Disclaimer: you must know by now

Thank you to my reviewers :D. Just to clear up any confusion on the fact that Melinda can throw fireballs - it's part of her telepathy. She can use the powers of the people she is fighting with or against, so could hook into the demons' fireball power. This does have limitations however, she can only use the powers if they are within the same vicinity to her, so she can see them, and if they are awake/conscious.

I'm sorry i didn't keep Melinda evil for longer, I just thought maybe it would take the emphasis off the actual story...but it still gets good from here...

Anyway, on with the story...and to find out who the future people are...maybe...

Who Are You?

Wyatt looked at the two strangers, confused at where they came from, he feared who they were. He looked between the two, they looked so similar. The girl had dark brown hair with mesmerising hazel eyes, eyes much like Melinda's. The boy was tall, already nearing Chris' height, and had dark blonde hair, and also had hazel eyes much like 'Peyton'. Peyton dressed quite fashionable, in her dark blue jeans and a dark green, low-cut top, she was cute too. The boy, Parker as the girl had called him, was dressed more scruffily, in sweats and a T-shirt, his dark-blonde hair mussed.

Chris was also staring at the two youngsters in confusion, but he was also trying to read their emotions. He suddenly felt a wash of sadness from the girl, but then anger. Why would she be angry? The boy on the other hand had no emotions coming from him. He was blocking his empathy power, so he looked at Melinda.

'The boy's blocking my powers, can you read anything?' He sent a telepathic message to his younger sister. Maybe it was just the fact that he was tired.

Melinda looked at the boy and concentrated on him, but she could not hear anything from him. The girl though, she could hear her thoughts.

Oh my God! She's here! The young girl was thinking, I wonder if she can tell who I am? That won't be good. Damn Peyton, put your block on. You're in a room with a telepath and an empath. And that was the end of the thoughts. Melinda shook her head, knowing Chris was still looking at her.

Piper looked at the two teenagers and could not stand and wait for an explanation, she obviously was not going to get one from these two strangers without initiating the conversation.

"Who are you, you better not be here to hurt my children because I swear I'll blow you to kingdom come."

"We're not here to hurt you." The boy quickly corrected that accusation, "We're friends, we're from the future. I'm Parker and this is Peyton."

"Don't tell them anymore than they need to know."

"They kind of needed to know that, Pey."

Piper watched in awe at the two teenagers, who fought like siblings, were they siblings?

"No we're not." Peyton answered the eldest Halliwell.

"You're a telepath." Piper looked at the girl. Peyton looked at the Charmed One and nodded her head.

"So, where are you from in the future?" Piper asked. She had not seen anybody come to the past since her youngest son did it 20 years ago to save his older brother.

"That doesn't matter," Parker shook his head, knowing if he said something he would get a mouthful from Peyton, "We're just here to tell you that the Charmed Ones and the Twice-Blessed are killed. It leads to the destruction of the world and we came back to save our future."

Piper still was not too sure about whether to trust them, but if they were here to save the world from being destroyed because of them dying…wait, she knew about her death, about Wyatt's death…

Chris heard about his mom and brother dying and felt his world was going to crash around him.

"When?" Chris asked, he started to feel Wyatt's fear and pain coming through, yet when he searched his mother's emotions they were calm, a little shaky but mostly calm, was she listening to what they were saying?

"The Charmed Ones die after I'm born," Peyton answered, "The Twice-Blessed in a few years time."

Wyatt sighed with relief, he was not going to die anytime soon, but his mother was…after the girl was born, but wait when was she going to be born?

"In about nine months time." Peyton looked at Wyatt and then to Melinda. Oh my God! Melinda thought and then put her hands to her stomach. She looked to the girl and then at Chris. Chris had realised the same thing as her, she could hear his thoughts and he had obviously felt her emotions.

Piper and Wyatt were still confused. If this girl was going to be born in 9 months, who were her parents? She was obviously a witch to come from the future.

