I had the idea for this story in my head for a while now, so I know how I want the story to go and what's going to happen. So I hope I don't offend anyone if I don't use their ideas.

Thanks to:

Melissa-p: yeah, I added Prue to the story so Chris could have at least one family member who he could really talk to. I'll try to update as fast as I can, thanks for reviewing!

Laura: Wow! Everyone seems to love Prue! As you'll soon read, Prue and Chris do share a close relationship where he can talk to her which I think is really sweet.

Zoned-out: This fic takes place in a future where Wyatt was never evil so Chris never went back in time. I'm glad you like my story; I'll try to update my story as soon as possible, but I think I'll have trouble doing it everyday (especially during the weekdays with school and all); but I promise to try and update as soon as possible. Chris's whole family is mean to forget his birthday, but later on in future chapters, they'll have their time to suffer the consequences.... Don't want to give away too much though... thanks for reviewing!

DrewFullerFan4Life: That's a really good idea, but like I wrote up at the top; I already know where I'm going to take this story and what's going to happen... sorry; but glad you like my story anyways

Queen of the Elven City: Like I told Zone-Out, this story takes place in a future where Wyatt was never evil in the first place so Chris never had to go back In time.... Basically, I'm making my own alternate future, haha... I'm glad you love it; it's great to know people like my story!

Shina: This chapter will fill you in on the relationship between Prue and Chris; yup, poor Chris.....but he's still got a LOT more to face in future chapters... don't want to give anything away though. Thanks for the review!

May-j: You'll just have to keep reading to find out what the surprise is... but she may not be the only one with surprises... okay, I'm gonna stop right there before I give away too much. I'll try to update as soon as possible.

Calen: Yup, he is eighteen now and pretty much free... you'll see where that takes him; thanks for the review!

Issi: thanks, glad u like!

Sickle Sword: If you don't like reading about Chris getting hurt, I suggest you stop here because he's got a LOT more to face in future chapters... but I hope u do continue reading because good stuff happen too!!! Dunt worry, I'm not mean enough to only cause him pain.... so keep reading and I'll keep writing!!

TimFitz21: That's a good suggestion... Chris does have a lot of built up emotions with his family that he will need to release.... You'll find out how he releases it in a future chapter, so keep reading; glad u like!

Chapter 4

Giving her nephew one last tight squeeze, the two released from their warm embrace as Prue caressed her nephew's cheek with a tender hand.

Stepping back and giving her nephew a glance over with her arms crossed, she smiled as she exclaimed, "Wow, you've grown so much since the last time I saw you. I can't believe you're getting so big!"

Grinning back at his aunt, Chris shrugged his shoulders as he replied, "Well it has been a few months, Aunt Prue... what did you expect?"

"It has been a while, hasn't it? Gosh I missed you so much," she told him affectionately as she lightly rubbed his arms, "But I've been watching over you, every chance I got."

Nodding his head knowingly he looked into her warm green eyes and felt comforted knowing she was with him.

"So birthday boy, the big eighteen! How was the day so far? Ohhh, I can't believe your eighteen already! You make me feel so old! Come sit down with me so you can tell me everything, and don't leave out any details!" Prue excitedly dragged her nephew across the room by his elbow and nudged him to sit down on the rugged couch before plopping down next to him. "So how was your day so far?" she repeated eagerly as she excitedly waited for his answer.

"Umm.... It was good..." Chris mumbled as he ducked his head down and avoided his Aunt's excited eyes. His stomach did a flip as he sat there fidgeting under her watch.

"It was good? Come on Chris! Anxious Aunt here and I want details! What did you get? Let me guess- Something big, shiny, with wheels and an engine? Am I right? I remember Wyatt getting his first car on his eighteenth birthday too. So did you get a car?"

Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Chris didn't know how to answer her question. 'What am I going to say? I don't want her to know they forgot.... think, think, think...'

Still not looking up, he hesitantly replied, "umm.... not exactly......"

Frowning, Prue closely studied her nephew and noticed him fidgeting and refusing to look at her face. His slumped posture told her immediately that something wasn't right. Gently lifting his chin up with her hand and gazing into his face she asked with a concerned voice, "Sweetie, what's wrong? What happened?"

He could never hide anything from her; and truthfully, he never wanted to.

The first time she had ever tried to contact him was 6 years ago when he had come up to the attic in search of some comfort from the book after his mom and Aunt Phoebe had yelled at him. Watching over her young nephew, Prue had noticed the distress he grew up in and the depression that constantly loomed inside him. Wanting to be there for him and comfort him, she had guided him to find the summoning spell and came to her nephew's aid. After discovering her true identity, Chris had immediately bonded to his Aunt and constantly sought comfort from her. Knowing what Chris had been through growing up, Prue wanted to be there for him as an Aunt and let him know, despite what he thought, that he was never alone.

She didn't need for him to say anything; his expression told her everything. With a growing sense of pity and sadness for her nephew, Prue quickly enveloped him with a tight hug as she murmured words of comfort into his ear. Feeling Chris lean into the embrace only made her hold on tighter, "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry sweetie. Shhh.... I'm here for you... I'll always be here for you....It'll be okay."

