As Chris walked into the kitchen to prepare him self some breakfast he was surprised to find his Grandfather already at the stove, standing over a pan of bacon and eggs.

"Morning." Chris said, smiling slightly at Victor's attempt at cooking- it was no secret that Piper had not inherited her culinary abilities from her father's side.

"Good morning." Victor replied "You relax, I'm cooking."

Chris arched an eyebrow "I can see that. Is it going okay?"

"It's fine," he shot back defensively, "You'll be eating- Damn it!" He exclaimed in mid sentence as he quickly pulled his hand back from the stove. Chris looked up to see that the older man had touched the hot pan and had managed to give himself a fairly large burn.

With a sigh, Chris stood up and walked over to his Grandfather. "Here, let me fix that." He said, gently pulling Victor's arm out in front of him.

Victor gave a slight wince but allowed his grandson to place his softly glowing hands over the wound, watching in fascination as it healed magically.

"Thanks, don't know what I'd do without you." Victor said with a smile as he went back to the bacon and eggs, which had now blackened slightly. "Breakfast is served." He began to dish out the food onto two plates.

Chris took his, and sat down at the small wooden table where two glasses of orange juice had already been poured. He instantly began to dig in- with all of yesterday's excitement he had forgotten to eat dinner, and he had woken up starved.

"So," Victor began cautiously as he joined his grandson at the table "What time do you meet your first charge?"

"I have to go at 8:30, my charge lives in Paris, so it's like 4:00 pm their time or something." Chris replied between bites. His expression was unreadable.

"Paris! Wow!" Victor exclaimed "That seems far to send you."

"Not really, it's just an extra ten seconds when orbing." Chris shrugged

"Oh. But how do they expect you to talk to this person? You can't speak French."

Chris chuckled quietly "Actually, I can speak any language when I need to. It's a Whitelighter trait."

"You're kidding!" Victor choked, letting his fork clatter onto the table.

"Not kidding." Chris replied with a smirk "I thought you knew that."

Victor shook his head and continued to stare at his grandson in disbelief. "No. what else are you hiding from me?"

"Plenty."

"I don't think I'll ever really understand you supernatural people." Victor muttered, more to himself than to Chris.

He looked up to see that the boy had gone back to inhaling his breakfast- it seemed so unbelievable to Victor, as he sat watching, that Chris, his own Grandson, who appeared completely normal was in fact an extremely powerful magic being. A witch and an angel- evidently a rare combination, and a combination that came with so many responsibilities which Victor knew he would never fully understand. Chris was only 19, only a year out of high school, and already he was burdened with so much. Vanquishing demons, looking after charges, whitelighter training, magic studies...not to mention all of the regular young adult stuff. Victor knew that he could never have handled all of that at such a young age, but somehow, Chris did.

In Victor's opinion, the boy was absolutely amazing.

I was just a shame that Leo, Chris' only surviving parent, seemed to think differently. After Piper's death, Leo had become an even more distant father to Chris- he had held Chris partially responsible for the event because the boy had not yet developed the power to heal. He had practically ignored his youngest for the past five years, while still spending time with Wyatt, convinced that he was the more important of the two brothers. Victor had always thought that Leo was a bit of an idiot when it came to earthly matters, and Leo's treatment of Chris left no doubt in his mind that the man was a failure when it came to real life issues. Maybe, Victor pondered bitterly, that was why whitelighters were not meant to have children in the first place...

"Grandpa, I think I'm gonna get dressed and go now." Chris said, breaking the old man away from his thoughts.

Victor smiled "Alright, well good luck with your charges."

"Thanks" Chris muttered quietly as he telekinetically sent his dirty dishes in to the sink and orbed upstairs.

At five o'clock that evening, Chris orbed back into his bedroom and flopped down on the bed. His meetings with his first two charges had gone fairly well. The first, a French witch named Jacqueline with the power to control the elements, had been extremely nice, and had even invited him out for coffee so that they could get to know each other better. Chris had, however, gotten the feeling that she liked him- in that way- so he had been sure to mention Bianca a few times during the conversation, and thankfully she had backed off.

After that, he had gone to meet his second charge, Oliver Watts, in New York. Oliver had turned out to be only fifteen and had just discovered his powers. He was the only witch in his family and he, like Chris, had the power of telekinesis. He had appreciated the fact that Chris could not only watch over him, but could also help him control his power. Oliver had listened intently as Chris answered all of his questions about magic, and taught him a few spells so that he could start his own book of shadows. It had been such a fun afternoon, that Chris had almost forgotten about the date he was missing with Bianca.

Almost.

Chris glanced down at his watch and groaned, he was supposed to meet his last charge in a few minutes, even though he had had quite enough of orbing around the world for one day. He unfolded the piece of paper the elders had given him and smiled as he saw the location of his last charge suddenly appear.

SAN FANCISCO, it read in large block letters.

"Perfect." Chris muttered, happy that for once the elders had made his life slightly easier. Closing his eyes and clutching the paper tightly, he orbed, knowing that he would be guided directly to where he had to go.

A/N I love the next part- I'm sure some of you have figured it out :) I should be posting it really soon, if not today.

Thanks so much to the people that reviewed!!!

( To Queen Isa: Great minds think alike! I wrote this over the summer, so I'm not stealing your suggestion...but it's funny that you came up with it too.)

Laters,

-Leigh