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And yes, here is the story.


Chris orbed into the kitchen.

Not the manor's kitchen, because hiding Wyatt there would have been a
little silly.

But a kitchen nevertheless. And the moment he fully appeared there,
something flew across the room and would have hit him and Wyatt if the
kid hadn't projected the shield.

A voice gasped first and cursed later.

"What are you? An idiot?" the voice said, alarmed. "I could have hurt him!!"

"He is handsome."

"Too skinny."

"Not that much."

"Yet skinny."

"But we can fix that with enough food."

"I'm not sure... he reminds me of grams... so he'll be skinny forever."

"Perhaps... but he is still handsome. Do you want some hot cocoa?"

Paige interrupted their discussion to grab the milk from the fridge and some instant cocoa from a shelf.

"Sure" answered Phoebe, handing her a couple of mugs that Paige began to fill with milk.

The younger witch put them in the microwave oven, closed the door, stared a few seconds at the buttons, and cursed.

"Shit... I still don't know how this damn thing works... bah, whatever." The witch thought for a second.

"Don't want it hot,
cold I want not,
warm is the right one,
warm like the sunshine."

Immediately a cloud of steam poured form the mugs and a chocolaty smell filled the kitchen.

"If I were Piper or Chris, I'd be ranting about self benefit or personal gain." Said Phoebe, pouring the cocoa in her milk. "Lucky for me, I'm not."

Both witches drank for a few minutes in silence, then...

"I'd say he is cute."

"Handsome and cute, ...except when he tries to kill us."

"Even then, he is cute... I bet Wyatt is cute too."

"Even evil Wyatt?"

"Nah! Evil Wyatt will probably be hot."

"I'm so not hearing you say that about our nephew."

"But didn't you said that Chris was handsome?"

"Well, he is..."

Leo coughed from the door of the kitchen, breaking the discussion.
"This is so wrong!! It's my son we are talking about. And your nephew, you sick women."

Paige and Phoebe jumped, startled.

"Leo!! We were just... erm..." blurted the empath "We were just... talking about... about... erm..."

Leo took a couple of steps back in mocking horror.
"No! I really don't want to hear the end of that sentence..."

Laughing, the sisters offered him some hot cocoa that Leo refused with a shrug.
"I'm not hungry, thanks..."

"Maybe you should drink some of this..." suggested Phoebe, picking a whisky bottle of out a closet. "It's not very good, Piper uses it to cook every now and then... but it may help."

The elder raised both eyebrows, tempted.
"That sounds really good..." he agreed. "But I'm already dizzy like it is, I don't think that getting drunk would help the cause..."

"I though you elders couldn't drink." Said Paige, drinking down the rests of her cocoa and sighing.

She was so tired.

Leo needed a few seconds to process the sentence and the answer, he felt as if his brain was made of cotton.

"Yeah... that's another good reason not to." And then yawned.

Paige did too, and finally Phoebe.

"Chris said that the demon would be out for twelve hours or so, didn't he?" asked the middle sister, suppressing a new yawn.

"Ye... ye... oaaaaaah yep" agreed Leo, his head lost in sleepy odes about his bed.

A/N: I swear I started yawning while writing this part (Pukah)

"Geez, I'm so tired..." Paige let her head fall, using her arms as a pillow.

"Why don't... oaaaaah..." Phoebe blinked away a few sleepy tears. "Why don't we sleep a little? You know, we could plan some shifts and sleep a few hours so when the demon arrives we're not all dumb and dizzy."

"It sounds like a good idea..." agreed the elder. "We don't even need to look into the book or do research... Chris seems to have everything sorted out."

"You're so proud of your selfconfident son." Blurted Paige, her head still down and her breath going slowly.

"I'm more pissed at his stubborn secrecy police... and worried for the fact that he doesn't like me."
Leo was pretty sure of what he'd felt out of Chris, anyway if he'd hadn't Phoebe's guilty face would have convinced him.

"So you know..." the empath guessed. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice".

"How couldn't I notice it? I mean, with the stares, the silence and his psycho self going all mad at my sight... did you sensed it?"

"Yes... he is so nervous that his emotions keep breaking whatever barrier he'd build around himself."

"I think he drank the potion he gave you." Leo explained. "And yet, he probably has some experience avoiding your powers."

Laughing mildly, Phoebe nodded.
"You can bet... having an empath aunt must be horrible."

Leo smiled too. "Sure... anyway, your idea was good, we need to rest..." he turned to Paige who was snoring softly. "She's already doing... so the first shift will be between us... what do you want?"

Phoebe looked at her sleeping sister and actually felt his eyelids closing.
"If you can stand a few more hours, I'd rather sleep."

"Sure, I'll stay awake and wait for Chris to come back or until my head drops... whatever happens first."

