Disclaimer : Still don't own Charmed, well dang. I was hoping after I blew out a candle at my friend's Birthday and made a wish I would, but apparently not. Well shucks, who knew? Any who, I don't own Charmed, but the plot is mine, the other Characters are mine, and if you steal any of it I will hurt you, and if you run, I will send my personal hell hounds after you to hunt you down, along with an assassin or two! Please enjoy the story.

Author's note : Please review after you read this, I'm not asking for a million or anything, just a few. That's all the author needs, one little review and I'm happy. I started this one when I was near the end of the last episode, "Any Witch Way They Can," and if you don't read the other stories first, this one wont make sense. -Frowns- or at least it wouldn't to me, and that doesn't take a lot; while I'm not stupid, I can sometimes be slow when it comes to some explanations. Aha, which is kind of true. One time I couldn't remember what a door was called, of all things. And I was like "what's the thing called? The thingy with the handle and the frame," my friends just laughed - and looking back on it, I really can't blame them.

Any input that you have for this series, I will try to include. Like if you want a certain person to come back, request for an episode, or a certain event to happen, I will work it in if I can.

1x05 : Saved By The Spell.

Summary : While Prue deals with the aftermath of her kiss with Caleb, they all must rush to solve a mystery when mysterious happenings and paranormal activity start up at a local hospital.

Last Chapter : We're Not Strangers Anymore

Rolling his eyes, Chris stared at his hands as he tapped them slightly on his knees while he sat Indian style on his Grandpa's couch, already dreading the conversation to come. But it was better than the alternative, he really didn't want to face his mother, she would never let him out of her sight again, not to mention the fact she would smother him to death. Talking to his Grandpa about this though, something told him this was going to be just as hard, Piper had gotten her attitude from somewhere, and even though it was a mix no one would believe; Piper had gotten her attitude from Grams and her father.

Chris knew Victor was slightly, okay, he was hurt that Chris hadn't come to him from the beginning, Chris had tapped into his Grandfather's thoughts long enough to learn that. But it wasn't like he could be like, 'hey Grandpa, you and me sat down and talked about my mom dying twenty-three years ago and I remember it. I remember all of it.' That wouldn't have gone to well either. Sighing when he heard his Grandpa walk into the living room and place a cup of coffee in front of Chris before sitting down, Chris swallowed. This was going to be pure purgatory. Finally snapping Chris rolled his eyes at Victor, "Grandpa," he whined, "just start the interrogation, the calm before the storm is annoying me," he glowered at his grandpa. "Or are you trying to make me lose my mind?"

Victor shook his head, "just as impatient as your mother," Victor said as he looked at his grandson who had allowed a shadow of a smile to appear on his face at Victor's attempt at humour. "I'm just trying to figure out a way to approach this topic," he said truthfully. "Something tells me this one is going to be a doozey."

Chris snorted, "that's one way of putting it I guess."

Victor smiled at his grandson's comment and nodded as he got up and walked over beside Chris and sat by Chris' side on the couch. "So, I think you've been going about this the wrong way," he commented, hearing Chris groan, Victor rolled his eyes. "I'm not judging you, but you were the one that said that these memories are affecting how you treat your family in this time," he pointed out, once again using Chris' words against him. Something that Chris hoped didn't become a habit. "And they're going to keep affecting this unless you deal with them, and there's only one way to do that."

Chris frowned, "time?" He guessed, praying that that was what his Grandpa was suggesting, he really did. Because Chris did not like the other ideas that were floating around in his mind, or the mind of his Grandpa's.

Victor shook his head as he patted his Grandson's leg, "no, you need to talk about what you went through in the other timeline, and I know-"

"Why would I want to do that?" Chris asked as he narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest. "Why would you want to go through that?" Chris asked, not liking the idea of loading his emotional turmoil on his Grandpa. "I mean, it's bad enough I have to go through the memories, but it's my destiny, why would you want the memories?"

Victor sighed, "I don't want the memories," Victor replied, "believe me I have no desire to know about the suffering that you and the others went through as a result of Wyatt in the other time line, but at the same time, you're my Grandson, and I am not letting you go through this alone. Talking about it might help you get through this, and I understand why you can't talk to anyone else, but you can talk to me."

"I know I can talk to you," Chris agreed, "but I don't want to talk about this," he pleaded. "Can't we talk about how a certain Twice-Blessed Med. Student and a certain psychic are still completely clueless?" Chris suggested.

"Tempting," Victor said, thinking about how blind his eldest Grandchild was, and the woman that had captured his heart wasn't much better. "But we talked about them last time," Victor pointed out, "this time we're talking about you. And no amount of bribing is getting you out of it."

Chris sighed as he leaned his head back. "But I don't want to talk about this!"

"Then why did you come?"

Chris paused and glared darkly at his Grandpa. "Because someone, though I wont say who, threatened to call my mother if I didn't, and I no intention of dealing with her wrath, and I don't want to be blown up."

"Your mother would never blow you up, Chris," Victor said firmly, but seeing Chris' look, he nodded. "Although I think sometimes she wants too," he admitted, "so, your choice Chris. Talk to me, or I call your mother." Victor smirked, "the ball is in your court."

