Disclaimer – I do not own Charmed or any Characters associated with Charmed, I do however own Jenna and Greane and Prue. Yay me.

A/N – An advanced warning of some strong language in this chapter.

Chapter 5

Chris gently picked Jenna up from the ruins of the kitchen table, he winced as he saw the state of it, he hadn't meant to throw her that hard, he didn't know he could throw someone that hard. The only logical explanation he could think of was that his power of telekinesis was growing.

About time too He thought to himself as he placed Jenna on the couch.

She was still out cold but the small cut on her forehead was already beginning to scab over. She would have a headache and most likely be pissed when she woke up but she would be just fine. He brushed back some of her hair that had fallen in front of her face and dabbed the cut with a tissue, cleaning the blood from around it. She stirred, her eyes flicking open for a second then shutting again, managing to mumble a faint 'ow'. She lifted her hand to her head and ran her finger along the cut, wincing in pain.

"I'm going to have one hell of a bruise there aren't I?"

"Yep." Chris replied cheerfully, pulling her up into a sitting position.

"Bastard."

"Nice to see you're ok." He said smiling, "I didn't mean to throw you so hard, sorry. But I couldn't be seen just doing nothing could I?"

"No, but really? The Kitchen Table? And I did say I wouldn't hurt you. This isn't fair, I should claim compensation or something." She rolled her eyes and folded her arms. All she was short of was the pouty, quivering bottom lip and she would be doing a great impression of a three year old that had just been told no.

He laughed and got up from the couch, stretching a little as he stood up. Jenna noticed that despite the fact he was laughing he had started to bite his nails, a nervous habit of his. He paced up and down, sending Jenna a small smile every so often as if it would help. Whether it was meant to help her or him, she wasn't quite sure.

She pushed herself up of the couch, and shakily walked over to him, the room was spinning slightly from the sudden movement but she blocked it out. She placed a hand on his shoulder and he turned to face her, he gave her another smile, one that never reached his eyes.

"What's wrong?" she asked quietly.

"I just have a bad feeling about this, about sending them to back in time, about … you."

"Me?" She pulled her hand away quickly, not sure how to react to what he had just said.

"Yeah. You're good; you were born and raised good so it doesn't make sense that all at once you would turn evil. I don't understand it, explain it to me."

She stood there looking at him, again unsure how to respond to what he was saying. She tried to remember exactly what it was that had brought her back to her father, her evil side but it was all hazy, like a bad dream beginning to fade. All she knew was that her father had told her it was Wyatt's fault and she should stay away from him and the rest of the Halliwell family or else she would … and that's where her memory faded

"You can't can you?" he asked her quietly.

She shook her head, "I don't remember, it's all vague, like a dream you know?"

He nodded and took her hand in his, "Come on, I want to show you something."

He orbed them both to the attic, in front of the Book of Shadows to be precise. He turned her around to face, his hands on her shoulders pushing her forward.

"Remember when we where younger and you were convinced you would turn evil? Do you remember what I told you? The Book of Shadows will only let good touch it, so touch it, let's see if you truly are evil Jenna Greane."

She reached her hand out and much to her surprise it was shaking with nerves. Part of her mind really doubted Chris' judgement; she knew he thought her father had done something to her and to be honest she really didn't know what happened herself. This really was her test to see and it was scaring her to death. The outcome was a true mystery.

She lowered her hand slowly; biting her lip in anticipation, as it got closer to the open pages she expected it to dart out of the way of her touch. But it stayed put as the tip of her middle finger touched the page and then slowly her palm till it was flat on the page. She let out a breath she hadn't realised she was holding in.

The Book thought she was good.

"But …" she stumbled over her words barely able to speak. That had come as a surprise to her. In her mind she would know if she was good or evil but she didn't/

"Why? How? I'm not sure." He walked up to her side, "What did he tell you about Wyatt?"

She closed her eyes and sighed forcing herself to remember, "That because now Wyatt knows about who I really am he would never trust me. I would always be a target so to speak, someone you could always accuse. He said that in the end he would either kill me or I would kill him and that was the only way it could be. I didn't want that, it took me so long to gain his trust, to become his friend after years of us disagreeing of me being friends with you I didn't want to ruin that because of who I truly am. I guess I went to my father after Wyatt told me never to step foot in this house again. It hurt that my father was right and I was loosing the only family I truly had."

Chris nodded again, this time it was him that was unsure of what to say. After initially believing that she had turned evil he had forgotten about how well he knew his friend and seeing Wyatt's persistence in seeing her return to them opened his eyes. But he had never thought that Greane would have played on human emotions, he thought she was under a spell or had been brainwashed. That revelation wasn't something he had expected.

It would take time and effort but the seed had been planted, Jenna could see what her father was truly like and she hopefully would just be Jenna Greane again. Not Jenna the daughter of the latest demon trying to kill them. The last few minutes had been tough on her, she hated being emotional, and she hated everything about emotions because they just ruined things. But once again seeing the truth about her father hit her hard and she began to cry.

He looked down at her and saw the fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him, stroking her back soothingly.

"It's ok, everything's going to be ok now."

Wyatt and Prue landed with a soft thud in the exact same place they had just been a few seconds ago. They glanced around, not sure if the spell had worked or not, for the most part the kitchen looked exactly the same as when they had left, except for the fact Jenna was not lying unconscious on the table and Chris was no where to be seen. That was their giveaway that the spell had at least done something.

