Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews! They actually do motivate me a lot to write more haha. Okay… so I am ashamed to admit that I've been basically winging this story. I wasn't planning on really doing much with it, but I thought, hey why not, this could be interesting. If it seems jerky at parts, you'll know why, but after a while I'll be going back and smoothing everything out. Enjoy installment number two! Yay…

Disclaimer: I don't own anything CHARMED related. I wish I did though, cause that'd be pretty cool. Well… maybe not own them… but I just wish that these characters were actually real and that you know all that magic stuff was real and it'd be cool, and none of this is relevant to owning Charmed, so I'll just stop now.

I'm fond of rambling.

Yea…

Darn.

Oh yea, there may be a bit of language in here, but it shouldn't be anything you guys can't handle.

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Recurring

Chris slowly lowered his hands from his eyes as he realized that two teenage boys, not a great deal younger than he was, had suddenly stepped into their apartment. He looked the both of them up and down, quickly scanning their faces and features. They both resembled one another in a way and both seemed quite a bit familiar to him. Chris's eyes widened as speculation and realization dawned on him.

"Oh lord."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the taller "guest" raised his hand. Before he knew what was happening, Chris felt a sickening blast hit his chest, sending him flying backwards over the kitchen table and towards his older brother.

"Chris!" Wyatt yelled, shooting his left arm out to catch Chris before he could crash into the counter. He grabbed him by the back of his shirt, pulling him towards himself. Chris groaned as he struggled to regain his balance and leaned wearily against Wyatt's shoulder, suddenly out of breath.

"Rainy! What the hell are you doing?"

"I was just wavin' hello, not trying to-"

"Blow your uncle up! Cause, yea that's exactly what you-"

"JEEZ! I'm sorry Michael. I was just excited to see them…"

"You know you just developed that power a few weeks ago! You shouldn't be getting too excited about anything!"

Chris and Wyatt stared in wonderment and confusion at the two bickering teens. The two younger boys seemed to notice this and both turned to face them, crooked smiles plastered across their faces.

"What the-" Wyatt began to mutter, but was soon cut off by the boy standing on the right.

"Please don't say hell. I get that enough from this guy without having to have my dad join in on it," he grumbled, glaring at the other kid.

"Where'd you guys com-" Chris began to ask but was quickly interrupted by his brother.

"Whoa… whoa… wait a second. Did you just say... dad?" Wyatt said, his eyes filled with disbelief as he turned to look at Chris. The one on the left took a step forward, shaking his head but grinning from ear to ear.

"Sorry, about that, we never formally introduced ourselves." He grabbed his friend, pulling him forwards to where he now stood. "My name is Michael, or Mikey, Halliwell and this is my brother Ranoldo. Pleased to meet you, dad." Mikey grabbed Wyatt's hand and shook it furiously, his face all smiles. "You should be happy to know that you still look as good as you do in the future." Wyatt was a bit taken aback at this and continued shaking hands with his… son?

Rainy was alternating between looking up at them and at the floor, his face not quite as happy his brothers. He looked up at Chris and managed to grin sheepishly.

"Hey, Uncle Chris... Sorry about accidentally blasting you earlier." Rainy quickly looked back down at his shoes, twiddling his thumbs behind his back. As shocked as he was at the awkwardness of the situation, Chris couldn't help but smile, moving off of Wyatt's protective shoulder and pulling a chair out from under the table. He sat down, propped his elbows up on his knees, and placed his chin in his hands. He looked back and forth between his two "nephews" trying to make sense of the situation.

"So you guys are Wyatt's kids, huh," Chris asked, a curious glint in his eyes. He had completely recovered from the earlier "accident" and had seemed to push his other morning worries to the back of his mind in the face of this peculiar event.

"Yup," the two brothers answered simultaneously. Wyatt looked skeptically from the boys, to his own brother, and back to the boys. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words formed. He closed his eyes and tried again.

"So… so… you guys are from the future then?" He asked, realizing the obviousness of his question before completing it.

"Yea! Unless you thought that you could possibly have two teenage kids at your age already," Mikey snickered, still quite bubbly from the excitement. Rainy seemed to have recovered a bit from his previous embarrassment as he nodded happily along with his brother. Wyatt was having trouble processing all of this. In fact, he couldn't even bring himself to think too hard about it since all he had had his mind on that morning was his job interview. His job interview…

Shit, he thought to himself as he glanced up at the clock, hanging on the wall next to the fridge. It read 9:15. It was strange how time seemed to have gone by so fast when really not much had happened. Well, not much was probably a bit of an understatement. He sighed and pulled the other chair out alongside Chris, sitting down and rubbing his eyes. He wasn't going to be making his interview at this point.

"I don't think I can deal with this right now…" he muttered under his breath, glancing over at his brother. Chris seemed intrigued by the situation, however. Time travel was always a big thing with him.

