Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or Drake and Josh, from whose show I stole one little phrase. Now go and sue someone else.

A/N: Just in case little Chris calls his mom "Piper" that's because they weren't close, as I'm sure you figured out already, so he will occasional refer to her as both (just so he can keep his cover up and confuse you!)

"What do I tell him?"

"NO!" the thirteen year old exclaimed. The rest of the band faltered, staring at their lead singer/guitarist and keyboardist. The young Chris quickly continued with his part, slipping into the lyrics, "---Hang up---"

"He said if I hang up on him he'll destroy up the club!" She hissed. Chris gave her a look that said 'you've got to be kidding me' all on its own. The black-haired girl paused thoughtfully. "Why do I not find this at all surprising with you?" she queried, rhetorically.

The other teen threw her a death-glare, which immediately silenced her.

The music turned over to the bass guitarist and drummer, leaving 13 Chris free.

"Trade with me," he whispered.

"What?" rasped his friend, eyes widening. "Chris, I play the keyboard, not the guitar !"

The boy sighed through his teeth, clearly annoyed now. "Alright. You sing it, I'll play it and just put the freakin' phone on loudspeaker. You know the words, don't you, Alley?"

The girl, now known as Alley, nodded and held out the cell phone. He took it from her, hit a button, and set it by his foot as she took the mike.

The sisters turned to Chris, eyebrows continuing to raise. "The Source of all evil was harassing you over the phone?"

"Yep," replied Chris absent-mindedly, watching his old band perform. Phoebe felt a certain longing and regret radiate from him for a split second before he block himself from her again. Her eyes narrowed in frustration, but she kept it to herself. What was the use of putting him in an unnecessary spotlight after he had just watched his fiancée die? She asked herself, remembering Cole with that same regret she had just felt from the 22 year old. "Had to block all thirty-two numbers he was using," the boy continued, still not quite in the same room as the rest of them.

"Okay, here's the deal," said his younger version, capturing their attention again. The boy strummed out the cords as Alley began to sing. "Phone harassment is illegal and you've already called nine-teen times. When I say 'no' I mean no, not 'call back in three minutes'. Now I am going to hang up and you are just going to get over it. Savvy?"

He hung up with his toe. As soon as he did so, however, it began ringing again. He rolled his eyes and, to the surprise of everyone, kicked his phone into the air and into the audience.

Without even looking away from his date, who was talking animatedly about her day, blonde-hair-turquoise-eyes held up his hand and caught it. The guy clicked it on then, without answering, clicked it right back off, saying to the attractive girl, "I know what you mean; the woman has issues."

Piper spun around to face the adult Chris. "Wyatt's here! Why didn't you tell me my son was here? And that you know him in the future!"

Chris stared at her, mouth slightly open. "You mean-- you recognized him as a teenager? How--"

"Of course I recognized my son!" Piper snapped, affronted. "But why didn't you tell us you knew him? That would have saved you a lot of trouble, young man!"

Chris, regaining his composure, rolled his eyes. "Come on, Piper. Would you honestly have believed me if I had told you your precious son was going to be my friend in, like five years in the future? If you knew that, you never would trust us together as kids and if we were never friends I never would have had any reason to come back and stop him from getting hurt by evil and you'd have to live with that the rest of your life while I'd be happily oblivious--"

"Okay, Chris!" interrupted Paige, cutting him off. "No need to get into all that detail dealing with time travel. This is a time I'd happily allow you to just say 'future consequences'." The youngest Charmed One paused. "You know, I used to think you just said that because you didn't want to answer us, but if you gave us an explanation like that every time…" She shuddered. "Thank you for just saying 'future consequences'!"

"Anytime."

"Hey, whoa," said Piper, intervening their nice chat less than agreeably. "I am not okay with that stupid little catch phrase of yours. I want explanations when I ask for them, not when I live them ten years later!"

Chris rolled his eyes. Phoebe pat his arm sympathetically as Piper continued to rant but everyone had all but tuned out. Leo and the aunts were watching the teenaged Wyatt Halliwell converse with his date.

