the first time since she had come here, she was homesick—she missed Trey. She closed her eyes to pinch back the tears, hoping Paige and Richard wouldn't notice her sadness. Her fingers found their way to a daisy petal that lay alone on the table beneath the flower that dropped it. Chloe gently placed her pointer finger on the petal as she fell into a flood of memories that hadn't happened in time.
"Chloe," his voice rang as clear as if he were standing in the room with her, "Come on, Chloe, where are you?" Trey called in a hushed voice, trying not to draw the attention of the probes to his location.
"Shh," she quieted shimmering in behind him as a probe whizzed around the corner. She placed her hand on his shoulder and shimmered out.
When Chloe shimmered back into the enchanted forest, Trey turned quickly to pull her into a hug. His eyes glistened with fear as Chloe pulled tenderly from his embrace. She looked up into his deep blue, almost grey eyes, silver hair reflecting the streaks of sun peaking through the branches, and knew why she loved this man. "What were you doing? You know not to come to me in the city."
Trey kissed her forehead, "I got your note. Chloe, you can't be serious. You're not really going back are you?"
Chloe frowned. She knew what he was thinking as his fingers laced through hers. "The Avatars are sending me back. I have to help Chris and I have to save my dad. This is the only way. They said that Batterak has already gone back—I have got to follow him," Trey winced at the thought of her leaving. "Just think, Trey," Chloe continued, "Just think how much better our lives will be, our world will be, if Chris and I succeed at not only destroying Batterak but saving Wyatt."
Trey pulled her hands to his lips and placed a kiss on her knuckles, "I know you miss your dad, Clo, and Chris, but there has got," he didn't finish his sentence.
Chloe placed her index finger against his lips, "No, this is it. This is the only way. I don't have the power alone to follow Batterak, much less defeat him. There is no way for me to warn Chris. And if I vanquish Batterak in the past, he'll never get to my dad. That will change things...for all of us."
Trey turned away trying to hide the tear that was rolling down his cheek but to no avail. Chloe pulled his lips back to hers in a passionate kiss as the tears also formed in her eyes, "I have until midnight," she led him to spot hidden beneath the trees, "Wish me farewell and good luck?" she winked.
The couple passed a row of black-eyed Susans, and Trey swept one up and in one fluid motion had it behind Chloe's ear, "Of course, and I wish you my love. Return to me," he lowered her to the ground with a kiss.
Chloe hadn't realized that she had laid her head down across her arms—hiding her face and her tears. When the vision ended, she lifted her head and pulled the fallen petal closer to her. She saw her mom watching her from the chair across the table as her eyes cleared. "He's handsome. And he loves you so much, as much if not more than you love him," she reached across the table to take her daughter's hand.
"I'm glad the vision ended there, or I might be a little embarrassed," Chloe feigned a grin as she wiped the tears from her eyes. She cocked her head to her mom as she began to laugh, "No, he's not robbing the cradle. He's Chris's age. His mother is a wood nymph. She has control over the weather and the elements—and has white hair. That's where he got it from," Chloe smiled as she turned to her father who was now entering the room, "It's not like it would be unusual for someone in this family to marry someone older than them. How old are you, dad? And Leo's dead," she let her sentence trail off.
Cole sat at the table next to his daughter as he turned to Phoebe, then back to Chloe with a smile, "You're mother and I went to get something. It's been in my family for centuries, but don't worry, on the human side. I want you to have it." He reached behind his back and produced a tiara—a thin lined golden half-moon, embedded with small diamonds and pearls. Cole placed it softly on her head, "I know you haven't been born yet, and I know that whatever memories you have of me haven't even taken place. But I can already tell that you are my princess, and you deserve your crown."
Chloe ran her finger along the gems. "Maybe you can wear it on your wedding day to that enchanted prince from your vision," Phoebe winked.
"Thank you," Chloe rose from her seat and draped her arms around her father's neck.
He pulled her into his lap to fully embrace her, "No, thank you...for everything."
Phoebe couldn't shut out the emotions that filled the house. Piper's, Leo's, Chris's and Wyatt's family time and love was pouring through the ceiling. Paige's and Richard's rekindling romance echoed through the walls. And her soulmate's and daughter's appreciation and adoration of each other covered her like sweet perfume. "Oh, let me in that hug," she finally cried, "I love you!" she kissed the tops of Cole's and Chloe's head respectively. "This is just the best, most loving family a girl could want."
