Heeeelloooo!

As I said, I've updated this earlier that what I though I would but later than what I should. Sorry!

Charmed is not mine, nor is any of the chracters in this story ( none but the SoulShadow who I'm growing rather attached to and the herds of Teddy Bears. )

I want to thank my beta who's lovewly and without who I wouldn't even be posting because someone would have cursed my ass six feet undergroundm for my constant slaughter of the english language which, I may say, happens to be one of those things I'm glad I've (well, I like how english sounds)... other itmes in that list are my hability to dismantle computers (even if when I rebuild them there's usually a couple of pieces that never find their right place), picklocking (although I'm still in the small locks category so feel free in your houses), and twist my hand 360 degrees.

Now, in none related news, I love aaaaall my reviewers, those news, and those who still remembered me. You all flattered me so much my head growed like a balloon and ow I'm stuck in my bedroom. May I say how much I like when I have lots of long reviews?

COOKIES for every one!

MerlinHalliwell: Confused? Good, that was the intention And, no, there aren't two Chris'... at this moment there are three.

LilyEvansPotterBlack: It's not you, there are lots and lots of Chris', they were on sale, so I put all I could in the fic... I can help the rambling, it's in my genetics.

Kilikapele: I'm glad to see you're still here That sentence about whate Piper knows and doesn't knows of what she knows... I just wrote it half absentmindly, and then read it... and laughed. As lame as it is to laugh of ones own jokes... TT I must say that I'm very proud of it.

Icantthinkofanick: I love when you say that you think that Truth is funny... I mean, your story just gets me laughing my head off half the time (and all angsty the other half) so it flatters me. The think with bloody... well, I love that word (I'm used on reading british english), but as my beta said is more a british than an american word, and Chris is not british, so it sounded weird... I just decided to concentrate all the bloodying in one sentence.

It's not that I don't like Penny. She had to be tough, so she was the toughest ever... but I think that living with her must be hell. And yes, I do like Victor... he is cute.

And about all the Chris' in the scene... c'mon, if I tell you now... what fun will be in reading the fic? Plus I still have to center my ideas about it.

And yes, Leo/kidChris scene was meant to be diabetical sugary cute.

Queen of the elven city: Hum... although I'm happy you reviewed the story... I'm afraid I don't get it TT

NightOwl123: thanks

VanillaChicky: I'm glad the rambling makes you laugh, my friends just find it annoying after a couple of minutes U So you like 4 Chris in the story... wait till I bring the jubilated one... only kidding (possibly). The main problem was that I liked the three of them so it was hard to decide who to make appear. Here you have it, an update plus some Chris'... sorry for not having updated earlier. Problems a little more serious than common earth destruction went in the way, but for what's worth, next chapter is already in my beta's hands.

Bemill: Thanks! Glad you liked it!

Wonder: Hi! I think that my mail is somewhere in my user info page, or artist info paige... wold you care to write me down what do you thing is going to happen? I'm just dying of curiosity since I read your review... U

Terra Fea:

1.- De nada!

2.- Hhehehe, confusion is good, and you're right with your counting... plus the teenager sleeping in Victor's apartment.

3.- Where has grown up Chris been? That, dear Horatio, is the question... more or less... although not exactly the correct one.

4.- Yes it was a huge slip, but in the heat of a discussion Chris could have confessed killing Kennedy and no one would have noticed.

5.- Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar... I will remember that word forever

6.- Here's your cal free cookie.  O

Ennui deMorte: Thanks! And, again (everybody is asking the same) about Chris spliting in four... everything will be revealed at it's due time (waves her han in a jedi way). There's a piece from Wyatt point view but You won't find it until the next chapter. Now the kid is soundly sleeping does this expression even exists?.

Lookingforsomehing: I asked that to myself more than once... probably it was that or having him sleeping in the coach.

Jaspis: A five year old would handle the whole Chris hates Leo more realistically... TT That part in the stairs is one of my faveourits. It says "Chris in his late teens is a psico!" with bright neon words. So the one of the funeral bouquet was you? I was away that weekend and you scared my parents to death. When I came back I had to go to the tanatorium and drag them back home... I just hide in the coffin and waited until the priest began to pray to open it, but I was s stuck inside so I began trashing around until it fell... dramatic, very dramatic...

