I need to get my thanks out before this story can go any further.

To everyone who voted: queeks, Zeria, Red-rumm, fantasygurl721, Mixer, Faith-Catherine, Sam I am, and kytana : thanks.

To kytana: the plotting plot bunnies are in action again.

To trina-k: you've got the right story. Jade died because of a demon attack and so Chris with the help of Prue got to relive his life all over again so he could save her life. I'm happy you semi-remember it.

To Leigh1986: I know. It's been a long time. Writers block hit and what not, but I am back into it for awhile.

To Faith-Catherine: I updated! Sooner then last soon, too!

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After finishing making the handful of her special secret ham, turkey, and assorted cheeses finger sandwiches, Piper quickly descended the stairs to make it into the basement. She waited a moment with the T.V. cart resting in her arms as she looked at the gray shadowed area and listened to see if there were any sounds of life coming from Chris's room. When she heard nothing she knocked lightly on the door.

She wasn't really into disturbing her son from resting after what she had heard had happened to him that day. However she wasn't one not to stop worrying until she figured out what had happened. The only way she knew how to do that was stuff her son on a few pre-dinner snackables and get him to talk. To Piper, that was the easiest nice Gestapo-like move she had learned growing into motherhood and she wasn't above using it for every card she needed to use it for.

"Chris?" she asked as she raised her voice louder then her knock had been on his black painted door.

She had never known what exactly she was supposed to do when he had went out of his way to paint his room as well as his door a dark blue that was comparable to the color black. She and Wyatt had both exchanged a look at the choice of color at the store when Wyatt had called his brother a 'closet Goth'. It hadn't helped that Chris had picked out a black bed with a black comforter set for it.

Of course, she couldn't expect him to keep the same decorations on the walls that he'd had as a child. So, she had gone with it. When he'd bought the white Christmas lights she had almost started to like the look of his room. She had to admit it was a lot better then going into Wyatt's where there were trophies and sports knickknacks and discarded clothes everywhere.

"Christopher? Can I come in?" she called through the door as she partially opened it a bit to hear the groan coming from Chris's bed.

"Like you're giving me a choice." he remarked.

Piper took that as close to a welcoming as possible and smiled, "Well, I would always respect your privacy, Chris. What would make you think otherwise?"

As she spoke, she had instantly placed the plate of food on the bed beside him. As she looked down at him it was hard not to let a tear fall as she remembered Chris Perry who had come from the future. In his half awake state, Piper could easily see her little boy becoming the very man that had saved their family. Already, he cared so much about them and had started to show the tendency to be the family martyr which had once been her role in the family until Prue had died. Then, the roles had reversed and she had to become the strong one who led the family and thought on her toes.

Sometimes she missed being the one who just came along to freeze the demon while her sisters bickered. It had been so nice to not have the world completely placed upon her shoulders then.

Piper smiled crookedly as she looked at her son and sat on a chair beside the bed. He slowly sat up more on the bed and eyed the tray. He was hungry. She could tell that as he eyed the finger sandwiches and then took one to bite into. His dark brown hair fell into his green eyes as he looked back over at her.

"So, what did I do this time?" he asked her.

Busted. She'd known when she had come and tapped on the door he would figure out that she was there because she was worried about him. She had to admit she barely ever came down to his room to see what he was up to. Only on rare occasions or else whenever she was worried about him did she come straight to him for a little pow wow to find out what was going on in his life.

"Busted." she laughed. "Well, Chris I was just wondering if there was something you would like to share with me."

"Like what?" he asked as he gulped down some milk.

"Like, for instance the fact that you knew about Wyatt before anyone else did."

"We go to the same high school, Mom. Word gets around."

"Chris, it's more then that. You haven't been acting like yourself today. You've been kind of out of it. Then, what happened in the kitchen… You knew it was going to happen. Honey, you can tell me anything so why don't you? Did you get another power and it's not what you anticipated? Is that why you're so down? Because, sweetie, if you did then that's wonderful. New powers are good whether they are ever what we wanted or not." she tried to tell him softly.

Piper had to admit it was just a tad bit weird to have this kind of discussion with her teenage son. Sure, they always talked shop like demons and vanquishes and everything. It was the factor that instead of talking to him about him having a crush on some girl or the dreaded sex talk that bothered her mostly. It was hard to just go into his room and say 'hey, you got a new power? That's great, son. I'm sorry you feel like second fiddle to your brother.' It was such a weird talk to have with her son.

Not even when she had first been pregnant with Wyatt had she ever anticipated having this kind of talk with her children. Hell, she had expected Wyatt to be a girl. Which was common knowledge to him now ever since Phoebe opened her big mouth and started joking around with Chris about it. Sure, it was nice for Chris to have something to make fun of his brother about, but the last thing she wanted him to do was egg on Wyatt.

"Mom!" Chris cried in instant annoyance.

It seemed that no matter what she always was being stuck by some brick wall. This time it happened to be Chris trying to get her from going on. Here, she was trying to say what she needed to say to him nicely without saying anything she might regret saying or wanting to reword later and here he was wanting her to leave within seconds of hearing her start speaking.

"Well, Chris what do you expect? You come home and act like a zombie. You won't tell me anything and then you just want me to let it go? I'm so happy for you for getting another power. Why can't you see that it's a good thing?" she told him.