Chris scowled, that was the saying he often used on his brother. "You play a dirty game, Grandpa." Chris said simply before sighing, "but I just don't see how reliving the magnificent memories from the other timeline with my Grandpa is going to help me, the memories will still be there."

"But they may not affect you as much," Victor repeated. "And from stories your mother have told me, there are no Future Consequences to worry about considering that that other timeline wont happen, so we can talk about this." Seeing Chris look away, Victor frowned. "Chris, if you go to someone for help, no one will look at you differently."

"I'm not worried about people looking at me differently."

Victor frowned, and then all the pieces fit. Chris was protecting the person that the other Chris had died to protect. "Chris, we wont look at Wyatt differently," he said firmly. "Wyatt is a good man, he's the good man that you believed he could be, and he's that man because of you." Seeing Chris close his eyes, Victor smiled sadly. "And I think you at least owe it to yourself to enjoy your life, but that isn't going to happen unless you let it, and it's not going to happen until you deal with the other timeline. We need to talk," Chris let out a shaky breath. "If talking is what we do, talk to me."

Chris sighed as he felt his wall crumble at those words, just like it had the last time when his Grandpa had said them to him while he was in the past. Damn Grandpas everywhere to hell for being able to get under your skin and making you want to spill your guts. So without opening his eyes, Chris began talking. "I have this timeline and it's great," he said simply. "Sure, there is a Source of all Evil that wants us dead, but that's better than the alternative. I mean, there has to be one to keep the balance," Chris said, his voice drenched in sarcasm as he quoted the Elders. "This is the life I've always wanted, I have my older brother, I have my dad, and I have my mom, I managed to save all the people I love." Chris let out a shaky breath, "but I feel I have to watch every word I say to make sure I don't slip up about the other timeline, and it's taking all my energy. I don't know what's real half the time, and I'm not the one suffering, not really, Wyatt and dad are, and they don't deserve it."

"Neither do you, Chris."

Chris opened his eyes and looked at his Grandpa, "I know that, but it's my destiny and I can take it." Chris' voice dropped in volume, "but I can see the look in Dad and Wyatt's face when I snap at them, they're worried, and I don't blame them. There are times I feel like I'm losing my mind, but I also see the pain." He whispered. "I wanted to hate them," Chris admitted.

"For what they did in the other timeline?"

Chris nodded, "Dad was never around, he never had the time for me, but I didn't care, at least I had myself convinced I didn't." Chris took a shaky breath, "but I had my family, and mom and Wyatt," he smiled, "and you always looked out for me, but one my fourteenth Birthday dad didn't come, but it's not like I expected him to, but then when me and mom were alone the demons attacked, and I called out for dad, but he never came, and then mom died," Chris said, the tears streaming down his face. "And then Wyatt began to spin out of control, he was never the same after that."

"You blamed your father for Wyatt turning."

Chris nodded again, "and then when Mellie got hit with a Dark Lighter arrow, I called out for Dad again, but he never came, and she died in my arms." Chris said, his hands forming into fists as he tried to keep himself together.

"Oh God," Victor muttered, just thinking about Melinda dying was enough to make his heart sink, the thought of anything happening to any of his Grandchildren, or even Paige's children. They spent as much time at his house that Victor had to stop and remind himself that they weren't his Grandchildren, but blood didn't matter to him. He loved those kids as much as the others, just as Sam loved Phoebe and Piper's kids, that was one of the reason that he and Sam tried to put their differences aside when they were together. There was no need to have their civil hatred affecting them, or the girls.

"And I wanted to hate him, so much." Chris continued as though Victor never said anything, "but he was my Dad, and I guess that I just tried to make myself not care, it took the hurt away, but with Wyatt it was different. He had been there, and then like a light switch he was gone, and Lord Wyatt replaced him, and I wanted to hate him, I wanted to hate him for all the things he was doing. I should have hated him, but I couldn't. He was my brother," Chris chuckled. "Someone suggested that we should kill him once, I think I broke five bones with my telekinesis and Emily punched him so hard he was unconscious for a day, and then in and out for a few days after."

Victor chuckled, that didn't sound like something this Emily would do, it was too dark of behaviour for her, but Victor could see the young psychic going after someone if they suggested to kill Wyatt.

"But we couldn't, I couldn't kill him." Chris sighed, "Prue and the others said they would stand by my decision, they were willing to follow me on whatever I chose, no matter what I chose - even if it meant killing him. But I couldn't kill him, so I did research, and something didn't add up. Around the time I was born Wyatt disappeared and Dad's old mentor Gideon," Chris growled, "brought him back, but there was something about the story. Too many wholes or something, and that was when I knew something had happened to him. So I devised a plan to go back and save him because that was the only option, it was save him, or kill him. And I couldn't kill him, no matter what he had become, he was still my brother."

Victor nodded, "you two always were close, and that bond can survive anything, after all, it survived High School," Victor joked, and Chris nodded. That was true, in High School he and Wyatt had been in different social circles. Wyatt had been on the football team, and Chris had been the nerd that was interested in Guitar Club and Drama, but they had survived that hell. "And you two will survive this, too."

