Chris sat in the kitchen, staring at the table.
"Chris?" a sleepy voice asked. The voice emerged from the shadows. Phoebe.
"Hi," he said.
"What're you doing up?"
He shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. You?"
"Just woke up and felt a little thirsty," she said, staggering towards the cabinet and finding two cups. She yawned and poured two glasses of water, setting one before Chris and sitting across from him.
"Thanks."
"You feeling okay?"
"About what?"
Phoebe shrugged. "You were pretty upset earlier. Feeling any better?"
Chris shook his head.
"Look, I know you don't like talking about the future but as your aunt, if you wanna talk, I'm here."
A small half-smile crossed his lips. "Thanks, Aunt Phoebe."
She nodded, frowning. "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I'm not sure. I just get that whole incredibly sad and mourning feeling from you. So whatever or whoever it is that you're thinking about, I'm sorry."
"Thanks. Me too."
Phoebe reached across the table and squeezed his hand. Her eyes closed as the premonition hit.
A demon hurled the girl across the room. She hit the wall and slumped to the ground. A young Chris hurled a vial at him, vanquishing him in an instant. A blonde boy who appeared slightly older than Chris ran to the girl's side. Holding his hands over her, he let the healing golden glow flow from his hands. She sat up, rubbing her head.
"Thanks, Wy," she said.
"You okay?" Chris asked.
She nodded.
Chris jerked his hand back and orbed out before Phoebe could ask questions.
"Wait, your premonitions usually about things that have already happened?" Paige asked.
"Yes. But even though it's already happened for Chris, it hasn't happened in our time. So Phoebe's premonition, technically, is of a future event," Leo said.
"You think that's the event he tried to stop?" Piper asked.
Phoebe shook her head. "Couldn't have been. Wyatt healed her, so she was fine."
"So what do we got?"
"We got nothin'. Demon. Kills witches and innocents."
"Great. That narrows it down," Piper muttered. She winced.
"You okay?" Leo asked, instantly at her side to help her into a chair.
"Fine. Just another kidney shot from one of the babies."
Leo gave a little smile. "I still can't believe we have a daughter too."
"For a while, anyway," Piper said.
"Don't think about that. Chris came back for a reason. To save her and Wyatt. We'll make sure that happens. Our children will be fine."
"I hope you're right."
Leo hesitated and slipped an arm around her shoulders. Piper stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, leaning towards him. She smiled when she felt him kiss the top of her head.
Chris stood in the doorway, watching his parents before clearing his throat, making his presence known.
"Chris, hey."
"What's the verdict? You figure out which demon's behind the attacks?"
"No," Piper said with a sigh.
"Mom, why don't you go lay down and rest?"
"Because I'm fine."
Leo frowned. "Honey, I think Chris might be right. Why don't you go lie down? Just for a little bit."
She rolled her eyes but stood up. "You both are way too overprotective."
Piper leaned down and kissed Leo's cheek. She hugged Chris as she passed him. "Don't worry so much," she said.
Chris nodded and watched her head up the staircase. Leo studied his son's expression.
"You worried about her or someone else?"
Chris didn't answer.
"No consequence question," Leo said. "What's her name?"
Chris looked at him for a moment.
"What? We know your name. Chris is your name, right?"
He nodded.
"Okay, so what's hers?"
"Melinda. We call her Lina."
"Melina and we call her Lina?"
Chris shook his head, a small grin crossing his face. "Wyatt couldn't pronounce Melinda and so he just called her Lina and it caught on."
Leo smiled. "Lina. My daughter, Lina. And my sons, Chris and Wyatt."
Chris nodded slowly. "Yep."
"She hate me too?"
Chris shook his head. "No. No, she doesn't."
Leo nodded. "There any way I can get you to not hate me?"
"You know I can't tell you that."
"Chris, please. I'm your father. I want to be a good father."
"It's not a matter of being a good father."
"Then what is it a matter of?"
"You figure it out," he said and orbed out.