A/N: Whoa! Lots of reviews! – Jumps up and down! – Thank you! But there's too many to put them all. So let me do a big general thing. All the reviews are jumbled together, so if I miss you, I apologize! I am doing the reviews from Today, April 8, 2005. Lots of questions to answer (PS: I'm ONLY answering questions, not responding to the reviews. Sorry!):

Bunn2007: You'll see why the Sister's don't trust Chris that much in this chapter. If it's still unclear, let me know.

The Cheese Fairy: Don't worry, you'll find out about Melinda's baby, and the father, when the time is right.

Matt91: I have no answers for those questions. They are more of an 'opinion' to be formed as you read.

Someone asked a while ago about who Melinda's father is. One, it's not the same person as the Parts One and Two. Two, you'll find out soon!

To everyone else: Thank you so much for the reviews and I'm sorry I can't to the individual thank you's like I used to; I have too many reviews to answer anymore! It would take, like, a page! Lol.

Anyway, Here's Chapter 45! Please enjoy and please review!

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The next morning, Melinda awoke to a quiet house, save for a TV blaring somewhere, most likely the living room, since the sound was muffled and low.

Melinda didn't want to take to anyone yet, especially Phoebe. But she felt rude staying hauled up in the room. To them, she was just a guest – a demonic one at that, even if Phoebe sensed good in her; Piper and Paige, Melinda could tell, were still weary and unsure.

So, with uncertainty, Melinda got out of bed, went to the door, opened it and went downstairs, slowly and cautiously. She walked to the living room and peered inside.

Phoebe, who was watching TV, turned to see who was standing behind her (she'd heard the creaking of the floor). Of course she already knew who it would be; no one else was home.

"Where is everyone?" Melinda asked, forgetting herself for a moment and casually plopping herself down onto the couch opposite her mother.

Phoebe raised here eyebrows at this and Melinda hurriedly changed positions so she was sitting up right, feet on the floor.

This surprised Phoebe slightly. Why was Melinda acting so oddly? She was the Source of All Evil, enemy of the Charmed Ones, yet Phoebe sensed good from her, Melinda was camped in the Manor, and every time Phoebe said something like "It's late. We should go to bed," or gave her a questing look, like just now, Melinda obeyed.

"Piper's at the club and Paige is out on one of her new Temp Jobs – uhm, don't ask. It's too hard to explain," Phoebe replied.

But there was no need to explain; Melinda knew about Aunt Paige's temp jobs already.

Not for the first time since coming back to the Manor, Melinda felt an overwhelming sadness, nostalgia, and overwhelming love towards Phoebe. She trusted Melinda, even though Piper and Paige did not.

Phoebe stared at her curiously and questioningly. "Lat night I said we need to talk in the morning, and now it's the morning and we need to talk."

Melinda stared at her. All last night, she'd awoken continuously, trying to decide whether or not to tell her mother certain things. She had eventually decided that it was a stupid idea and it would only lead to them getting close, then being torn apart – again. Melinda couldn't bare the thought of that.

"There is nothing to talk about," Melinda stated, firmly and clearly. "I came here for one thing and one thing only, and that was to save Chris from the Phoenix Assassin, which I did."

"Why did you do that?" Phoebe asked. "He hasn't told us who he is or what he wants, except that he's here to save Wyatt. But you're the Source – although I'm convinced you aren't evil – and you two are friends. Which posses the question: can we trust him? And how are you two so close?"

Melinda frowned, then set her expression into one of steal and forced her mind to blank out.

"You can trust him. He is on the side of good. How and why we are friends, and so close, is not for you to know. "

"It is for me to know. Piper and Paige want to kick your ass to the curb, but I just have this feeling your good. You need to be honest with me if you want me to help you."

"Lay off, chickadee. Who said I want your help, anyway?" Melinda snipped.

Phoebe's expression changed then, into a solemn shock. "What did you just call me?"

Silence.

"That's what-what Prue used to call me when I was younger."

More silence.

Phoebe gulped. "How could you know that?"

Still, silence.

"Answer me," Phoebe said coldly, her good-natured ness and eagerness to help gone.

Melinda shimmered out of the room and to Phoebe's room. She swung the door closed and turned (But didn't notice that it had not shut all the way) and called for Chris.

When he appeared, Melinda felt nothing but relief.

