In Love, Actually

by RLN123

FutureFic.Focuses mainly on Chris and Wyatt. The Halliwells are busy with weddings, babies and protecting the book from a new threat and dating has become complicated for the teenage Halliwells. Little do they know that they are being watched...

2. Summer

In Love, Actually

A/N: Hey, sorry I know it's been a while but it has just been a mixture of endless computer problems, writers block, some rather important exams and me (although very temporarily) actually getting a life. The only reason this is up is a severe case of procrastination from revision.

I no longer have Microsoft Word and the programme that I am using doesn't have spell check and seeing as I can neither type or spell this is probably going to be a mess. Sorry. Any major errors please let me know and I'll try to sort it out. I went through this like so many times but I'm sure there will still be some mistakes.

Also this isn't that long but I just need to ease myself back into this whole 'updating' thing slowly. Plus not much happens in it, sorry . . . again. (looks down at feet, ashamed)

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Chapter 2: Summer

Patricia Halliwell entered the manor early one summer afternoon. She had been round at a friend's house but had left early when her friend felt sick. "Mom, I'm home!" she yelled as she closed the door behind her, she could hear some of Piper's music coming from upstairs. She stopped in her place, something was wrong, she could feel it in the air. Wait, no she could smell it. The panic swept through her as she recognised the distinct smell of disinfectant and she marched towards a few boxes that were lying at the foot of the stairs marked 'Charity Shop.' She plunged into the box, rumaging around with gasps of horror.

She quickly orbed out and straight to Magic School. "Hey Trish," said Chris looking up from one of his books.

"Help! I need reinforcements!" she yelled, panic stricken.

At once Chris was on his feet, ready for action. "What is it? Demons?"

"Worse," said Patricia, shaking her head, almost in disbelief that it was this time of year once again. "Mom's doing summer clearout!"

"What!" exclaimed Chris in panic. "No, surely it can't be . . ."

"Well it is, now hurry up!" said Patricia, tugging his arm earnestly.

"Shouldn't we warn Aunt Paige?"

"We don't have time, our precious junk is on the line!" she said, the hysteria growing in her voice before she orbed out and Chris quickly followed.

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Piper stopped what she was doing when she heard bags being torn open and outraged screams coming from the attic. "Oh brother," she mumbled to herself as she headed up to the attic, prepared for a fight. "Stop what your doing!" she said as she practically slided into the room. "Do you have any idea how long it took me to organise these?"

"Oh I'm so sorry we are interrupting you as you throw away our memories," said Chris, who was busy removing several items from the formerly perfectly organised and labeled boxes.

"Mooney!" exclaimed Patricia as she produced a moth-eaten teddy bear from a box and lovingly attended to its wounds. "I can't believe you were going to throw this away! Why would you do this to me? Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" she demanded.

"Well seeing as it has been at the bottom of your wardrobe for the past seven years, I'm going to have to go with yes, yes I did," said Piper.

"It was so not seven years!" said Patricia. Piper raised an eyebrow at her daughter. "Fine, but six and a half tops," she insisted. "The point is I love him and am NEVER giving him away," she said, kissing the teddy's forehead before giving her mother a meaningful glare.

"Hey! This is my favourite shirt!" he said pulling out a top from the box at his feet.

"Chris you haven't worn that it years!" reasoned Piper.

"Only because I grew out of it," he said rationally, as he held it close to him, fondly, before tying it around his waist.

"You see this is what I am talking about," said Piper, growing increasingly frustrated. "You guys don't need this stuff! You haven't even looked at it in years! I just thought it would be better off going to some unfortunate kids who could find a use for it."

"Don't try to guilt trip us," said Patricia. "We are so beyond that."

"Plus we need the extra room with the new baby on the way and everything," said Piper. "There are only so many anti-claustraphobic spells we can cast before we evoke personal gain."

"Where is Pheebs?" asked Chris. "I doubt she's approve of this," he said, going over to another bag to tear it open.

"Chris . . ." pleaded Piper.

"Paige!" called Chris in horror as the contents of the bag spilled out on to the attic floor. "What is it?" came Paige's voice out of the soft white and blue lights that appeared in the attic. Chris could only point to the destruction in front of him, and Piper winced as her sister took a sharp inhale of breath, shock and and horror evident. "My Metallica cds!" she yelled, running over to them and scooping them up in her arms, holding them close to her. "Just what the hell do you think you are playing at?" she asked Piper angrily.

