Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, if i did season 8 may have been blasted in to the abyss, and i'd probably make Phoebe wear more clothes.

A/N : Well here it is the 5th and final chapter. I know this story has been kind of short and i know i chicken out of relly explaining anything ... again. But enjoy.

Chapter the last:

Phoebe Halliwell stood in the Hampton's living room, and noticed a picture of the family on the wall. "Is that your daughter?" she asked pointing to the youngest girl in the photograph.

Mrs Hampton nodded, "Yes that's Lucy."

Moving towards the photo, Phoebe felt the girl looked strangely familiar. Running her hand along the picture she felt herself pulled into a premonition.

Grams I'm home and I've had the best day: I've got a date with… who are you?

A young Phoebe entered the lounge to see a group of strangers sitting talking with her grandmother.

"Who are you?"

"This is Chris, Wyatt, Mel and Lucy," said Grams quickly, "they're collecting for charity."

Wow Mom looks really young thought Mel

This is bad, thought Chris this is really bad

Chill, we'll fix it replied Wyatt, We always do

Except when we don't, and we have to call Dad commented Chris

For gods sake! You're 20 years old, we don't need dad to come and fix everything!

"You're cute," said the young Phoebe, although neither Chris nor Wyatt was sure who she was referring to, and both secretly hoped it was the other. Seizing this opportunity to escape Lucy spoke, "well thanks Ms Halliwell, but we should really be going now." Making for the exit, grams didn't have the opportunity to stop them, at least without raising suspicion with her granddaughter.

"Well that went well," sighed Chris sarcastically as the disappeared down the street.

"Yes," agreed Wyatt, "creating extra problems for ourselves was a good course of action."

"Why don't we just wipe grams' memory ourselves? If we word the spell right it can't go too wrong," asked Mel.

"Hmmm," agreed Wyatt, "I don't see that we have much choice, but I'll write it; we all know you're the potion maker."

Out of place and out of time

Are all those who read this rhyme

As their presence could cause harm

Erase memories of them with a swish of my arm

"And you're the spell writer in the family?" asked Chris incredulously, "Next time let me do it! That didn't even stick to a rhythm "

"At least we still have our eyebrows," commented Mel.

"True," smiled Chris, "Wy you're improving."

His brother glared.

"So maybe you could get us out of here?"

"I know where they are," said Phoebe glumly.

"Where?" snapped John?

"What?" asked Phoebe sharply as she'd realised what she'd said, "I um know where Wyatt and Mel are… I just remembered they went to clean out the store room of the club."

"Oh," sighed Mrs Hampton disappointed, "I thought… I thought…"

" I know and I'm sorry how I made it sound."

" Wait a minute," interrupted John, "So you came round here to tell your missing son that your other children, who you actually knew where they were, were missing?" He paused. "I don't believe you, something else is going on here: its like you knew Chris would be missing."

"Um," responded Phoebe

"Don't be ridiculous," argued Piper, "how could we possibly know that?"

Phoebe nodded in agreement, "I'm sorry we disturbed you especially at a time like this, but I wouldn't worry they're probably fine: Chris is very responsible… neurotic even."

Turning to leave neither Mr Hampton nor his wife could think of anything reasonable to say to stop them although as the door swung shut John was almost certain he heard the older sister ask: "so where are they then?" The door closed before he heard the others response.

"So where are they then?" Piper asked

"1992" replied the younger witch simply.

"Ugh," sighed Piper, "what is it with Chris and time travel? I mean if it was just the other two they could have been in the underworld or anywhere, but with Chris it's always a time travelling demon."

"That's not true," protested Phoebe only half seriously, "sometimes its an alternate dimension."

"I suppose you're right, but I just hate time travel."

"I know honey: it makes things so much more complicated."

He felt it as soon as it began to happen: a kind of wobbly feeling beginning in his feet.

"Wy?" he asked, "do you feel that?"

"You mean the jelly like feeling of being involuntarily sucked through space?" replied he's brother.

"Yup, that'd be it."

"No," smirked the older, "can't feel a thing."

"Ugh," sighed Lucy, "well I can and I …" and then she disappeared. A moment later so did the others.

Reappearing in the manor in front of a very stern looking Penny Halliwell, Chris cast Wyatt a very scathing look accompanied by a silent 'nice job with the spell there.'

"Somebody," said their Grams sternly, "tried to cast a memory removal spell on me!"

"How did you know?" stuttered Lucy

"So it was you?" asked Grams turning her attention to the youngest, " a very poor spell it was, though it may have been successful if I did not always carry protection against such things."

" I didn't…" continued the girl intimidated by the matriarchal Halliwell.

"It was Wyatt," said Chris accusingly.

You just can't miss an opportunity to get me in trouble can you?

"But," continued Chris confidently, "it doesn't really make much different who it was, unless you count the fact the rest of us could have written a spell without breaking the ballad structure…"

A sharp elbow to the ribs brought him back on target. "I mean we needed your memory wiped so that we can return to our own future and not some weird messed up one so we're kind of in this together. If you'd just help us we could be gone and never bug you again… well not until we're born and you're dead anyway."