They planned to stay in Piper's room so everyone would be covered and protected if something happened, and orbed there. Phoebe and Paige were deep sleep even before their head touched the pillow, and Leo decided to sit on the coach and read some of Wyatt books. He should have known better than to read a book specially designed to make toddlers with no attention span fall asleep. Stupid little Red ridding hood wasn't even at the forest when the book hit the floor and Leo started snoring...

Time went by before Piper woke up.

And when she did, she felt like if a thousand bees had entered her head while she was sleeping.
She felt worried and drained... more worried than drained in fact, but yet she couldn't remember why.

The witch sat in the bed, wondering what had happened, and found herself touching warm flesh. Startled, she looked around to find her sisters lying asleep in her bed. A thousand exclamations, some more politically incorrect than the others, crossed her head although she said none of them. There was probably a good reason for it, it's just that her mind wasn't ready for them.
No, better get some coffee first, and then ask the questions. Or maybe tea.

Leo was fast asleep in her coach.

Definitely, better take the coffee now and make some tea for when the answers moment arrive.

Carefully not to wake her sisters or her husb... Leo, or Leo, Piper got up picked up some clean clothes. Coffee was good, but first a shower.

There was something... something important.
If only she could remember what.

Twenty minutes later the oldest Charmed One was clean and comfortable, sitting in the kitchen, digesting a dark coffee and hearing the raindrops hit the windows.
Thoughts were still slow and muffled in her head, and everything that had happened yesterday was fuzzy. She remembered little, like being angry at Chris, and worried, and then angrier than ever before, and finally... finally nothing. A big blank.

And there was something else. Something she couldn't put her finger in for it was hiding in the shadows of her mind.

Piper was pouring herself the second coffee when she remembered it.

"Oh! Holy Shit!! Wyatt!!!!!" the witch ran upstairs, to her bedroom, blasted the door open and entered, grabbing a very startled Leo and shaking him away from his sleep. "Leo!!"

The angel grunted something, still half asleep.

"Leo!! Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo!!!!" she shook him again. "Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo!!!!"

"Can someone turn off the alarm clock?" blurted Phoebe from under the blanket. Paige's hand appeared also from behind it and pushed repeatedly the off button of the clock.

Leo's voice was muffled and he looked barely awake.

"Wha... what? It's your turn? Is everything okay? Is the demon back?"

Piper shook him again, how could they have been sleeping while her son was away???

"Leo! Wyatt!!!" she finally screamed.

"Wh... What? What have I done?" he blurted.

"Not you, idiot!!" the older Halliwell said, exasperated. "I'm asking about your son!"

"Which one?"

"W... what? Your only son!! Wyatt!!"

Silence
"What about him?"

"What about him?? He is missing!! Remember...?"

To Piper's much frustration, the elder relaxed a little and sighed. Yawning.
"Oh... that."

"What kind of answer is that?"

"I mean..." the elder coughed. "I mean that he is okay."

"You found him? Oh! Thank you!! Thank you thank you!!!"

Leo blushed, trying to explain himself.
"Well... you see, it's not that... " But Piper knocked the air out of him with a tight hug.

"I knew you would never let something bad happen to him! Where is he? Is he alright? You have to tell me everything." She demanded backing away a little and allowing Leo to get his breath back.

Suddenly, the elder thought, sending Wyatt away with Chris didn't seem like such a good idea.

"He... he is not here. Chris took him away earlier." He explained.

"What? He kidnapped him again? The son of a BITCH!!" Piper exclaimed, enraged.

To her surprise, both her sisters and Leo cringed at her words.

"Sweetie, you shouldn't be saying that..." said Phoebe with a uneasy smile.

"The bastard just kidnapped my son twice... what do you want me to do? Bake him some cookies?"

"In fact... maybe that's what you should do." Paige stated. "After what we've discovered today..."

"And what is it?" Piper eyed her suspiciously, and luckily totally lost Leo's desperate warning signs at the youngest Charmed.

"Er.." Paige saw Leo's gestures to shut up and gaped, unsure of what to do.

Phoebe solved it.
"That he is not guilty!!" the empath explained. "He was just trying to save Wyatt from an evil demon that possessed us."

And with some help from her sister and Leo, Phoebe explained to her more or less every important thing that had happened in the last few hours with as little lying she could manage.

"So Leo told him to take Wyatt away again?" asked Piper.

"Yes."

"And that's all?"

"Yeah, sure."

More or less.
She just skipped a few details and even with that, Piper wasn't that happy.

"I thought we didn't trusted him." She grunted.

There were some awkward glances.

"We-e-e-ell..." Paige began. "We didn't, but he saved Wyatt by taking him away and... er... " she turned to Phoebe, muttering "Some help here, honey..."

"And it was the best for him, you have to trust us." The empath went on.

Piper didn't look happy at all with their explanation but surrendered. She was confident on her silly sisters. And she was confident on Leo too.
"Where is he, then?"