"Actually," Peyton looked to Wyatt, "Half-witch, a quarter-mortal and a quarter-elder." A quarter elder, that was a little specific, so one of her parents was half-elder, the only person he knew was…

"Chris!" Wyatt looked shocked, "Chris is your dad."

Piper looked between Wyatt, Peyton, Chris and Melinda. Was her eldest boy right? No, he could not have been, that would mean Melinda was pregnant right now. Piper looked at her two younger children.

"Are you?" She asked them both, asking Melinda if she was pregnant and Chris if he was the father.

Melinda was like a deer in headlights, she had just seen her daughter grown up and now her mother was asking if she was pregnant, what did she think? Of course she was.

"But wait," Chris ignored his mother's question, "Who are you?" Chris looked straight at the young boy, who looked to the floor and then to Peyton. Peyton shook her head at the boy. The boy looked at Chris.

"I can't tell you," Parker answered, "Future consequences."

Piper nearly fell over with laughter. She remember when the past Chris had come back to save Wyatt, constantly saying 'future consequence', she absolutely hated that and now it was being thrown back at him, even though this was not the same Chris, but in someway he was. It was the same soul, her soul recognised his, but mannerisms were different. Parker must have been related to Chris in some way to get that line from him.

"What's so funny, mom?" Wyatt asked.

"Where did you hear that line, can I ask?" Piper asked the boy, still laughing.

"Why?"

"I just remember someone else saying that to me. You're not related to Chris in any way are you?"

Chris looked at his mother, confused, how had she gone from future consequences to the boy being related to him. Oh, his other self going to the past, must have had something to do with that.

"Erm…"

"No," Peyton quickly answered for the boy, "He's just a very good friend of the family." Peyton answered that far too quickly for Piper's liking. He was somehow related she knew it, but she would not find out for a while.

"Ok," Piper sighed, "Well, we only have one spare room, so do you mind sharing."

"It's ok, Mom," Melinda piped up, "I'll stay in Chris' or over at Wyatt's and one of them can stay in my room."

Piper looked at her daughter.

"Well since Chris will only orb to you," Piper did not like the situation between her children yet but had agreed to try and understand, "Then you stay in Chris' room. Peyton if you take Mel's room I'm sure it'll be a little too girly for…Parker?

"Yeah, Parker." The boy smiled.

"I wouldn't be too sure." Peyton smiled, "About the room being too girly." Peyton winked at Piper and smiled, "But thanks really."

"C'mon, I'll show you where my room is." Melinda pulled Peyton out of the room, finding it creepy how her daughter was here, but older than she was.

"Erm…Chris, can you get Parker sorted out." Chris nodded his head and led the younger teenager out of the attic and down the hall.

"Mom, you trust them?" Wyatt looked at his mother. He knew about the other Chris too, but also heard that it took them months to find out who he really was.

"Peyton's Mel and Chris' little girl, my granddaughter, so yes I trust them."

Wyatt nodded his head, understanding.

"And don't worry about what they've said," Piper hugged her son, "They've warned us about it now, so we'll change it."

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Peyton looked around the room. It had not changed, well apart from the colour of the walls and the photos, but everything else was the same.

"So, how much can you tell me about the future?" She heard her young mother ask her, while she was making the bed. She had already noticed a man's T-shirt on the floor, and a male's trainers, and taking a guess that they were Chris' knew what had happened, and finally realised why her father was standing in the attic in just his jeans. Melinda's clothes were also thrown around the floor.

"Sorry," Melinda smiled as she saw Peyton looking at the clothes, "I wasn't expecting visitors."

Peyton laughed and sat on the newly made bed.

"I can't tell you much, future consequences and all, but if you ask me questions I'll let you know the answers if I can."

"How does my mom die?"

Peyton looked to the floor, tears in her eyes.