Grams eyed them suspiciously again: "I'm still not convinced you're not demons."

"Well how can we convince you?" Asked Wyatt.

"Well," said his grams, "a full explanation of what happened before you came here and who you are would be a good start"

"That might take a while," said Chris, "are there any other options?"

"I could resort to the truth potion."

"Well Wy," thought Mel, "I think since you were responsible for that truly awful spell you should be the one to volunteer to spill your inner most secrets to the tune of 'Celebration.'"

"Er," muttered the eldest, "is there an option 3?"

His great grandmother just glared at him.

"Fine, I'll take the potion," grumbled Wyatt, "I hate being the oldest."

Piper Halliwell thundered into the manor attic, her tears changing to rage on the journey home, followed closely behind by her younger sister. Towering angrily over the book of shadows she was tempted to blow it up.

"Why," she growled, "is it so hard to have one normal day in this family: One day without demons or time travel or family members turning into wood nymphs?"

She paused and gestured dramatically with her hands, blowing up an old wicker waste basket in the process, "or mermaids, or arm chairs- god that was a long day- or accidentally banishing their French teacher to another realm because they're asked to read a passage from a novel that just happened to be written in rhyme!"

"Er…" began Phoebe searching for an explanation, or failing that, a way to calm down Piper and failing miserably.

Fortunately Paige chose this moment to orb in and announce, "Well they're not in the underworld."

"We know," sighed Phoebe sympathetically.

"Oh," Paige's face fell, "where are they then?"

"1992," said Piper, "and so will I be in a minute: as soon as I can find the spell I want!"

"You're going after them?"

"Yeah, and just me! We need you two to stay here in case it's a lure to get the book:"

The two younger charmed ones nodded numbly; it really was best just to agree with Piper in situations like this.

"Well," sighed Grams, "alright then. I'll go whip up the truth potion."

"No need grams," said a voice behind her irritably, " unless you want me to have to put up with their out of tune bawling for the next 24 hours."

Spinning round the older woman could barely contain the look of surprise on her face, "Piper? Is that you?"

"Yes grams, and please don't ask me to prove it! I've got a week's worth of shopping defrosting on the kitchen table and besides this spell only lasts 10 minutes."

The Halliwell matriarch was stunned, "and you know these people?"

"Unfortunately," sighed Piper, "you'd think," she said looking pointedly at her sons, "at 23 they could go one day without needing their mother to fix everything."

"Mo…" began Wyatt

"Don't even go there young man, I know what you were doing before you got sucked into the past. Just be glad your Aunt Phoebe's premonition powers are more reliable than they used to be."

"They're your children?" asked grams incredulously

"Just the boys, Mel's Phoebe's and the other one: she is an innocent. But like I said I can't stay long, just do me a favour and wipe your memories of this encounter when they're gone. And as for you lot! Get yourselves home now! We're having enough trouble explaining Lucy's disappearance to her parents as it is… you can get home can't you?"

"Yeah, I know a spell," said Wyatt, "I think."

The charmed one gave her grandmother a quick peck on the cheek and disappeared.

"Why didn't you just tell me you were her children?" snapped Mrs Halliwell.

"It's been tried and it doesn't work any better than this: remember mom's little visit to the 70's?" asked Chris

"Oh, but you're a cheeky one, I'll have to remember to have a word with you mother about that, in the future."

"No you won't," pointed out Lucy, "you aren't going to remember this."

"Plus, the last time you tried to give her parenting advice she blew you up," contributed Chris.

"Ok, you guys ready to go?" asked Wyatt, "I know a spell to get us out of here."

"I'm not sure that's such a good…" began Mel too late

Powers of the Halliwell line

Return us to our space and time

Reverse that which sent us here

Hear my message loud and clear.

"I couldn't find her anywhere?" said Teri desperately walking into her parents living room, "Chris either." Her parents were pacing the room, wondering when the police were going to arrive.

There was a loud bang and a cloud of smoke covered the room, just as a police car pulled up outside. Amidst much coughing, as the smoke began to clear Teri noticed with amazement her boyfriend, his brother and cousin and her sister had appeared in the room. Also, bizarrely, none of them seemed to have any eyebrows, only burnt skin where they should be.

"What the hell just happened?" snapped Teri's father.

"It was some kind of magic," said her mother shocked, "he said he was studying demonology."

The witches looked around dumbly at each other, and after several seconds of silence, Chris said the only thing that made any sense in the situation: "and that Lucy, is why you never ever let Wyatt write a spell."

Epilogue

Walking up to the door Darryl Morris saw a cloud of smoke appear in the room on the other side of the window and the Halliwell children step out of it. Sighing with the thought of '20 years and I still get all the weird cases,' he turned on his heel and walked off in the opposite direction, leaving Chris, Wyatt and Mel to solve their own problems, including a hysterical Mrs Hampton, her very nearly violent husband and, slightly later, the personal gain side effects of an eyebrow re-growth spell.