Chris sighed, "I hope so," he said slowly. "But when I look at Wyatt sometimes I see him, and then I'm reminded of all the people I couldn't save, the people I loved."

"Who?"

"Bianca," Chris whispered, that was the first time he had said her name out loud since he received the other memories, it hurt to much. "I loved her, hell I asked her to marry me, obviously I loved her. But I left her there on her own, I was selfish and went back to save my brother. I said it was to save everyone, but I know it was to save my family, not anyone else's. All I wanted was to find my bad guy, to save my brother - my family. I'm not the hero people crack me up to be. I went back to save the ones I love, the people I had left." Chris sighed as the memory of him leaving Bianca alone in the attic the first time. "I warned her, I told her if Wyatt knew she had betrayed him that he would kill her, and still with that knowledge I walked through that portal. And then she came back to get me, and she wasn't my Bianca." Chris growled, "God only knows what Wyatt put her through, but when he tried to kill me, Bianca risked her life to get me out of there so I could go back and save him, and you know what's revolting? When I did get back, I told baby Wyatt that if I couldn't save him, I would stop him. I threatened a baby that wasn't even one year's old, but do you know what? Wyatt turned the only woman I ever loved against me, and then killed her. But I still didn't hate him."

"Chris, I never met Bianca, but I don't think she would want you to live your life like this. It sounds like she loved you, and I can tell you now, she never blamed you for wanting to save your family. Anyone who ever met you knows that your loyalty goes to your friends and your family, that's part of the reason you're my favourite grandson."

Chris smirked, "don't let Wyatt hear you say that."

Victor rolled his eyes, "he can take it, besides, he never told me I'm awesome."

Chris nodded, "you are though Grandpa," Chris stated. "You are awesome," he said, smiling when he saw Victor's eyes twinkle with pleasure. "Some things stayed the same," Chris said, patting Victor's shoulder. "I still love hanging with you."

Pride filling him, Victor scowled at Chris. "Is that your indirect way of asking me not to tell your mother and to let this drop for tonight?" He asked, knowing full well how Chris' mind worked. This Chris was just as sneaky manipulative as the other Chris, but Victor, or anyone else wouldn't change him for the world.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Grandpa." Chris denied, smiling at Victor with a genuine, wide smile while his Jade eyes filled with mischief as a yawn over took him. "I'm not manipulative like that, I'm an angel."

Victor rolled his eyes, "only part," he pointed out. "But I'll let this go," he said, seeing Chris' face light up in relief, Victor smiled. "Only if you promise to come talk to me when you need someone to talk to," he said, walking over to the closet to get blankets. "And, only if you stay here tonight and cook me breakfast in the morning."

Chris laughed out loud. "That's the toll price?" He asked, seeing his Grandpa nod, Chris smiled and patted the sofa. "Sure, I can sleep here tonight, and I'll cook you pancakes for breakfast," he said, shaking his head when Victor licked his lips. Rearranging the pillows, Chris smiled as he laid down on the couch covered up in a quilt he used every time he used to stay at his Grandpa's house. "Hey Grandpa," Chris called, smiling when his Grandpa turned to look at him, "thanks for listening," he said as his eyes drifted close.

"No thank you for sharing," Victor said, but Chris was already fast asleep, low snores coming out of him, causing Victor to chuckle as he flicked off the lights. Smiling, he headed to his room, only to pause when the phone began to ring. Not wanting to wake Chris up, Victor quickly picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey dad!" Piper's cheery voice rang from the other side causing Victor to roll his eyes, Piper was like clockwork; predictable. "I was just calling to check up on you," her voice then dropped a few octaves. "Did you talk to Chris?"

"Yes."

Piper's interest sparked, "you did?" She asked, and it was easy to detect the surprise and amazement in her voice, but she knew she shouldn't be that surprised. Chris had always been able to talk to his Grandpa, "oh, great. Did you find anything out? Is he okay?"

You wouldn't believe the things I learned, Victor thought as he sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Yeah Piper, he's fine. Actually, he's asleep on my couch at the moment, apparently they had to investigate something today, and your Peanut is worn out." Not to mention he has memories from the other time line to deal with, he thought dryly.

"Weird," Piper commented, and Victor could almost hear the wheels in her head turning. "They never came over to check the book," she mused, but then she pushed that thought away. "So, what's wrong with him?"

"Nothing Piper," Victor said, lying through his teeth. "I talked to him, and he said he's stressed, and since we talked about it, there has been an improvement already." He smiled, "he's more like the Chris we all know and love." More than you know.

"Well that's good," Piper paused. "So, it was just stress?"

"Yeah, I'm sure he'll be fine Piper. If there is one things he's proved is that he knows how to take care of himself," Victor pointed out, rolling his eyes when he heard Piper's huff of annoyance.

"He's also shown that he wont come to us when he needs help," she retorted.

"Piper, there is no need to worry."

"You're sure?"

No. "Yeah, Chris is fine. The moment he says something that worries me, I'll send him right to your doorstep," Victor promised. As soon as I can convince Chris of it.