"You told us it was because of the Source," Peyton answered, "You told me that the new Source came shortly after my birth because of a prophecy and she died trying to save me."

"And what happened?"

"Well, she died, and it was up to Phoebe and Paige to try and vanquish the source because Uncle Wyatt and dad weren't ready."

"Was the Source vanquished?" Melinda asked in hope, and smiled seeing Peyton nod, but tears fell from her eyes. Melinda was taken back, she did not know what to do. She was younger than this girl.

Saved by the knock, Melinda sighed and opened the door to see Chris and Parker on the other side.

"Erm…Parker said he could feel Peyton." They had to be related in some way, they had a strong link.

"Pey?" Parker asked, walking into the room and sitting next to her, "What's up?"

"Just telling mom about…well…grandma."

"Oh." Parker nodded his head.

"She told you?" Chris asked Melinda, wrapping his arms around her when he saw her nod. Tell me in bed. Again, Melinda nodded her head.

"Why doesn't everybody get some sleep and we'll talk about it in the morning." Chris offered, showing that he was the oldest in the room, not by much though, his daughter was not that young. He could see it now, he could see Melinda's eyes, his hair colour, Melinda's smile, his nose, and Piper's cheekbones, which had been missed in both him and Melinda.

Chris pulled Melinda to his room, thinking of how long the day tomorrow would be.

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Leo sat at his desk, grading papers. He did not know what the time was, he knew it was late, but he could not go to the house yet. He had been avoiding it a lot lately, the past four months to be exact, when he and Piper had given in to Chris and Mel being together. He was not a fan of it, and still on some level found it disgusting and wrong. He could not be around them when they were so loved up with each other, although he was impressed with their restraint of holding back when anybody was around, it was just the fact he knew what was going on, and he could see in their eyes what they were thinking, he remembered that with Piper when they first fell in love, he still felt the same now.

"You need to come home." Leo heard his wife's voice. He looked up to see her stood there, arms folded.

"I've just got three more papers."

"Leo, there's a problem at the house, we have some visitors," Piper had come to find her husband to tell them about the future people, but realised that with the way she started she had feared Leo, maybe he should be scared after what she had found out, "Two teenagers from the future. And one of them is Chris and Mel's daughter."

That was the last thing Leo needed to hear right now, but if they were from the future they were here for a reason.

"Why are they here?" Leo asked, putting his pen down and concentrating solely on his wife.

"Something about us dying. Me, Phoebe and Paige I mean." Piper explained, deciding to leave the fact about Wyatt dying out. It was bad enough having to tell him that she was going to die.

Leo shot up from his seat quickly.

"Do you know how? Who?"

"Not yet, I sent them to bed, time travel can be a little tiring, we should know that. We'll find out tomorrow, but I need you home."

Leo nodded, he understood, he would find out first thing in the morning.

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The next morning had been hectic. As soon as Piper had risen from her sleep, she phoned Phoebe and Paige to come over, alone. Peyton and Parker were talking secretively, Wyatt had explained everything to Bianca so she was over to, and Mel and Chris were still amazed that their daughter had come from the future. Once everybody was in the living room, Piper asked Peyton to start.

"Well," Peyton started, "All I can tell you is that after I'm born the Source will attack. He manages to kill you, Piper, when you're saving me."

"Why does this Source want you?" Paige asked.

"To turn me evil, mom told me about a prophecy that I was meant to destroy the world, but she and dad tried everything to stop it from coming true, and look at me now." Mel turned away from her at that point, she had killed her first baby, and now she was looking at her daughter to see that she was not evil, that Chris was right in the first place, their love could stop the baby from becoming evil. She was the evil one.

Chris could sense Melinda's guilt and pulled her towards him.

"Wait, you said all the Charmed Ones died, right?" Wyatt asked his niece, who was so much like both Melinda and Chris.

"Yeah, once the Source killed Piper, Phoebe and Paige went to try and vanquishing him since you and dad weren't ready for it. He killed them in front of everybody."

