Wow, this is the best turn out for a story I've ever had. Go me, go me. I'll shut up now.
But first! I have a few notes to say. Thanks to phoebe turner, KC-Piper-fan, Opale, Queen of the Elven City, ChiaraStorm, Zeria, buffgirl, PrUe AnD AnDy! , Charles, nighttime writer, goldstranger, Raya Halliwell, Reader, highlandgurl, darkdestiney2000, Manette, Gossy707, Agent Amber. SEU angel, Kilikapele, DrewFullerFan4Life, LunaMoon7, deranged black kitten of doom, Lane, goldstranger, CaliforniaChick, and phoebe turner
Yes, I did update chapter four last night to those who may have noticed, but I decided to try and get a few more reviews out of chapter three before I set this one out
NOTES
KC-Piper-fan: Of course the boys are going to 'slip up'. What kind of an author do you take me for?
Opale: Well, to be honest, they don't tell the girls who they are.
Queen of the Elven City: This is an easy one to answer. Wyatt is good.
buffgirl: Actually, the back pack won't really come into play until later, but what Chris was really worried about (since I didn't explain it at all) was that they would see his school papers with his name on it, or Phoebe would get a premonition
Charles: Actually, I considered having them orb out of the attic, but decided against it. I thought it would be funnier if they ended up getting caught. And they do have their powers, but they had panicked when the girls came in, so they just hid
nighttime writer: I wouldn't say it was a blond moment, since he isn't blond. I'd just say that he was a bit stupid.
Kilikapele: Wow, thanks! This is an up lifter. I have read to trust or not to trust. I loved it. Can't wait for more of it, but, things are going to get really difficult for Chris and Wyatt in this story, hopeful there will be enough laughs and stuff. I try to update quickly. I already have the next four chapters written out, but I'm waiting for good amounts of reviews before each one is put out, so KEEP REVIEWING. That's for anyone who just skims through this. Glad this was a good birthday present. Thanks for the nice review
LunaMoon7: Honestly, I don't really think Chris looked that much like Piper, so I'm not really going to mention it here. Maybe I'll bring it in again later on in the story. I'm considering doing something with Paige later on, but we'll see. Yes, they keep their powers. They're not born yet, remember?
CHAPTER FOUR
"Who are you?" Prue asked coldly. "How did you get in here?"
"Uhh ... I'm Chris," He said slowly. "And this is my older brother, Wyatt."
"We sort of ... transported ourselves in here," Wyatt said. "Look, we don't want to be in your way or anything, we just need to get home. Chris was messing with a potion, and -."
"I was messing with a potion?" Chris asked incredulously. "You were the one who wanted to make Aunt Paige's vanquishing potion."
"Do you want to get born?" Wyatt threatened. "When we get back, Mom is finding out about you skipping school. If you hadn't, this wouldn't have happened."
"You have got to be kidding me. This is your fault anyways! I'm better at potions than you; I don't know why you couldn't just let me put the dust in!"
"Because it wasn't your potion to be making!" Wyatt snapped.
"Okay, both of you take a step away," Piper said. "Geeze, didn't you parents ever teach you to get along?" Wyatt and Chris exchanged nervous glances at that last sentence.
Phoebe smiled at Wyatt. "Hey Prue, is it just me or does the older one look like Leo?" She asked.
"Are you related to Leo?" Prue asked. "Is that why you go by the name Wyatt?"
"Something like that," Wyatt admitted quietly. The girl's didn't hear him, though.
"And you think I don't know how to shut up," Chris murmured.
"Okay, I have a few questions," Piper said.
Chris looked at Wyatt, his face looking very ill. "Like what?" He managed to get out.
"Where are you from, for starters," Piper asked.
"San Francisco," Wyatt said.
"Are you related to Leo Wyatt?"
"Err ..."
"No," Chris said. Interesting, he could never lie to his mother at home, and here he was in the past doing just fine. He had to restrain from patting himself on the back. "We don't know anyone by that name. Our last name is Perry."
"Do we know your parents?"
"Maybe," Chris answered. "Although, I don't think you do." Technically they didn't. His parents were still at a flirting stage in this time.
"What exactly do you need from us?"
"We need to use your things to make a potion to get us back to our rightful place," Chris replied.
"Can't you just drive there? You said you're from San Francisco," Prue said.
"It's a little more complicated than that," Chris said.
"Are you witches?"
"Actually, we're whitelighters."
Up until then, Wyatt had been impressed with his brother's answers, but now he wanted to hit him in the back of the head. "You idiot. They don't know what a whitelighter is. For all they know, it could be demonic."
"Well it doesn't sound demonic," Phoebe put in.
Chris stared at her. "Were you always this stupid, or is it a recent thing?" This caused Prue and Piper to burst out laughing, while Phoebe stood there, red faced.
"Chris, stop. Now." He looked back at the sisters. "Alright, let's just take in a few deep breaths."
"Pacifist," Chris murmured under his breath.
Wyatt turned to him angrily. "Is there something you wanted to say?" He asked.
"Oh, nothing," Chris said, looking innocent.
Prue frowned at the scene. "Alright, how do we make this potion?" She asked.
Chris groaned. "Please tell me you remember the potion," He said.
Wyatt paled. "I remember ginger root and Grimm dust," He finally said.
"We should try a spell," Chris suggested. "Hey Phoebe, you're good at spells. Could you write us one?"
"I am?" Phoebe asked, confused. How would he know that? In fact, how did he know who she was?
Prue was looking Wyatt and Chris over distantly, Piper seemed to be considering something. Phoebe was the only one who noticed it, apparently.
"No, she's not," Wyatt said quickly. "Chris, you can write spells just fine yourself. Stop being lazy and get to work. I'll try to come up with a potion if the spell backfires."
He turned around and strode to the book.
"Ah!" Prue snapped, pulling Piper out of her thoughts. "What do you think you're doing?"
Wyatt gave her an amused look. "Looking through the book. I think I recall seeing a useful potion in here."
"And when was the last time you looked in there?" Piper asked, now getting suspicious.
"Look whose stupid now," Chris said. The sisters spun back around to look at him. He sat on the attic floor, with a pad of paper and pen in his hand that he had pulled out of his notebook.
Phoebe leaned over to look curiously at the notebook, and saw at the top of the page: Chris Halliwell, May 3, 2020. She quickly covered her mouth, and looked to her sisters to see if they had noticed. Both were back to hassling Wyatt about going through the book. He was telling them that he was okay, only good could touch the book, and he hadn't been electrocuted yet.
"I thought only family could touch it," Phoebe spoke up. Chris's head jerked up from his work, and Wyatt stared at her cautiously.
"No," He finally said. Chris glanced at the sheet of paper and realized what Phoebe must have seen. Stifling a groan, he quickly ripped the paper out and crumpled it up, tossing it behind him. In his time, you always had to name and date your papers. It was something he was so used to that he hadn't realized the little mistake.
"They are definitely not family," Prue said.
Chris wanted to say, 'shows how much you know', but decided against it. There needed to be someway to distract the girls. At least so he and Wyatt could try to sort this out. "Do you guys have a newspaper?" He blurted out. Hey, he could find out the date, and there was no way the newspaper would be in the attic.
Piper nodded slowly. "Sure. I'll go get it."
"I'll come with you," Chris said quickly, getting up.
"No you won't," Wyatt warned.
Chris stuffed his stuff in his backpack and stood up. "Hey, maybe I'll get some inspiration," He replied. "Plus I can figure out where exactly we are."
Wyatt knew what he meant, and had to hide a scowl. "Fine. I'll stay here and try to find that potion."
"I'll stay too," Prue said, eying Wyatt with deep distrust. "Phoebe, why don't you go with Chris and Piper?"
Phoebe shrugged. "Okay. Just another chance to check out Leo," She said, hitting Piper playfully.
"Oh gross!" Chris exclaimed. Shuddering at the thought of his Aunt hitting on his Father. It was just oh-so wrong. Why hadn't his Mother warned him about that?
Phoebe looked at him curiously, and then a small smile played on her lips. Oh god, please tell me she hasn't figured it out, Chris thought. The three of them started downstairs.
Phoebe decided to play around with Piper and Chris. "Hey Piper, do you think you and Leo will ever have kids?" She asked.
Both Piper and Chris turned bright red. "Please Phoebe, I just met him." She looked at Chris with embarrassment.
"What do you think Chris Perry? Do you think Piper and Leo will hook up?"
"He doesn't even know Leo," Piper said stiffly.
"Sure he does! You saw Leo come in, didn't you, Chris? I think Leo and Piper have the hots for each other. I saw him first, of course, but -."
"Please stop," Chris said, looking pleadingly at his Aunt.
"Hey Piper, have you and Leo done -."
"Over sharing!" Chris declared, quickly covering his ears.
Piper looked at him, a little shocked by the small outburst.
Phoebe smirked, and then skipped down the stairs. "Hi Leo," She called. Leo peered out from the kitchen.
"Hey, I'm almost done in here," Leo said. He smiled at Piper. Phoebe pranced into the kitchen and looked teasingly at Chris.
"That's good," Piper said, smiling back. Chris noticed the look and frowned.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me. Phoebe, where's the newspaper?" He demanded, not wanting to see the lovey look in his parents' eyes.
"Right here," Phoebe said, handing him the paper. Chris looked it over.
"Who's that?" Leo asked curiously, looking at Chris.
"Chris Perry," Piper said dully.
"You should see his brother, Leo. He looks just like you," Phoebe said.
Chris glared at her. "Do you ever shut up?" He demanded.
"Find what you were looking for?" Piper asked quickly.
Chris stared at the newspaper. It was so ... boring. It was huge, instead of a small disc, and there weren't even any holograms. "Uhh ... where's the date?" He asked.
"You just wanted to know the date?" Piper asked with confusion.
"It's the twelfth," Leo said.
Chris shifted uncomfortably. "Right." He said slowly. Like that helped him. He searched the front page, until he found the full date. January twelfth, 1999. He looked up at his mom, his jaw agape. His Mom and Aunts had barely been witches! And his Aunt Paige was definitely not here - she'd have some suggestions to help out. Now what was he going to do? Wyatt wasn't going to like this.
"Are you okay?" Leo asked with concern. He walked over to Chris to test his forehead, see if it was warm, but Chris quickly jumped back.
"I'm fine," He lied. He stiffened and then looked at Phoebe. She thought the whole scene was hilarious. Alright, genius, you think you've got it all figured out? "Phoebe, could you help me in the other room?" He asked.
"I don't think so, young man," Piper said, grabbing Chris's arm. "I'm still not sure I can trust you alone."
"Piper, he's just a kid. What could he do?" Leo asked.
"Like you don't know," Chris murmured, referring to the types of demons that he could actually be. Noticing the look Leo was giving him, he quickly straitened up. "Phoebe, now."
"Yeah, I heard you the first time," Phoebe said. She looked at Piper. "Hey, maybe you should go check on Wyatt. Make sure he and Prue are behaving."
Chris refrained from gagging. "You realize you have the world's sickest mind, don't you?" He asked.
"I do? I only meant that they weren't arguing," Phoebe said innocently as the two walked into a different room. Piper and Leo stared after them, until Leo looked at Piper.
"Wyatt?" He asked curiously.
"Err..."