"Okay then, thanks." Piper said, a sigh of relief following. She had been worried when Chris had started to withdraw, it had reminded her so much of the other Chris, and that scared her. But she knew of him taking pills for his stress migraines, it made sense for him withdrawing was because of the stress. "Night, Dad."

"Night, Piper." Victor said as he hung up the phone, and as soon as it was down, it began ringing again, causing Victor to roll his eyes as he picked the phone up once more. "Hello?" He said as he rubbed his eyes, he was getting far to old for this.

"Hey Grandpa, I know it's late," Wyatt's voice rang, causing Victor to chuckle. He knew what the meaning of this call is. "But I know Chris talked to you earlier, and I can't find him, do you know where he is?" Wyatt let out a frustrated huff. "The little runt is blocking me."

Victor looked into the living room and rolled his eyes when he saw that Chris was fast asleep, completely unaware of the fact that every family member was worrying themselves to a grave over him. "Yeah Wyatt, he's here. He's fast asleep on the couch," hearing Wyatt sigh in relief before he chuckled, Victor continued. "I think it's safe to say that he's staying here tonight." Victor smirked, "feel free to come over tomorrow morning for pancakes."

Wyatt laughed, "only you, Grandpa would talk Chris into cooking you pancakes," and it was easy to hear the smile in Wyatt's voice. "And I just might take you up on that offer."

Victor smirked, "feel free to bring over a few friends, or just one." He said, a plan in his head. "Like Emily, I haven't seen her in a while, and she's basically family. Why don't you bring her with you? That firecracker knows that she is always welcomed in my house."

There was a long pause.

"Well night, Grandpa."

"Good Night, Wyatt." Victor said as he hung up the phone, it appeared as though Wyatt was slowly coming to the same conclusion as everyone else. "Well it's about time," he said and then walking into the living room he pulled the blanket up over Chris and sighed as he ruffled Chris' hair good-naturedly. "You're going to be okay, Sport," he said, no doubt in his voice. "You have your family looking out for you." With that Victor finally made it to his room without the phone ringing.

Emily took a deep breath as Wyatt orbed her into her apartment, and holding her breath, Emily waited for Kelsey's voice to ring through the apartment, but it never came. And it never would, but it was obvious to anyone how better Emily had been the past few hours since working at the hospital - it was almost like it had been before, and it had given her something to think about. Something to get her away from the chaos and weight of 'what ifs' the flooded her mind. Taking a deep breath, Emily looked up at Wyatt, the tension still there. "Are you till mad at me?" She asked slowly as she dropped her coat on the sofa.

Wyatt frowned and stared at his best friend as she moved around the apartment, it was official that Emily had lost it. She knew Wyatt had never been able to stay mad at her, so what foolishness was she getting on with now? "I'm not mad at you," he said slowly as he searched his mind for a reason he should be mad at her. Not finding any, his frown became more pronounced. "Why would you think I'm mad at you?"

In an instant Emily's whole demeanour changed as she turned around to glare at Wyatt. "Well what other explanation for your behaviour earlier could there be!?" She demanded as she folded her arms across her chest, her stance reminding a little - okay a lot ­- of his mother. It was actually kind of scary as Emily gave him a look identical to that of his mother, but with the amount of time she had spent around his family, it made sense for Emily to have picked up some of their facial expressions. "I mean, I tell you that Chris will come to you when he's ready, and then you go on about how I went to Chris and not you!" She raged, taking out her earrings and throwing them on a table. "So, unless there was some other reason, you must have been mad, because I can't think of any other reason you would be mad I went to your brother - who is also my friend, by the way - and not you!" She huffed, "I didn't realise there was a difference in what friend I went too, as long as I talked to someone. And I'll have you know, Chris came to me and dragged me out of the house and I talked to him a little, is that a crime now?" She demanded as she panted for air after she finished her tirade.

Wyatt sighed as he pushed his fists into his pockets, "I'm not mad," he said simply, but seeing Emily's disbelieving look he rolled his eyes. "I was never mad," Wyatt admitted, and he hadn't been. It had just hurt that Emily seemed to trust his brother more than him, foolish he knew, but that was how he felt. He couldn't control that, and seeing Emily nod and her tongue dart out of her mouth and wet her lips as she continued to nod, Wyatt felt butterflies twist around in his stomach and flames of desire, but he took a deep breath. This was the worst time for his hormones to go out of control.

"Then why the hell did you snap at me!?" Emily asked as she crossed her arms, and right now she felt more like her old self than ever, arguing with Wyatt. That was something she had always done, and even when it was over the stupidest things, it could bring a smile to her face. And smiling at Wyatt now, she knew it was one of those moments, but she wanted an answer.

"I was hurt," Wyatt corrected, ignoring the look on Emily's face. "I was hurt," he repeated as he looked into Emily's eyes, "I guess it felt like you felt like you could trust Chris more than me," he said simply. Looking away, Wyatt frowned when he felt small arms wrap around his waist, Wyatt looked down and smiled when he noticed that the psychic had him wrapped up in a tight embrace. "What are you doing?" He asked, frowning.