"Erm... We... I..." Leo checked his watch. They'd been sleeping for over three hours, more or less. But he'd forgot to ask Chris when would he be back... "I'm not sure, Piper... but he'll be back soon."

"Then we'll vanquish the demon and corner him..." The oldest witch planned out loud, completely missing the flying looks around her. "Because I'm not waiting any longer, oOnce everything it's finished I want to know the truth... even if I have to cast the it
out of him."

"Yeah... 'cause it worked so well the last time..." whispered Phoebe, earning darting looks from everybody in the room.

"By the way." Piper said, remembering something important "I just hope that while he is out there with our son, Chris won't have one of those... nerdy changes he's been having."

Leo's tiny little self, inside Leo's mind, grabbed the nearest hard object, it being a plugged iron, and proceeded to hit his own head repeatedly.

It is well known, for those of you who were curious about what an iron was doing into Leo's mind, that and elder is perfect. So their appearance is perfect too and that's why their gowns are always perfectly ironed. But clothes care is not something you can do with magic and, contrary to what is a most common opinion, elders gowns does not appear already clean and ironed out of nowhere. Instead of that, there's a whole section in Elderland compost by those whitelighters that had been considered not proper, or guilty, of some major crime that are solely dedicated to the correct care of the elders gowns.
If you wonder why such a work is considered appropriate for major criminals, that means you've never had to hand clean, dry and iron your own clothes, not to mention the golden gowns and (not golden) underwear of all the elders. And by the way... have you ever guessed where was Leo when the elders took him away before his marriage with Piper?

But I was explaining what was doing the iron in Leo's head... let's say that those clothes care penitential jobs usually have some minor psychological results.
Some whitelighters have tiny irons in their heads forever, some simply crack one day and start ironing their charges heads.

You thought you knew all there's to know about elders?

Ask one of them about thenewbies week, once per century. Ask them to
show you the photos... Gideon have so much to answer for... like that time they caught him wearing some woman underwear. That's a great photo.

A/N:

Mmm... there's some blue orbs forming in my room. Either the cheeses I ate for dinner wasn't naturally blue or elders don't like my investigation work about their natural behavior.

Allow me to go on with the story.

We were talking about Leo completely forgetting about Chris and his self changing issues.

"Don't worry, Piper... probably that curse is already over." Leo, who hadn't really thought about it before, tried to put a reassuring face while mentally cursing himself. "I mean, he's been himself for a while..."

His wife... ex-wife didn't look very happy with that answer but said nothing of it. If Leo had decided that it was a good idea to give their son to a neurotic stranger from the future, whom they knew nothing at all, and who, by the way, kept changing into younger versions of himself one of which wanted to kill the kid... on an afterthought...

"Are you really sure there's nothing else I should know?" she asked again. "Something that would put a little sense in all this madness?"

Innocence itself drawled an I-don't-know-what-you-are-talking-about in their faces, but Piper's head was still filled with cotton and wool...

She should have drank that second coffee before bursting upstairs.

"Piper... you know I would never put my son in danger, so believe me..." Leo said, earnestly "Chris won't let anything bad happen to our son. And I couldn't be more sure about it."

The alluded witch blinked twice.

"And why are you so sure?"

Paige and Phoebe looked funny at him, like wondering how could he be so dumb. And Leo simply coughed.

"I mean... I just have this feeling coming from him. And silly as it sounds, if even we hadn't been able to sense him..."

The witch sighed, her husband... ex-husband was plainly crazy. And annoyingly right... except for the fact that Chris was stable.

"If he is not here in another hour I'll personally go find him and drag his sorry ass here for a 10,000 happy questions and fast answers game... Now if you forgive me, I'll go and do something in the kitchen".

Piper left, leaving them alone.

"I couldn't be more sure about it..." repeated Paige, mocking Leo's words. "Why can't we tell her? She would stop going ballistic on the boy... and Phoebe would stop looking like some mad puppet with incontinency..."

"I don't look like that!! " Phoebe complained.

"Sure you do..." Paige insisted. "You're making little jumps of anticipation, and your eyebrow is twitching like crazy... It's like if you had and I-got-a-secret ad painted all over your face."

"The thing is that Chris asked me not to tell her... and I promised."
Explained Leo.

"Sure you did... " Added Phoebe, looking around for her shoes. "You'd do whatever it takes to stop feeling guilty... and to make him look at you more like he looks at Piper and les like if you were some kind of slug."

"Watch out, Pheebs.. you're being all bitchy empath again" said Paige, although she'd be able to guess so without her sister powers.
Leo's pained expression were answer enough. "And once we'v finished all this, Leo will have a little father and son talk about their issues with Chris..."

"I will?" the elder asked. "I'm not sure he'll agree with that." In fact, he though, he'll probably clamp my head into this same walls.

"And what now?" asked Paige, still sleepy. "We should do something... but I'm not going downstairs to get Piper mad at me..."

