A/N: Ahhhhhhhhh, wow! It's been forever and I'm truly sorry. I had the worst writers block. So a few notes:

Forget the Mini-Series for awhile. I'm having trouble coming up with idea. Instead, I have an idea in mind related to this, and a fic that's . . . like a spin-off, but not. I know, I know: you're all probably wondering how many spin-offs I can make from this! Lol. But these characters have really . . . intrigued me and I can't help come up with new ideas and angles to view them from.

This chapter is half a page shorter then normal, but I hope you enjoy it all the same!

Please enjoy, please review, and I promise to update sooner next time!

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"Almost there! One more push! You can do it, Melinda," Paige said encouragingly. Since she and Phoebe had been the midwives for Piper, she was the one delivering Melinda's baby, and Piper was helping Melinda to breath and push, and holding the young girl's hand.

"It's a girl, but of course we knew that," Paige said minutes later, smiling as she cleaned the baby off gently with a towel and cut the cord, then wrapped the small child in the Halliwell Baby Blanket and went to pass her to her mother.

"I'll take her."

Piper, Paige, and Melinda all glanced towards the voice.

"No!" Melinda cried, struggling to sit up and cover herself.

Wyatt sneered. "We had a deal, dear cousin-" Piper and Paige blanched at these words "-and you failed to fulfill your end of the bargain. The child is mine."

"You can't have her!" Paige cried, holding the crying baby tight to her body, shielding her with her arms. Piper, meanwhile, was staring at Wyatt as recognition suddenly dawned on her and she solved the mystery of the man's identity.

Wyatt.

Wyatt sighed, glanced at the baby, and made a motion with his hands. Suddenly, the child was bathed in black orbs and disappeared from Paige's arms, and then reappeared in Wyatt's arms.

"Nooooo!" Melinda shrieked, trying to stand, but Paige pushed her down.

"Baby!" Paige cried, hands out, but the child didn't orb to her.

Wyatt laughed. "Aunt Phoebe will be so upset she missed this. But she's – ah – a little caged up at the moment." He laughed again, and disappeared.

Paige quickly orbed a sobbing Melinda and a shocked Piper home to the Manor. She then orbed back to the mall and found Phoebe, as Wyatt had said, caged up.

"Where are Melinda and the baby?" Phoebe demanded, as Paige attempted to free her.

"Melinda's at the Manor with Piper . . ." Paige said softly.

"And the baby?" Phoebe snapped impatiently.

Paige paused, looking at her with sad, defeated eyes.

Phoebe sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "We have to get my grandchild back."

Paige nodded, finally got Phoebe free, and orbed her back to the Manor.

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Wyatt rocked the baby in his arms. Her cries had silenced and she stared up at him with innocent brown eyes.

"Won't be so innocent for much longer," he mumbled to himself. "You'll need a name, little one." He paused and thought. It had to be something strong, something that, when spoken, would chill to the bone and instill fear in demons and warlocks alike.

"We have a long time to worry about a name, though. You aren't going anywhere, no matter how hard your mother tries to get you back."

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Melinda sat up on the couch, covered in sweat, her hair knotted and messy. Her eyes were red and shone with tears.

"We have to get her back from him."

Piper shivered. She couldn't believe her sweet, innocent boy – right now, upstairs asleep – was going to turn into such a monster.

Phoebe caught Piper's expression, knew she knew, and looked at Paige, who shook her head at Phoebe with a 'I can't believe it,' look, showing she knew, too.

"We'll get her back, sweetie, I promise," Phoebe promised Melinda."

"How?" Melinda chocked. "Wyatt isn't going to let her go that easily. He'll have her heavily protected and the last time you guys fought Wyatt in my time-" She cut off, surprised at her own bluntness. She couldn't finish what she was about to say, and before anyone could ask questions, she said, "And we still can't find Chris."

"We'll find him and we'll find your baby," Phoebe said gently.

Melinda looked at the ground. "Charlotte."

"What?"

Melinda looked at her mom, tears in here eyes. "That's the name I had picked out. Charlotte, Melinda Warren's mother – the beginning of the Warren Line. And her middle name is Prudence, for my Aunt Prue."

Her daughter's words touched Phoebe in ways she couldn't express. Thinking of Prue deepened her resolve to find her granddaughter and bring her home safely.

"Let's get to work."

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Wyatt rocked the baby girl still. She wouldn't sleep, but she wasn't crying, either. Instead she stared up at him with an unsure gaze, confused and wondering, should she trust him?

Wyatt smirked. "You will in time. I promise."

"M'lord."

Wyatt scowled. He hated being interrupted, and now especially. Still rocking the baby, he glanced up at the low level scum who dared bother him.

"Sir, the witch is gone. He's escaped-"

"No he hasn't," Wyatt said, speaking soft and calm, but inside roiling with anger. "My pain in the ass cousin has snatched him from us. No bother, though. I have her child and she wouldn't dare do anything that might get her daughter injured or worse. "

"So she has Chris back," Wyatt continued, more to himself than the cowering demon. "But she won't get this one back." He looked down at the tiny infant, finally deciding on a name."

"Chasity." The name would only make sense to Wyatt, and maybe Phoebe. But it was a name demons would learn to fear.

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"How did you find me?" Chris asked, nursing his sprained ankle.

"That's not important. What's important is-"

Phoebe stopped short when Chris turned to Melinda, staring intently. Then it dawned on him.

"You had your baby." He paused, frowning, as if anticipating their answer to his next question. "Where is she?"

"Wyatt has her," Melinda said, defeat evident in her eyes and voice.

Chris glanced at the sisters anxiously.

"We already know, don't worry," Piper said shortly. She still wasn't used to the idea of her only son becoming evil (Author Side Note: Paige knows Chris is Piper's son. Piper and Phoebe only know that he belongs to either Piper or Paige, but they don't know which.)

"We're getting her back, Mel. I promise," Chris said firmly, looking only at her and no one else.