"So, what's going to keep you from being able to hear all my thoughts? Because personally, I would like to keep some of them private. Not to mention the constant chattering we'll be hearing," Chris replaced some of the unused potion ingredients in the cabinet, "if you think nearly as much as you talk..."
"Well, it's like the rings," Chloe shot Chris a sarcastic glare as she wrote the spell in the book of shadows, "or even talking to another person. You have to direct your thoughts to the person." She leaned over the book to proof read what she had just written. "Hear anything?" she asked.
Chris shook his head no, "Excellent."
"I still think we should have included Wyatt," Chloe sat on her bed.
"Definitely not," Chris sat across from her, "if our plans don't work, and he does turn evil—he'll be able to read us from birth, as in ours. We'd never be able to save him. If this works, we can add him to the spell when we go home," Chris rose and headed towards the stairs.
"While we're on the topic of 'home,' that's where I'm going as soon as this is over," Chloe revealed. Chris stopped in the doorframe and never looked back at her. "The Avatars only sent me here to save Wyatt and my dad. They'll be coming back for me when this is over. And of course you can go with me," she offered getting up to join him.
"We'll see," Chris faked a smile.
Chloe knew to drop the issue, "We can figure that out when the time comes," she eased past her cousin and down the steps.
"Don't be like that," Chris rolled his eyes with a huff as he followed Chloe down the stairs.
Chloe laughed and shook her head, "I just know when to stop," she turned to him with a wink. The twosome passed Piper's room to see Leo sitting with her on the bed. He had his head resting on her stomach listening to baby Chris kick. Piper was giggling. "I think that there's a distinct possibility that their future is going to be different than the one we left."
Leo looked up to see his youngest son and niece standing in the doorway, "Oh, hi. We were wondering where you two had made it to." Piper leaned her head back against the headboard with a gentle smile and twinkling eyes to her son.
"We were taking care of a couple of things," Chris smiled back to his parents.
Chloe patted him on the shoulder as she left, Give Piper this, put the other one on Wyatt, she tossed Chris her ring.
Chris turned the rings over in his hand as he walked into his mom's room. Wyatt was sitting on the floor tearing pages from one of his books, "Good idea, Chloe," he squatted next to Wyatt.
"What idea was that?" Piper asked leaning over the edge of the bed to see Wyatt and Chris.
"Put our rings on you and Wyatt. That way we can track you, and you can track each other," he continued to flip the rings in his palm. He sighed as he slid one of the rings over Wyatt's baby finger, "Too big."
"I can fix that," Piper scooted to the edge of the bed, "Little ring made of gold, shrink to a size my baby can hold," she chanted as the ring magically shrank to a size that would fit Wyatt's finger.
Chris leaned over to Wyatt, "I need to put this on your finger, ok, buddy? It's to protect you." Wyatt stood from his destroyed book and walked to sit in Chris's lap. He fell into Chris's lap and let him slip the ring on his finger, "There you go," he kissed Wyatt's blonde curls before turning to Piper, "and this one's for you, Mom."
Piper took the ring from Chris, "Don't you need these?"
Chris shook his head, "No, Chloe and I found a way to bypass that," Chris smirked, "and I think that by putting the rings on yours and Wyatt's fingers, it will help us keep track of you and Wyatt when we enter the Magic School."
"Will we be able to keep track of you? And read your thoughts?" Piper asked hopefully.
"That, I do not know. Chloe is the one who wrote the spell, you'll have to address that with her."
Paige and Richard were cuddled up on the sofa in the parlor when Chloe swept down the stairs, "Don't mind me," she waved.
Paige raised her head surprised to see her niece, "Chloe."
"Don't worry about it, Paige," she smiled as she continued on to the kitchen.
Paige grabbed Richard's hand, pulled him to his feet, and followed her, "I don't think you and Mr. Montana here have been properly introduced," she pulled Richard around to her front as Chloe put her glass on the counter and held her hand out to him.
"Richard," he introduced himself.
"Chloe," she smiled taking his hand, "Cole and Phoebe's daughter, Paige's number one and only niece." She smiled big before taking her glass of water with her to the conservatory, "Have you seen my parents?" she asked picking up Cole's John Grisham novel from the breakfast table.