Emily rolled her eyes, "this, you naïve, simple man," Emily teased, "is called a hug, and I am giving you one," She said simply. Without pulling away she rested her chin on Wyatt's chest and smiled up at him. "I don't trust Chris more than you, I trust you both the same," she pointed out. "My relationship with Chris is just different than ours," she pointed out, smirking at Wyatt's raised eyebrow. "You are my best friend, and Chris is the little brother I never had, and there are some things that-"

"You tell little brothers that you don't tell best friends," Wyatt finished, knowing full well that he had done that before. There were some things that Chris knew about him that Caleb and Emily would never know. Seeing Emily nod, Wyatt nodded and let the psychic go as she wiggled out of the hug, "You seem different," he said simply, and he knew it was out of the blue, but it was true. Emily was acting more like herself today, and if Wyatt owed it to his brother, he was indebted to Chris for the rest of his existence.

Emily shrugged at the sudden change of conversation, "I just feel more like myself today than I have in a while," she said simply as she wrapped her arms around herself. "A long while actually."

Wyatt nodded, "I think what it is, is that you just needed to get out of this shoebox," he teased, rolling his eyes when Emily stuck her tongue out at him. "And get back out in the real world and get back to the things that you enjoy doing." He said.

"Kicking demon and supernatural ass?"

Wyatt chuckled, "there's that," he agreed. "And I think the fact that this was a gold old-fashioned supernatural accident and nothing to do with the Source helped out too." He said as an after thought, knowing the anger he still held at the Source - and he knew that Emily's was probanly more.

Emily sighed, "it's not the whole not getting out of the house," Emily said simply. "And the Source," she said, a growl deep in her throat, "it's not really him. I know he's not going away, he's something we're going to have to deal with." She admitted, sighing at the thought. "The thing that annoys me is that people are always asking if I'm okay, or they'll see me and say how sorry they are, and I'm sick of it. It's never going to be okay that Kelsey is gone," Emily said, silently amazed that she had said her friend's name without stuttering over it. "But I wont be able to move on somewhat until people give me the space to do so."

"Am I one of these annoying people?"

"Sometimes," Emily said, smiling slightly. "But you were annoying long before this, so you really don't go into that category." She said lightly, "I've learned to deal with the Halliwell annoying qualities already."

Wyatt frowned, "jokes," he commented as his face formed into an expression on mock pain. "Always with the jokes." Sighing, Wyatt smiled, "and if you want me and the others to back off, we'll back off," seeing her look, he held up his hand, "scouts honour, we can control the Halliwell curiosity sometimes." Walking towards the door, Wyatt paused and placed a hand on Emily's shoulder. "But just so you know, we're all here for you. And if you ever need someone to talk to, or you feel like you can't talk to the unofficial baby brother, I just want you to know I'm here for you. You just have to let me know you need me and come to me," Wyatt said as he kissed Emily on the head and went over to the door and gripped the handle to open the front door when he heard Emily's voice.

"Can I come to you now, Wy?"

Wyatt smiled and turned around, and the soft, scared expression on Emily's face was enough for him to stay. No, scratch that, her plea to him was enough for him to stay, but the look was the sugar on top. Nodding, Wyatt walked back over to her. "I'm here for you." He promised as he and Emily sat on the sofa. "Always."

Henry Jr sighed as he appeared in his parent's house only to smirk when he saw his dad cooking. Leaning against the counter, he stifled his laughed when his dad began singing what sounded like some deformed version of 'the 12 days of Christmas,' but what made him burst out in laughter was when Henry Mitchell did a spin on one foot as he cooked the pork chops. "You missed your calling, Dad."

"AH!" Henry said as he whipped around and held a knife pointed at his son, who was thoroughly enjoying himself. "Henry Samuel!" Henry scolded, not lowering his hand. "I understand that you are lazy and abuse your ability to orb, but how many times must I tell you not to orb in behind me like that?" He demanded, rolling his eyes at his son, who in his eyes was so much like his mother it was kind of scary, but it only made Henry love him that much more.

"Yes sir," Henry Jr said simply, eyeing the knife warily, "but um, want to lower your weapon of opportunity so I feel safe again?" He asked, and at that Henry rolled his eyes and went back to cooking supper. "But I'm glad I orbed in, it was worth is." He teased as he looked around. "So, where are the twitches and where's mom?"

"Your sisters are in their rooms, and your mom should be home soon," Henry said, looking up at the ceiling as he frowned. "PAIGE!" He called, as he began taking up supper as he waited for his wife to orb in. Looking at his son, he smiled. "You want to stay for supper?"

Henry Jr frowned as he held a hand to his heart, "I have to be invited now?" He asked, fake tears stinging his eyes. "Thanks a lot, Dad. I thought we men had to stick together, now you're telling me that I have to be invited to have supper at the place I consider home. That's harsh, dude."

Henry rolled his eyes as he handed the salad to his son, "and here I was thinking all these years we'd been to lenient with you," he said, completely serious. "Lay the salad on the table," he instructed, only to frown when Paige had still failed to orb in. "PAIGE!" Not getting an answer he looked at his son, "she must know you're here."

