A/N: Glad everyone liked the last chapter!

Moonfirefairy: Well, Paige knows. Phoebe and Piper don't.

Prince Halliwell: I don't have specific powers written down for Melinda yet. So just think, uhm, Phoebe's powers + demonic powers + Source abilities + random others. Lol. I'll get more specific another time.

Got a nice long (well, longer than my usual) chapter for you guys! So enjoy and please review!

PS: No news on the mini-series yet. I have a bunch of ideas written down, but I haven't had a chance to begin writing it. I'll keep everyone posted though!

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At Paige's open-mouthed, wide-eyed expression of shock and disbelief, Melinda regretted ever opening her mouth. At the same time, however, she felt like she'd lifted the weight of the world off her chest by finally telling someone. It felt good to let it out.

"Y-you're- oh my god," Paige said, getting tongue-tied. Her thoughts swirled all over the place in her head. She couldn't put two and two together. How could the pregnant, half-witch/half-demon standing in front of her be Phoebe's daughter from the future? Who was her father? And Chris – Chris!

"Then that means Chris is – mine or Piper's son?" She cried, jaw dropping.

Melinda shushed her. "Please, lower your voice! The others can't know! You shouldn't know! But-but I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. I couldn't deal with another interrogation. And- I don't know."

"Who does Chris belong to?" Paige demanded.

"Piper," Melinda muttered.

Paige shook her head in disbelief, starting for the door.

"You aren't going to tell them, are you? Please, Paige – Please," Melinda begged. Paige didn't stop walking. "Aunt Paige!"

That caught her attention, and Paige turned around and stared.

"Please," Melinda begged.

Paige turned back around and left the room, going back downstairs, back to her sisters who were staring at her in confusion and expectation.

"What happened?" Phoebe asked, seeing the look of shock on Paige's face.

"Paige?" Piper asked, when Paige said nothing.

Paige shook her head. "Nothing."

"You look like you've seen a ghost. It couldn't have been nothing," Phoebe commented.

Paige shook her head again. "No, no, nothing."

"Paige," Piper said again, her tone more of warning now.

"What happened?" Phoebe demanded. "We need to know, Paige."

Paige looked at them for a moment. "Melinda confided in me," she finally replied. "Maybe it was because of what I said to her, I don't know-"

"What did you say to her?" Phoebe asked.

"-But she confided in me, of all people," Paige continued, without acknowledging Phoebe's question. She glanced at her sisters again. "But I can't tell you. I didn't promise her or anything, but she begged me not to and I can't. I'm sorry."

"We need to know," Phoebe repeated. "What did she tell you?"

Paige shook her head. "I gotta go . . ." she said, orbing out.

Piper and Phoebe glanced at each other, confused and worried.

Chris orbed down at that moment. He hadn't been around for a few days.

"Where's Melinda?" he asked.

"Oh, you mean your cousin?" Piper asked, half annoyed.

Chris paled slightly. "She told you that?"

Piper and Phoebe nodded.

Chris cursed under his breath. He located Melinda by sensing her and then orbed to her.

"What the hell were you thinking, telling them we were-" Chris's yelling trailed off when he saw Melinda on Phoebe's bed, crying into the pillow.

"Mel?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and touching her shoulder.

"Leave me alone, Chris," Melinda said, her voice muffled into the pillow.

"But Mel-"

Melinda shot into an upright position, glaring angrily at him. "Aunt Paige knows I'm Phoebe's daughter, and she knows you're Piper's son. Get angry if you want, I don't give a shit. But leave me alone or you'll be running to Wyatt so you can hide from me!"

Chris stared at Melinda in shock. First, he'd never heard her speak like that to him before. And second, he couldn't believe she'd given them away like that!

"Now get out or-" Melinda formed an energy ball in her hand and pointed it at Chris. She let it go flying just as Chris orbed out and Phoebe came in, narrowly dodging the fireball that hit the wall beside the door.

"Whoa! Hey!" Phoebe cried. "Hey, you okay?" she asked, seeing that Melinda had been crying.

The first thing Melinda thought was Paige had told Piper and Phoebe who she and Chris were.

"Sorry I lied, okay?" Melinda snapped. "I couldn't tell you and I'm sorry. So kick me out if you want, I don't care anymore."

