A/N: Sorry it took so long. I've been sick and making up 3 days worth of schoolwork and trying to rest. Plus Writers block is a bitch.

I'm not doing individual thank you's tonight. I feel like shit and just now when I went to shut my cell phone off, I saw it was friggin' cracked. So I'm pissed now. I don't mean to take it out on you guys, but I don't know what the hell I'm going to do. I don't know when, or how, it happened, and my parents are going to go horse-shit crazy.

Enjoy the chapter, and sorry if I'm being a btch tonight. Being sick and being hours away from extinction (Cell phone drama) is not a good combination.

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Phoebe stared at the Book, not really seeing it. Beside her, Chris was trying to do – who knows what. Awkward silence had filled the room since the others had left. Now, Phoebe broke that silence.

"This is ridiculous. We aren't going to find anything in the Book, or by sitting here not talking to each other."

Chris glanced at her. Unlike his pain in the ass cousin, he didn't get overwhelmed with emotion at seeing his mom and aunts again. He kept his demeanor cold as stone and neutral.

"So what do you suggest we do?" Chris asked.

"I suggest you tell me the truth," Phoebe said, just as coldly. "or we go to the hospital so I can find out the truth from the others."

Truth. It was a funny word, Chris thought. He thought that Melinda had told him the truth about everything, all their lives. But he was wrong. She had never told him she was pregnant. That hurt, bad. Why wouldn't Melinda tell him something as important as that? Why had she kept it hidden from him? Why, why, why?

"You're letting your emotions show. Something is definitely bothering you."

Chris looked at Phoebe again. He looked away and reluctantly admitted, "I was just thinking about Melinda."

Phoebe frowned. Her empath powers didn't work on Chris, but she didn't need them now to figure it out. "Melinda didn't tell you she was pregnant."

Chris shook his head.

"That really bothers you, doesn't it? I mean, from what she's said, you guys are really close," Phoebe pried.

Chris glared at her. "Stop trying to get information out of me. It won't work. I can't tell you anything."

"Melinda told us some stuff," Phoebe noted.

"She shouldn't have. It's too dangerous for you to know. She was an idiot to tell you everything. But you did force her with that stupid truth potion." Chris gave Phoebe an accusing stare that was meant to make her feel guilty.

"I'm sorry I ever did that. Piper and Paige out-voted me on that one. I wish I had been able to get the information out of her without force. We needed to know and-"

"And you forced her to tell you things she didn't want you to know," Chris snapped. "You betrayed her! You hurt her more than you'll ever know! She trusted you, Phoebe, and you broke that trust in more ways than one!"

Phoebe was struck dumb with silence. She'd never seen Chris get that upset. "Chris, I-"

"Don't apologize to me. Apologize to her." Chris spoke softly, though no less angrily. He waited long enough to see how upset Phoebe was, then he orbed upstairs to watch Wyatt sleep.

Phoebe sighed, grabbed her keys from the table, and took off for the hospital.

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"Everything seems to be in order," Dr. Saunders explained, looking at Melinda's chart once more. "The baby if fine. It seems you were just having some very bad cramping. But it was only temporary. I'll prescribe you some medicine in case it happens again."

"Thank you, doctor," Melinda said, grateful.

Dr. Saunders smiled and left.

"So now that that's all sorted out," Piper said firmly, "you two have a lot more explaining to do."

"There's nothing more to say," Melinda said softly, sadly.

"Like hell there isn't," Piper snapped. "If you and Chris are cousins, and you're Phoebe's daughter, then that – what, Paige!"

Paige heaved her shoulders and shook her head, pointing to the doorway where a pale-as-a-ghost Phoebe stood in utter shock.

Melinda closed her eyes and shook her head. "Thanks a lot, Piper." Sarcasm dripped from her throat in waterfalls.

Piper gulped. She wanted answers, but she had never meant to give Melinda away like that.

"Uh, maybe Melinda and Phoebe need some time alone," Paige said, taking Piper's arm and leading her past Phoebe and out of the room. She closed the door behind them.

Phoebe slowly approached Melinda's hospital bed. She was at a lose for words, something rare for her.

Melinda stared awkwardly at her bed sheets. She had wanted so badly to tell her mom the truth. She had even made herself promise she would at some point. She wanted her to know, but to find out like this?