"Ha-ha," Henry Jr deadpanned, "and I'll have you know my mother loves me," he frowned. "To the point she broke into my apartment and decorated it for Christmas," he sighed, "cookies and all."

"Well it's not like you can do it, although I would advise that you don't eat the cookies, even if they do taste better than anything you could cook."

Henry Jr threw his hands up in frustration, "what is this?" He demanded as he looked at his father. It seemed like every time he came over his dad gave him a hard time, granted that was a right that all fathers got, but Henry Mitchell took it too far. "Knock down Junior day?" He suggested as he headed back into the kitchen to grab the forks so he could set the table.

"Isn't it always?" Ana asked as she walked into the kitchen, her arm looped around her sister's. "Because I could have sworn it was," she teased while Callie laughed just as blue and white orbs appeared in the kitchen, only to reveal Paige who looked worse for wear. Her hair was in disarray, she had bags under her eyes, and she just looked tired. "Hey mom!" She greeted, but maybe it was a bit to loud because her mother instantly winced.

"I hate charges!" Paige groaned, smiling when she saw her son, "hey honey!" She said as she gave him a hug, and then she moved over to her other Henry. "Sorry I'm late," she said as she wrapped her arms around her husband, "but my charge was whining about something and I couldn't get away when you called, so when she wouldn't shut up I hit her with some sleeping dust," she smirked. "Unethical, but it worked. So, the only question is, can you forgive me?" She asked, batting her eyelashes at Henry.

Henry smirked at Paige, even after all these years she never ceased to amaze him, and sleeping dust, that was a new one. But even now, with one pout or by batting her eyelashes at him, Paige had him wrapped around her finger. Something he didn't see changing, not after all these years. "You can make it up to me later," Henry stated as he kissed his wife's lips, feeling the same spark he felt the first time he had kissed her. And he only hoped that the spark never went away.

"Ewe!" Callie whined as she covered her ears.

"Dad, there is a line, and you just crossed it!" Ana added as she made a gagging sound.

Henry Jr nodded as he turned a shade of green. "Yeah, I hate to agree with them, but the terrible two are right. That was the last thing I needed to see or hear," he covered his eyes, "Oh my God. I think I'm blind." He said, and he was not being sarcastic. That was the last thing he needed in his head, and he was pretty sure that if he were to attempt to look around, he would only see shapes. His eye sight was definetly gone. He knew it.

Paige rolled her eyes as she looked at Ana and Callie, "you two go lay the table right now, or I will act like your aunt Piper," she warned. "I will ground you."

"Yes mom!" The twins yelled in unison as Callie got the forks and Ana got the plates.

Paige looked at Henry Jr, "you know the rules, you want food then you help lay the table. Want to get the glasses, sweetie?" She asked as she patted her son's shoulder.

"Yes mom," Henry Jr said as he got the glasses and headed into the dinning room.

Paige turned to look at her husband, "and you my gourmet chef, if you want desert later, I think it would be wise for you to take up supper," she advised as she groaned. "I had the worst day!" She stated as she pouted, "someone called me Mame!" She whined, "I do not look that old! So, food please?"

"Yes Mom!" Henry said as he headed into the dining room carrying the food, smiling when he saw his three children bursting with laughter.

"Thank-you," Paige paused and her eyes narrowed as she processed what her husband had just said. "HENRY!" She shouted as she stalked into her dining room, only to pause when she saw the twins leaning up against each other for support as they let their giggles out of them, acoss from them her husband was sitting down a smirk on his face, but what really caught her attention was her son, Henry Jr who was sitting in his normal spot laughing, and he had a genuine smile on his face. She knew that smile too. Henry Jr looked like his father, but he had her smile - one that made her smile just seeing it. That was the most relaxed she had seen him since Kelsey had died, and with that in mind, she couldn't scold her husband, not for bringing their kids joy. She smiled, things were almost normal. Freezing when she registered that thought, Paige groaned. "Dear God, when did I turn into Piper?"

Prue sighed as she walked into her room to change her clothes, which was really getting on her nerves. It was like every time they went after demons something got destroyed and she was fed up with it. She was a University student, between books and tuition and rent, she didn't have the funds to keep buying new stuff. "Damn demons," she muttered. "They should stay in hell," he hissed bitterly as she began unbuttoning her shirt. And she meant all demons, she had never realised how much Caleb hung around before. But after what happened, that was the last thing she needed - him being with her at every damn moment. He was so, she growled as she threw her destroyed shirt onto the ground, and went to start muttering again, but stopped when she heard the door open.

Whipping around, Prue threw her hands up in frustration when she saw Caleb standing there, "damn it, don't demons ever knock?" She demanded, as she glared at Caleb and watched him turn around, sighing she took a deep breath to prevent herself from letting out some anger. She walked over to her bed and pulled her nightgown on, "you can turn around now," she said threw gritted teeth as she unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall to the floor. Seeing the way Caleb had his hands in his pockets and slowly rocking on the heels of his feet, she rolled her eyes. "Did you want something?" She asked as she folded her arms across her chest, "or did you just come by to annoy the living hell out of me?"

