Author's note: Thanks for the reviews. I'm back from my hiatus and here's a new chappy! Enjoy! References to Them Girls by Tank and Push it by Salt N Pepa, also Avril Lavigne's Nobody's Home lyrics you know I don't own them. What I do own I doubt anybody wants so please don't sue.

Chapter 5

It had been a week since any of them had seen Scout. Despite the distraction of a genie running a muck, demons, a lost city and trying to get himself conceived Chris thought of little else than the purple haired Slayer. He kept thinking about what Phoebe said that he would be able to reach her.

Chris was at P3 Piper had roped him into bartending. He had other important things to do but his mother could be quite the charmer. No pun intended, he finally figured out where he got his manipulating skills. It was after two and he had been serving drinks non stop, when Piper came behind the counter.

"You've been kind of quiet tonight, what's on your mind?" Piper asked as Salt N Pepa's Push It began to play. "Nothing just the mission and stuff." Chris replied. "I love this song," Phoebe said as she sidled up to the bar. Chris rolled his eyes. "Ever heard of a classic future boy?" She asked. "You mean archaic." Chris replied.

"I take it your not a Bananarama fan?" Piper asked. "A what?" Chris asked. "Pumping hard like I wish you would." Phoebe sang. Chris shook his head he hated seeing his aunt jamming out to an eighties song. "I like Blondie." Chris replied. "Uh huh. So your mother did teach you something about music." Piper said. Chris totally spazzed out and dropped the bottle of vodka he was holding.

Piper froze it before it hit the ground. She bent down and grabbed it while Chris shot Phoebe a look, which she returned with one of her own. "Seriously what's up with you?" Piper asked. "Nothing," Chris lied. The D.J. put on another song, finally it was one Chris recognized and actually liked.

"Now this is more my speed." Chris said. Piper raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like you." She said with a smirk. "Have you ever fallen in love at the strip club?" She asked. Chris gave her look. "I just like the song okay." He huffed. "You like them girls named Fantasy you like them girls named Ecstasy." Piper teased walking away. "I do not!" Chris called after her. "Yeah but you do like a girl named Scout." Piper said. Chris blushed fiercely he hated when his mother teased him.

It was late Friday night and Scout was out with James Callahan her highest paying trick at the trendiest club in San Francisco P3. "I'm going to go get something to drink okay." She shouted over the loud eighties hip hop song that was playing. James was totally jamming out to it. "Okay." He said. Scout made he way though the crowd another song started to play she was thankful.

She went up to the bar, the bartender that night was a tall man with longish dark hair. He had his back turned when he turned around Scout saw that it was Chris, the young Whitelighter she'd rescued last week. "Scout?" he said looking her up and down. She smirked, she was sporting a different look than the other time he had seen her.

The purple streak was replaced with a blonde streak and instead of her punk rock prostitute gear adorning her frame she wore a slinky black Versace dress with a plunging neckline a gift from James along with the gold chain around her neck with the diamond pendant hanging from it and the diamond tennis bracelet on her wrist.

She was wearing simple make up instead of the garish purple eye shadow she had been wearing the last time they met up. Just some gold eye shadow and some sparkly lip gloss. "Hi Chris." She said. Chris finally blinked and stopped staring at her like he had never seen a woman before. "So have you saved anyone from any poison arrows lately?" Chris asked with a smirk his green eyes twinkling.

He was dressed a little differently than the last time shed seen him less casual and more cool and his hair was styled to perfection. He looked absolutely scrumptious. Scout knew she couldn't be getting a crush on him. He was too neurotic even for her. "No. Not lately." She replied.

"So can I get a rum and coke?" She asked. "Sure can I see some ID? He asked. "You can't be serious." She asked. Chris shrugged and turned around and started fixing a drink. When he was finished he turned back around and handed to her. She took a sip. "This is plain coke." She said. Chris simply smirked. "Smartass." She said. "Teen drinking is very bad," Chris said before he doubled over laughing. "Yeah but I got a fake ID though," Scout said laughing.

"So are you here with someone?" Chris asked and then he blushed. "Yea, one of my tricks James." Scout replied with a grimace. "Is he like old and fat or something?" Chris asked. "No he's gorgeous actually and he's fairly young like thirty three or something like that." She said. "He's right over there." She said pointing at James who was dancing horribly.

"What's the problem?" Chris asked. Scout thought he sounded slightly bitter. "Not a big tipper?" he asked. Scout rolled her eyes. "My best tipper." She said. "So why aren't you over there with him?" Chris asked. Scout shrugged.

"Wanna get out of here? My shift is almost over; I can get Paige to cover for me." Chris asked. Scout looked over at James who was doing another one of his horrible dances. "I would but…"She started. "I understand you're on the clock." Chris said. "Not really. I've already been on the cock. So I think I'm through for the night. It's just that my purse is out in his car and it has my house key in it." She said. "And I kind of want to ditch him." She added.

"I can get it for you." Chris said. "Okay." She said. "Paige he called snapping his fingers and his aunt came over. Seeing her with brown hair again was little comforting. "What?" She asked. "I'm going to take a walk with Scout can you cover the bar." Chris asked. She nodded. Chris walked past her with Scout following close behind him. Paige grabbed his arm. "Ever heard the term jail bait?" She whispered. "Have you ever heard the term old maid? That's what you'll be if you don't go over there and give that guy a drink he could be your future husband you never know." Chris told her.

She gave him a look but released his arm and he followed the Slayer out through the rear exit. They stepped out into the dark alley. "How can you even walk in those shoes, I've seen the sisters wears some outrageous shoes but those take the cake," Chris said of the black sandals Scout was wearing.