"And then I died."

Leo looked at his eldest son, Piper had failed to mention Wyatt was going to die too.

"Not straight away, you and dad had managed to scare him off with the help of mom," Peyton explained to her uncle, "You could fight him off just never vanquish him. You and dad thought you had enough power that you went to vanquish him. I remember it so clearly…

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A four-year-old Peyton Helena Halliwell was in her bed, it was way past her bedtime but she could not sleep. She could hear her mom and dad outside of her room, talking…well, actually, arguing. She curled up in a little ball hoping that they were not going to split up. She loved both of her parents so much, she could not see them separated, they had overcome so much to be together, even Peyton understood that.

She closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep, as her bedroom door opened slightly.

"Peyton, baby, are you awake?" It was her father, still she pretended to be asleep, this was it, he was going to tell her that he was going to leave.

"Peyton honey, wake up." She felt her dad's hands shake her slightly. She pretended to wake up.

"Daddy? Daddy, I don't want to get up yet." She sensed her dad smiling, but she also sensed sadness, Peyton opened her eyes fully and looked at her dad, as he pulled her onto his knee.

"Now Peyton, I need you to understand something. I'm going away for a while," she knew it, he was leaving them, "I need you to look after mommy ok. Aunty Bianca will be here because Uncle Wyatt is coming with me." Wait, Uncle Wyatt was leaving Aunty Bianca too, now that did not make sense. Peyton looked up to her father, confused.

"What's going on, daddy? What's wrong? Are you leaving mommy?" but her father shook his head and pulled her close. He was really sad now, she could feel so many emotions coming through. She had only been an empath for a month and was struggling to control it. She could feel his sorrow, fear, anger, love…everything. This was something bad, something worse that him leaving them.

"I have to go away, but I want you to know that I love you lots and lots and that I will see you as soon as I can. I want you to be a good girl for mommy and if she's crying give her a big big hug and tell her how much you love her. I need you to be strong ok?" Peyton nodded her head, something really bad was happening.

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"Peyton?" she heard Parker's voice and then an arm wrap around her.

"I'm ok, just thinking of…you know," then she looked at her uncle Wyatt, "When you and dad went off to vanquish the Source, you managed it but it cost you your life at the same time." And Peyton remembered seeing her dad when he returned.

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It had only been a few hours since her dad had left her. She had just finished lunch when she saw his blue orbs enter the kitchen.

"Daddy!" She called and ran to him. Suddenly there was the sound of her mom running in.

"Did you do it? Is he gone? Where's Wyatt?"

That was when Peyton knew, her dad's emotions were full of sadness, grief, self-doubt, self-blame. She backed away, wishing the emotions to go away, but they would not. Her mom picked her up as she started to cry and then asked about Uncle Wyatt again.

"He's gone, Melinda." Her father managed to choke out a reply, he was crying. He dropped to his knees as he cried. Peyton had never seen her father like this, he was the strong one, he was the one that never showed how he felt. He never ever cried, unless something was terribly wrong like when Aunty Phoebe and Aunty Paige had gone to see Grandma in the place with the clouds.

"What do you mean?" She heard her mother's voice, starting to crack.

"We vanquished the Source, but Wyatt was hit by something just before it and he was killed. I tried to save him, I did, but I couldn't. I'm not powerful enough, it's all my fault."

Peyton felt herself being put on the floor and her mother hugged her father.

"It's not your fault." Now mommy was upset too, "It's not, baby, really. Everything happens for a reason, right?" That was when Peyton decided to ask the question she was dreading.

"Is Uncle Wyatt with Grandma?"

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Peyton felt Parker's arms wrap around her as she remembered seeing her parents so upset, angry and worst of all defeated. That was the beginning of a downfall for the powers of good.

"Ok, we won't let that happen." Piper explained.