"Living hell out of you," Caleb commented with a grin, "interesting choice of words considering you're part cupid and I'm the part demon, so wouldn't the living hell be in me?" He asked, but seeing her cold expression, he sighed and leaned against her dresser. "Well they decided to look into past files to make sure they didn't make that mistake more than once," he said, "but after what happened, I can't believe they're keeping the children's ward open." He sighed, "but it's a good thing that they're looking into similar cases, after what they did to that poor kid," he commented, shaking his head in disbelief. "No wonder she came back as a ghost and was pissed."

"Yeah, no kidding." Prue bit out as she walked over to her desk and took off her earrings, once they were out she turned and looked at Caleb, "now if you don't mind, since you barged in so rudely, I would like you to leave so I can get some sleep because I have classes tomorrow and I would really like to get some sleep." Not hearing him leave, she rolled her eyes and looked at him. "Okay, was that not direct enough for you?" She asked, "fine. Get the hell out of my apartment."

Caleb smiled, and nodded. "I think we need to talk," he commented, seeing her open her mouth, he shook his head. "About your trips to the Underworld, I'm not going to lie, a part of me understands why you do it. You're releasing tension about what happened with Kelsey, but Prue," he looked at her and the concern for her shone in his eyes and Prue had to look away. "it's reckless and you could get hurt," he sighed. "Now, I'm not going to rat you out, like you said you're a big girl and can make your own choices, but Prue, if anything happened to you, I don't think your family or friends would survive it. We buried Kelsey, we don't need to bury you too." He paused, "and I think we really need to talk about what happened between us."

Suppressing a sigh, Prue rolled her eyes and turned her back to him. "Really?" She asked, "I don't think we do." she turned around and shrugged, "one of the beauties of alcohol, you don't have to explain the things that happen when you're drunk," she snapped, fiddling with the end of her nightgown. How did she know this was what he wanted to talk about? There was nothing to talk about, what happened had happened and there was no point looking back on it. It was nothing, all it was, was the result of too much alcohol on both parts. But who was she trying to convince, herself or Caleb?

"But I think we do," Caleb said, taking a few steps towards her. "Since we," seeing her tense, he frowned. "Since that night, it's been like walking on eggshells when being around you," he commented as he touched her shoulder and turned her around and made her face him. "We're friends Prue, and I don't want this to ruin that friendship, and I think we need to talk about it."

"I don't care." Prue hissed, shrugging his hand off. "You want me to forgive you, you want it to go back to the way it was?" She asked, "fine! Then consider it done, there is no reason to talk about it. Nothing happened so we don't need to discuss it, hell we don't even have to think about it again! Okay, and do you know why?" She asked gesturing between them, "because that, that wasn't supposed to happen. So, we're moving on now," she said, "consider our friendship fully restored. And all thoughts of that gone."

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes!" Prue snapped, "God Caleb," she exclaimed, throwing her hands up again. "Don't you realise what happened? Of course we can't think of it again, and of course it didn't mean anything. It can't!" She shouted, not caring if anyone could hear her now. She had been holding this in since it happened and it was time to let it out. "We just got caught up in the moment with the aid of alcohol," she said as she went to turn away again, but Caleb caught her around the waist.

"Prue," he said, ignoring how Prue was fighting angrily trying to get free from his grasp, hitting him and muttering every curse word she knew - which brought a smirk to his face. But Caleb wouldn't let up and he tightened his grip, pinning Prue against his body and reducing her struggles to kicking and squirming. "Prue," he said again, trying to calm the half cupid down. "Don't you think you're overreacting, just a little bit?" He asked, but that had clearly been the wrong thing to say because the next thing he knew Prue had his fingers pried off of her before twisting his arm behind his back and sweeping her foot in under his legs. And then next thing he knew he was on the floor starring up at her white ceiling, "okay, don't you think you're overreacting a lot?" He asked sarcastically, pulling himself to his feet.

"Overreacting?" Prue mimicked bitterly, "overreacting?" She demanded, beginning to pace back and forth furiously, "you think I'm overreacting? You kissed me. Then I kissed you back. And then we kissed each other, and then the next thing either of us know I'm waking up in your apartment, in your bed," she shouted, "and you think I'm overreacting?!" She screamed at him.

Caleb nodded, okay, maybe he'd deserved that. But he wasn't letting her off that easy. "Is that it, because you think it was a mistake and didn't feel anything, or is it because you're afraid of what might happen if you allow yourself to try and feel something"

Prue rolled her eyes, "Caleb, you don't want to ruin our friendship?" She asked meeting his eyes, "then let it go." She said simply. "I can't deal with all of this right now, okay? Yes, God," she said throwing her hands up and regretting already what she was about to say. "Yes I like you, I always have!" She shouted, looking at him in his eyes. "There, I said it, are you happy now?" She demanded, "I've had a crush on you since I was ten and you used to be over at the manor and you used to let me play with you and the others, despite the fact I couldn't orb or shimmer when we all played 'orb and seek'! I love how you used to ask me where I wanted to go, and then you would shimmer me there, because of you I got to be a part of that. I love how you don't rat me out or harp at me like the others!" She rambled, not noticing how Caleb was smiling. "I love how you look past people's history, despite the fact they don't always look past yours, I love how you get that goofy smile on your face from time to time, and most of all I love how you hold nothing against anyone, even if they deserve it!" She ranted, and by the end she was panting for breath as she looked at Caleb, waiting for him to say something.

