Chapter 3

Chris slowly sat up, careful not to bother the playing child. Then it hit him… the sisters were still here…what if they recognized his mother's hand writing as Piper and the necklace, it was their well known symbol. He looked at them and had to hold back a smile.

They seemed uncomfortable at the turn of events, the gift appearing, and him showing some of his emotions. Judging by the looks on their faces, they had questions, a lot of questions.

To explain to the sisters, he wondered, is the question as he carefully folded the letter and put it in his pocket and hid the necklace by tucking it inside his shirt.

Phoebe seemed to snap out of speechlessness and spoke, "You okay?"

Chris nodded even if it wasn't completely true. He watched as Piper picked up Wyatt causing him to fuss as he was taken away from his new toy. Rolling her eyes, Piper also picked up some gold and silver ribbon and gave it to him, which settled the child.

It would always unnerve him that the baby was his big brother, its quite a difference between this time and his own, where his brother was older than him and evil.

"Well, you're invited to dinner tonight and no demon hunts tonight, relax even if you don't like today. You need it." As Chris was about to protest, Piper continued, sternly. "No more demon hunts if you don't relax and don't think you can hide it from us."

Paige and Phoebe both nodded with a smirk. Chris leaned back with his arms crossed and rolled his eyes. He didn't know whether he hated it or missed it when Piper sounded like the loving mother she would one day be to him.

"Yes, ma'am." Chris doubted he could focus on the endless amount of demons that could have turned his brother, anyway. And with that the sisters and Wyatt left.

Chris ran a hand though his messy brown hair and stood up to change into jeans and a simple red t-shirt. After hiding the letter in a safe place along side the ring he had given Bianca, she had given him to remember her by. Satisfied that it was safe, he orbed out in a cloud of blue lights.

He reappeared at the top of the Golden Gate Bridge. He quickly tapped into his powers and became invisible to those who did not know of the magic hidden in the world and sat down. The morning sun had risen to noon high.

He stared unseeingly at the constantly moving water of the bay as he thought over the eventful morning. The gift was the main thing that plagued his mind. The endless how's and who's were unsettling and unanswered. There was no way for Wyatt to have known about it. And somewhat doubted the baby summoned it through about 15 years of time.

Sure the kid had summoned a dragon from a TV. But Wyatt was still a baby and there was still a limit to what he could do. Though, that limits would disappeared as Wyatt grew older and stronger.

The baby would have needed help or something, but that lead to the who question. Could the Wyatt of his time, sent it? No, Chris thought as he shook his head, causing some brown hair strands to fall into his troubled green eyes. Hopefully Wyatt didn't know about this trip to the past. Only the top members of the resistance, Bianca, and his cousin knew. But everyone knew Chris never celebrated his birthday.

With hopeful air he thought, maybe he had succeeded and had vanquished the demon, after his brother. Then sourly he thought, maybe the sisters said a spell, but then that would not explain their reaction.

He pulled the pedant out from being tucked in his shirt. The silver shined brightly as it caught some sunlight. He rubbed his thumb over the top; he sensed the power of three in it and felt calmed by the magic it held.

He would have to keep it hidden from the sisters and Leo in case they recognized it. How he would explain, he had no clue. Maybe that he was a close family friend or something.

Suddenly a deep male voice spoke from behind him…

"Long time no see."

A/N- Now the fourth chapter. Who do you think it is?

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