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A/N Finally someone knows! it took me long enough to get there didn't it.. hands up who thought Paige would figure it our first? I might not have chance to update for a few days, i have exams.

Thanks for all the reviews.. but i need more i love them almost as much as i love Chris...

Charmedchick4eva: took her long enough!
Septdeneuf: i dunno about the columns for someone with a much power as Wyatt seems a bit of a weak joke don't you think. lol i've only got my self to blame. Ah well any excuse to get Elise back in it!
lyssa Halliwell: Well now you can find out :) and yay an evil laugh!
Magical Princess: yes come on girls... i don't know how much longer i can draw this story out without introducing some kind of plot... lol.
Night-owl123: she found out more than that...

Chapter 11: How hard can it be to find a rhyme for powers?

Chris

Hearing Phoebe yell the witchlighter concluded she was probably having problems with her new power. When he found himself orbing into a full room it didn't take long to guess what had happened.

"Ugh you projected to the whole room didn't you," sighed the man.

"Yes," nodded the witch guiltily.

"So you called me to orb in to make it worse? Brilliant plan!"

"Well after what they just saw I don't think it'll matter. Besides its not me that needs to do the explaining young man," yelled the witch angrily to the interest of the ever growing crowd.

"Wh…what?" asked the whitelighter nervously.

"You see I just projected the most interesting erased memory," said the advice columnist, "from last week."

"Oh darn?" sighed the whitelighter, "what did you see?"

"Oh just a whole bunch of stuff you didn't want me to see, like the demon vanquish."

"You think I'm evil again don't you?"
"No I do not think you are evil," said the witch, her memory flashing to the brown haired little boy in her other premonition, "I think you're family. And so did Piper, before you wiped her memory that is…"

The whitelighter looked ashamed, "er sorry?"

Phoebe rolled her eyes, "so what do we need to do to get rid of these people's memories?"

"I thought you just projected me doing it?"

"I did, but how good do you think my memory is?"

"Fine," sighed the witchlighter.

"But don't include me this time, or you'll be in more trouble next time this happens. Which it will."

"One more thing," said Phoebe, "Did you change all my letters so they're about limes?"

"No," replied the whitelighter going pale, 'Wyatt,' he thought.

"Well could you help me cast a spell to change them back, before I confront you about the future."

"Yeah ok," said Chris.

"Wait a minute," snapped a voice from behind, "what the hell is going on here?"

"Elise," sighed Phoebe, "I really can't explain."

"Well you could," commented Chris, "I'm about to wipe everyone's memories again in a second."

"Just get on with it, so I don't have to bother."

"Fine," sighed Chris as he began his job of erasing the past again.

Paige

If there's no spell in the book, just write one yourself. A simple enough idea you'd think, unfortunately, not if you were too stupid to find a word to rhyme with powers. Oh well there had to be another way to word it:

Power of the witches' line

Show to me what will be mine

Powers that grow

What will they be?

Let me know

Let me see

Ugh! 'That's awful' thought Paige, ' oh it'll have to do.' Reading the spell out loud, she waited for some kind of reaction.

"Oh phooey," she said disappointed, "it didn't work."

"I'm not surprised," sniggered a voice, "that was a truly terrible spell."

"Piper," gasped Paige, "I wasn't…."

"Using magic for personal gain?" questioned the elder sister.

"That's right I wasn't."

"I thought we had this conversation in the attic."

"I'm sorry," sighed Paige, "I really can't explain."

"I know you can't!" snapped Piper.

"But aren't you even the teensy bit curious? We could cast it for you as well, find out what powers you'll get in the future."

"I'm going to have enough trouble dealing with this ones powers let alone my own for the next few months."

"Please," begged Paige, "help me rewrite the spell, I just want a peek."

Piper rolled her eyes, at least if she helped it was less likely to go wrong.

"Aren't you the tiniest bit curious?" repeated Paige
"You already said that," replied Piper confused.

"Aren't, aren't, aren't"

"Ok," sighed Piper, "you've officially gone crazy."

"I'm just thinking about something Chris said earlier, there's been something about him bugging me all day. I'm missing something."

"Enough about Chris," sighed Piper, "You want to see your powers or not?"

Phoebe

To hide from them what they should not have seen

Erase their minds of what has been

"Done," sighed Chris.

"Good," replied Phoebe, "now we need to talk…"

"Phoebe," snapped Elise, "finally, something weird has happened to my copy of this weeks letters, could you run me off another one please."

"Weird?" asked Phoebe in mock surprise, "how so?"

"They're all about limes!"

"Limes? Must be someone's idea of a joke. I'll just print you off another set."

Walking to her office to find the freshly corrected copy of her letters, she silently thanked Chris' knowledge of spells for being able to reproduce her original responses so quickly. Walking out again she saw him chatting to Elise and distinctly heard the words, "you know I think you and Rob the sports guy would make a nice couple."

Elise just burst out laughing and said, "It's a good job it's not you that does the advice column on this paper."

"What was that all about?" asked Phoebe amazed.

"Oh just trying to point them in the right direction," replied Chris smirking

"Oh god you're not serious?" said Phoebe casting a look in Rob's direction. Chris just nodded as Phoebe smacked him round the head, "you'll tell her but not us?"

"Come on, she has no idea what I'm talking about, plus I've erased her memory twice in the past week I thought I ought to do something nice in exchange."

The empath was surprised by the tenderness in Chris' voice.

"I'm not a bad person," he said sadly, "and I'm sorry I couldn't, can't tell you the truth about the future, but I can't. I just can't…"

The young witchlighter looked like he was about to cry, like he wanted to spill every secret feeling of his life of the future to an office full of people, to Phoebe.