"I made a big mistake. I don't think I can stay here any more. I need to go back to the future," Melinda told him sadly.

"But – no! Why?" Chris asked. He hated the thought of Melinda leaving him here, all alone with no one to talk to. She was the only one he could speak openly to, the only one who trusted him. He didn't want to go back to being alone again, with his family thinking he was evil.

"I called Phoebe "Chickadee" by accident," Melinda admitted.

Chris gawked. He was usually the one who made stupid mistakes. This time, he took on his 'Big Brother' act, forgetting she was the Source and treating her as his younger cousin, something he hadn't done since before Wyatt had become Mr. Evil Man.

"How stupid could you be, Melinda?" Chris snapped. "What did you do? Did you tell her how you knew? She must have asked."

"I may be stupid, but I'm not that stupid," Melinda snapped back. "Obviously, I didn't say anything. I just came up here and called for you."

"So she doesn't know who you are? Or who I am?" Chris demanded.

Melinda shook her head. "No. She doesn't know anything, none of them do. I'm shocked that you've managed to keep it a secret so long. But I'm more shocked that they haven't figured it out by now."

"They can never find out. I came here to do my job. Protecting baby Wyatt is the key to saving the future. If I fail, our time is doomed. And so are we." Chris paused. "I hate that you had to take over as the Source for your arrogant father, who was too full of testosterone to lay off, and got himself vanquished – again."

"Do you think I like it? I have to pretend all the time, be someone I'm not. Sometimes I have to put witches – good witches – to death, just to keep it secret. Even he hasn't figured it out yet. If he did, we'd be killed," Melinda said, the last part slightly muffled as tears filled her eyes, tears she had been desperately trying to keep back. She hated being, or seeming, vulnerable.

"I'm sorry," Chris said gently. "Look, don't go back there, okay? I hated leaving you there to begin with. So you slipped up; big deal. I slipped once or twice and they still haven't found out. So you're fine."

Melinda nodded. She hugged Chris, feeling safe in his arms. "I hope you're right."

Unbeknownst to Chris and Melinda, Paige was standing outside the room, whose door was open enough for her to hear every single word of their conversation and to see them hug.

Quickly, she ran downstairs to the kitchen, where Piper - who, like Paige, had just arrived home a few minutes ago - and Phoebe were talking.

"Where's the fire?" Piper joked. But then she saw her baby sister's flushed face and worried expression. "Uh-oh. What happened?"

Phoebe frowned at Paige, and listened as she told her and Piper about the conversation upstairs, up to and including the hug and what Melinda said last.

"How did she know what Prue used to call you?" Piper asked Phoebe cautiously.

"And what are they hiding? Who are they?" Paige added. "More importantly, how is saving Wyatt the key to saving the future?"

"Well, at least we know he wasn't lying about that part," Piper said grumpily. "And at least you were right on one part, Pheebs: There is some good in her. She didn't willingly become the Source, and she hates harming people of good magic, like witches."

"But what was with the hug?" Paige questioned. "How close are they really?"

"Friends hug," Piper pointed out.

"So do boyfriends and girlfriends," Paige countered.

"No, they don't seem like a couple to me. But something is defiantly going on, and I'd like to know what it is, especially if it involved my son and two future brats who have something up their sleeve," Piper said bitterly.

"What do you think Phoebe?" Paige asked, since Phoebe had been silent the whole time.

Phoebe glanced at her sisters. "I think it's time we really find out what's going on. We should go in there and break up the Huggle And Snuggle Bears and make them talk."

Piper and Paige nodded.

Together, the Charmed Ones made their way out of the kitchen, to the steps, upstairs, and into Phoebe's room – without knocking.

Melinda was lying on her bed, hands on her stomach, and starring at the ceiling. Chris was pacing, as if they were deep in thought.

The door slamming against the wall as it opened startled both of them. Melinda jumped into an upright position and Chris stopped pacing and turned to the door.

"Something strange is going on," Piper said, using her most dangerous done. "You two know something – maybe several things – and you're both hiding things from us."

"It's time you started talking," Paige added. "Seriously talking, that is. We want to know the truth, and nothing but the truth or else."

"And if we don't get what we want," Phoebe warned, "we'll have to resort to other, more drastic measures. And trust me, you won't like them."

Melinda and Chris stared at the sisters, then at each other, then at the others.

Uh-oh.