Chapter 2

Next morning, Chris was asleep. For once he wasn't locked in the nightmares and painful memories of his past. Piper, Phoebe, and Paige with baby Wyatt walked into the empty club, P3. Piper was the owner, while Phoebe had a newspaper column and Paige was currently working Temp-Jobs.

They walked to the backroom, where Chris was staying, hoping he would still be there and not at the book of shadows or in the underworld- looking for a lead on who gets to Wyatt.

They knocked and walked in. Chris was still asleep on the couch, simply dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt. He looked so much younger asleep and peaceful.

Paige shook him. And when his green eyes opened, all started to sing happy birthday as Wyatt said, "Cwis".

Chris sat up, startled. Looking neither happy nor mad. His expression quickly became somewhat emotionless but said in a sturdy voice. A voice, weak with holding back his true emotion.

"How did you find out?" They stopped singing. Phoebe spoke up.

"I had a vision, you were turning six and Wyatt was saying when your birthday was. I figured since you guys seemed like close friends in the future, that you knew us." Her sisters nodded in agreement. Chris relaxed at the fact that the girls still didn't know his secret.

"I don't celebrate my birthday, I'm sorry but I just want to rest please." The sisters were stunned. The demon-hunting whitelighter wanted to rest. This was quite a change.

"Since when does someone not what to celebrate their birthday?" Piper asked shocked. Chris just lay back down, not meeting everyone's eyes. In an indirect way, he looked sad.

Suddenly Wyatt orbed out of Piper's arms and beside Chris. Chris angled his head to look at the child. The three sisters held their breath. Wyatt reached out, with both of his little hands, to put them just above Chris's hand. Then young child blinked his blue eyes. A small green box, with gold and silver ribbon tied around it, appeared in blue orbs, by Chris's hand and Wyatt's. The child had summoned it. Chris's eyes widened and he stared at the small box. The sisters frowned at its sudden appearance.

"Where did that come from?"

"How did he do that?"

"What is it, Chris?"

Chris, forgetting 'future consequences' and to who he was speaking to, answered in a shaky voice.

"It was a present from Mom. I… I never got to open it… coz the attack... and then… I couldn't..." He trailed off. Piper wondered for a moment if he died on his birthday causing him to hate it.

Chris carefully took his hand from under Wyatt's, box in hand. He shifted his position on the couch/bed, lying on his side with Wyatt still on it with him. He slowly began to untie it and unravel the wrapping paper. He had not seen this box since his mother and sister's death. His family had been attacked by demons.

His aunts and uncles had been busy and calls for help had been answered too late for they were dealing with their own attacks and his cousins had been with their parents at the time. His big brother had been knocked unconscious by a strong potion and his sister had been shot in the heart with a darklighter arrow.

Chris had been knocked out and wounded at the first of the battle and woke to his mother fighting a losing battle and his little sister dead. Then he saw his mother get mortally wounded and the demons disappeared. Due to his inability to heal and a father who never answered his calls, his mother died in his arms. After it all, he never touch the present he had been about to open when the first demon appeared.

In the box were a folded letter and a small cream case. He opened the letter and silently read.

Dear Chris,

I wish you a Happy Birthday to my little peanut. I'm so proud of you. I know your father will not be here, but I'm sure if he knew you like I do, he would be proud of the man you're growing up to be. I know for sure the rest of our family is. This present will help you in your times of trouble, when you feel there no hope to escape. It's blessed with the Power of Three. I love you, my sweet little man. Forever and Always. Have a wonderful 14th birthday.

Love,

Mom

Tears were falling quietly, as he finished reading. Unaware of the shocked and, currently, uncomfortable sisters standing nearby. He slowly opened the cream case. Inside was a silver triqueta pendant on a long black leather cord. He smiled sadly and put it on. He looked back at Wyatt, who was playing with the ribbon.

"Thanks, little man, Thanks."

Though how Wyatt knew about the gift, Chris didn't know.

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