"Why didn't you tell me?" Phoebe asked, hurt written all over her face, and soaked into her voice.

"I was going to tell you," Melinda said softly. "Just not yet."

"Then when? Were you going to go back to your time and send me an inter-dimensional letter the day you were born here?" Phoebe asked.

"No, I-" Melinda stopped short. "I was going to tell you. I don't know when, but I was going to."

"I could have helped you so much more if you had just been honest with me," Phoebe said, shaking her head. "I could have protected you. You didn't have to lie."

Melinda felt tears in her eyes, but blinked them away. "It hurt to much to tell you. Telling you meant getting close to you again, then going home and loosing you again. I couldn't bear that, mom."

Phoebe gasped slightly, inwardly so Melinda didn't know. Hearing Melinda call her 'mom' filled Phoebe with so many emotions.

Phoebe took a deep breath. She wasn't going to let Melinda off that easy. She was so hurt that her own flesh and blood had lied to her so badly.

"Still," Phoebe began, as calmly as she could. "you didn't have to lie."

Melinda looked down at the bed, ashamed.

Phoebe stood. "We'll discuss this later at home. Get dressed, I'll sign you out." She left the room.

Ten minutes later, Paige had orbed everyone home. Piper went to find Chris to see how Wyatt was, and to see if he had found anything of use in the Book. Paige went to her room to give Phoebe and Melinda time alone.

But the room was filled with awkward silence, as neither Phoebe nor Melinda knew what to say.

"Do you think we'll ever stop not talking?" Melinda asked her mom.

Phoebe glanced at her and nodded. "As soon as I forgive you for lying to me."

"When will that be?" Melinda asked.

"When you're thirty, in my time," Phoebe replied, but the corner of her lips was curling up in a slit smirk.

Melinda narrowed her eyes. "Haha. Very funny."

"Look, I don't want to fight. I don't want to be mad at you. But I think from now on, we should try to always tell each other the truth. No more lies, okay?"

Melinda started to say yes, then stopped and sighed. "No." Phoebe started to protest, but Melinda cut her off, saying, "I can't tell you everything. Not by choice, at least. Some things have to remain a secret. You need to understand that."

"Oh, I'm sure she understands."

Melinda and Phoebe, both startled, turned around to see who was talking.

"Wy-" Melinda gasped, but stopped short. "What the hell are you doing here?" She stepped in front of Phoebe to protect her.

"How sweet. Mother daughter bonding?" Future Wyatt asked, smirking.

"My question still stands," Melinda said firmly, a fireball in her hand.

"Bianca didn't do her job, thanks to you. So I'm here to do it myself," Wyatt replied. His voice was cold. "Do you really think a fireball will stop me? And you should know better anyway. I don't want to hurt the Charmed Ones, not yet anyway. If I did, I would be destroying my own future, dear cousin."

Phoebe's eyes widened as a and b clicked. The young man, in his late twenties, standing before her was her cute, sweet, adorable nephew Wyatt. He was the one Melinda had run from, he was the killer who wanted Chris dead and Melinda's baby for a slave.

"Asshole," Melinda said coldly. She let fly the fireball. It did little; Wyatt stepped back when it hit him, but he smirked at her and chuckled.

"CHRIS, HELP!" she cried.

Chris orbed downstairs right away. He saw Wyatt and went into Big Brother mode, stepping in front of Melinda.

"Get Phoebe out of here and keep Piper and Paige upstairs," he demanded.

"Chris, I won't leave you here. I'm-"

"GO! Now!"

Melinda gulped and grabbed Phoebe's hand, shimmering her to Paige's room.

"Where's Piper?" she demanded to know.

"Her room, why?" Paige asked, frowning.

Melinda grabbed Paige's hand with her free one and shimmered them to Piper's room.

Baby Wyatt was in his crib.

Piper walked out of her bathroom, clad in only a towel, her hair dripping wet. When she spotted her visitors, she yelped.

"What the hell?"

"None of you is to leave this room, understood?" Melinda snapped, ignoring Piper.

"Melinda-"

"I mean it," Melinda said, cutting Phoebe off. "Stay here." She shimmered out, leaving Paige and Piper stunned, and Phoebe worried.

By the time Melinda got downstairs, the living room was destroyed. Wyatt was gone.

So was Chris.