"What can we do, Piper?" Phoebe asked her eldest sister, still trying to figure out who Parker was, he reminded her of someone, but could not yet place it.

"We go and find the Source now."

"No!" Chris shouted to his mother, making everybody jump, "If you go now the Source will kill you. Like Aunt Prue said, this fight is for me and Wyatt."

Wyatt looked to his younger brother, he had grown up so much in the past six months. He wondered whether the thought of going to college and his up-coming birthday where he would be out of the teenage years were causing this.

"That's it, I'm not going to college, I'll take an extra year. This family is more important than my education."

Piper wanted to argue but her eldest son cut her off.

"As much as I hate to admit it, Chris is right, mom," Wyatt looked between his niece and her 'friend', Chris and his mother, "Me and Chris need to start training now. We will do this, not you. I will not see you die, not yet." Wyatt had tears in his eyes, his own death no longer scared him, but losing his mom did. She had been his rock through everything, she was there for him, he could talk to her about anything, he was not about to lose her.

"But what about you?" Melinda asked quietly.

"Like your daughter said, we weren't trained enough and by the sounds of it we still weren't, but we will be. We will get him before Peyton's born."

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The next few months were hard. Chris' birthday came and went, he was not bothered by it, the upcoming threat of the Source was more important. He and Wyatt trained like there was no tomorrow.

Melinda, by this point, was five months pregnant, and not happy. Peyton and Parker were still in the past, helping them as much as they could but with Peyton only a baby and Parker not born, they did not know everything, and they still did not know who Parker really was. She felt a kidney kick and grabbed her side, just as Piper and Leo had come to talk to her.

"Are you ok, sweetie?" Piper asked her daughter, who seemed to be in some kind of pain.

"Just a kidney swipe," Melinda answered and then looked at her daughter, "Do you play soccer or something?"

"Or something." Peyton smiled smugly as Piper and Leo sat next to their daughter.

"We were just thinking darling," Leo started, "Maybe it's not safe for you here. You know with the demon attacks and Chris and Wyatt's training…"

"Dad, what are you getting at?"

"Well, with Peyton messing around with your powers," Melinda listened to her father and then gave Peyton an unimpressed glare, she had tried to use her telepathy against a demon, but instead of using the said demon's energy balls against him, she conjured a bunch of flowers - not so great when you're up against a pwoerful demon, "We thought it might be best for you at Magic School."

"I'm not going to Magic School!" Melinda shouting, feeling like she was actually overreacting, but could not help it, "I hate Magic School at the best of times, I can't stay there forever."

"Just until the Source is vanquished." Piper stroked her baby's hair and pulled her into a hug.

"Mom, it might be best." Peyton agreed, "Come on, it's not like you can't see dad." Melinda rolled her eyes, she had not seen her lover for days now. He was always training. He even missed Melinda's 17th birthday to train with Wyatt. It would not have really bothered her if he had at least got her a card of something but she actually thought he had forgotten about her, and their daughter she was being nice enough to carry.

Finally giving in, she stood up.

"I'll go and pack some things." Melinda started, but was stopped by Peyton.

"Me and Parker will do it, you can tell us what you want."

And with that Peyton orbed herself, Melinda and Parker to Melinda's bedroom.

"Why is Mel going to pack?" Chris asked, as he entered the living room, taking a break from training.

"Oh, she's going to stay at Magic School sweetie, just until the Source is vanquished." Chris nodded understanding why his father had sent her to Magic School. Even though he could see a breathing, talking (a little too much), walking Peyton, they could not take any chances.

"Chris sweetie?"

"Yeah mom?"

"Come and sit with us."

Chris did as he was told, but was anxious to get back to training.

"When was the last time you spoke to Mel? And not just hello, but actually spoke to her, kissed her properly…" Chris turned away, he knew he had been concentrating on training a lot, but it must have been recently…then he realised.

"How pissed is she with me?"

