Disclaimer: if i owned Charmed i'd have lots of money and thus be able to bribe into allowing me to respond to reviews in my story and hence be able to thank everyone who reviewed. all comments are read and noted. As it is i can't... darn. maybe i'll find a way round it.

A/N sorry its so short im suffering from an evil case of writers block. This will be one of the last chapters, just 2 more i think and i'll apologise now for the anticlimatic ending. Learn my lesson: plan your fics better.

Chris

"Little brother," he heard his brother call tauntingly, while at the same time watching his mother feint, "little brother."

Rolling his eyes, Chris sighed over dramatically; "Was that really necessary? It's not like you didn't know I was trying to keep that secret!"

Phoebe and Paige could only gawp.

"Because you did it so well," sniped the twice-blessed witch gesturing toward Paige and Phoebe.

"That was you fault too!" yelped the welder, "that was because of the demon you sent back to kill me!"

"Correction," corrected Wyatt, "the demon I sent back to get killed by you."

"wh..?" asked Paige

"All part of the master plan," responded Wyatt dismissively, "hi Aunt Paige, aunt Phoebe"

"Hi," mouthed Phoebe hoping some sound would come out.

"Now if you'll excuse me I'll just take ickle Chrissie and get out of here."

"Ickle Chrissie?" asked Paige incredulously

Chris cast a sideways glance at his aunt; it was just like Paige to concentrate on the fact that he'd been called 'ickle Chrissie' rather than his imminent kidnap.

"I'm not going anywhere why!" declared the welder uncreatively.

"And how exactly do you figure that?" asked his brother, "we've done this enough times to know that it never works Chris? What so different now?"

Chris shuffled nervously, searching for a response: he couldn't do anything to stop Wyatt now, neither could his aunts- it might have been nice if they'd tried though instead of standing there doing nothing but mocking his nickname.

Turning to meet his brother's eyes with his own he responded with the only thing he could think of. " I could, er, turn you into a lime?" he suggested rather ridiculously but with a strange amount of pride.

Seeing a smile creep onto his brother's face, he struggled to fight the one that followed on his own. A second later the two brothers were laughing at the stupidity of the threat.

"Well this is the bizarrest attack I've ever seen," whispered Phoebe to her sister.

"You don't think maybe we should try to do something to help?"

Piper

Piper was mad. As soon as she'd seen her eldest walk through a time portal calling for his 'little brother' she'd been angry. In a moment everything had become clear to her; all thoughts of being anxious and excited about meeting one of her grown up children flew out the window and had been replaced by pure annoyance. Chris was her son: that was blindingly obvious now; she supposed she should have spotted it before. Wyatt was evil; the black was a dead give away, but she'd known that, and finally the most important thing in the history of ever seemed about to happen in her living room. Chris' whole mission, the whole future of the world was about to be determined in a show down by Wyatt Halliwell and his 'little brother.' All this made her angry, but only to the extent, as she'd been angry when she'd thought Chris was trying to kill Wyatt. Admittedly that was a pretty high rage factor but it was nothing, absolutely nothing to what she was feeling now! She'd feinted! Her son had waltzed in from the future and she'd collapsed with shock! This was NOT something Piper Halliwell did: she was one of the most powerful witches ever; she fought demons on a daily basis and had witnessed at least two possible apocalyptic situations, nothing had the right to make her feint! Especially not something she'd given birth to! This had to stop now.

She was only out a minute at the most, but it was enough to fall behind with what was going on! When she awoke she found her sisters commenting quietly about doing something helpful while Wyatt and Chris laughed. Nice to see someone was concerned about the feinted pregnant woman!

Driven by her anger at everyone in the room, and being a woman of action, (rather than a swooning beauty who feints at every little thing), she decided something needed to be done. Unfortunately she had no idea of what.

Gesturing with her hands she had the vein hope that someone, anyone, in the room would freeze despite knowing that witches don't freeze. It was a pointless attempt, mused the charmed one, since after 6 years of demon hunting she knew what froze and what didn't, however on the other hand: since whoever controlled her life didn't know the meaning of continuity, why shouldn't it work? In fact she wouldn't be surprised if she woke up tomorrow and it turned out Prue was still alive and she had a daughter, which considering the, which considering the way things were going at the moment, she concluded, would make as much sense as any other conclusion today might reach. Naturally, no one in the room froze although her actions did gain her a number of disbelieving stares.

Rolling his eyes, Wyatt spoke, "I forgot how illogical this family is." A moment later he regretted his words, as a chandelier turned light fitting shaped block of ice crashed to the floor by his feet.

"Interesting" he commented, "now excuse me while I kidnap my… er… your whitelighter."

"Bit late to be mysterious about it now Wy."

"I don't think so young man," said Piper in her best stern mother voice.

Wyatt stared at her.

Piper stared back.

Paige broke the tension by wondering, "was she talking to Wyatt there, or was she saying it wasn't actually too late to be mysterious, that she hasn't figured out Chris is her son?"