"Giving your stuff away to charity," said Piper with a defeated sigh.

"Why? Aren't poor people bitter and angry enough without listening to metal music?"

"If they make you angry why do you listen to them when you fight demons every day?"

"Cause they rock!" proclaimed Paige. "I can't believe you would do this! How many times Piper, we are not throwing out our stuff. We like our junk, it makes us feel all warm and safe inside. You did the right thing calling me," she told Chris. "Now just what else of mine were you trying ship off?" she asked opening the box. She frowned, confused. It was full of notebooks. Lifting one out, she began flicking through it before she started laughing.

"Oh, I need to sit down," she said as she continued whooping with laughter. "You guys so need to see this," she said, offering the tattered notebook to Chris as she sat back trying to ease the pain in her stomach caused by her insistent laughing, as she wiped the tears from her eyes. Patricia walked over to Chris as he opened the notebook and read it with him. Like Paige before them, they both began laughing uncontrollably. "This may be the happiest moment of my life," said Chris, who was shaking with laughter. "Ah at least top three anyway," said Patricia who was in a similar state. "Oh God and look, there are more," she said pointing to the box full of them.

"No!" said Chris sitting down beside Paige. "I don't think I could take it!"

"Give me that," said Piper, taking the notebook off Chris. "You cannot tell Wyatt I let you find these."

"Are you kidding me?" said Chris. "This is too sweet to keep to myself!"

"I mean it Chris!" warned Piper. "He was embarassed enough when I found them a couple of years back! He doesn't even write them anymore, I think, and he made me swear I wouldn't tell." She sighed, seeing she wasn't getting through to them. "I'll tell you what, I'll make you a deal. You three don't say anything to Wyatt or anyone else for that matter and I'll let you keep one box worth of stuff each."

"Three," said Patricia.

Piper considered this for a moment, "Two," she said. "Final offer."

Chris, Patricia, and Paige started mumbling to each other animatedly. Finally the whispering stopped and Paige got up and walked over to her sister, her hand extended out, "Deal," she said shaking her hand. "Now if you'll excuse us we have some picking and choosing to do," she said picking up an empty box to fill with the junk she wanted to keep. "Oh but Piper? You ever touch any of my metal cds again and I'll orb you somewhere even Leo won't find you."

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"Hey Pheebs, how'd the doctors appointment go?" asked Piper as her sister and Jason walked through the door.

"Great! She says everything is as it should be, I'm fourteen weeks along, my due date is January the 19th, and . . ." said Phoebe, pausing for emphasis as Jason put his arm around her tightly. "We're having a girl!" she said excitedly.

"Phoebe, honey, we already knew that," said Piper.

"We thought Wyatt was a girl," said Phoebe, frowning that Piper wasn't more excited about her news.

"Yeah but that was the only gender surprise this family has ever had," said Piper. "I mean Chris came and told us he was a boy and Trish, well that was a little unexpected to be fair, I did think another boy was on the cards. But the point is it's only my freaky genes that result in boys!"

"FIne, fine," said Phoebe. "But still, you could have been just an ickle bit excited," she said pouting.

"Oh sweetie of course I'm excited!" said Piper, hugging her sister. "You're having a baby, that's very exciting!"

"It is, isn't it?" she said inanely grinning.

"Of course it is," said Jason, kissing her on the top of the head. "I've gotta go into the office, I have a meeting in an hour. I'll see you for dinner?"

"Ok," said Phoebe contently, sitting down on the sofa, admiring her slightly protruding belly. "Where is everyone? The house is quiet, it's strange. I like it!"

She had barely finished speaking when two demons shimmered into the room. She let out a yell as she lept onto her feet and levitated into the air to avoid a fireball. "You couldn't keep your big yap shut, could you?" said Piper as she swiftly blew up the two demons. "Sorry," said Phoebe, apologetically as she returned to the ground. "Ugh these attacks are getting worse! What is going on? That is like the third one this week! And it's only Tuesday!"

"I know, we should probably check that the book is ok," said Piper, frowning in worry. "That seems to be the main target recently. I think we should set up the crystals around it."

"Good idea," said Phoebe, following her sister to the attic. "What's really confusing me is that it's not the one group of demons. Usually when someone is coming after the book it is a particular clan who think they will try their luck and take us on but each attack is from a different set of demons."

"Coincidence?" asked Piper hopefully.