Bun2007: Thanks. And yes, you're making sense, I think I answer that qüestion in this chapter.

Rhia: And a new one!

Septdeneuf: Thanks for coming back and reviewing! That was very sweet of you. And I'm glad you're liking it, I'm afraid sometimes that the plot has little sense or something (although my beta likes it, so I'm pretty happy) . Thanks for the tip, I'll try to remember it... I always have problems with the basic rules (and phrasal verbs!).

Different Chris' will meet... I'm just not telling you when XP. Thanks for reviewing!

Christine Marquez: Here is the update, hope you like it.

Fighting destiny: Thanks!

Here's the chapter, it's pretty shorter than usually, but I think that worth reading .


Conversations.

-oOo

First there was pain, piercing pain in the back of her head that ached like hell and back.

Then there was cold which made her guess the possibility of being dead. Although, when dead, it was known, you did not felt pain. Or maybe you did.

Then maybe she was dying.

That would explain the pain and the cold.

A voice made it's way through all of it, a voice and a light.

Was she supposed to go to the light? Or against the light?
The light was growing brighter now, it looked appealing.

Someone was calling her, she could hear a voice.

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"Hey..."

Victor whirled around, dropping the coffee (with added whisky) he'd been drinking and practically jumped out of his own skin.

Chris was leaning on the doorframe with groggy eyes and a blanket around his shoulders. He hadn't been there two seconds ago.

"Chris? What are-?"

"...we doing here?" Chris asked to Leo, a mix of curiosity and amazement in his childish voice.

"You said you were hungry, didn't you?" Leo asked.

"Uh huh..." the kid nodded, looking around at what looked like the Palace of Waffles. The whole place seemed made of them... that's what heaven would be like.

A smile spread across the kid Chris's face in spite of him still being upset with Leo. The smile flickered when he realized what his dad was doing again... As if doing something amazing once every now and then would erase the rest, and that wasn't right.

Chris was not really sure of why it wasn't right, but deep inside it hurt him more than the deceptions.

But... but Chris was still a kid and dad was there, and the place was amazing... better bury that grief deep inside, better forget about it than dwell with it.
Better get to have some quality time, like Wyatt liked to call it.

Quality time and waffles.

Leo placed a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. "So should we-?"

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...stay a little while?

And what was he supposed to do then?

Bi would have said that he was supposed to turn around and get the hell out of there; Victor would have told him to stay, to get as much as he could of that moment that would never repeat itself.

For once, he heeded Victor and stood, smiling awkwardly at her. He'd just made such a fool of himself, she'd probably be planning on sending him to an asylum. Some closed room with a small shut window; Somewhere where dreams are real and are called madness, while reality is white and clean and the only colors are those of the pills that made the madness disappear into a dream for a short time.

And he was loosing grip of reality again, probably due to the stress and the lack of sleep.

Something growled strong enough to put Piper on guard, raising her hands ready to blast and looking at him first with surprise and then with a silly grin.

Maybe he was just hungry.

His mother... no, don't go there... the Charmed one laughed and he joined her in a way that was so easy, that felt so good, that Chris felt like crying. Not knowing if he would be able to hide his feelings, Chris turned around and grabbed the first thing he saw, his old blue sweater, and pulled it over his head.

"I'm sorry for Wyatt..." he managed to say with his head buried in spoiled wool and his voice muffled. "...but it's important ..."

"He is with Victor, Chris, I know..." She could have lied, maybe should have... but there were already too many lies at that moment. Besides, the sight of Chris' head appearing through he neck hole of the sweater, with the hair completely disheveled and a look of utter shock on the face was priceless.

"Nah... no way... " He gave a nervous laugh. "That's ridiculous... Why would he be with-?"

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"...Victor?" His voice was slightly shaky and filled with fatigue when he asked for his grandpa's attention, like if he wasn't really awake at all. "Is... Is mu... Piper okay?"

"She's fine."

For seconds, neither of them said anything. Victor looked at the kid trying to decide what to do while Chris' mind began unfolding the last events in his foggy memory.
It took a heartbeat for his mind to wake up, to remember. A heartbeat for his groggy eyes to turn cold and angry, hiding the pain through layers of stubbornness.

