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The next day Wyatt barely showed any sign of acknowledging Chris's existence. So much so that even Piper and Leo noticed. They couldn't get a straight word out of Chris either, when Piper asked him about his outburst the night before, all she received in return was huffing, puffing and no real answers. When they asked Wyatt about Chris, it wasn't much better, his only answer was "…Chris, who is Chris?" Leo, unlike his wife, had decided against intervening, knowing his boys as well as he did, he knew they would sort the problem out between themselves eventually, and had managed to convince Piper to give them some space for a while.

To make matters worse, Wyatt had decided to invite Isabelle over on Saturday to make up for the dinner. When Chris found out about it, this turned into a sleepover. Chris was so angry about this he lost control of his emotions so badly that his powers began playing up, making every electrical appliance in the house go haywire, electrocuting every occupant of the manor whenever they tried to use anything electrical.

Chris took a deep breath, trying to keep himself from blowing her up, when he saw her cuddling close up to Wyatt on the sofa watching TV, in Chris's spot; smiling and planting soft kisses on his lips whenever he looked down at her. He knew tonight's dinner was destined to become a blood bath if he didn't find a way out of the house, so he decided to go out for the evening, on his own, for the first time in a long time.

He and Wyatt had gone out together rather often before at the weekends when everyone else was in, giving them some privacy, but always stayed in for the quiet weeknights when most people in the house weren't likely to get in until midnight or later, giving them plenty of privacy for the evening.

Chris remembered the last time Wyatt decided to prepare him a romantic meal. Everything always had to be perfect. The roses, the candlelit sunroom, making the evening glow majestically, and the food, well, it was wonderful. Until Chris got food poisoning the next day for eating a meal that hadn't been cooked properly. Wyatt was a lousy cook, Chris knew this, but he didn't want to hurt his feelings, so he ate it regardless of any possible health risks, which now he thought of it were inevitable. He was still thankful for it all the same; he was so touched that Wyatt had gone to such trouble, trying to make it as perfect as he could for him, trying to spoil him rotten; taking care of him, carrying out his every request, even tucking him in at night. He would have liked a little more than just that, but their parents were home, restricting their activities somewhat.

"MOM, I'M GOING OUT," Chris shouted, burying his thoughts inside as Wyatt and Isabel looked at him.

"BUT DINNERS ALMOST READY," Piper shouted back from the kitchen.

"WELL I'M NOT HUNGRY," Chris hollered before slamming the door on his way out. He jumped down the stone steps two at a time, shuddering in the cold as the wind swept through his hair, chilling him slightly, and making him pull his jacket and scarf in around himself tighter. Chris didn't know where on earth he was going, he didn't much care either, all he knew was that he was getting drunk tonight, consequences be damned.

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"Sorry pal, your name isn't on the list," Said the new security guard at P3 as Chris raised his eyebrows at him, surrounded by others either making their way in or stuck in line behind him waiting to be checked in.

Chris had just arrived at his mother's club after spending four hours orbing almost all over the world. He'd ate dinner at China town in Hong Kong, popped over to Spain for a spot of sunbathing, dropping by in Italy for a bite of pizza, a single slice being all he could afford by that point, as well as deciding to flirt with a few of the attractive young women he ran into on his travels. Then he finally decided to carry out his plan to get drunk and came back to P3. He could've gone to any number of other clubs all over the place but would rather not take the risk. Getting drunk in a foreign country, he knew, would be rather unwise. It would be like inviting any demon on that particular continent to slit his throat while he couldn't properly defend himself. So, he decided, in the interests of safety P3 would be the place he would be passing out in tonight, knowing that the guys there would just phone his home to let his parents know if he needed help getting there.

Right now, however, he felt like having this new security guard sacked for not recognising him. "Sir, could you move aside, please, so that the others can get through." He said, trying to brush Chris aside, the young man's eyes nearly popping out in outrage.

"Do you know who I am?" Chris asked as people filed passed, the guard looking as though he couldn't care less. Safe to say he was pissed, as he tried to make his way in, but the guard moved to block him again.

"I'm sorry," The guard said, "I'm going to have to ask you to leave".

Chris looked at his tag before addressing the man. "Listen Bob," He hissed, folding his arms over his chest. "My mom owns this place."

