A/N: Hello hello! Thanks so much for the reviews! I appreciate it! The Thank You's will just be for Chapter 45 and Questions from the reviews of that chapter.

Prince Halliwell: Jason was Melinda's father in Part One and Two. But he IS NOT for this part. You'll find out who her father this time is in coming chapters, though I think it's pretty obvious.

Bunn2007: It's not that Melinda didn't trust Chris with the fact that she was pregnant. She was just worried that if Chris knew, Wyatt might find out and that would have been bad. And now, she has to worry about one of the sister's finding out, so she feels it's safer if only she know.

Swimmer07: No, Chris doesn't know that Mel is pregnant.

Sorry for the delay; I've been packed with work and seriously tired! But I have early dismissal Thursday and a SIX DAY BREAK next week! Yay! So I should get in a decent amount of stories.

Expect news on the Mini-Series in a few weeks!

Please enjoy and please review!

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Chris and Melinda looked at each other, using a silent signal that only they understood, to communicate. Then they looked at the very pissed off sisters.

"We're waiting for an answer," Piper said firmly.

Chris stared at her, his expression set.

Melinda glanced at Phoebe, trying to keep her mind blank.

Paige frowned, noticing both things.

"Then I guess you have some drastic measures to dream up," Melinda said, her voice pained.

Piper, Phoebe, and Paige glanced at each other, their expressions slightly pained. Sure, Melinda was around eighteen, and Chris was about twenty-three. But they were still kids (so to speak) and the sisters didn't want to hurt them. But it looked as if they would have to.

"Piper," Phoebe mumbled.

Piper threw her hands up.

Melinda wasn't sure what to do, But she spotted Chris becoming still and so did the same, pretending to be frozen,

"Let me do it," Phoebe said to Paige, holding out her hand and accepting a small vial filled with blue liquid.

"Go for it," Paige encouraged her.

Melinda watched as Phoebe approached her first. She knew what was in the vial: a Truth Potion. Just because she was a Halliwell didn't mean the potion wouldn't work. She'd be forced to drink the liquid and tell the truth.

Phoebe neared, and Melinda tensed, trying to glance over at Chris without letting the sisters see her move.

Phoebe gently pried Melinda's mouth open and then opened the vile. She brought it closer to Melinda's lips, about to tip it –

"Uhn!" Melinda gasped, forgetting she was "under Piper's Freeze," and jerking away, clamping her mouth shut.

"What the hell?" Paige cried, as Chris, too, gave up pretending.

"How did they do that? What just happened?" Piper asked, baffled that a demon and a Whitelighter in training had broken her power so easily.

Melinda glanced at Chris, who was mixed between feeling pissed that the sisters now knew he couldn't be frozen (and that Melinda could "break" the freeze") and relief that Melinda hadn't had the Truth Potion stuffed down her throat.

"Someone want to explain," Paige demanded, just as confused as Piper. Phoebe was more in a daze than anything.

Melinda's expression hardened and she blanked out her mind. "Not really. Now if you don't mind, we were having a personal conversation before you butted in here without knocking."

"This is my room," Phoebe stated firmly.

"So? I-" Melinda cut off when Chris elbowed her in the side – pretty painfully, too. She glared at him, then nodded slightly and looked back at the sisters. "I don't care. You allowed me to stay here, so technically it's my room right now."

Phoebe glanced at her sisters, then the two future "Brats" (as Piper had put it) standing in front of her. She reached forward and grabbed a lock of hair from Chris and Melinda and yanked, then stepped back amidst a couple of loud "Ow's!" and "What are you doing?"

"If you can't tell us why you're here, then you both need to leave. Go back to your time, too, don't just hang out somewhere else in this time. And we'll be able to know if you do or not, now that I have your hair," Phoebe said.

Melinda stared at Phoebe. Despite herself, she felt close to tears but pushed them back. Phoebe didn't know that Melinda was her daughter; she didn't know she was being cruel to her own flesh and blood. But that didn't make it hurt any less.

"We can't go back there," Melinda replied, her tone choked.