"We should cut her a little slack... it's been barely... " Leo checked the watch. "Three hours since the demon got sucked. Let's wait a few minutes until someone goes downstairs."

"Good idea" agreed Phoebe. "And with any luck Chris will be back... and we can try to convince him to tell the truth to Piper."

Leo was pretty sure Chris would better eat his own lungs than tell Piper the truth, but he wasn't in the mood to discuss it with Phoebe, so he said nothing and went upstairs with the two remaining Charmed.

Once in the attic they began the busy job to put order in the chaos.

And as the main thing was to give Piper some time, they did so without magic.

It wasn't that difficult, the only thing to do with what little remained of the furniture that once were in the room was to sweep it away and buy some replacements.

"We should do something with the dust..." muttered Paige trying to wave the annoying wood particles away with her hand. It didn't worked.

"Oook--- let's see..." the younger witch though for half a second. "
The dust annoys me,
my breath gets...
"

"Uoh Uoh Uoh!!" Leo placed a hand in his sister in law mouth. "No more spells for now until we know what happens with them..."

"C'mon..." Phoebe pushed him away. "I'm suffocating here, and I got your clothes sewed without major problems!"

Leo shook his head.

"In fact... " The elder muttered, reddening " I didn't say it because we were in a hurry, but you sewed my underwear to my trousers. It feels very uneasy."

"And what about the one in the kitchen?" Paige asked, although she was pretty aware of the answer to that.

"Well... I don't know yours, but my cocoa tasted like fried kitchen." confessed Phoebe.

Paige nodded, hers too.

"Well, then let's open a window!" and as she said, she did... and as she did, the storm entered into the attic in the form of heavy air and big raindrops that soaked everything they'd piled in the last minutes.

Piper was upset, and when she was upset she needed to keep her hands and mind busy. So she went downstairs and started cleaning the kitchen while planning how to rebuild the club and turn it into a restaurant again... or maybe a strip club... or a Japanese Tea Saloon...

She'd been doing so for several minutes when there was an orbing noise in the entrance and some mild cursing. It didn't sound like Leo. Maybe some whitelighters in problems or the elders... maybe it was Wyatt!... Although the cursing voice was somehow similar to...

When she stopped guessing and went to see who it was, the witch found a very pale Victor trying to control his breath next to someone she'd just seen some hours ago. Chris, in his early teenager looks, was holding Wyatt while laughing at the man.

"Here we are, Victor!" he was saying, and although he was talking lightly and smiling, he looked slightly pissed. "You wanted to know what was happening, didn't you? Now you can ask them directly and stop yelling at me."

"You little smart ass, I'd said that Leo's people would have some kind of age policy about who they hire..." Victor Halliwell grunted. Then he saw Piper and straightened. "Hi there, daughter... Who the hell is this midget and what's going on?"

"I'm not a midget!" spat Chris, trying to keep Wyatt from playing with his hair.

Before answering or greeting her father, Piper yelped and ran to grab her baby. Holding him close, the witch backed away from Chris.

When the teen motioned to her she backed away again.
"You stay away from him, you little..." at lost of words, Piper simply growled and turned to her father.

Victor, by the way, didn't miss what the kid's hurt frown but also didn't knew what to do with it.

"Hi dad..." the witch said, nursing Wyatt who wasn't exactly worried, nervous, hurt, crying or whatever after effects a decent kidnapping should have. "...and I'm not sure I can give you any answer at all. But the midget..."

"I'm not a midget!" Chris repeated.

"He is Chris Perry," she went on, ignoring him. "Our new whitelighter that came from the future to save Wyatt... he just thought that kidnapping him would be a wise idea. About what's going on... do you want some coffee?"

"Er... from the future?"

"Yes"

"I want some coffee." Agreed the man, heading to the kitchen followed by his daughter and Chris who hastily got over Piper's rejection and tried to talk some sense, or what he thought that was some sense, into his grandpa's mind.

"So will you stop yelling at me now? I mean, it's not as if the twice blessed couldn't be able to protect himself against a damn half witch. He even likes me... "

"That's what stopped me from calling the police the moment you've started whirling and gleaming like a Christmas tree." Victor stated sounding pretty tired of the teen.

Chris, who was quite used on getting on his grandpa nerves enough to make it fun but never too much, added.
"I though that it was because the phone wire had been cut."

"You cut it the first time you brought Wyatt to me!!"

"Uoh uoh uoh uoh!!!" Piper stopped the discussion, she was feeling sick again and that was too much noise and confusion. "Once more and from the beginning... Chris dropped Wyatt at your home earlier this morning?"

Victor nodded.
"Yes, he... or at least the non-shrunken version of him, came this morning and did one of those things you always do... rhymed something, then I couldn't move and he cut the phone wire and started painting weird symbols all over the walls with some red stuff that I hope is paint."

"You did it?" Piper asked at Chris who was actually gaping at Victor's words.

"No!" He'd never done that, Victor would have used his bones to make soup. "Or at least not that I'm aware of..."