Instantly, she knew she was way off base with what she was saying as his face changed from his gaping mouth going to say her name, but then changing to him shaking his head. A wall came up over his face as his expressions ceased to come through and he swallowed a few times before he found the words to say what he needed to say. She just wished she knew what was going on with him for sure. She just wished he would talk to her for one minute about it instead of discarding her as his mother.

"I can't talk about it right now. Okay, mom?" he asked her in a voice that declared he was done talking altogether.

"Alright. Chris, you can't keep this bottled up though, sweetie." she told him as she stood on her own two feet and went to the door. She turned back at the door as she pulled her dark brown hair behind her ears. "If you can't talk to me will you talk to Wyatt?"

"So he can tell you later?" he asked her angrily.

"No, so I know you're okay. So I know you haven't gotten yourself into trouble."

"Mom, just don't worry about me. You have enough to worry about. Especially, with the Kopkin Demon coming."

"Kopkin who?" she asked.

"Mom, could you just I don't know leave me alone?" he asked her annoyed.

Piper nodded trying not to be hurt by his anger in his voice. She hated him thinking that she would use Wyatt to find out how he was. She hadn't meant it that way. She had only meant it in a way for him to know that at least he had someone that he could talk to.

"Alright. If you go anywhere be back by 5. Family dinners tonight." she told him as she shut the door behind her and left him alone in his dark room.

Chris watched the door for a moment and then he fell back onto the bed. Grabbing a pillow off of the headboard, he screamed into it. He took a moment to stare at the wall in front of him and then he did it again.

He wanted her to know. He wanted to tell her everything to see if she could help him out of it. He wanted to save Jade.

He couldn't though. His Aunt Prue had told him that the best thing for him to do was to not know her this time around. Then, she wouldn't be in the Manor when it all happened in the future and then she wouldn't die.

He couldn't help seeing her again standing alone in the hallway when she had ran out of the nurses office after him. She had looked so sad and lost when she hadn't found him outside. She had wanted him too. She had wanted to know him as much as he had wanted to know her.

He couldn't watch her die again.

Chris took another moment to scream into his pillow as the bright white Christmas lights above his head sparkled down on him. Then, he pulled his tear ridden emerald green eyes and flushed face away from the black pillow as his gaze rested on a camera in his room.

It had been a birthday gift earlier that year from his Aunt Paige. She had thought he would like it since he seemed to be interested in the artistic field, but he had barely picked it up besides opening it and smiling at her for the thought.

She had loved it though. Jade had made it her own prize toy to play with when she had came over to his house to be with him.

Her dark black hair fell in currents of curls around her face. She had a long silkily dark violet dress on. It was simple and it showed her back and nothing else in its sophisticated cut. She had thrown her heels off and accidentally hit the wall with one of them that had also then hit the camera off of his bedside stand. It had fallen onto the ground beside her as she had pulled her hair up. The glittering Christmas lights darkened her bright red streaks to a maroon color as she'd inspected the camera for any damage.

She'd picked it up and loved it instantly.

Another time he remembered as he tried to fight the tears. It had been another time she had bought film for the camera and started taking pictures of him every five minutes. He had been so angry at the world that day. She had come over out of the blue and he had just let her stay. He hadn't cared that his mother had told him not to let anyone in because another demon was out to get them.

Nope, he had let her in and lead her downstairs. There, he had tried to finish his art project as she had started taking pictures of him in different lights. Her dark green fingernail polish glistened in the light as he took sideways glances over at her in his general annoyance.

"Oh, keep that look up. Dark, menacing, and angry. Oh, you are so photogenic it's disgusting!" she told him as she skirted different areas in the room with the camera.

"Would you cut that out?" he asked her as he threw one of his charcoal drawing pencils on the ground. He rubbed his forehead as he heard yet another click of the camera as she took another picture of him.

"Why?" she asked him as she sat on the bed above where he was sitting on the ground. She pulled her legs beneath her as she looked down on him and his artwork.

"Cause I don't want a camera in my face 24/7!" he responded angrily.

She gave him a pleading yet slightly annoyed look at his instant short fused anger. "Oh, come on. I am going through my second childhood with this thing. You should be happy for me. I am actually doing something artistic." she told him as she waved her hand over the camera to prove her point.

When he didn't answer she sighed. He instantly had went back to working on the canvas with his charcoal pencil again. He didn't know what he was drawing, but he knew he had to let whatever his hand wanted out. Jade pursed her lips together and then she laid down on the bed with her head hanging off the side beside him. From there, she looked at him upside down. Her hands wrestled with the camera for a few moments as she did restlessly.

"Come on , Chris. Humor me. I bet it will make you feel like a better person if you do. Which means my Christopher Columbus will be happy again and not at all as grumpy as he is right now." she told him as she raised the camera to face him.

She took another picture of him. Before, he could even say something back to her. Then, she had pounced off the bed. She crumbled into his lap as she started kissing him feverishly. He'd dropped the charcoal pencil and started kissing her back as they both fell onto the ground haphazardly.

"Way to convince a guy." he told her as soon as she let him up for air. As he did, she brought the camera up to focus on both of them and snapped another shot of them together with a quick giggle.

"I learn from the best." she responded as she held onto him for a moment and the smell of apples invaded his senses as she did.