Sorry that it is taking me so... long to update, but my floppy is being an evil bitch from hell!!!!!!!! So, I had to rewrite the whole thing.

Leo took a deep breath. He was standing outside Chris and Wyatt's room. He was going to apologize to Chris. He considered knocking, but he knew better. Chris would ask who it was, and when he found out, he would lock the door.

Leo inhaled deeply one last time, then walked into the 'Room of Doom.' Many of the two boys thing were strewn across the floor. In the corner was Chris's bed, and in the middle of that was a large lump. Chris.

"Chris," Leo said softly, "Chris, bud, get up." He shook Chris's side gently.

"No." Chris rolled over onto his stomach, and pulled his pillow on top of his head.

"C'mon," Leo pleaded, "I need to talk to you."

Chris yanked the covers on top of the pillow. He made a small grumbling noise.

Leo was growing frustrated. "Chris get up!" he commanded, pulling the covers and the pillow off the bed. "Can I talk to you? Please?" Leo said breathing heavily; he was trying to stay calm.

"Do I have a choice?" asked Chris while sitting up in bed.

"No." answered Leo. He took a deep breath, and launched into the longest apology ever. He said he was sorry, for pretty much everything he'd done wrong (during Chris's life, that is). Missed baseball games, school plays, school concerts, everything. Even the baseball game from the previous day. "So, I'm sorry." Leo finished, about twenty minutes later.

"It's okay," Chris answered uncertainly.

"Listen, I have to go. I only got off enough time to talk with you. But I'll be back tonight, I promise. Okay?" said Leo.

"Okay." Chris smiled.

"Oh, before I forget. Happy Thirteenth Birthday, bud," Leo said, handing his son a large manila envelope. He ruffled Chris's light brown hair. Then Leo orbed out.

Chris tore the envelope open to find thirteen birthday presents... for everyone of Chris's birthdays that Leo had missed.

Later that Day

"Happy birthday, little brother," said Wyatt form the top of the stairs. "How old are you now? Three, or is it four?"

"Piss off," Chris told him. He was having a pretty good day as of right now, and he wasn't gonna let Wyatt ruin it.

"Whatever. By the way, your girlfriend's looking for you," Wyatt said, before walking out of the room.

"My girlfriend?" whispered Chris, confused.

"Hiya, Chris," said Prue. She had a large box with her. "Lend a hand?" she asked.

"Where do you want it?" asked Chris.

"Anywhere but my arms!" said Prue, struggling to keep the box from hitting the floor.

"Okay," said Chris. He moved his hand upward, concentrating on the box. It moved upward. He then flicked his hand towards the table. The box landed there with a thump. "Hope that wasn't breakable."

"I could care less, it's your birthday present," said Prue with a laugh.

"Oh yeah, very funny," said Chris with a frown.

"I'm kidding, that's box of my mom's old books. Your present is coming later," Prue replied, patting Chris on the back. "Oh, Marlee's looking for you."

"Marlee? What does she want?" he inquired.

"To give you your present, duh. Later," answered Prue, walking out of the room.

In Barbus's Lair

"How to bring down the Charmed Ones," he muttered to himself, "I need something new, something big. But what?" he asked.

He continued to stare at a photograph of the Halliwell/Mathews/Wyatt/Dean family.

"My powers have grown since my last encounter with the witches. Perhaps..." he trailed off gazing at the picture trying to zero in on each person's deepest fears, "Perhaps I can focus on their fears long before I attack. That way," he said evil smiling, "they won't know what hit them."

Back at the Manor

"Chris? Are you in here?" asked Marlee, poking her head into his bedroom. In her arms was box, wrapped neatly in blue wrapping paper. What she had gotten him wasn't much, a baseball signed by all the players on Chris's favorite team. Truly, it had belonged to Marlee's father before he'd died. But it was hers now, and she could do what she pleased with it. So, she was giving it to Chris.

But unfortunately he was nowhere to be found. 'This is aggravating!' Marlee thought, getting frustrated. She continued her search, before she finally gave up, wondering how it was this hard to find somebody on their birthday.

Barbus's Lair

"Hmm... this one seems to be afraid of a lot," Barbus thought aloud, his bony finger resting momentarily on Chris in the photo. "He's afraid of failing his Civics test. He's afraid that something awful will happen to his mother, brother, aunts, or cousins. And what if somebody finds out about Marlee?" he asked, mimicking Chris's voice. He chuckled. "But most of all," he said, readapting his own vile voice, "He's afraid that daddy doesn't love him."

Barbus began his evil plan to take the Charmed Ones down from the inside. Break their spirits. And he would start with Piper's youngest son.

Manor

It was about nine at night. Everyone was talking between bites of birthday cake, made by Piper. Even Prue and Marlee, who preferred ice cream to cake, were thoroughly making complete pigs of themselves.

Chris didn't know if could have had a better birthday. Wyatt had even been nice to him (for the most part). And his dad had been there. Chris wasn't sure which he had liked better, Leo keeping his word or all the presents that he'd given him.

Little did he know that in a few days, this would all seem like a dream to him. Something would shake the Charmed Ones so much that life would seem like a second priority.

And it would start with Chris.

That's it. Sorry it's so short, but I couldn't remember all that I'd written before. Next chapter will be up soon, unless my computer pulls a bitch act again. Byes! Thanks for reading and please review!