"Well, he was taller and looked far more unhappy and bitter." Piper's dad explained. "But it was him... once he'd finished he just said 'You must take care of Wyatt' and left, leaving Wyatt on the coach and me immobilized"

"And then?" asked Chris, earning a funny look from Piper for he was listening her father with a horrified expression.

"Then you came back five minutes later, apologized for forgetting break the spell, did so and disappeared again..."

"Ups... I bet you hated that..."

Victor's face would have made some small armies flee in terror.
"You can say boy."

Piper served some coffee to Victor and sat again.
"And after that?"

"Well, I tried to leave or to phone you, but there was no way to open the doors or even the windows. And no matter how hard I yelled, no one came or even heard me."

Chris was torn apart between gloating over his own future wisdom and the fact that doing so would mean a glare from Piper.

Gloating won.

"Did you heard that, Wy? I made a soundproof and escape proof spell, I'm cool!" exclaimed Chris, his brother babbled again, happily.

Piper glared at him and grabbed Wyatt tightly, trying to build a will barrier between both kids. Trying to break the weird connection that she could sense had been formed between her son and the teenager.

Chris saw the woman doing so and said nothing; he was starting to get upset at Piper's reactions.

Usually, the person obsessed with Wyatt was Leo, not her.

Victor, by the way, looked at him with a funny yet concerned look and went on, drinking the black drink with small sips.
"Wyatt looked sane, thought. But I was worried about you girls, I didn't knew what that psycho was going to do."

"Which Psycho?" asked the teenage half whitelighter.

"You!" answered both Victor and Piper at the same time.

The teen smirked.

"However, everything was okay until Wyatt did that bluish thingy and disappeared all of a sudden. I was worried sick, so I tried to find a way out by all means, but there was none... until the psycho came back again carrying Wyatt in his arms... I could have harmed the kid if I
hadn't seen him in time." Victor explained, looking at Chris in a 'You-should-feel-ashamed-look'. "But this time even before he paralyzed me or whatever happened, a golden gloom and some spooky shadows wrapped him and then this..." he signaled the teen. "... this
thing appeared."

"And you started yelling at me as if it was all my fault." Chris complained.

At the beginning he'd found the situation pretty funny, full of possible danger for the continuum space and time, yet funny.

"I wanted answers!!" Victor answered, angrily.

It wasn't anymore.

Now everything was wrong and he was feeling every time less and less comfortable around those people that weren't really his family but some shadows of what they were going to be.

What would his older self have felt all this time he'd been with them?

Why did he come?

"Well, that's why you're here, so you can yell at someone else and stop being so... so... so..." unable to find the right word for, after all, he was grandpa and there were some things you can yell at your grandpa, not even think of him. Chris shut up, fuming.

Did he feel sick every time Piper looked at him with unknowing eyes?

Did he have the temptation of teach some bad words to little Wyatt?
Because he would.

Did he have the temptation of blow the cover and explain everything?
Because he was having it.

"And that's how we ended here." Victor finished both, the story and the coffee and turned to Piper. "What about you?".

Slowly and carefully not to complicate it too much, considering his father got nervous every time magic was mentioned, Piper explained the short version of what was happening. Chris was from the future, he was half witch and half whitelighter, came here to protect Wyatt. He had lied at them, he'd kidnapped Wyatt to save him from a demon, and he was changing ages for some reason.

This way Chris learned something; Piper had no idea about him.

It's unfair. Though his tiny teenage self, then added: It's safe.

Yet unfair, if she knew, I could tell her about... But his mind stopped himself before he could finish the thought. Don't even go there, don't you dare.

Don't go there. Don't think abou it, tink about the situation. Think about Wyatt and think about your father. But stay awy from that.

Please.

Think about why you're so happily talking with your mother when some hours earlier she was possessed and trying to get rid of Wyatt.

THAT was something interesting to think about.

She was possessed, meaning evil, meaning it's not wise to have her near Wyatt.

Yet she'd said that the demon had kind of shimmered away after leaving her body... that made sense. Kind of. And Wyatt was happily sitting in her lap. If the almighty ultra nice so powerful god wanna be twice blessed sensed nothing wrong in her it may mean that she was demon free.

Probably.

After all how would a common demon get over Piper Halliwell? He'd seen her surviving every evil, both upper and under world, sent at her.

The worst demons.

And the worse... don't go there.

"So this kid comes from the future?" Victor interrupted his thoughts once Piper finished; he was now looking at him with a weird stare. "How far in the future?"

"Well, his older self said that something like twenty years, more or less." Explained Piper getting up and looking in the kitchen for some herbs. What the hell did she eat last night??

"Twenty years?" repeated Victor, frowning slightly. "And you said that he is like your sister Paige... part witch and part like Leo..." now he was looking back at Chris again. The teen was playing faces with his grandson, apparently oblivious of them. "Weird."