Oh well, at least he seems to have found something new to occupy his so-called purposeless life, Wyatt thought to himself, oblivious to the fact that his "sons" were already talking again.

"Well, you see it was actually an-"

"-accident, kind of like Rainy-"

"HEY!"

"-that we ended up here, since we were actually aiming for a bit further back, but-"

"-this genius over here accidentally sneezed as we were saying the last two lines of the spell, and so-"

"Hey! If you hadn't knocked over all that powdered toadstool then I wouldn't have-"

"Anyway, long story short, we ended up a bit closer than we had intended-"

"From the looks of it, we were nearly there…"

"But that's okay! Cause I was hoping we'd get to see just you guys in the past anyway, especially Uncle Chris since he had—Ouch!" Rainy rubbed his arms, wincing at the pain Mikey had induced by slapping him hard. Wyatt looked over at Chris. It was obvious that he had been pretty amused with the argument while Wyatt struggled to keep up, though still two steps behind. However, Chris's look of amusement was now slowly changing into a look of confusion. Wyatt hadn't been quick enough to catch what was going on.

"Since what?" Chris asked, slowly, his voice slightly quivering with fear. He had grown up with aunts that always accidentally almost let things slip and could tell that Mikey was trying to keep his brother from saying something potentially important.

"Since… since… well…" Mikey began, suddenly out of character, fidgeting and looking down at his shoes, imitating Rainy's earlier motions. Wyatt, too wrapped up in his own questions, came to his sons' rescue without realizing it.

"Wait, so if I'm the father of two kids, then that must mean that there's, or there will be, a mother, right?"

Mikey, relieved at the outlet, looked over at his brother with a look that clearly read no shit, Sherlock. Rainy stifled a chuckle as Mike turned back to his father.

"That is correct, sir. However, before you go on," he continued speaking with mock formality, "I must inform you that any questions about the fair maiden that is, in fact, our mother, cannot be answered by us." Wyatt looked up, wondering how his kid had seemed to acquire Chris's quality of being slightly sarcastic and annoying at times.

Chris seemed to let his previous question go for the moment. He'd have to ask them about that later, though.

"What? How come? You guys have basically divulged everything about yourselves to us already."

"Ah," Rainy spoke out, "but you are wrong, my dear father. We've only told you about how we got here and who we are. If we had 'divulged everything' about ourselves, as you so put it, then we would have told you how I'm 16 years old-"

"-and I'm 16."

"We're basically twins."

"We are twins…"

"My favorite color is green,"

"Mine's blue," Mikey added.

"Peanuts give me hives," Rainy continued.

"But he eats them anyway, since he loves peanut butter and jelly sandwiches,"

"Almost as much as Mikey likes pineapples though…"

"Mmm… pineapples, they're quite tasty, don't you think?"

"Uh," Chris was having trouble keeping up. Wyatt went back to shaking his head incredulously, beating himself up for starting the discussion.

"I also like long walks on the beach-"

"But I mean, who doesn't?"

"I just love strolling under the setting sun…"

"Especially with his favorite brother, since there's really nothing he can do without me." Mikey stated, turning to face his brother.

"Of course… You know I couldn't live without you…

"Really…?"

"You're my best friend!"

"Oh Rainy!"

"Mikey!"

"I love you!" The two brothers threw themselves into a long embrace, sobbing heavily into each other's arms. This was one of their silly antics that they always jumped into every time their fast talking mouths got started. They knew how it helped to get their onlookers minds off of things that they really didn't want to talk about, though.

Wyatt sat with his head in his hands. How did I ever get myself into raising these crazy kids, twins even, in the future?

Chris grinned over at his agonizing brother. As strange as it seemed, the two kids reminded him clearly of how he and Wyatt used to be a few years back right before… then. It was unmistakable how much they had changed in such a short amount of time from fun loving teenagers into self-sustaining adults. At this moment, Chris could only laugh at his older sibling. Wyatt groaned and looked up at the pair of boys, smirking with their arms across each other's shoulders.

"In other words," the two of them started, "future consequences." Their young father shook his head. Of course.

"So tell me again why you guys attempted to travel back in time?" Wyatt asked, hoping for a serious answer this time. If he had just known the response he was about to receive, he would have thought twice about asking the question. Rainy and his brother looked at each other, not thinking too much about what they were about to say.

"We were just looking for our grandparents."

The grin on Chris's faced disappeared in a second.

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Oh wow… so that was not one of my better works. Haha I hope I didn't disappointed anyone! I was trying something out while hopefully progressing through the story. As of now, I'm not sure where this is going, though there's a slight idea in my mind. Ah… well please review anyways! Haters can hate and lovers can love all they want! I like to read every kind of response. Any suggestions or criticism is welcome! You see… if I don't have enough motivation (in other words reviews) I might not be able to bring myself to write more… Thanks guys!

-J