A/N-- Bad, bad, bad me. I have been a terrible writer. To anyone who's still reading this story, I have to apologize, because I haven't updated in so long. I've sort of completely neglected all my fanfiction, for mixed reasons of other distractions and horrible writer's block. And I'm afraid to say that this chapter doesn't exactly make up for the delay, because it's considerably short and isn't really all that great, but it's the best I've got for now, and it's kind of necessary. But I already have the next chapter on its way, and I think I've figured out what I'll be doing for the next few chapters, so they should be a coming faster. Again, I apologize for the humongous delay, thanks for still reading this and bearing with me.

Disclaimer --I don't own anything other than Kat and the idea of this story. Duh.

Chris lay awake on his bed, eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling above him. Thoughts rushed through his head, bumping backwards and forwards in his mind, racking his skull with unwanted suspicions and doubts.

How could she have lied to him like that? He had trusted her to help him, had possibly put the lives of those he loved in her hands, and she had led them all to danger.

But what would he do about it now? Should he tell the sisters? As much as he wished he could, he knew he wouldn't do it. Not yet. A small part of his mind still cared enough to not have her kicked out of the house. Besides, she had confessed to him, to maybe she would tell the sisters herself.

Another voice in Chris's mind spoke up, turning his sorrow into anger. The fact was that she had lied. It didn't matter that she had told him or whether she would tell the Charmed ones. She had lied to him, betrayed his trust, led him to believe she had felt something, and nearly gotten Piper killed. One couldn't forget something like that so easily.

Yet he still couldn't bring himself to tell the sisters. As angry or cheated as he felt, he owed her that much.

With these last thoughts, Chris finally fell into a shallow, uneasy sleep, dreams of Kat's face surfacing against his will.

Kat was pacing around the attic, walking back and forth, ignoring her swimming head and blurry vision.

She had told him. And he hadn't exactly reacted the way she had wanted him to. That had been to be expected, and she should have seen it coming, especially considering her rather advantaged position. But she had been blinded by the hope that he would understand, that he wouldn't blame her for lying. But he did, and now there was nothing she could do to take it back.

She didn't believe he would tell the sisters. He would leave it to her to tell them, that much she knew for sure. But the rest wasn't so obvious. She couldn't See anything clearly, there were too many variables, too many things that could be changed.

Kat pressed her palms on either side of her head as if trying to squeeze out all the thoughts, all the images. She knew it was futile to even try to get rid of her swirling Sight, so she contented herself in making her head throb under the pressure.

She flopped down onto the bed, finally letting go of her head and watching the little colorful dots swim in front of her. So there was nothing she could do about Chris. As much as it pained her to think it, she knew there was most likely no way she could bring back what had been built between them. But she could at least try to make up for what she had brought the sisters into.

Pushing all lingering thoughts of Chris aside, Kat jumped off the bed and walk determinedly to the stand where the Book of Shadow still lay open and started flipping through it, looking for something she had never thought she would find herself using. There was much to be made up for.

A/N --Yeah, like I said, short. Very. Yet more apologizing from me. But bear with me a little more, will you? But in the mean time, give me reviews! Because I love reviews. And they make me happy. And if I'm happy about what other people think of my story, I'll write more faster. Sensible, isn't it?