"You can say so, I mean, after all the problems we had with Wyatt some couple is going to have a half witch half whitelighter in some years..." the witch sighed, taking a better grip on her son that was struggling to approach Chris "... I hope they'll have it easier than us... Wyatt, for god's sake, don't do that!!!"

The kid had orbed into Chris arms again and was trying to grab his hair. Unfortunately, his mother snatched him back again from the teen arms.
"You bad boy, I don't want you near him! I don't want you to orb to him, ok?"

But far from listening to her, Wyatt orbed again, now to Victor and completely refused to go back to his mother.

"Great, now you made him hate me!" Complained the witch in frustration.

That was a little to much in Chris standars for unfariness.

"Go to hell!! I've done nothing to him, why are you picking on me?" The teen spat back, furious. This was so... so... Argh! Why was she jumping at his throat every five seconds??

"Don't know... maybe because you kidnapped my son?"

Well, that was a reason, yet...
"I didn't!"

"Your older self did! And keep in mind that I'm only delaying it because you're a kid now and have no idea of what's happening... But the moment you turn back into my Chris I'm kicking your ass out of this place so hard you'll end up in Cambotja!"

"There's no need to kick my ass there, I can orb!" It was a stupid answer and Chris knew it. He even knew that Piper had valid reason for being upset at him... error, at his older self. Nevertheless...

"Great! I hope you simply orb away and leave this family alone..." now was Piper time to acknowledge that she was overreacting at the kid because she had had just a long couple of days and was angry and frustrated. Nevertheless...

"Leave the family alone? I thought I was helping you to save Wyatt!..."

"Great job you did! And... and... and..." and she bent down into the dashboard and threw up. "Shit!! What the hell is happening to me?"
She asked to no one in particular. It wasn't her intention, but in fact it sounded like if she was actually accusing him of something.

"Yeah, I just put venom in your food, probably."

"I'm not sure I shouldn't take that seriously!!"

"Sure, or maybe you shouldn't be up and upset at certain hours in your state." Spat Chris, completely out of his mind.

Piper's head rose and turn toward him at him.

"My what?"

At least, some reaction.

"Your state, Piper... Your state… do you need me towrite it out for you, or will you understand it by yourself?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Birds and bees, Piper!" She was going to acknowledge him, even if it was a little bean shaped him barely weeks or even days old. But she was going to acknowledge his existence as a part of the family. "Women and men, periods and sex! Now?"

"Oh, please..." Piper laughed at that, a high pitched laugh but a laugh nevertheless.

Laugh because it was absurd, high pitched because she was usually a damn Swiss clock with her periods but she was having a delay. Just some days, yet a delay.
The teen read the doubt behind the laugh. He was, in fact, making a wild shot, but Leo had told him which day it was earlier, and subtracting nine months to his date of birth...

"You're pregnant."

"C'mon, what do you know?" It was Victor who made the unfortunate question.

"You mean apart from the fact that I'm from the future?"

Grandpa went to make some new comment but shut up.

"I'm not pregnant."

Chris rose his hands, he was having fun with it.
"Don't blame the messenger."

How many people had actually told their own mothers about their pregnancy?

"I'm not pregnant, there's no way I could have got pregnant..." she began, then shut up and blushed at Victor's stare.

"Leo?" the man said.

Piper nodded.

"I though you two weren't together anymore."

"And we're not... He even signed the divorce papers"

Chris jumped from his chair.

"WHAT??? What are you talking about??!! How can you two not be married anymore?"

Piper looked at him as if he'd grown a couple more heads.

"You should know, future boy..."

"But... but you're pregnant... you two must have... you know..."

"Enough of that, Chris, I'm not pregnant."

"You are. Believe me in that, Piper. You are pregnant..." he insisted.

Believe it, say it. I'm here! I'm inside you, I'm feeding of you... or will be in no time.

"Stop saying that, Chris, I'm not preg..." and again, she threw up.

"See? You always said that you were all messed with... er... the second kid."

Aimlessly, Piper sat in her chair.

The second kid.

She was going to have a second child?

That was so...

"You sure?"

"No doubt."

"Second child."

"Yes."

Shit.

"But that's not fair..." she complained, giving in.

"Sorry?" Chris draw a half smile, his mother, the one who had rised him, would have known the meaning of that smile and drop the subject.

"I can barely take care of Wyatt by myself," Piper answered, ten years too young to understand the kid in front of her. "I don't need a new kid around. I mean, I have a damn twice blessed, what's this going to be? The trice blessed?"

That wasn't the right reaction. Chris could understand Piper getting confused and all that, but then she should straighten and act all happy.

This was not helping his inferiority complex.

"Nope, he is going to be normal..." he said in a small voice.

"Great, so he isn't going to be able to take care of himself? Wonderful..." she spat back. Her head was spinning. She was already so tired. One kid was so much... two?

All wrong, all was so wrong.