"Lied about what?" Phoebe asked, frowning.

Melinda stopped crying and shouting. She looked at Phoebe in confusion. "Paige didn't tell you and Piper?"

Phoebe shook her head.

Melinda sat back against the pillow, bewildered. She had been positive Paige had given them away. But she hadn't. A warm surge of love towards her aunt consumed her and her tears dried.

Phoebe felt the surge of love towards Paige and moved forward in confusion. "Melinda," she said, going over and sitting on the end of her bed. "I know you don't want to tell me whatever it is you're hiding. But if I knew everything, I could help you better. It might not be too late for you, Chris, your future, Scott even. But you need to be- AH!"

Melinda had shoved Phoebe off the bed, then jumped up, poised in her fighting stance. She threw a fireball at the demon who had, moments before, been standing behind Phoebe ready to kill her. She missed, though, and dodged an energy ball the demon had thrown.

"Leave," Melinda demanded, forming another fireball and pointing it in the demons direction.

The demon laughed. "Why should I listen to you?"

Melinda's eyes flamed, then went black – the Source's signature move.

The demon's eyes widened. He went on bended knee. "I'm sorry, your highness. I had no idea."

"Now you do. Go tell all your little demon friends that the Charmed One's and their Whitelighter are off limits. Any who dare attack here will be vanquished on the spot," Melinda said coldly, her eyes returning to normal. "Now leave."

The demon shimmered out.

Melinda went to Phoebe and held her hand out. Reluctantly, Phoebe took her hand and Melinda helped her up.

"Sorry about that," Melinda said coldly. "But he would have killed you if I hadn't shoved you out of the way."

"Why did you save me? You're the Source," Phoebe said.

"Back to that," Melinda sighed. "Don't asked questions, witch. Just be lucky I haven't killed you."

"You wouldn't kill me. You're good. I know you are. I've sensed it so many times," Phoebe countered.

"We've gone over this so many times, I'm sick of it. Just leave me alone!" Melinda stormed out of the room, Phoebe chasing her. She locked herself in the attic. Phoebe pounded on the door for about fifteen minutes before giving up and going back downstairs.

Melinda stormed to the Book and began flipping through it. She found what she was looking for and scanned the spell, then walked around the attic, gathering what she needed.

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Downstairs, Paige had come home and Piper was trying to get her to talk, but she wasn't budging.

"Melinda locked herself in the attic," Phoebe said, frowning as she rejoined her sisters, not commenting on Paige's arrival home. "Doing what, I don't know."

"The Book," Piper said worriedly.

Paige orbed out of the room and to the attic. She found Melinda, kneeling at a short wooden coffee table, incense, candles, etc, surrounding her. She had a big, golden bowl sitting on the table. Unknown contents sat in the smoking pot. An ornately decorated athame rested in one hand, blood on it's tip, and her other hand was held, motionless over the bowl, blood on the tip of her index finger.

"Melinda," Paige said, startling the younger girl. She walked to her niece's side and knelt down, taking a cloth from the table and wrapping it around Melinda's finger. "Honey, what are you doing?"

Melinda shook her off, turning to the Book – which rested on the floor beside her – and recited a spell to call a lost witch, with the words changed around to suit her purpose:

"Power of the lovers' rise.

Course unseen across the skies.

Come to me, I call you near.

Come to me and settle here."

"Blood to blood, I summon thee.

Blood to blood, return to me."

A slight breeze ruffled the room. Then it died.

Tears filled Melinda's eyes. "Come on. Work, please work," she whimpered, ignoring Paige's presence in the room.

"Sweetie, what are you trying to do?" Paige asked gently.

"Summon Scott. I know he's from the future but if he's dead, he should come – he has to," Melinda replied firmly, though her lip quivered. "He has to." She repeated the summoning spell over and over and over and over and-

Paige put her hand on Melinda's arm. "He's not going to come, sweetie. Stop doing this to yourself. He's not coming. He's gone."

Melinda tried to keep a straight face, but she couldn't. Scott was gone. He was gone. Why had she left him alone like that? She should have known better. What an idiot! It was her fault Scott was dead!

Tears stirred in her eyes and slid down her cheeks. She turned and buried her head in Paige's shoulder, sobbing. Paige made soft shushing sounds, hugging Melinda, and rocking her gently.