"I don't see how," said Phoebe. "What are the chances that fifty or so different types of demons all decided to come after the Book of Shadows at the same time?"

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"This is getting beyond pathetic!" growled Kuran Hirn, ruler of the Filarka demons as he paced back and forth in front of a line of his soldiers. "More and more clans are making their attempt on the Halliwell Book of Shadows and we are yet to come up with a plan! We are falling behind! Eventually some other demons are going to get the book and we'll still be here, waiting on a decent suggestion!"

"In all respect, sir, from what I hear no other demon has got anywhere near succeeding," said one.

"It's only a matter of time," Kuran assured them through gritted teeth.

"Well I don't hear you coming up with any plans," muttered one Filarkan. With a point of his finger, Kuran sent the demon on fire, and he promptly became a pile of dust. "Clean that up, won't you?"

Just then five Brunghad demons flamed in to the cave. "Hold your fire!" the leader cried out as the Filarkan's hands were alite with fireballs floating above their palms.

"Why, exactly?" asked Kuran.

"We want the book as much as every other demon in the underworld at the moment but like you we're deicded to bide our time. We recognise your clan as one of the stronger ones."

"So?"

"I wish to propose a partnership."

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"Call me crazy but that one sorta looks like a lampost wearing a fez."

"Ok crazy," said Wyatt with a grin.

"Oh so sorry Mr. 'That cloud looks like a smull cluster of blackberries in a conical flask,'" retorted Tom moodily, before coughing the word 'geek.' "Oh for the days we were able to lie out in the sun in peace, making fun of you, actually. Just the four of us," he said meaningfully, but his eyes dancing with mischief.

"Boys, boys, play nice," said Katie lazily, sprawled out on the grass.

Her, Wyatt, Chris, Tom and Benji had been lying in the park for the past couple of hours, cloud gazing, taking photos of various stupid faces they were pulling and participating in idle chat.

"I always play nice," said Chris. "Except when partaking in any type of game that results in a winner. Then it's war."

"Oh in that case," said Katie, getting into a kneeling position, and producing an open bottle of water, "It's war," as she threw water over an unsuspecting Chris. She got up and began running away, laughing at the sight of water dripping down Chris' nose as he got up and chased after her, armed with a much larger bottle."There they go again," said Tom, clearly amused while Benji took photographs with Katie's camera as Chris tackled her to the ground and pinned her down. Ignoring her screams of protest he opened the bottle and emptied the entire container over her.

"They do seem to do this a lot, don't they?" said Wyatt, equally amused.

"Always have," said Benji, still snapping away. "Not that we're much more mature mind you. But those two are so much worse."

"Yeah I can just imagine them when they are like ninety chasing each other around the nursing home with their canes, and throwing their prune juice over each other," said Tom, half laughing.

"You little shit," said Katie as she sat up, soaking wet. "Well you were the one who delcared war," he said, grinning as he offered her a hand up.

"No I'm too wet to walk!" she insisted in a whiny tone.

Chris laughed, "Well in that case, madame, hop aboard the Halliwell Express," he said offering her a piggy-back ride. She giggled as she clambered onto his back, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms tightly around his neck. "Thank you monsieur, awfully kind of you!"

"Ugh you are soaking my back," complained Chris as he carried her over to the others. "Serves you right," she said as she climbed off and stuck out her tounge at him before they both collapsed to the ground.

"Well I'd say that round went to Christabella," said Benji.

Chris suddenly sat up, sure that his ears had been disceiving him, but one look at his brother, who was red in the face from trying not to laugh told him otherwise. "I can't believe you told them," he said, shaking his head in shock.

"It slipped out," said Wyatt, as innocently as he could muster.

"Childhood nicknames from kindergarten don't just 'slip out,'" he said angrily. "The fact that there are several notebooks in the house filled with poerty, all Wyatt Halliwell originals, however, simply rolls of one's tounge without any pre-meditation."

Katie, Tom and Benji, all sat in shock as Wyatt went as pale as a ghost and they began laughing as they thought about this revelation. "How'd you find out?" asked Wyatt, quietly."Not that it's true or anything," he said defensively to the laughing figures rolling about on the ground. "Mum had them in a box in the attack,"said Chris. "Oh glorious day, I look upon thee, with all the warmth of a hot summer noon!" he began in a mock arrogant voice as his brother made a dive for him. "I'm going to hurt you for this!" he yelled as he ran after Chris, who was still reciting. "The wind rustles the leaves like a mother, gently carressing her baby's soft, delicate cheek!"