"Not recently, sweetie. Sorry," Paige apologized as Richard pulled her to him and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
Chloe looked at her aunt and Richard flirt in the kitchen as she thumbed through her father's book. For the first time since she had come here, she was homesick—she missed Trey. She closed her eyes to pinch back the tears, hoping Paige and Richard wouldn't notice her sadness. Her fingers found their way to a daisy petal that lay alone on the table beneath the flower that dropped it. Chloe gently placed her pointer finger on the petal as she fell into a flood of memories that hadn't happened in time.
"Chloe," his voice rang as clear as if he were standing in the room with her, "Come on, Chloe, where are you?" Trey called in a hushed voice, trying not to draw the attention of the probes to his location.
"Shh," she quieted shimmering in behind him as a probe whizzed around the corner. She placed her hand on his shoulder and shimmered out.
When Chloe shimmered back into the enchanted forest, Trey turned quickly to pull her into a hug. His eyes glistened with fear as Chloe pulled tenderly from his embrace. She looked up into his deep blue, almost grey eyes, silver hair reflecting the streaks of sun peaking through the branches, and knew why she loved this man. "What were you doing? You know not to come to me in the city."
Trey kissed her forehead, "I got your note. Chloe, you can't be serious. You're not really going back are you?"
Chloe frowned. She knew what he was thinking as his fingers laced through hers. "The Avatars are sending me back. I have to help Chris and I have to save my dad. This is the only way. They said that Batterak has already gone back—I have got to follow him," Trey winced at the thought of her leaving. "Just think, Trey," Chloe continued, "Just think how much better our lives will be, our world will be, if Chris and I succeed at not only destroying Batterak but saving Wyatt."
Trey pulled her hands to his lips and placed a kiss on her knuckles, "I know you miss your dad, Clo, and Chris, but there has got," he didn't finish his sentence.
Chloe placed her index finger against his lips, "No, this is it. This is the only way. I don't have the power alone to follow Batterak, much less defeat him. There is no way for me to warn Chris. And if I vanquish Batterak in the past, he'll never get to my dad. That will change things...for all of us."
Trey turned away trying to hide the tear that was rolling down his cheek but to no avail. Chloe pulled his lips back to hers in a passionate kiss as the tears also formed in her eyes, "I have until midnight," she led him to spot hidden beneath the trees, "Wish me farewell and good luck?" she winked.
The couple passed a row of black-eyed Susans, and Trey swept one up and in one fluid motion had it behind Chloe's ear, "Of course, and I wish you my love. Return to me," he lowered her to the ground with a kiss.
Chloe hadn't realized that she had laid her head down across her arms—hiding her face and her tears. When the vision ended, she lifted her head and pulled the fallen petal closer to her. She saw her mom watching her from the chair across the table as her eyes cleared. "He's handsome. And he loves you so much, as much if not more than you love him," she reached across the table to take her daughter's hand.
"I'm glad the vision ended there, or I might be a little embarrassed," Chloe feigned a grin as she wiped the tears from her eyes. She cocked her head to her mom as she began to laugh, "No, he's not robbing the cradle. He's Chris's age. His mother is a wood nymph. She has control over the weather and the elements—and has white hair. That's where he got it from," Chloe smiled as she turned to her father who was now entering the room, "It's not like it would be unusual for someone in this family to marry someone older than them. How old are you, dad? And Leo's dead," she let her sentence trail off.
Cole sat at the table next to his daughter as he turned to Phoebe, then back to Chloe with a smile, "You're mother and I went to get something. It's been in my family for centuries, but don't worry, on the human side. I want you to have it." He reached behind his back and produced a tiara—a thin lined golden half-moon, embedded with small diamonds and pearls. Cole placed it softly on her head, "I know you haven't been born yet, and I know that whatever memories you have of me haven't even taken place. But I can already tell that you are my princess, and you deserve your crown."
Chloe ran her finger along the gems. "Maybe you can wear it on your wedding day to that enchanted prince from your vision," Phoebe winked.
"Thank you," Chloe rose from her seat and draped her arms around her father's neck.
He pulled her into his lap to fully embrace her, "No, thank you...for everything."
Phoebe couldn't shut out the emotions that filled the house. Piper's, Leo's, Chris's and Wyatt's family time and love was pouring through the ceiling. Paige's and Richard's rekindling romance echoed through the walls. And her soulmate's and daughter's appreciation and adoration of each other covered her like sweet perfume. "Oh, let me in that hug," she finally cried, "I love you!" she kissed the tops of Cole's and Chloe's head respectively. "This is just the best, most loving family a girl could want."