He grinned and talked lightly. "...of course she's fine... she's just pregnant. Probably looking for an abortion clinic right now."

"That's not fair, Chris... your mother wouldn't do that."

The kid snorted."Yeah, because the fact that I was born because mum wouldn't abort is far better."

Victor snorted back; he couldn't help it. The kid had this sarcastic aura all around him.

"What's so funny?" Chris, however, hadn't thought there was anything to laugh about.

The older man cocked his head.

"You're some drama queen-"

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"... ain't you?"

"I'm not a drama queen..." Phoebe complained. "It hurts."

Finally, the light had happened to be a lantern; and the voice, her sister who hadn't found a better way to wake her up than to slap her repeatedly.

"Well, we don't have a handy whitelighter at the moment...," Paige informed her, "not that ours can heal, anyway... so you'll have to content with an aspirin, dry "

The empath sighed, grumpy.

"Aspirin? I'm not sure it would do any-"

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"...good." Piper commented, looking at the pre-cooked rice she'd just put in the microwave and waiting for the bell to announce that the food was ready. She tried to ignore how Chris was looking intently at her belly.

At least she'd managed to convince him to eat something, right after the shortest panic attack she'd even seen. For a second it had looked like if Chris was going to loose it, but then he'd just breathed slowly and nodded a little weakly, looking just too tired to really care.

That's what had made her decide to insist upon feeding him a little, her cocky neurotic whitelighter was not one to give up just because he was tired. Plus she was still feeling guilty for all the previous yelling.

"I hope you like Chinese, pre-cooked food..." she said, trying to break the silence.

The half-whitelighter nodded absentmindedly and looked at the microwave oven with concern.

Wouldn't the waves be negative for mini-mini-mini-bean shaped-him?

"Do you want something to drink?" The witch asked, opening the small fridge.

"Sure..."
What would it feel like to be inside a placenta? Swimming in amniotic liquid.

"Damn..." The Charmed one looked at the small, mostly vacant shelves. "Someone's been sneaking in my fridge."

"Yeah...?"
Was it swimming or floating? Whatever it was, it was gross and slimy; he'd seen it in an educative video at school and it had looked very slimy.

"I'm sure that is one of my sisters... why wouldn't they go to the bar?"

"-"

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"Aha..." Was Leo's answer to what Chris had been telling him, something about what they'd learned in history last week.

The kid had been eating waffles non-stop for the past thirty minutes and the elder was wondering how was he able to eat and talk without choking or spiting the food.

He also marveled at his ability to jump from a subject to subject without them having any kind of connection.

"... so the thing is that aunt Paige told us that there was no way it would work because of the par--- parame-tri-cal field force around the objects,.. buuuuuut..." the kid grinned, rising a finger "there's this book in the library that says that..."

He was finding it hard to follow his train of thoughts.

"... and then the hero battled the man in black and found that it was-"

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"... his father."

"I don't know Paige... but Chris has his reasons, and Leo doesn't wants us to tell..."

The half-whitelighter raised a sarcastic brow. "Don't go all 'sense and sensibility' on me, sister... you're dying to tell Piper the truth."

"God yes... " Was the immediate response. "It's like my head is going to blow up. But..."

Paige interrupted her. "Ye I know... we can't spill the beans for now, I get it..."

Phoebe nodded with a pout and looked around, really looked around, for the first time since she woke up. They were still underground, and Chris was there, unconscious and with a makeshift bandage in the front.

"He was bleeding..." her sister explained.

"Damn... so a demon got to him..."

"Not really... well, yes, but it was a minor injury." Paige signaled next to the future witch and Phoebe saw a very heavy looking rock. "The thing is that he was going to kill you so I had to knock him out -"

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"Excuse me?" The affronted young teen glared at his grandfather. "She says I'm a mistake and I AM the drama queen?"

Victor stared at him for a minute and decided to drop the subject for now.
"Come on... I'll cook you something... and you may want to put some clothes in that skinny body before you get sick. There's some old sweaters and trousers in the closet, in my bedroom."

The kid looked at himself and then at the blanket he had around his shoulders and turned around, heading for the bedroom.

