I'M BACK!! Thanks to all reviewers! You shall receive a cookie! (::) AND... a lollie @--! And just to let you peeps know, I do not under any circumstances hate Leo. In fact, it's just the opposite.

Anywho, here's the next chapter.

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Chris could not sleep. He felt very embarrassed. Marlee, wonderful, spirited, love-of-his-life, Marlee had walked in on him.

In his underwear.

If he could have picked a time to have locked that door, that would have been it.

What if she had been offended by his boxers. Or worse, maybe just the sight of him with his shirt off was repulsive to her. 'Maybe I should go apologize,' Chris thought. He was about to leave the room, but then he turned around....

And put his shirt back on.

However, in Marlee and Prue's room, Marlee wore a smile that could only mean one of two things: Christmas had come early or she had seen a boy she liked without a shirt.

It was the second one. Duh.

Marlee wanted to through a party. Right then and there. 'And it shall be called the 'I Saw Christopher Perry Halliwell Wyatt Without His Shirt On Disco!' Or maybe just party..'

While Marlee mulled over the name of her party, Chris was hyperventilating outside her door. His heart told him to knock. 'If only hers had too,' he thought. Of course thinking was hard, considering his brain told him to RUN!!!!!

Finally, after about a two minute confrontation with himself, Chris tapped lightly on the door. There was a crashing sound, as if Marlee had been jumping on the mattress, and had hit the hard wood floor. A moment later she appeared at the door.

"Hey Chris, what's up?" she asked. He looked paralyzed, like he didn't know why he was there. "Look, I'm sorry about walking in on you," she said, "But you looked really bummed when you came back inside, so I wanted to make sure that... that you were okay."

Chris smiled, then his vocal chords seemed to have reappeared. "I was just coming to say sorry for.. um... not being.. er.... decent when you walked in."

"Oh," said Marlee. Chris cringed at the word. "What did I say?" she asked.

"You didn't say anything wrong. It's just that 'Oh,' is about the only thing Leo, I mean my Dad, ever says to me," answered Chris.

"So, what did you and Leo do?" asked Marlee, using Chris's preferred name for his father.

"He had to leave during the seventh inning," began Chris, "The other Elders wanted him back up there. But he said he'd be back..."

"And he didn't come, did he?" asked Marlee, sounding sympathetic. Chris looked down, trying to hide something, and nodded. "Oh, Chris," said Marlee, and she hugged him briefly. She might not know exactly how hard life was for Chris, with a father who constantly played favorites with his brother. But, she knew life without a dad, and was getting used to one without a mom.

"Sorry to bother you," Chris said, about to retreat for his bedroom. He felt like dealing with this the normal way: holding in all feelings, and silently wishing that he could hold Leo's attention for more than a few hours.

"Wait Chris," said Marlee, but Chris had already shut the door. Marlee, not wanting a repeat of the underpants scenario (even if she liked it), walked back into her room, where she consulted with her diary about the matter.

About the time that Chris finally fell asleep, and Marlee's diary was safely hidden, Leo orbed into the Manor, a complete apology ready for Chris. But, when Leo glanced at the illuminated kitchen clock, he realize the it was twelve thrity. And that Chris was probably sleeping. He'd come back in the morning.

At about two thirty, a loud crash was heard downstairs. Soon after, the sounds of three cranky Charmed Ones stomping back into their bedrooms after vanquishing the sorry ass of demon.

But, they were not all that quiet about it. And Marlee and Chris, being the lightest sleepers in the house, both ended up downstairs. In front of the T.V.

"Hey, go back.." whined Marlee, "I like that show."

Chris grunted in disapproval. It was much to early to use complete sentences.

"Hmm!" came the whiny reply from Marlee.

"Na uh," came the almost worded reply from Chris.

"Hmmmmm!!!!" came the even whinier sound from Marlee.

"HEY SHUT UP, OR WE'LL VANQUISH YOU NEXT!" came Paige's voice form upstairs.

"Yeah!" yelled Phoebe and Piper in agreement. As if on cue, Petrina began crying. And a moment later, Prue and Wyatt exited their rooms.

"Hey, why are we yelling?" asked Wyatt, rubbing his right eye. Prue shrugged, and the two preceded in descending the staircase.

Within two minutes, all three Charmed Ones (plus Petrina), clad in bathrobes and slippers trudged down the stairs. Another chaotic morning for the Charmed Moms, and this time it was actually a demon's fault.

"Okay, it's quarter to three," began Piper, "You guys want pancakes, waffles, or French Toast?" Everyone shouted a different answer. Typical. "Here's a better idea: cereal!" said Piper with false enthusiasm. Everyone grumbled.

"But I wanted a cookie..." whined Petrina, pulling on the belt of her mother's robe.

"No, sweetie, cookies are a day time food." said Phoebe.

"But Aunt Piper said that it was three!" protested Petrina.

"In the morning..." whined Phoebe, "Please let's just go back to sleep."

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Sorry it was short, there'll be more next time. Later...