"You can't stay here, either," Phoebe said harshly. "You nee to leave this time."

Melinda felt the world slipping out from under her. If she went back, Wyatt would take her baby and then kill them both. He'd kill Chris. A sharp pang of fear passed through her-

and Phoebe, as well; she gasped and doubled over, nearly falling to her knees.

"Phoebe!" Paige cried. She and Piper grabbed onto Phoebe, kneeling so they were at eye level with her.

"What's wrong?" Piper asked, worry etched on her face.

Phoebe looked up at Melinda, her expression sad and curious and a large array of other emotions.

"Phoebe stood, shoving Piper and Paige gently out of the way. She moved forward a few steps, toward Melinda, who wanted desperately to step backwards but stood her ground.

"I want to talk to Melinda alone," Phoebe told them, everyone, including Chris. When no one moved, she spoke again, sharper this time; "Now."

Piper and Paige left the room, and Chris only left when Melinda glanced at him and nodded.

Phoebe shut the door to her room, then glanced back at Melinda and walked towards her again.

"What are you afraid of?" Phoebe asked. She didn't yell, she didn't demand it; she spoke softly, in a normal tone, asking a question.

"Nothing," Melinda replied, almost viciously. Her voice held something of a challenge.

"You're afraid of something," Phoebe countered. "I just don't know what. I wish you'd just tell me so I could help-"

"-you can't help me," Melinda shot back, anger coursing through her body.

"So you are afraid of something," Phoebe said softly.

Melinda felt ashamed at her outburst and unintentional conformation that she feared something. Fear was a weakness and she didn't want Phoebe to know anything about her; about who she was, what she was or wasn't afraid of, or – most importantly – that she was pregnant.

"So what if I am?" Melinda asked, mocking Phoebe's soft, gentle tone, but adding bite to it.

Phoebe stared at Melinda, close to giving up. She didn't know what else to do to convince Melinda that she could trust her.

"Just back off, all right?" Melinda snapped. "You don't know what you're getting yourself in to."

"Because you won't let me know!" Phoebe whined, almost begging.

"You're pathetic. You're a whimpering, begging pain in the ass," Melinda snarled, her tone low. "You're supposed to be a Charmed One, powerful and brave and smart. You're not at all the same person I-"

Oops.

"Not the same you person you – what?" Phoebe asked after a very long moment of awkward silence.

Melinda opened her mouth to speak, but shut it. She tried again, and again shut her mouth. She was at a lose for words and Chris was going to be pissed if she didn't stop screwing up.

"It doesn't matter. My point still stands, though," Melinda said hastily.

"It does matter. You're the frickin' Source and you're encouraging me to-to- I don't know what!" Phoebe cried, confused and lost and defeated.

Melinda tried not to show – and especially feel – her sadness. "It doesn't matter who I am. Can't you look past that? If only you knew . . ."

Phoebe did know, actually. Melinda didn't know that Paige had overheard everything she and Chris had discussed. But Phoebe wished Melinda would tell her first hand.

"If only I knew what?" Phoebe probed.

Melinda suddenly turned away from her mother, not wanting her to see the tears in her eyes (Which was silly, because Phoebe could feel her overwhelming sadness) or the slight pain in her belly (Which Phoebe also felt; a slight jolt in her lower belly).

"Why are you bothering to hide it?" Phoebe asked. "I can feel your sadness and – are you sick? I felt something . . . really weird just now. Something in my stomach or something."

Melinda hiccupped in alarm, turning around. She saw Phoebe's curious look and tried to calm down, swiping at the tears.

"It's okay to cry. It's okay to be sad. And it's okay to ask for help," Phoebe insisted, taking a slow and cautious step towards Melinda, not wanting to frighten her.

Melinda stared at Phoebe, her mother, with sad, red, puffy eyes and blinked away tears.

"Phoebe-" Melinda began, her throat dry and her voice cracking.

"Yeah?" Phoebe asked, cocking her head.

Melinda gulped and took a deep breath, then let it out. "I . . ."