"I didn't say that! He is going to have the powers of a witch and thus of a whitelighter... more or less." His voice was harsh, but he was going to start crying in some seconds, so that was a minor problem.

The kid swallowed hard and kept his eyes focused in the floor, avoiding Piper's eyes that were, actually, tightly closed.

She'd always said that both her kids were special, were loved and cared. That Wyatt being twice blessed made no difference.

That they meant the same for her.

It was a lie.

"Like what?" she asked. "Like blasting things or orbing things away?"

"More or less."

"Great... I hope that he can heal, because Paige can't..."

"He doesn't..." he admitted, then, because he had to say something else, something to make himself worth her, added. "But he is going to study medicine so he can heal nevertheless..."

Piper laughed at that, his unborn son wanted to be a doctor because he wasn't able to heal people with his own powers? That was kind of nice, she thought.
"So he cares about people?"

Chris shrugged.

"And what about Wyatt, are they friends?"

"You can say so... Wyatt can be a real pain in the ass when he gets to it." and because he was missing him very much, added. "I think he worships his older brother."

He worships his older brother... Piper thought. But...
"If he likes Wyatt so much why isn't he here instead of you?"

Chris laugh was short and dry, more like a bark.
"He sure would feel thrilled at all the love you're showing for him right now."

It was a lie.

Piper waved the comment again with her hand. He wasn't there, and everything was just too unreal.
"Don't act all touchy now, Chris. You've been the one throwing the bomb."

A lie.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, mum, next time I'll try to give you some less bad news about your future, like that you're going to die of gonorrea or that Wyatt is going to get his head cut at five...!!"

A/N Don't worry, only you all and I noticed the small slip.

"Don't joke bout that!!"

Lier. Lier. Lier. Lier.

"WHY NOT?" the kid yelled, unable to keep his pain in check any more. "I'm right! I mean it isn't even as if I'd said that you were going to give birth to a pterodactile... he is going to be a sane boy. BUT THAT'S NOT ENOUGH I SUPPOSE!!"

"DON'T YELL AT ME!!"

"I WILL YELL IF I WANT TO. WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU, PIPER? IT'S SUPPOSED
TO BE A GIFT, NOT A BURDEN!!!"

"YOU'RE NOT THE PREGNANT HERE, BOY. SO DON'T JUDGE THE SITUATION THAT FAST!!"

Lier. Lier. Lier. Lier.

"WHAT IS THERE TO JUDGE?" Chris's loud voice broke without the kid noting it.

A new voice appeared in the scene.
"What's going on HERE?"

It was Paige.

"I'M PREGNANT!! THAT'S WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE!" Piper answered, angry at Chris beyond words. "And that little smart ass here is being obnoxious because I'M NOT REACTING AS IF WE WERE IN SOME EPISODE OF 'THE LITTLE HOUSE IN THE PRAIRIE'!!!!"

"IN FACT YOU'RE ACTING MORE LIKE IF YOU WERE IN SOME 'BITCH QUEEN
CONTEST'!!!" Chris yelled back in a very teenager manner, lacking common sense
and self-control.

Paige eyes opened huge like plates while Piper's became thin, barely a line.
"I beg your pardon? WHAT DID YOU CALLED ME???" she asked with no really need.

Chris remained silent, glaring back. His head was full of words he wanted to yell (Lier. Lier. Lier. Lier) and he knew that his bad temper was just waiting for the right moment to snap and get him in deeper trouble.
Not that he cared much right now.

Victor was there too, wondering how many of his descendants would inherit Patty's bad temper and how could they live under the same roof without there being a blood bath every now and then.

Should he talk a little sense into their heads?

Well, knowing Patty's tantrums, better wait until both of them had breathed a little more.

Paige, unfortunately, hadn't talked that much with Patty, or even seen one of his... Victor liked to call them ultra bitchy attacks.
"You both should just keep it quiet for a while, ok? I'll prepare some tea and we'll talk before this nonsense..."

"Drop it Paige." Spat Piper.

"It's not nonsense." Spat Chris too, without breaking his stare at his mother. Or whatever she was to him right now.

And the rant re-started.

"Of course it is nonsense! Everything here is nonsense, beginning by your age changing!" retorted the older Charmed.

"WHICH IS YOUR FAULT!!"

"NOTHING WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU HADN'T LIED TO US!!!"

"SO MY LIES ARE THE BEGINING AND THE ENDING OF THE HALLIWELL PROBLEMS!!!"

"FOR THE LAST MONTHS? SURE!!"

"YOU KNOW WHAT? I THINK I'LL JUST FOLLOW YOUR WORDS AND DISAPPEAR FROM
YOUR LIVES... LET'S LEAVE YOU ALONE TO DEAL WITH WYATT PROBLEMS!!!!!"

"FEEL VERY WELCOME TO DO SO!!"

"RIGHT!!"

"SURE!!"