Prue looked at Wyatt who just shrugged his shoulders. He walked over to the door and peered round.

"I don't see anyone about down here, don't hear anything either. Maybe they've gone out?"

"Oh great, when the kids actually need them, their parents are off having a social life."

He laughed and shook his head, "I guess we wait then."

And that's exactly what they did and it wasn't long before they heard the click of the front door opening and familiar voices filled the house. Wyatt got up slowly from the kitchen chair and crept up to the doorway, peering round slowly so he could get a better view. He saw his mum walk in the house carrying Chris and then Wyatt, or at least the toddler Wyatt walking besides her holding onto his Aunt Phoebe's hand. He bit his lip fighting back the tears, he was to young to remember any of this but he could instantly tell they where happy. He would miss this, miss his family but there was no time for thoughts like that, he had to focus on the task before him.

He walked back over to Prue and nodded telling her that it was them. She stood up walking over to his side, ready for that awkward moment where they would all meet. She knew she could not tell her mom who she really was, she may only be young but she knew the dangers of inadvertently changing the future, or in this case, the past. But there would still be all these feelings seeing her again … alive. She began to think Jenna was right when she had said it was to soon to see them again, seeing her mom would mean not wanting to let her go again.

It didn't take long for Paige and Phoebe to get to the kitchen; they didn't notice the two strangers standing there at first, to deep in conversation. It was phoebe that first sensed them and turned round, signalling for Paige to do the same. The four of them stood there for a second, looking at the other two but not saying a word. Prue attempted to smile but it just came out as one of those what do we do know looks.

"Piper! Leo!" It was Paige who broke the silence, "Who are you and what do you want?"

"I'm Wyatt, you're nephew." He said, stepping forward so they could get a better look at him.

"Wyatt's a three year old who's currently upstairs, now lets try again, who are you?" This time it was Phoebe who spoke as Piper and Leo came running through the door coming to a stand still beside the other two sisters.

"I've already told you, I'm Wyatt."

"Piper blow him up." Paige said in a voice that wasn't at all the quiet whisper she had intended.

"I think he's telling the truth," her gaze never left him as she spoke, "Wyatt what's going on?"

He smiled at his mom, silently thanking her for being able to recognise her own son, even if he was from twenty years in the future. He gestured for them to all sit round the table and they obliged, Paige and Phoebe still a little unsure, while Leo seemed to trust his wife's instincts. Prue sat herself down next to Wyatt quietly; she would be hard to explain without giving too much away so she figured it would be best to stay quiet.

When they where all seated comfortably Wyatt spoke up, "We need your help. In our time your future selves where just killed by not one of the worst demons you've ever faced, but one of the cleverest. He knows us to well; he knows what will hurt us and when it'll hurt the most, he knows me to well. But, he knows your future selves, not you, so we figured you'd be able to outwit him, help us to get rid of him. You change as you get older so he doesn't know you, you can help us. Please before anyone else is killed by his hands."

Wyatt didn't mean to sound so pleading as he spoke, but the last line said a thousand words. They really did need help this time.

"If you really are Wyatt then you are the greatest force of good, I'm sure you'd be able to stop him yourself." Leo said voicing his doubt.

"Like I said he knows me, he's able to second guess what I'd do."

"So he studied you, us … them? This future tense thing is confusing," Phoebe added.

"There's more to it than that, he stole powers from other demons over the years, not so many that he became noticed but enough that over the years he would become powerful. One of those powers was shape shifting. He became human …" Wyatt trailed off wondering whether or not he should say the next bit, after all who knew what Chris had found out from Jenna or if she was ok even. "When we get to the future, I'll explain it all much better there, but I need an answer now, will you help us?"

The sisters all shared glances and it was Paige who expressed their concerns "For starters we still don't know if your Wyatt or if this is some strange demon trick to kill us off once and for all. Secondly, why are you so reluctant to tell us the entire story and thirdly, if he killed the future us, what's stopping him from killing us? Oh and how do you plan to get us to the future, we had enough problems getting Chris back there."

"All valid points and I didn't think for a second you'd trust me. I can't tell you the whole story, I risk changing the past and the future, which you know is dangerous business, but I probably screwed that up by telling you that you died. He doesn't know the past you, right now, he's just a lower level demon with a few powers and we have a potion that will get us back there so are you in or what or do I have to go back and deal with all this myself? I'm too young to get wrinkles." He shook his head and sighed in frustration.

"You sound a lot like your mother, you know that?" Phoebe added smiling gently, "Sorry I didn't trust you, you know, can never be to careful."

"Hey!" Piper swatted her sister gently across the arm, "Paige could you orb the kids to magic school please."

"Sure," Paige didn't exactly sound 'sure' but she orbed upstairs anyway.

"I guess where going demon hunting," Piper added.

"And time travelling, do you think I'll get travel sick?" Wyatt and Prue shared a smile seeing how excited Phoebe was, they knew Paige and Leo would still doubt them but at least Piper and Phoebe believed them. Hopefully, it would all be over soon.

A/N – I know I said I'd try and get the chapter out quicker but I failed. But this is a whole two pages longer than what I normally write so be happy ok? Again, I'll try and get the next chapter out soon, so please review.

Phoebe Turner – I think you've become my sole reviewer, thanks for still reading this, hope you like this chapter as much as the last one.