CHAPTER FIVE

"Are you trying to not get me born?" Chris snapped.

"You're Piper and Leo's kid, right?" Phoebe asked.

"I cannot believe I messed up this big. Wyatt is going to have my head," He said, shaking his head. "Maybe I can talk Leo into giving me some memory dust."

"Memory dust? That sounds magical, and Leo is just a handy man," Phoebe said. Then she looked thoughtful. "Or is he? What was that thing you mentioned earlier, and Wyatt yelled at you about? A white bearer or something?"

Chris rolled his eyes, while Phoebe's lit up. "Oh! I have a nephew. I have two nephews! Are there any more I should know about?" She asked.

"I can't tell you. Future consequences."

Phoebe considered this. "Something tells me I'm not going to like that sentence at all. So how old are you?"

"Can we stay focused here?" Chris snapped. "Wyatt and I need to get home, but we can't because we don't even know the potion that brought us here. We can't contact Aunt Paige, because nobody knows she exist in this time, and -." He froze. "I am the world's stupidest wizard!"

"Who's Paige?" Phoebe asked.

"Uh... I think you should go talk to Wyatt now," Chris finally said. "Take Piper with you. I need to talk to Leo."

"Don't you mean Mom and Dad?" Phoebe grinned.

"You can't tell anyone. Don't even let Wyatt know that you know. I'm not in the mood for being slammed into a wall."

"I don't know if we should help you," Phoebe said. "You've got future information."

"I'll make a deal with you. You help get us home, and we'll take care of the demon you're dealing with," Chris said.

"Slime spitting demons that shoot fire out of their fingers and look as though they've been run over several times by a truck? Alright, it's a deal."

"Thank you Aunt Phoebe," Chris said, relieved. He quickly shook on it, and then Phoebe went to get Piper so they could go upstairs. Once Chris was sure they were gone, he put his backpack on the table and strolled over to Leo.

"Uhh... hi," He said slowly. Well this is awkward.

"Hi," Leo said, eyeing him warily. He smiled. "I'm Leo Wyatt," He said, holding his hand out.

"Err... Chris Perry," Chris replied. How long am I going to use my middle name as my last name? He wondered. "So you're a handy man?" Wow, do I usually sound this stupid?

"Yeah. Just fixing a few things around here. How do you know the girls?" Leo asked.

"We're related," Chris said. Should I go with the 'we're very distant cousins' thing, or the 'I'm actually you're son from the future - can I borrow your memory dust?'

"Oh? I didn't know they had any relatives living nearby."

"Don't you mean you weren't aware they had any male relatives at all? Specifically a sixteen year old and eighteen year old?" Chris asked.

"Why would I know that?" Leo asked cautiously.

"Umm," Chris shifted his wait nervously. "Because you're their whitelighter, and you know everything about them?"

"How do you know about whitelighters?"

"I'm a witch," Chris said. Ooh. Maybe I should have told him I was a whitelighter. He waved his arm, and Leo's hammer floated off of his work belt. "You're sort of my whitelighter. Well, mine and my brother's whitelighter, that is."

"I think I would have known you a lot better if I were your whitelighter," Leo said.

"Okay, let me try and explain. You see, Wyatt and I are from the future. Technically, we haven't been born yet. Honestly, I doubt we've even been thought about yet. Eww. The point is, I spilled a few things to Phoebe by accident – who can't keep a secret – and that would utterly change the future, so I was hoping you'd let me borrow your memory dust." He had said it all in one big breath, and was surprised by it. Wow, is that how Aunt Phoebe sounded when she spilled the beans to Dad about Mom being pregnant with me?

Leo stared at him, and then blinked. "What?" He asked.

"Uh, just let me see that memory dust," Chris said.

"I don't think so. You didn't tell the sisters about me, did you?" Leo asked.

"Not exactly," Chris said. "I mentioned a whitelighter, but they don't know what that is. But once we use the memory dust on them, they won't remember, so they can go on not knowing who you are."

"Hey Chris, we could really use your help up ... Chris, what are you doing?" Wyatt demanded.

"Uhh, talking to Leo," Chris said.

Wyatt narrowed his eyes. "About what?"

"Are you a witch too?" Leo asked.

"Sort of," Wyatt replied nervously. "How much has Chris been babbling?" He asked Leo. Then he turned accusing eyes on Chris. "And why is Phoebe looking at me like she knows something?"

"Because you're paranoid," Chris suggested.

"I don't think so. You've been babbling again," He stated.

"Hey, she figured me out. And I'm working on it, okay?"

Wyatt eyed his father, and then raised his arm, freezing him. "How much does he know?" He asked, gesturing to the Leo Statue.

"I just told him we're his charges from the future and I told Phoebe some thing that would have dire consequences if I didn't use his memory dust," Chris explained.

"Did you make sure Mom and the Aunts weren't listening?"

"They were upstairs with you, weren't they?"

Wyatt nodded his head. "Fine. What's the date?"

"January 12 ... 1999," Chris said.

"We need to get out of here," Wyatt said.

"Did you find the potion?" Chris asked hopefully.

"No, but we're working on it. It's hard to find anything, though. Every time I stop to read something, Prue gets on my case. She's like a hawk."

"Alright, you get to work on the potion, and I'll take care of the memory dust and the demon," Chris said.

"Demon? Whoa, what demon?" Wyatt asked, narrowing his eyes.

"I made an agreement with Aunt Phoebe. She helps us out with getting home while keeping our secret and we'll – you know – vanquish the demon after them," Chris said.

"Chris, we can't vanquish their demon. They have to vanquish it."

"Wyatt, if Mom finds out, we're not going to get home. Things might come out, like Aunt Prue is dead, and Aunt Paige! I already slipped up on that."

"What!?" Wyatt cried, just as Leo unfroze. Neither of the brothers noticed, though.

"I didn't say Aunt Prue died, I just mentioned Aunt Paige. I didn't tell her what happened. Besides, when we get the memory dust, no one will even remember we were here."

"It isn't going to be that easy, Chris. How are you going to get Dad to give you the memory dust?" Wyatt demanded.

Leo took in the exchange, as each brother glared angrily at each other.

"Fine! What do you think we should do?"

"I think we should get back up in that attic Before Phoebe-I-couldn't-keep-a -secret-if-my-life-depended-on-it blabs that Leo and Piper are our parents!" Wyatt snapped.

Chris nodded, and then quickly orbed outside the attic door. Wyatt looked warily after him, and then orbed as well, leaving a very confused Leo.