"Yeah right," Bob said, chewing his gum while nodding people in. Chris was no doing his best to resist the urge to blow this fatso's ass into oblivion. "Hey, I'm sorry dude, but can you stop wasting my time and just go."

"Yeah, go on, try bossing me about," Chris said looking at the guard. "Cause this is the last day you are going to be working in this club ever again." At that moment, Wyatt and Isabel came along smiling; the guard took one look at them and let them enter immediately. All Chris could do was roll his eyes.

"You let him in, but not me?" Chris said raising his voice as the guard carried on ignoring him and letting other people in. "I swear to god, you better let me in or…"

"Or what?" Bob said, looking into Chris's eyes firmly, showing that he meant business, and could kick Chris's ass right this second if he wanted to.

"What part don't you get?" Chris shouted as Wyatt came out.

"What's the problem here?" Wyatt asked the guard as Chris growled.

"Nothing big," Bob said looking at Wyatt before turning back to trying to deal with Chris. "This kid is trying to get a free pass, claiming to be your brother, or Piper Halliwell's son."

"Well I am, you idiot," Chris hissed as Wyatt looked at him then at Bob.

"Hey mind your language, alright," Bob warned and Chris started opening and closing his mouth repeatedly like a goldfish. "So do you know this kid?"

Wyatt looked at Chris then back at Bob and shook his head. "Nope, never seen him in my life." He said, as Bob nodded, and went back inside. Chris just stood there, shocked by the words his brother spoke. He'd just left Chris hanging out there. How could he do that? The guard chose that moment to snap him from his thoughts.

"You heard him, get out of here," Bob said, as Chris glared at him before turning back an pushing his way through the crowd, his anger turning to tears that blurred his vision as he made his way down the street.

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Chris pounded open the Manor's front door with bang loud enough to wake the dead as he stumbled in, looking quite lost.

"hoo thurned off the lights," Chris mumbled to himself, peering around in the darkness, blinking violently, trying to see his surroundings more clearly. Walking slowly, his hands out in front of him, Chris managed to make his way half way in, then he fell flat on his face as the lights were turned on. He looked up to see his mother standing in the foyer, an angry glare set firmly in place upon her features.

"M-mom…." Chris said, trying to get up, but everything around him seemed to spin, dangerously dancing in front of his eyes, forcing him to have to crawl toward his mother instead.

"Chris, have you got any idea what time it is?" Piper said, helping her son up as he swayed side to side on his feet, holding her left hand firmly.

"No…" Chris slurred, shaking his head like a child, trying to smile as she growled.

"Its three in the morning! Where the hell have you been?" Piper asked, knowing the answer already as she took in the state of her son.

"I- I'm…um…sowwie…"Chris said, looking around to see Wyatt standing on the stairs half-naked, with Isabel on his arm. His apologetic guilt instantly turned into anger. "NOOO…I am…not….Cause itz ur fault." Chris slurred, pointing his right hand at Piper who blinked in surprise.

"Mine, Chris…" She began, but Chris put a finger to his lips, indicating for her to silence.

"I am Speakin…" He said, shaking his head before pointing a finger in the air. "hoo…owns that club? Huh? U orrrrrr misster twize blezed ova…there?" He asked, jabbing his finger in her chest, drunkenly.

"Chris, what are you talking about?" Piper asked, bemused at the speech her youngest was trying to deliver. She was shocked beyond belief, never before had she seen her son this drunk.

"Shuuuhhhhh…I am still talkin ere…" Chris said placing his finger upon her lips, trying to silence her. "Ur son dere….kicked me out…" He said, jabbing his finger on the table next to him. "Um….oof thah club….uuuu….own," He continued, jabbing Piper with his finger this time. "Sooo…..am I noth…ur son?…tell me….am I or noth?"

"Chris, sweetie, you are obviously way too drunk to think properly," Piper said, as Chris's knees hit the floor and shocked him at the sudden pain in his knees.

"Owww…why you hateh me…" Chris cried as Piper pulled him up.

"Sweetie, I don't hate you," Piper said as Chris sniffed.

"Then…why u pushed me?" Chris cried like a child, as Piper stared at him in surprise. "You hateh me….Juss like Wy…" Chris sniffed in, and right then emptied his stomach all over her and the floor, as darkness enveloped him.

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