After a few moments, Prue finally released him from the embrace but still had her arm on his back, rubbing small comforting circles.

"I didn't tell them so how were the supposed to remember, right? I'm just being stupid right now.... It's no big deal," he finally said as he relaxed under his Aunt's touch.

"Chris, don't say that. There is no way this is your fault. You have a right to be upset- hell, I'm upset! I can't believe they forgot! Oh, if only I could yell at them and knock some sense into their heads! I mean, it's not even any birthday, it's your eighteenth! Gosh! Sometimes I can't believe how stupid and unthoughtful my own sisters can be, not to mention Leo!" Prue ranted as she flailed her arms for extra emphasis.

Chris had to smile as he watched his Aunt continue her rampage. She always knew how to comfort him even though she didn't know she was doing it.

Finally calming down a little, she turned to see her nephew smiling at her. "What's so funny?"

"Do you realize you say that every time you come down here?" he asked her with a grin.

Laughing too, she replied, "Well, it's cause I mean it! I mean I love my sisters and Leo, but seeing the way they treat you....sometimes I just want to confront them and yell at them for hours and hours! If it wasn't for the stupid elders, I would! No one treats my nephew like that and gets away with it, even if they are my sisters and my brother in law."

Ducking his head down with a grin, Chris glanced up at his aunt through his dark brown hair, "Thanks, Aunt Prue."

Ruffling his hair she replied, "Any thing for you, Chris."

After a moment of comfortable silence had passed between them, Prue suddenly jumped and exclaimed, "Oh! I almost forgot! I brought you something!" Reaching down into one of her deep pockets, her hand protruded with a small black box in it.

Giving her a curious look, Chris reached out and accepted the tiny box before opening it. His eyes widened as he stared at the object in the box. "Aunt Prue, how did you-"

She cut him off as she answered, "Don't ask.... It took a little persuading and asking around."

Shaking his head and closing the box, he tried to push it back into her hands, "I can't accept this, it's too much."

Prue gently pushed the box back into Chris's hands and held onto them as she looked him directly in the eye, "Chris, I want to give this to you. You deserve this. I've been wanting to give it to you for a while but decided to wait until you turned eighteen. So take it, please?"

Nodding his head, he put the tiny black box into his pocket and he flashed his Aunt a loving smile, "Thanks, Aunt Prue."

"No problem, what are Aunts for if they can't spoil their nephew? So, how are Bianca and the baby? She's what, four or five months along now?"

"Four months, and they're both doing fine. Well, Bianca's been getting the occasional morning sickness and weird cravings, but that's all normal during pregnancy. We decided not to find out what the baby is yet; Bianca wants it to be a surprise," Chris informed her.

"Awww... how sweet! I wish I could be there when the baby is born... these are the times when I hate being dead." Prue sighed as she thought of her nephew holding his new-born baby in a few months.

Abruptly, she felt a familiar tug inside her body as she looked up at the ceiling with an annoyed expression written on her face, "Can't an Aunt spend a few more minutes with her nephew?!" This time, a more urgent tug pulled at her body, "Okay, okay I'm coming! Geez..." Turning to her nephew, she gave him a sad smile, "I guess my time is up."

Nodding his head with a look of disappointment across his face he answered her, "I understand."

Standing up, Prue reached over and gave her nephew another hug and whispered into his ear, "I'll be watching over you, so don't ever feel alone, okay?"

Releasing from their embrace, Chris nodded and gave her a weak smile, "Okay. Bye, Aunt Prue."

"Bye, Chris." With that said Prue stepped back into the circle of candles and became transparent once again. Before leaving, Prue glanced at Chris's pocket and smiled, "Good luck with that." Then in a dazzling display of white and gold lights, she disappeared.

Sighing, Chris bent over and blew the candles out before picking them up and returning them to the cabinet where they belonged.

Glancing down at his watch, he noticed the time that had passed and decided it would be best to start on dinner before his family returned.

Striding across the room, he took one last glance around the room and smiled; leaving the room happier than when he had entered.

After bounding down the stairs, he entered the deserted kitchen and immediately headed for the refrigerator. Opening the white door, he was met with a burst of cold wind as he searched the contents until he found what he was looking for and pulled out the roast. Crossing over to the oven, he preheated the oven and stuck the roast in before setting the timer. With nothing else to do but wait until his family arrived, he took a seat at the kitchen table and pulled out the tiny black box. Opening it, he stared at the object for a few moments with a wide grin across his face.

He must of dazed off because he was suddenly thrust back into reality with the sound of the front door opening and voices echoing throughout the manor. Quickly shutting the box with a snap and shoving it roughly into his pocket once again. He stood up and began to walk to the front door to greet his family.

He gave a quick glance at the ceiling,

'Here we go again...right Aunt Prue?'

TBC....

This chapter was the hardest for me to write so far (I got writer's block).. I don't think it turned out that great...sorry about that; tell me what you guys think.... I'll try to make the next one better.