"Do you prefer milk or-?"

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"... juice? Because there's nothing else in here..." Piper signaled the nearly empty fridge with an apologetic gesture that Chris didn't seemed to heed.

"Whatever..."
What size would he be right now? Smaller than a nail?

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Sure."
Barely a week... far smaller than that...

"You know, I'm planning on transforming P3 into a Japanese tea saloon..."

"What a great idea..."
And where was his soul? With himself? Or there inside? Maybe it was split...

"The elders said that now whitelighters have to wear the golden gowns too..."

"Really?"

Suddenly he realized something distressful... fetuses were female until the... hum... well until some months of pregnancy.

He was a she right now.

Piper grabbed the 'Tabasco' sauce, fuming for the lack of attention.

"Do you think a half a bottle of this in you breakfast/lunch/dinner-?"

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"...will do?"

Chris claimed his grandpa's attention from the kitchen's door. Victor raised his head from the journal he was re-reading and looked at him.
"Took you long enough..."

The kid shrugged, his little search for the right bedroom had been more difficult than foreseen.
You see, when bored, Victor would rearrange the whole apartment and change the place of things, thing like tables, plants, and entire rooms. He'd even changed the place of the toilet once, which caused what his grandsons
had come to call 'The Grandpa's Small Universal Deluge'.

So looking for something like a closet was a whole quest by itself.

What? His grandfather not being magical doesn't make him normal.

Chris entered the kitchen and sat down, allowing Victor to clearly see the sweater he was wearing.
"I have like four old sweaters... you had to pick the new one?" The man asked him with curiosity, while turning the microwave oven, which he'd set milk inside of, on. Chris frowned, looked at the sweater, and back up at his grandfather, mildly uneasy.

"I like this sweater..."

The young witch caressed the blue fabric and draw a small smile, the material was softer; obviously since sweater was new now. But in the future he'd ore it so much that grandpa had finally given it to him for his last birthday.

He looked at Victor again with a small pout.

"But I can pick an older one if you want..." Chris continued pouting and Victor could swear that the kid eyes were growing.

"Does that really work in the future?"

The microwave countdown reached it's zeros.

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PING!

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"Can I ask you a question?" Piper questioned, grabbing the now cooked food from the small microwave oven she had in her office and closing it's door.

"Of course."
Well, not a she, she, of course. And not that he thought that being a girl was something that bad. He'd been a girl once, in fact, and it went pretty well except for the menstruation bit. It's just that he had grown attached to his penis over the years.

"I need you to be honest with me. No games, no running away. Just the truth."

"Yeah."
Diapers! He'd not thought of diapers! He wasn't sure if he'd be able to cope with Aunt Phoebe's jokes if she ever changed his diapers with him around.

"Are you Paige's son?"

"Aha" Was what Chris' mind, set in that special state that children could reach with their parents, where you only listened enough to keep the conversation going at the sounds of 'yeah', 'sure' and 'of course' while thinking in more important things.

Like waffles.

However, he had enough presence of mind to listen to the last words and snapped out of it so fast that, had he'd been in the real world, he'd left his shadow behind.

"I'm sorry?"

"It's ok... I mean, I actually thought of this long ago, but at the time it was just a silly theory..."

"Wh... What?"

"Well... you're a part whitelighter just like her. " Piper went on, completely oblivious of Chris's eyes popping out of their holes and bouncing around the room until Chris managed to get them back in their place. "I suppose you didn't want me to know that you actually knew my children, did you? Neither did you want your mother to know about you, of course... there's all this future crap to take care of. Plus, you have your grandma eyes."

Chris blinked.

"Oh... er... -"

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"Oh!" Phoebe complained while getting up, a hand in her head. " My head..."

"You should stay still a little while, dear... your head it's been hit one too many times today."

"Wish I could... but it's a matter of time until a new demon appears and..."

Something came flying across the cave and crashed into the wall like two feet from them.

"Me and my mouth..." grumbled Phoebe getting to the ground again, some pixies playing drums in her head.

"You and your mouth..." agreed Paige, looking for the source of the attack. She saw that Chris was awake again and on his knees, unsuccessfully trying to get up while throwing at them whatever he thought could hurt them.

