Disclaimer: look if i didn't own it for the first 20 chapters i'm not going to own it now am i?

A/N : looky looky, i'm updating regularly again! Although i do apologise for this chapter, i'm not entirely happy with it, yeah i know i took the cowards way out with th Chris thing.Anyway, please review anyway i love reviews!

CharmedLilAngel: glad you like it
Quack says the duck: He should be a welder! I'd hire him to weld stuff for me, in fact i'd purposely unweld stuff if he was my welder just to make him come back an reweld it!
alienangel19852003: he sure would, i can just imagine him working shirtless welding stuff, the sweat running down his... anyway... yes...Chris would make a great welder.
Night-owl123: Ah well at least he gets a bit of relief in this chapter.
Septdeneuf: yeah i kind of wrote my self into a hole there didn't i, ah well, i'll take the easy way out. Poor Elise its so sad, but i like her so i'm sure she'll end up happy eventually. I'm glad you like the fic, but believe it or not this was originally intended as my 'serious' fic, guess that didn't quite work out eh? lol.
teal-lover: woot, i'm glad you liked it so much.
Alyssa Halliwell: well what else would you expect a welder to do? lol.
Faith-Charmer: a little clue eh? CHRIS! Now if you want a slightly bigger clue: its a future fic about Chris and Wyatt and involving much time travelling mayhem. I hope you like it! I'm also in the VERY early stages of designing a sequel to this fic, as well as a short Elise fic relating to this story. Thank god the hols are approaching eh?

Piper

Up in the attic, Piper felt the air around her begin to ripple around her, 'What the hell is going on?' thought the witch, she felt like something important was about to happen, but it didn't, the air stopped rippling and she shrugged off this as if it had never happened. Still she felt like someone was trying to tell her something.

'Well I guess I don't need to worry about potion making,' thought Piper, ' I wonder where he got all these recipes from, some of them aren't in the book.' Tidying up the potions once more, and grabbing a couple for herself; nothing big just general vanquish type, she reminded herself that Chris was in fact from the future and so many of the potions were probably ones yet to have been created.

This made her feel uneasy, for all of Chris' talk about future consequences, surely this was risking the future more than telling her, say her child's name for example.

'Chris,' said a little voice in her head, much to her confusion. 'Chris?' she thought confused, ' her child wasn't going to be called Chris; she wasn't going to name it after that lying son of an elder…'

Wait, what had she just thought?

'Son of an elder?' god she was going crazy, and it was all that whitelighters fault, she was not going to name her child after him. Walking back into the kitchen, she saw Paige hanging up the phone.

"Well?" she asked

"I'm alive," she said, "officially. And Chris is likely to be released into psychiatric care."

"Well that's just great," complained Piper, " he'll be stuck there forever."

"What?" asked Paige, "they'll let him go once they know he's not crazy."

"He's a time travelling angel from the future," said Piper simply.

"He's more than that, he's…" began Paige

Phoebe

Walking out of the police station with Chris, the empath felt a wave of relief flood over her.

"I can't believe the cleaners did that!" laughed Chris, "that's the first time I've ever known them be helpful, but they got me off the hook!"

'Wow' thought Phoebe, 'even I didn't see that coming, and I see the future.'

"Just because you didn't get declared insane, doesn't mean you're off the hook," said Phoebe, "you and your aunt Phoebe are going to go and have a long talk about the future, and you're going to tell her everything."

She saw an anxious look spread across her neurotic nephews face, "and don't even think about orbing out of here, or god help me I'll march straight home and tell your mother about you, and I'm sure you don't want that to happen."

"Wow," said Chris smiling.

"What?" asked Phoebe

"I feel 12 again," he laughed, " being scolded by strict aunt Phoebe."

"Me? Strict?" she asked, "I find that a little difficult to believe."

"Well, maybe strict isn't the word, but you were one mean spell writing instructor."

"I taught you how to write spells?" she asked.

"Sure did," he said smiling, "mom got potions and Paige, well Paige… she did controlling our powers, and whitelighter stuff, of course that was before…"

"Before?" asked Phoebe interested.

"Before it all when wrong, before Wyatt went psycho, before you all got killed, before evil went public. Take you pick."

"Oh."