Caleb smiled as he walked towards her, "why didn't you ever say anything?" He asked, walking over and pushing her hair behind her ears, noting that she didn't struggle or flinch when he touched her. That was an improvement. "Prue, why didn't you ever tell me how you felt?" He asked again.

"I was afraid I would get hurt," she whispered looking up at Caleb. "I mean, in High School you were - and still are - Wyatt's best friend, to you I thought I was nothing more than Wyatt's geeky little cousin that you let follow you around." Seeing Caleb's raised eyebrow she shrugged, "it was during that insecure phase that people sometimes go through when they don't know exactly who they are. And then after that, once I got my heartbroken the first time, you were there for me," she said, a soft smile on her face. "And that's when I fell for you all over again, but I was afraid to give you the chance."

Caleb frowned, he had a pretty good idea why she hadn't trusted him with her heart, but all the same he wanted to hear it from her. "Why?" He asked softly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, "why were you so afraid of me?"

"Because I was flipping through the Book of Shadows on day and I seen my mom's entry on Cole," she said simply, ashamed for basing her thoughts of him on the previous Source. "I read about how he was a half demon like you were, and how he fell in love with my mother - but I already knew the story, how it ended. But what did it for me was seeing the picture mom had glued there of her and Cole, and all the little details she had about him. What he liked, whether or not he snored. All of it, and that's when it hit me, my mom loved him. She had thought she was going to be with him her entire life, but she wasn't. He broke her heart, he never wanted to, but he had. And that showed me the dangers of being with a demon, and that was when I decided we would be better off as friends that flirted and annoyed each other to death."

Caleb chuckled and leaned back and smiled at her, "but ten?" He asked, seeing her nod, hw smirked. "You know what that means, don't you?" He asked, sharing a look with her, and once she got the message Prue let her head fall against his shoulder.

"Oh my God, we're as bad as Wyatt and Emily," she whined, causing Caleb to chuckle. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at him and stared into his eyes before going up on her tippy-toes and kissing him lightly on the lips. Falling back on the heels of her feet, she smiled when she saw the look on Caleb's face, and in that moment she knew he had felt it too. He felt the spark, maybe not as much she did, but in that brief moment, she felt a spark. In that one kiss. Seeing Caleb raise an eyebrow, she shrugged. "Hey, wanted to see if the spark was still there without the alcohol," smiling she walked away. "And I have to say, I'm not impressed."

Caleb chuckled at Prue and shook her head, of all the people he had had to fall for a Halliwell, didn't he. "Well, I'll have you know, you were never Wyatt's geeky baby cousin to me," he said truthfully. Seeing Prue turn around and smile at him, he frowned. "What?" He asked.

Prue smirked and placed her hands on Caleb's chest and gently pressed him back until he was up against her bedroom door. Smiling, Prue hesitantly brought her lips up to Caleb's and brushed their lips together lightly a few times before she caught his bottom lip between her teeth. Hearing a deep rumble of pleasure come from Caleb's throat, a plan formed in Prue's head and she reached behind him and gripped the door handle and turned it slowly, only to chuckle when the half-manticore fell back and then looked up at her with a confused expression. "You want to be with me?" Prue asked, "then prove it," seeing Caleb blink, Prue rolled her eyes. "You didn't think I was going to make these easy, did you?" She asked, waving her hand and slamming the door shut with her telekinesis before Caleb could say anything.

Starring at the closed door Caleb smirked and nodded to himself. "Okay then, Ladybug," he said slowly, his eyes still wide with amazement, not even registering the fact that men were like lambs being led to the slaughter when it came to the Halliwell women. "You want to play hard to get?" He asked, talking to himself. "Prepare to be teased," he said, a small smile on his face. "Game on," and with that he shimmered out.

-Fin-

With Special Appearances By :

Piper Halliwell (voice) ... Holly Marie Combs
Paige Matthews ... Rose McGowan
Henry Mitchell … Ivan Sergi
Victor Bennett … James Read
Sandra …Elizabeth Dennehy
Natasha Simms ... Kelly Carlson
Young Emily Simms ... Elle Fanning
Sandra 'Sandy' Martin ... Conchita Campbell
Caitlyn Halliwell-Johnson ... Matreya Fedor

- Watch Out For The Next Episode : 1x06 : Witch Hazel -

Author's Note : So Prue is playing hard to get, for now at least. Come on, I wasn't about to make this easy, it's me! Well, this marks the end of yet another episode, and I'm kind of sad, but then I remember that I can write another episode and I become that much more happier! Aha, isn't it great? But before that story is posted, I want you to please review. Got it? Get it? GOOD! Aha, honestly, please review.