Phoebe dragged Paige behind the protection of a group of rocks.

"So you knocked him out, but didn't tie him up?"

Paige grimaced apologetically.

"Uh.-"

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"...oh!" Chris repeated, Piper's word slowly sinking in his overloaded brain."..."

"Er..." Innocence covering his features, Chris blinked at his granfather in confusion. "What are you talking about?" He blinked again. "Should I change the sweater?"

Two more blinks and Victor found himself shaking his head, a negation rolling off his tongue. He could barely manage to stop himself, take a deep breath, and let out a small laugh.

"You're good... you're really good. I thought that no one could ever pout better than your aunt... but you've mastered the big blinking eyes."

The kid's face changed back to normal, no pouts and no big eyes, just a cocky grin.

"She taught me... I just happened to surpass the master and get her title."

"Does it work? In the future, I mean."

"Of course it works!" Chris laughed again. "There's nothing I can't talk or pout aunt Paige into, it even works with aunt Phoebe... well, at least when I can duck her empath powers..."

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"Empath powers?" asked Leo, trying to understand his son's actual subject.

Chris nodded and went on about something related to a... a herd of teddy bears? The more the kid ate the faster he talked and gestured, so the more difficult it was to get and idea of what he was talking about. However, Leo had been learning lots of interesting stuff.

For a start, Piper, Chris's Piper, wouldn't be pleased of seeing them eating at such hours (It was around eight in
the morning.) But that was okay because as he, being Leo, had insisted, it wouldn't be Chris's fault.

"It will be our secret." Leo'd joked, earning a curious glance.

"Secrets are good, they can be as useful as magic... even more. Or so Wy says." The kid had answered, suddenly serious, he was not sure if that was true. It sounded true, but in the way Wyatt said it... it also sounded kind of wrong.

The face lasted but a blink before he smiled again. "And so says a book in the school library!"

That was another thing, the school library was the size of the Athene's Acropolis and it's books priceless, or so his son had literally said.

Also, he learned that Chris liked to play basketball but not football, preferred spaghetti over macaroni, horror films over romance, cats over dogs, the Greeks over the Romans, batman over Superman, Indiana Jones over Lara Croft, Star Wars over every other film, the reruns of Scarecrow and Mrs.Queen over the reruns of 'Murder, She Wrote', Lord of the Rings over the second row of Star Wars films...

Oh, and by the way, Wyatt was the coolest being ever.

Sorry, waffles were the coolest things ever, but Wyatt was right behind them in the list.

"Can I have more-?"

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"...waffles? That's all you can think about right now? Waffles?"

Phoebe shrugged, covering her head to protect it.

"What can I say? I'm-"

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"...hungry."

Chris nodded at his granddad's statement with a small laugh.

"Yeah, I think I was starving-"

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"I'm sorry I didn't have..."

"... waffles..." Piper finally said, taking her own breakfast after the microwave went 'PING!' again. The witch looked at her half whitelighter who was staring at his rice like it was going to start singing and dancing any minute now.

"I can't eat waffles..." Chris managed to mumble. "At least I usually don't."

"So...?"

"So what?"

"Are you or are you not Paige's son?" but she wasn't actually asking, Chris knew, she'd already made her mind up to it.

"No, I'm not."

Piper shot him an 'I'm not buying it' look that Chris knew all to well.
"C'mon, Chris... you can tell me, I know you're worried about the future and that stuff... but I won't tell her."

"Piper, I'm not."

"Yes, you are. It's the only logical answer I can think of."

Chris couldn't help himself.
"THAT - is - the - ONLY - logical - answer - you - can - think - of? The - ONLY?"

"Yeah..." his mother answered with a hand on her belly. "How, if not, could you know how much about...?"

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"...the future of the Halliwell?"

"What?"

When everything had been eaten and cleaned up they sat again in the table, now with a new cup of coffee for Victor and a hot cocoa for the kid (because "you can pout all you want, kid, you're not getting coffee from me"). The older man felt like it was the moment to talk to his half grown nephew.

He repeated the question.

"What can you tell me about your family's future?"

"Nothing, future consequences... I'm..."