"Yeah" he said frowning, overcome with a sudden anger, "so what do you want me to tell you? How you died? How I watched the person I care most about, the only person I had left, do things… things that I never imagined demons would do, they were that bad. How I saw the world fall apart around me, the terror on the faces of the innocents as the underworld came on to the streets, demon after demon, not hiding anymore; killing in broad daylight? How no one in the future had any hope any more? Perhaps you'd like a detailed description of how I watched you all die because I'd never learned to heal, how the blood dripped from your wounds in to a puddle on the floor, slowly enough that it seemed to hang in the air. Is that what you want to hear?" he paused viciously, "no, I know. I'll tell you about how it felt to come home, to see things the way they used to be: like I was walking around in a living, breathing, home movie, reminding me of everything I ever lost. How it feels to know that the people that cared about you most, who you thought would always care about you couldn't" he paused as if he was about to cry, but stopped himself, "couldn't even bring themselves to trust you if they didn't know you were family. To be thrown out of your own home, by your own mother because you told her the truth. I could have stopped it all by now, so easily, a knife in the heart or a little magic potion in the baby food, but I didn't and god he deserves it after what he's done he… but I can't, I just can't and… I'm the only one that wouldn't, if any one else had figured out how to come back here, they wouldn't have stopped… they would have killed him… but…" He slumped on the floor and Phoebe felt the pain emanate from the boy, for the first time ever she was getting an empathic reading off of him and it was stronger than any she'd felt before; so much pent up anger, it felt like a lifetimes worth of pain and fear was pouring out of him and into her and it was too much to cope with.

"Oh god," she said stumbling, " Chris? Chris?"

Looking up he saw the weakness in his aunt's face and immediately understood what was happening. Breathing deeply he tried to regain control of himself.

Phoebe too was breathing deeply, concentrating on not being overwhelmed by Chris' emotions.

"Sorry aunt Phoebe," he muttered after a while, "I didn't mean to hit you with all that…" he trailed off.

Phoebe just looked at him disbelieving, she couldn't believe that one person could have so much pain, let alone hide it so well.

About to respond, she was overcome by the strangest feeling, almost like being pulled into a premonition but not, for a moment she thought she was about to be project again but she didn't.

"Not again" she heard her whitelighter mutter as the air around her seemed to ripple, a second later she found herself watching something unusual.

"I am so not neurotic," complained Chris, "I'm just… precise."

His brother snorted, " yeah and I'm not a twice blessed witch."

"Exactly," smirked Chris," you're not a twice blessed Witch, you're a witchlighter."

"And, you're not?"

"No, Dad was an Elder when I was conceived."

"So that makes you what a witch/elder? No wait! A Welder!"

"A Welder?" asked Chris sceptically.

"Yes," laughed Wyatt.

"I can't tell people that; they might expect me to, I don't know, weld stuff?"

"Christopher Halliwell, the worlds first welder," teased his brother.

"Shut up Wy."

As the air rippled once more, setting reality back to its normal status Phoebe threw a questioning glance at her nephew, "was that a memory?" she asked unsurely.

"No," he responded immediately, "that has never happened."

"Then what was it?"

"I'm not really sure."

Paige

"He's more than that, he's…" began Paige and then wondered how to finish, 'he's my nephew? He's you unborn son? He's the turnip transfiguring foetus in your womb?' Was she even sure that he was that child, I mean all she had was Phoebes mad rant and that projection of him with witch powers. 'Yes she was sure', said a little part of her, the same little part that acted up when Chris grammar had been off, or when he'd used the word 'aren't'… oh god he hadn't said aren't, he'd said 'aunt.' He was Piper's son, how had she missed this? Now that she thought about it, he even looked like Piper.

"He's what?" asked Piper impatiently

She knew in her heart that Chris was her nephew, but could she tell Piper? She could just imagine her reaction. In this vision Piper yelled "What!" loudly and angrily, proving without a doubt that the youngest Charmed one didn't have a particularly creative imagination. It was, however, sufficient enough to convince her that she did not want to tell Piper that her unborn son was actually the same person as the neurotic timetravelling whitelighter that she disliked so fiercely.

Unfortunately for Paige, she had been silent some time now and Piper was not the type of person who could be satisfied with half an explanation, leaving her in the awkward situation of trying to find an alternative ending to the sentence "He's more than that, he's…" which one would think is not a particularly difficult task, however, when faced with one of Piper Halliwells patented glares any task becomes almost impossible.

Stuttering incoherently as she failed miserably to find a suitable lie to say to Piper, Paige found her shocked at her sudden relief as a demon shimmered in behind Piper.

"A demon!" yelled Paige warningly, but instead of moving to attack the Demon, or even acknowledging his presence, Piper looked at Paige with a confused look on her face and asked "Chris is a demon?"

A/N : just in case there confusion the cleaners didn't act sooner because i needed to get some of the plot stuff out the way before they did... however in thet context of the fic they wanted to let the charmed ones stew a little in revenge for the whole making the bridge dissapear issue.