"BYE!"

"BYE!!"

The kid began to orb.
Then he stopped to orb.

And it was a main problem because he was already feeling warm strains of tears down his cheeks.

He began it again.
And was stopped again.

Chris sighed deeply, there was a pattern in this block of his orbing,
He'd felt it before.
"Jesus Wyatt!!! Stop that!!" the kid turned to the toddler, his older brother, who was indeed pretty serious.

He tried to orb again. Nothing.

"It's no fun, you little slugg!!" but he could already feel the stubbornness of the baby building a wall around them. No orbs until it all got sorted out. He'd done that in the future too, damn little
greasy ball of power.

He tried it again, and kicked the table in frustration when it was still didn't work.

"Wyatt!! I told you to let me go!!" Now he was crying and feeling all the stares in the room. Victor, Paige, Mum and Wyatt looking at him. He wasn't able to bare with that so he just turned around and headed to the door.

It didn't open.

First with the fists and then with his recently appeared tk powers, he beat the door.

He wanted to leave now, to cross the door and go back to where Wyatt was actually someone he could talk to. Where mom was mom... god it wasn't fair, he'd been just so worried for her this lasts months.

"Chris!! Chris calm down!" someone grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around. "Chris, please, calm down now, or you're going to destroy another room!!"

That last statement was what calmed him down. It was pretty weird.

Then he looked and saw Paige with a worried face.

"Calm down... you're going no where right now or so Wyatt thinks... and I don't want you to break the door down... or the kitchen." She actually embraced him. "I know you're upset..."

The kid fought to push her away and to get a grip. Unable to do both, he kept the hug.

"I'm... I'm so- sorry... I just... I really think I should be going... I..." he was still crying and it was hard to talk. To try to make them understand whatever lie he could manage. "Wyatt, please, put this shield off... I have... I shouldn't... I..."

"I'm sorry."

If there were really three words that could have stopped him, Piper found them.

"I'm sorry." she repeated, her eyes focused on the kid's tear strained face, that had cut through her mind and burned her soul with guilt.

Meaning, what the hell was she doing yelling at a poor teenager? She wasn't even that mad at him but at the whole situation, and she'd just used the fact that the kid was getting angry to give some escape to her own rage.

"I just... I was angry... I'm angry, but I shouldn't have picked it up at you. What I said... I didn't mean it."

And she didn't. Not all of it.

She knew that this Chris had nothing to do with it and that he was probably pretty scared of the situations by itself. So much for her mothering instincts if she was able to put to tears a random teen just because she was feeling sick.

"Nothing of what's happening have really been your direct fault..." she said.

Chris relaxed in Paige's arms, but that just made the witch tighten the hug.

"I'm sorry too." He admitted. "I was... I... I should have understood that you were nervous. I mean with the baby news and all that..."

"That isn't your fault either..."

Now this looks like a 'The little house in the prairie' episode, thought Paige feeling relieved when her whitelighter senses acknowledged that the orbing wall was out. The damn toddler surely knew too much for being such a little boy.
That should mean things were getting better.

Victor knew better than that. Chris cheeks were reddening out of anger again.

Lier.

"Fault?" the kid asked, his voice smooth like silk. "Fault like 'Big problem that should have never occurred'?"

"What?" the older charmed asked, fooled by Chris's calmness. "I didn't said that..."

"Then you wanted this to happen?"

That wasn't fair for Piper, Victor thought, Chris was playing with marked cards while Piper was unaware even that there was a game.

Lier. Lier. Lier. Lier.

"No!! I mean... not exactly... " The witch felt the teen eyes were nagging in her skin like nails. She felt the sudden need to explain herself, yet unable to express a straight thought. "I wasn't planning on this, but it happened and..." this was so confusing.. "Well, I just said that this isn't your fault. I did a mistake and..."

Chris orbed away.

A moment ago, Piper was talking and the kid was in Paige's arms.

Now, he was away and Wyatt's wall up a second too late to stop the kid,
but not to stop Paige's senses to locate where he was heading.

"What... did I say?" Piper asked, looking around for an explanation.

"You said 'mistake'." Paige explained, furious at her, yet knowing Piper had done nothing in fact.

"I meant that I had..."

"I know what you meant... but he doesn't."

"I don't get it." The older Halliwell witch confessed.

"That's the main problem." Victor stated, still holding an upset Wyatt that simply orbed away and to Leo's arms. The plan was to get away, and it didn't really worked because the elder was actually appearing right to that moment through the kitchen door.

"Woah, man!! Where's the fire?" he exclaimed at the nervous toddler. "Hey! Chill, Wy! There's no need to be like this!!"

What shows how much an all knowing angel can, in fact, know nothing of the current situation.

IN MEMORIAM

JOSEFINA RAMON MOR

December the 28th 2004

Finished.

I mean the chapter, not the story. !

The story will be updated soon... pretty soon if I can.

I swear.