"It's funny cause you have to kiss him!" said Tom between laughs, earning himself a dig in the ribs from Katie.

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"I had fun today," said Katie, as her and Wyatt walked hand in hand to her house.

"Huh!" said Wyatt. "I'm sure you did, and at my expense!"

"Perhaps," said Katie, smiling. "Serves you right for unearthing one of Chris' embarassing secerets. So tell me, W.M. Halliwell, how come you haven't wrote any love poems for me?" she asked, enjoying watching him wince.

"I don't write poetry anymore. It was just something I did when I was fourteen after Mrs. Millar told me I was the best English student she'd seen in years and I got a little full of myself and decided I was going to become a famous poet."

"You still are full of yourself," Katie informed him.

"Yeah but in an adorable way," said Wyatt, flashing her his puppy dog eyes. She laughed and leaned in closer to him as they walked along, "Well I can't deny that, it must be a genetic trait or something."

"Probably."

"I'm going to miss us when you go off to college in September," said Katie, snugggling into him.

"You don't have to," said Wyatt.

"I know, I know," she said. "We'll have holidays and the occasional weekend but you can't deny that it won't be the same."

"It could be," said Wyatt.

"How?"

"I could stay at home and go to a San Franciscan College."

"What?" exclaimed Katie, pulling out of the embrace and stopping in her place, dropping his hand.

"I could go to GGU, they do the course that I want and I wouldn't have to move away."

"But ever since we started dating it has been 'USC this' and 'USC that!' You said that you really wanted to go to college in LA!" said Katie.

"Why are you so mad? I thought you'd be happy that I wanted to stay for you!" said Wyatt, confused.

"That's exactly why I'm mad!" said Katie frustrated. "You have nothing else keeping you here! If it wasn't for me you wouldn't even be considering staying in San Francisco! GGU wasn't even on your radar!"

"People change their mind all the time!" argued Wyatt.

"Not about their dream college they don't! And even if they do, they sure as hell don't do it over a sixteen year old sarcastic, cynical girl! I don't want you to compromise your future over me! I couldn't do that! You deserve so much more!"

"But Katie . . ."

"And knowing the amount of times we break up each month, it's not the world's most stable relationship is it? I mean being realistic if this didn't work out and you were stuck here you'd resent me for the rest of your life! I just couldn't let you do that!"

"Kate . . ."

"And if you don't get that then you don't know me at all," she said sadly, before turning and walking away from him, running her hand through her hair in frustration.

"Shit," muttered Wyatt as he watched her go. 'I'm so going to have to write her the fricken love poem.'

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A/N: Well that sure as hell wasn't worth waiting for! The problem is that I know in great detail what's goin to happen in a couple of chapters and after that but getting it there is driving me nuts! I'm really tempted just to skip the next few chapters but I just don't think it will work! The clearout thing happened to me last week and my friends found it really funny when I retold the story back to them (sadistic so and so's!) so I thought I'd throw it into the mix in an attempt to inject some humour! Hope it worked!

Now on to the reviews.I can't believe I got so many for one chapter! It made me really guilty! From now on I'm just goin to reply to reviews that ask questions or say sometin I feel the need to comment on and just thank everybody else. (Exams have made me lazy like that.)

So thanks to Kalena, ChiaraStorm, Buffgirl, Kia-Kawaii princess, mel11, Sallywags, CharmingPiper, ilovedrew88, trina-k, Faith-Charmer, Sparkling Cherries, wickedwms, AsAlways, nameless, Leigh1986, rcaqua, ChiaraStorm again, lol and hazza123 for reviewing! They were all very much appreciated.

Panther28: You'll just have to wait and see. Grins coyly, strongly hinting that you are right then looks about innocently. But sssshhhh! Thanks for taking the time to review!

Flephanie: I look forward to your crazy but highly amusing reviews. Oh are you ever goin to update Cursed? I know you prob have exam too but what about me? Hmm? What about my fanfiction needs?

Inversnaid: yeah, I will be goin into the Paige/ Adam story a bit later on so look out for that. Thanks for the review!

So if you haven't collapsed into a coma during the huge period of time that elapsed between the first chapter and this one (sorry again) then please review! I know I don't deserve it but,I'll love you! (pouts in an adorable and irresistable fashion)