Disclaimer: I can't own Charmed, I'm not good at writing.

Saturday

The door bell rang, and Chris walked to get it. Checking that his hair, and thin blue stripped white shirt was just right, he opened the door. "Hey Phaith," Chris said, opening the door a little wider to let her come inside. She was stunning as always with tight fitting black pants, and a red bare shouldered blouse.

"Hey Chris," Phaith said, kissing him lightly on the cheek, leaving behind rich textured red lipstick, as he did the same. "Are you sure you're family's not rich?" she said, looking around at the old architecture of the house.

"It's a part of the heritage of my family. This house has sheltered almost ten generations of Halliwells, not including my generation," Chris said, noticing the lipstick and wiping it off before anyone noticed.

"Phaith, I presume," Phoebe said, standing between the kitchen and living room, a glass of water in her hand.

"Yes ma'am," Phaith said, extending her hand in a handshake, to which she received a firm hand.

"A good firm handshake," Phoebe said. "I like that."

"I was brought up with a firm hand, and set discipline," Phaith said. "My father was a military man, and that's how he ran the house. I hated it at first, but I grew to like it."

"It shows," Phoebe said. "Now I've got to go Chris. Wyatt's upstairs taking a shower to get rid of that funk from football practice. Piper will be home shortly, so don't be doing anything stupid. Alright?" Phoebe asked, giving her nephew a quick hug, and collecting her purse and keys.

"Yep Aunt Phoebe," Chris said. "We should be fine without adult supervision."

"You'd better be," she teased, closing the door behind her.

"So, are you ready?" Phaith said, sitting down on the couch and crossing her legs.

"For what?" Chris asked, sitting down next to her.

"For this," she said, leaning in to kiss him on the lips. Shocked and excited, Chris pulled her closer and energized the kiss.

Piper cleared her throat, standing with the door still open from when she had entered. "I didn't realize you were into anatomy Chris," she teased. "Would you help me with the groceries?" she asked. "You must be Phaith," she said. She sat down and watched Chris go out to the car and get the few bags of light groceries. But Piper also noticed Phaith's gaze travel up and down Chris when he walked into the kitchen.

"So what's up mom?" Chris asked. "Why are you home earlier than usual?"

"I needed to pick up a few things and do dinner early tonight. But, I'm stressed out because I can't find a single band that's in town to perform at P3," Piper said. She went into the kitchen just as Wyatt come downstairs. His hair was still wet from his shower, and his usual white shirt sat on the kitchen table, leaving his muscular chest open to the cooler air inside the house.

"Hey Phaith," Wyatt said, leaning back on one of his hips as though ready for a photo shoot.

"Hello Wyatt," Phaith said, showing interest in his manly physique. "Oh no. You two are brothers aren't you?" Phaith said, a smile growing bigger on her face.

"Yes, Chris is my pussy little idiot brother," Wyatt said, heading toward the kitchen.

Before Chris could say anything Piper came out of the kitchen with his shirt. "Put this on before you get sick," she said as she threw Wyatt's shirt as his head.

"Thanks mom," Wyatt said, slipping into his tight muscle shirt.

"No problem baby," she said.

Phaith broke her stare on Wyatt as Chris came back into the living room, and turned to Piper. "I know it's none of my business, but what was that about P3?" she asked.

"I said that I couldn't find anyone to perform at P3 tonight," Piper said.

"Do you work there?" Phaith asked.

"I own it," Piper said, a little pride showing in her voice.

"Really?" Phaith asked. "How cool is that? That's one of my favorite clubs in town. I would die to perform there."

"You perform?" Piper asked, her attention more concentrated now on Phaith, than on the evil looks that Wyatt and Chris were giving each other. "What songs do you know?"

"I mostly know rock songs," Phaith said. "'Because the Night', 'Paint It Black', and some other ones like that."

"Would you consider doing a favor and performing tonight?" Piper asked. "I'm sure the boys would love to hear you perform at P3," she said turning her attention back to her sons, still challenging each the other to blink.

Chris was the first one to snap out of his daze. "Yeah," he said, turning to look at Phaith, "That would be great. And that would solve the problem of where to go tonight."

"I've got to do some homework tonight," Wyatt said, disappointment in his voice. "Maybe some other time."

Piper, Phaith, and Chris left to go talk to the house band and see what songs they could perform tonight. But Wyatt went upstairs, changed into his leather clothes he wore for fighting demons, and orbed out of the manor.

A/N: Let me know of any problems y'all find. I don't want to look stupid.