"She's not, she understands, but you have to make time for her, you can't keep training, going after demons, trying to find the Source. Wyatt makes time for Bianca, so you have to do it for Melinda. She needs you at the moment with being pregnant…"

His mom was right.

Leo looked at Chris, realising he was growing up to be the neurotic whitelighter that they had met so many years ago. The young man that came back to save his brother from turning evil, now he was doing everything he could to save his brother from death.

"I'll go and see her now."

Chris guiltily orbed up to Melinda's bedroom to find Peyton and Parker trying to pack a suitcase and Melinda sat on a bed, telling them what she wanted.

"Hey you." Chris smiled weakly at her, wondering to himself when her stomach got so big.

"You not training?" Melinda said quite coldly. Her hormones were getting the better of her, even though she tried not to let them.

"Can you two give me and Mel some time alone, please?" He asked his daughter and friend. Both agreed, leaving the room, so Chris could shut the door and sit on the bed next to his lovely girlfriend.

"What's wrong? You got bored of the demons?"

"Mel, don't be like that, I'm doing this for us."

"No, you're doing it for your own pride."

"I'm trying to save our family." Chris tried to stay calm, he knew that hormones were playing a part in Melinda's mood, but he could not stay calm.

"Fine." Melinda said and started crying.

"Hey, don't be like that." Chris said, putting his arms around Melinda's waist from behind her, feeling the baby bump.

"How long have we got?"

"You'd know if you were around," Melinda looked into the emerald eyes and softened slightly, "Three and a half months." Great, he had three and a half months to kill the Source. No, he should not be thinking about the Source right now, it should be all about Melinda.

"Go back to your training." Melinda rubbed her temples.

"No, I'm going to spend some time with you. Wyatt finds time for Bianca so I should find time for you."

Chris saw Melinda close her eyes, and grab her stomach in pain.

"Are you ok? Is the baby…?"

"It's ok, Chris. If you were around lately you'd realise that our little girl is trying out for the soccer team," Melinda smiled at her lover and took his hand, "Here, feel." She placed his hand on her stomach.

Chris could not feel anything at first, and was somewhat confused, but then he felt movement and then a kick. He could not believe it, he could feel the life inside Melinda, which made him realise how much he had missed. Suddenly there was a crash from downstairs, making Chris and Melinda look at each other in shock.

"Stay here." Chris quickly said and ran out of the room, leaving Melinda alone.

As Chris got to the stairs he saw Bianca being thrown across the dining room table, then Parker being thrown through the wall into the conservatory. As he got to the bottom of the stairs he saw Peyton and Wyatt fighting three ugly looking demons and his mom and aunts fighting two demons. He ran to help his brother and daughter as Peyton stumbled back into him.

"Whoa, I got you." Chris smiled, as she found her ground and went back to the demon, vanquishing it.

"Enough!" Wyatt shouted in a commanding voice, as everybody looked at him slightly shocked. Wyatt held out his hands and all the demon disintegrated.

"Wyatt?" he heard an unsure voice coming from his mom, but Wyatt did not answer, he just ran to Bianca to heal her. Peyton ran to Parker to heal him, and Chris followed, to see all of Parker's wounds had healed by themselves and he was just standing up.

"Did I get thrown though a wall again?" Parker asked as if it was a normal occurance.

"Yes, sweetie, you did." Peyton smiled and helped him to his feet, "For a second I thought you were too unconscious to heal yourself."

"He can self-heal?" Chris asked, slightly surprised.

"He's got some major power," Peyton nodded, "Just doesn't know how to use it all yet. After all, he is only 14."

"But there's only one witch that I know that can self-heal and that's Wyatt."

Peyton looked away from Chris, and then he realised who exactly he was, and how his daughter and the young teenager were related.

"He's my nephew, isn't he?"


Raise you hand if you realised who future boy really was. I know some people were thinking Mel and Chris' son.

Anyhoo, we've come to the end of another chapter so...you all know what's coming...review:D