"...sorry, but maybe we should be going..." Leo suggested when Chris, who'd been growing restless for the last minutes, began playing drums with the long shake's spoon and the tissues box.

"Yeah! We should!" Chris jumped out of the chair and ran to the door and before running back. "Go where?"

"Go home."

"Great!" Chris ran again to the door, stopped again, and came back.

"Where's home?"

"What if I pay first and then we can orb- or- or-- " Leo looked uneasy at the waitress, but the woman hadn't heard him. She was patiently cursing the little cannonball of energy that was talking so loud at such hour in the morning.

"Orbing! Orbing Orb-b-b-b---orbita. The moon plays an orbit around the sun! And Leo means sun!" Chris yelled, starting to run around his father so fast Leo feared he'd travel to the past (again). The kid stopped in a halt. "No! The earth is orbiting around the sun, so I'm the..."

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"Earth to Chris!" Piper snapped her fingers a few inches away of his face. Her nephew had been motionless for a whole minute now, his face blank, his mouth gaping forming sounds that would never get to real words. "C'mon... it's not that bad that I know, isn't it?"

If there was a contest of awkward moments, I'd win it, Chris thought.

Mum was staring.

Piper! Aunt Piper (and that was pretty funny) was staring at him, waiting for an answer. Chris pulled all his emotions aside and stood up, acting his self cool again.

"Look, Piper... and try to read my lips as I talk... I -AM-NOT-YOUR-NEPHEW."

Piper sighed and shrugged in a very 'have it your way' manner.

"Ok... of course, whatever you say." She said, very slow and with a blink. "You're not my nephew."

Chris tiny self (that you will probably remember from earlier editions) tried to say something but found himself as speechless as Chris himself was. Finally, he got up and began crashing it's tiny little head in the wall of the cavernous and very empty space that was Chris's mind right to that moment. It echoed.

"Way to go, Chris... way to go..." the young man whispered to himself while his mother, recently self declared aunt, looked in the table drawer's, probably looking for her agenda or a t-shirt saying: 'I'm the head of a very dysfunctional family'.

Piper retrieved her agenda from the drawer and smiled at him in a knowingly way. 'I know your secret,...' her face was saying '... but I won't tell anyone'.

"Here it is." She showed him the agenda.

"Yeah... I see..." he answered, his face saying 'Note to mini-self: Don't inherit mum deduction skills'.

"Maybe I better call them from..."

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"...home, it feels like home..." Chris admitted to Victor's questioning look. "... only that it doesn't...""

"Because they don't know you?" the man asked with concern, he'd finally managed to get Chris to talk if not about the future, at least about how he was handling it.

"Yeah... I mean, it's not just who I am, but how I am... and ... all this little things..."

"Like you being Piper's son..."

Chris froze dead for a second and sighed.
"That obvious?"

"Let's say that your older self must be better hiding things than you if he'd come this far without them noticing..."

"I'm so going to kill myself..."

"So... about it being weird... what happened with your mum..." Chris raised a finger. "Let's not talk about my mum right now, ok? Because I know what you'll tell me, and I know you'll be telling the truth and it will probably make lots of sense once I'm over my puberty... but right now it doesn't and hurts in layers I don't think you'd understand..."

"Try me."

"I told you I can't talk about the future." Chris tried to get off it in the easy way.

"But you'd be talking about yourself, not about the..."

"Just forget it, Victor, ok?"

"Chris, you must talk about this with someone... what she said, she didn't meant it..."

Chris sighed dramatically. "Ok, you're right, she didn't mean it, Piper's glad she's p... happy now? I'm happy, I'm cool."

"The hell you're cool, at least if not with me, talk about it with Leo?"

"I am not talking about this with anyone, Victor, and less of all with dad... plus there's nothing to talk about, I'm fine." Chris put on a big smile. "See? Cool."

Victor shook his head. No, it wasn't cool, he could see the boy growing agitated by the minute.

"I'm not asking you to forget what she said right away, but at least you could..."

"Oh c'mon grandpa! Just drop it, I don't want to talk about it..."

"But it's important!"

"No, it's not, it's meaningless... it's you who's giving too much credit to it..."

"I know you're..."

"Victor, you don't know a shit!"

"Then tell me!"

"NO!"

"But why..."