The boy looked to be around fifteen or maybe sixteen. His fair colored hair was longish and curly; his turquoise eyes sincere. He was tall and dressed like any normal teenager that didn't have super-human powers. His date, Monica, had long, beautiful midnight red tresses and deep silver-grey eyes, easy to light to laughter. The two looked happy together, and comfortable, like it was the simplest thing in the world. So caught up in their son/nephew's happiness, they didn't notice as Chris' cell phone shimmered off the table and back at 13 Chris' foot. What caught their attention was the ringing from the stage, yet again. The five turned around in time to see the young version of Chris snap, "Okay, that's it!" And just as he stomped it into pieces Wyatt shouted,

"Chris, wait!" and froze the room. The Chris on stage looked up mildly.

"Wy, why did you freeze the room…?" He halted, frowning, as Wyatt orbed onto the stage beside him and eyed the crumbles with a very blunt expression. "Geez, that sounds weird…"

"That was Mom's phone," the blonde said tonelessly.

13 Chris stared at him. "Dude, that's not funny. Don't joke like that."

"I'm not joking."

"But-- but--" the brunette stammered, then groaned, letting his shoulders sag. "When were our cells even around each other?"

Piper rounded on the adult Chris, hostility still not abated. "You smashed my phone!"

He smiled, but somehow it didn't look easy.

"PTO this afternoon," Wyatt shrugged, but at Chris' horrified expression, hastened to add, "But don't worry." He picked up the remains as the thirteen year old sank to the ground. "I can fix it." He geld it out at arm's length and squinted at it. Instantly the phone brought itself together and was fixed, good as new. "But I think I'll take it back," he continued, giving Chris a narrow look. "Just in case you get anymore… temptations." He gave Chris a hand up, and as he did so the younger one's sleeve slid back to reveal and extremely ugly bruise… in the shape of a handprint. Wyatt winced just looking at it.

"Tell me about it," the 13 year old intoned, jerking his sleeve over it again.

"You know I could hea---"

"No, you couldn't," the youngest said firmly. "You can only heal injuries inflicted by evil, remember?"

Wyatt rolled his eyes, but Phoebe felt a strong vibe of unease from him, maybe even… guilt? "One of these days, Christopher…"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, but until then," the boy ushered him abruptly off the stage. "Unfreeze."

As soon as Wyatt was back in his seat he made a quick, flick/wave motion of the wrist with two fingers and the room unfroze. Chris easily fell back into the music and sang the last line with Alley, "Gonna spread my wings like an eagle falling/ gonna spread my wings."

The crowd cheered and an older woman, maybe in her late thirties, came onto the stage with a microphone somewhere on her collar. It was too small to see. "Well!" she cried cheerily. "Let's give it up for C4, everyone! The song 'Chaotic Flight'---"

The crowd erupted in more cheers and applause. The woman beamed, turning to face the young band. "And kids, as your science teacher, I have to tell you--- your music is great and you guys are awesome!" She paused and the sisters thought for a moment it was because of the tremendous outburst of applause, but then they saw how the teacher's eyes had fallen on 13 Chris and how every bit of enthusiasm and cheer fell away like a mask. Smile completely wiped off and eyes on the young one she said with flat indifference, "But I hate you… Chris."

The boy nodded, uncomfortable, and couldn't help but grimace as he replied, "Yeah…" none too enthused himself. "I know…"

That's when the time remote chose to gear up and they felt the hook catch them once more by the shoulders but this time jerk them forward faster than the speed of light. The sisters and Leo narrowed their eyes against the disorienting whir of colors but Chris suddenly felt his heart catch in his throat. His mouth fell slightly open as he stared at a beside Phoebe. The empath turned to see…

Bianca. Standing beside her. Complete in her tight black leather outfit. Giving Chris a cold and calculating look.

"Bi…anca?" Chris whispered uncertainly, not able to believe his eyes. "But you--"

"Died?" the newcomer finished icily, not taking her steely gaze from her fiancé. "The Source resurrected me. Apparently I'm an asset to his reign."

"But," said Paige uneasily, "then why would he have killed you in the first place?"

The once dead young woman didn't even look at the baby Charmed One. "The Source kill me?" she scoffed, taking a step closer to Chris, cruel gaze intensifying ten fold. "No, Paige. Chris is the one who vanquished me."