True Lies

Summary: Mel's life is turned upside down when she finds out her mother was a Halliwell witch. She meets her cousins, but closes her self off from the world. When Chris comes to the past, though, she begins to open up again. Why?

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN IT! Chris would still be there if I did. BTW, I don't own the songs either.

Rating: PG13

Setting: Nearing the end of season five and on into season six.

AN: Okay once again this is fan fiction and it definitely doesn't go along with the show completely, there will be slight differences.

A new point of view

A walk in your shoes

I wish I could get inside your head

To see what you see

When you look at me

'Cause I could've lived your life

Instead

Instead

Stacie O'Ricco

Chapter 6

The "TALK"

LAST TIME:

"Chris, we need to talk."

His puzzled look couldn't be hidden until he saw the spell she held in her hand. The look in her eye told it all. She knew.

Now to continue…

CHRIS's POV

I looked in her eyes and it was clear. She knew who I was, the truth. Not the lies that I had fed the sisters. She had always been the observative one. Mel was always so willing to see beyond what the rest of the world wanted to see.

The truth was that after the "Event," she had taken me in, adopted Prue and I. It had to have been a pain to deal with three teenagers and a baby by herself at such a young age. She handled it though, and never ever complained about it.

I watched her as she looked at me. She shouldn't know. As much as I wanted, no, needed her right now. I couldn't let her into my world. I had to save Wyatt, no other choice.

"Why didn't you tell me, Chris?" She looked utterly baffled.

I had never been able to lie to her, not without her knowing. Nothing had changed and she would know. I don't think I had ever been happier to hear Aunt Phoebe call for me. "Phoebe's calling. I've got to go." With that I orbed out, letting myself off the hook, for now.

MELINDA's POV

After Chris's obvious brush-off, the week got extremely hectic. We found out that Piper's over peppiness and forgetfulness when it came to Leo was actually a spell that Leo cast. He had planned to slowly take it off as she learned to adjust, but Chris had neglected to let us know that Leo had been missing since he disappeared all those months ago.

Wow, it had been such a long drawn out process, getting him back that is. We found out that Leo had been sent to a place called Valhalla. It almost sounded like every man's dream from what they explained, considering they wouldn't allow me to go.

Let me backtrack a bit. Paige decided that Piper needed to get back her memories so that she could help get Leo back and stop acting so oddly. That plan completely backfired causing her to consequently lose ALL her memory.

It was then that they decided to pretend to be Valkyries under Chris's coercion. They rescued Leo, and Piper resisted the anger that seeing him again caused her by still being a Valkyrie. Leo and Chris had some hand-to-hand combat going on.

Everything got back to normal, or at least what passed for normal in the manor. Leo made known his apparent dislike for the neurotic white lighter that supposedly put him in Valhalla.

A couple of days later I sat on a bench in the park. Chris was still ignoring me. I wondered briefly why he must've hated me. It was obvious that he and his parents didn't get along, although it could've been that he didn't want to risk loving them again. I mean I can't say I didn't understand that. What would I do in his situation?

One other thing bothered me. I seemed to be so young to have children that old. I shook that off though. The truth was that all of this scared me. As much as I fight and fuss with Piper, she had been the one holding my life together as of late.

I was so heavily in thought that I didn't even notice Chris sit beside me. If I 'd realized it, I would've dried my tears. I hated people seeing me cry. I felt so weak that way, so broken. It was my job to fix myself, not anyone else's, but there I was next to my future adoptive-son and second cousin showing just how weak I was.

His voice brought me out of my reverie, "Are you okay?"

I jumped at the sound, then answered, "I'm fine."

His solemn voice came through next, "I don't think I've ever seen you cry."

"I don't often." My simple reply was so true. I don't cry. I plan and I fix things. Even if the problem was me. My mother had once caught me before I jumped off the ledge on our apartment. It had been my way of fixing the situation. I couldn't be such a disappointment if I wasn't there.

"I'm sorry." OoookAY?

"For what?" His reaction made me wonder if he was okay.

"I just couldn't figure out what to say." I took a deep breath. Thank goodness he isn't a mind reader.

"I can't tell you much." He stated, wisely not using his catch phrase as of late.

"I saw a lot on my own. You have one messy room." It was an attempt to make him laugh, and it worked.

"Usually it's not. You grow up with Piper long enough.." He trailed off. It was then my turn to say I'm sorry, but he just brushed it off.

"You're Piper and Leo's second kid." The statement was answered with a small nod. "And I adopted you." Another nod came from the boy.

"Phoebe, Paige?" His eyes were cast downward answering my question, although he did start to say Future Consequences. I didn't have to wander about that one.

The next was something that I had gathered from all the given information that I really didn't expect him to answer one way or another. "Wyatt, he's…evil, isn't he?" I guess it's the fact that I'm just far enough away from the situation. "Yes." Wow, did his confirmation surprise me.

There was nothing I wanted to do more than to take away the pain from the boy's eyes, as I pulled his head into my shoulder and allowed him to cry. He did.

It was at that moment that I realized he was still a kid, not much older than I was. He had seen horrible things. He felt so fragile in my arms, so afraid. He cried for so long. For once he wasn't being neurotic or hiding like he loved to do, but a child who needed someone, anyone to understand. I wanted so much to help him, to take all the pain away.

I heard a muttered voice make its way up to me. "I love you. I missed you." I knew then that this would be all right. He would succeed and get his perfect world. He deserved it, and I would make sure that he got it.