"BECAUSE SHE IS NOT DYING!"

Words filled the room and thickened the air so for a second none of them could talk nor breath.

"What?" Victor heard the word before realising he'd said it.

Chris saw how understanding settled in the mans eyes and cursed himself.

"I mean.. will be... I mean... Oh,-"

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"Crap!" Phoebe swore as one of the blue demons, that hadn't been vanquished but knocked away, began to stir and to get up. "Twice crap!" She added as Chris grabbed the critter and threw it at them.

"I think that, since we've already found Chris we should call Piper and Leo!" Paige suggested.

"What? You kidding me? He'd kill Leo in the spot."

"Leo's and elder, he can't die..." the youngest charmed pointed out.

"That won't stop Chris from trying... better calm him down somehow before."

"Well, you're the advice columnist, ain't you? Go advice him into surrendering."

"Maybe I will..." Phoebe answered, but instead of doing so Paige saw her lick her lips and begin mumbling in whispers.

A big something went flying towards them.

"Thing!" the younger witch yelled, and it orbed away. "The more I use my powers..." she told her sister who, in fact, wasn't listening. "... the more I think that it doesn't really matter what I yell while I'm actually picturing -

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"IT, It, is just an awesome film!" Chris told Leo, with a new and sudden change of conversation. For the latest minutes, Leo'd been more and more concerned about his son apparent lack of attention span.

"Which one?"

"IT! IT it's a film... and it has evil clowns... Wyatt once made a clown disappear from his birthday party because he thought it was a demon, you know? But that was long ago, even before I started talking. One of the first things I said was 'give me more potatoes', or so mum says, but it's weird because kids don't usually say that... I like potatoes..."

And while talking, Chris wouldn't stop bouncing up and down, up and down, up and down, and the whirling and climbing every single climbable object he could find. Leo' worried that Chris was going to fall any minute now and break his skull, but no matter how much he tried to keep track of him and bring him down, the moment he'd put the kid in the floor, Chris would be climbing something else without ever stopping the talking.

Leo did not know if he had to be worried or what... up until, in the middle of the explanation of how he was planning a spell that would give life to his teddy bear, the kid bent down and began to throw up all his breakfast.

And this, my friends, is how a suddenly very disturbed and scared Leo learnt of sugar highs and why one should never allow Chris to more than one waffle at a time.

Of course, he actually realized it later, when looking at the whole night with some distance. That very moment the elder was frantic trying to sooth the kid, frustration getting the better of him when he noticed that there was some people in the streets, heading to their jobs, probably. No way he could us his power there... The man grabbed Chris, and ran out of there, right to an alley between two houses.

Checking he was alone Leo orbed inside the garden of one of the houses, in the front porch he'd seen a cartel saying that it was in sale, so nobody ought to be there.

The elder orbed into the house and placed a hand on his son's belly, healing him, breathing easier when Chris's green face went all healthy again.

"Are you feeling better now?"

Chris nodded with a small smile, when actually he was feeling still a little lightheaded, plus he was pretty sure that mum would not be happy... She'd told him more than once that he shouldn't eat that much sweet or he would get hyper and then sick. In fact she hardly allowed him any sweets since last time he got sick in class and puked all over the place courtesy of some other kid birthday sweets.

Ok, c'mon... who's never tricked one parent to do what the other didn't allowed?

Plus dad had gotten pretty worried... he maybe should have told him, the kid thought with a pang of guilt.

HE should have known, a part deep inside him retorted.

HE is your father, so HE should have known.

Let him get worried, then maybe HE won't forget next time.

And it was a mean voice that reminded him of Wyatt's, which was disturbing.

"I'm ok, dad..." he answered finally. "Just got sick..." Leo looked at him worried, but Chris didn't actually tell him about all the sweets affair. Mean or not, Wyatt's words were still going around in his head.

Dad hugged him again.
"You..."

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"... worried me." Paige told her sister once Phoebe finally snapped out of his self induced trance.

"Sorry, I was thinking..."

"Thinking of what..."

"Of my next advice." The empath answered getting up and reciting:

Hold your fear and unleash your heart,
Get a grip, and you'll can see straight,
So even in the darkest night,
Friends from foes you'll tell apart.