"I just hope we don't run into any vamps. It's not fun to fight demons in heels," She said. "I keep telling the girls that but they never listen." Chris said. "It's hard but still doable." Scout said as she headed out into the parking lot. He was close behind trying not to stare at her behind. The slinky black dress she wore clung to her curves like a second skin, and all of Chris' thoughts were going straight in the gutter.

He watched as she walked over to a black Benz, she stood there waiting for him. "This is James' car," She said. "How are you going to get it out?" She asked. Chris wiggled his index finger and telekinetically unlocked the door. "It's unlocked." He said. She pulled the handle back and opened the passenger side door. She grabbed her purse. "Are you going to take your jacket?" he asked about the black fur coat laying on the front seat.

"It's too hot for that thing anyways. I thought it was going to be cold tonight it was freezing last week." Scout said closing the door. "Where do you wanna go?" He asked. "Down to the beach." She said. He glanced around the empty parking lot before he took her hand and orbed them to the beach.

She smiled at him and he could swear she was blushing from the light contact. She sat down in the sand despite her expensive dress and took off those shoes of hers and he watched reminded of an old Avril song, actually it hadn't even hit radio but it was old to him. "My dad used to bring me to the beach all the time. My mom was always drunk and he would take me here every Saturday because it was his day off. I used to have some much fun." Scout said with a small smile.

Chris sat down on the sand next to her. "I think the last time I came here I was like eight. It was a few weeks before he got shot." Scout revealed. She couldn't believe she was telling him this. She had never even talked about this with Jessie and he was the father of her son. "It must have been hard for you it sounds like you two were really close." Chris said. "He was my best friend I wanted to do everything he did. He was like my hero. He was a police officer, that was one thing he did that I didn't want to do, I'll was thought I was going to be like a doctor or something." She said. "You still can be a doctor." Chris said.

"I'm a fifteen year old hooker with a sixth grade education and a one year old son. Does that sound like doctor credentials to you?" She asked. "You be anything you want, you just have to work for it." Chris said putting those intense green eyes of his on her. She could tell he was serious. "So what about you what did you want to be when you grew up?" She asked.

"I never gave it much thought. I just figured if I was able to change things that would be enough." Chris said. Scout looked at him quizzically. He sighed, "Okay. I'm going to tell you something and you have to swear to me you are not going to flip out." Chris said. "I swear." She said.

Five minutes later

"You're from the future!" She said loudly. "Shh!" He said. "We are the only people on the beach we can be as loud as we want." She said. "You swore you wouldn't flip out," Chris said. "Do you see me flipping out?" She asked. Chris raised an eyebrow. "Let me get this straight you came back in time to stop Piper son, Wyatt from turning into an evil tyrant." Scout said. "Yeah." He said. "Why do I get the feeling there's more you're not telling me." Scout said squinting.

"There is but lets not get into it now it's too complicated, it's something I'm gonna have to worry about in the morning," Chris said. "Okay well you told me that so it's only fair that you know something too. I don't just work the streets because I'm broke, but because my son D'Angelo has all these medical bills I have to pay for. And I have to help out with the rent. I live with my ex-boyfriend's mother." Scout revealed.

"D' was born premature and he had all kinds of problems when he was born because his father that ass hat Jessie had to slap me around while I was pregnant. He was also deaf. The pediatric surgeon wanted to try a new experimental procedure on him a few months ago to give him some of his hearing. You wouldn't believe what the treatments and the hearing aids cost." Scout told him.

"I'm sorry." Chris said. "You shouldn't be I knew what I was getting into with Jessie before I got pregnant. I knew he was an abusive gangbanging pimp. I'm really stupid like that." Scout said looking down at the sand. Tears were forming in her eyes but she refused to let them spill. "You aren't stupid you were just in love with him. Everyone is entitled to do crazy things when they're in love." Chris said. Scout knew he was trying to make her feel better. "Yeah like staying with creep and endangering your baby's life?" Scout asked.

"Even that." Chris said. "Sounds a little too Lifetime to me." Scout said. "What about if you split of your parents so you could save the world and could get them back together in time to be conceived?" Chris asked. "That sounds kind of Sci-Fi channel." Scout said. Chris laughed. "I did that. I split my parents up and now I might not get conceived, talking about dumb things to do." Chris said. "That was pretty dumb but I'm sure you can make it work. Do you have any idea when your conception date is?" She asked unable to keep a straight face.

"Tomorrow night. Or tonight rather." Chris said. "What?" Scout said. "And you're out with me instead of trying to get them together?" Scout asked. "My aunts are working on it. They made me take a break and my mom roped me into bartending. She owns the club." Chris told her.

"Let me guess Piper is your mom and your Wyatt's little brother and Phoebe and Paige's nephew. And that dude that did that glowy thing to my arm is your dad." Scout asked. "How did you guess?" He asked. "You look exactly like Piper it doesn't take genius to know you two are related. The way you talked about saving Wyatt there was no question you two had a bond." Scout said. "Thinking about becoming a psychiatrist?" Chris asked with a smirk. "I've looked into it but like traditional medicine best." Scout said.

"You know you can still be what ever you want your life isn't over." Chris said. "I just wish I could go home. To a home where my dad is still alive and my mother isn't a drunk." Scout said. "Where my stepfather isn't." She added softly. Chris put a comforting arm around her. "I wish I could go home too. To a family who actually who knows who I am and that can actually stand me." Chris said.

I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes again.

What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

Scout pressed herself closer to Chris. No one had held her like this. She put an arm around his waist and they held each other.

Open your eyes and look outside, find the reasons why.
You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
Yeah, oh

Chris wished he could get Scout's family back for her. He knew he couldn't so he just held her tighter. He couldn't believe this was happening he was falling for Scout. She was like an Avril Lavigne song just waiting to be written.


She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah