Okay so

Okay so. I received a PM and some comments about a few inaccuracies and would like to apologize for any confusion it may have caused you...its really just two or three typos, but to make sure that we're all on the same page, they are in the future at the moment. However, the past they left was roughly June 2003, about five months after Wyatt was born. There have been points where those in the future have speculated differently, but it's mostly just because no one but the Charmed One's know the exact date from which they left. In the future, it's roughly June of 2025, cause Chris is 20, and will be turning 21 in October of that year. I figure it's about 2 or 3 months before Chris would've come to the past. Okay, so I hope I cleared any confusion I may have caused.

Also, I'm so sorry with how long it's taken to get a new chapter up, but I'm so busy with my final semester of college right now; I have this huge project that is taking up all of my time, not to mention work...so it's gonna be slow until graduation. But I am still excited about this story and I know how I want it to go and even end, so it will get done-I promise. For now, here's the next update. I hope you all enjoy :)

It was late by the time Parker made his way back to the club hideout. The bar was dark, but he knew his way around well enough he could walk it blind if he needed to.

He maneuvered his way to his room and sighed as he closed the door behind him. He was happy to have escaped his older cousin. He and Chris had always been close after Wyatt had gone south. Prue had their youngest sister; Cary had Callie, which left the two of them to each other. Chris worried about him more, because he felt there was more to lose there, but Parker knew he could take care of himself. And if he couldn't, he could always call for help.

He sat on his bed with a sigh, relieved to be going to bed. It was almost 1 in the morning-he had been gone for three hours and was just happy to be getting some sleep after the turbulent day they'd had. He lay down, not even getting under the covers or changing.

"Welcome home."

Parker closed his eyes. "Crap."

The light came on, and Chris sat across from the twin bed in an armchair, which was most of everything that fit in the cramped room. Parker sat up and ran a hand over his head.

"Where were you all night?" Chris asked, face hard and serious. "You know how dangerous it is out there right now."

"I'm not the one they're looking for." Parker pointed out. Chris scowled.

"But they'd take you; if anything, to use as bait." He leaned forward in his seat. "Now I'll ask again. Where were you?"

"I was meeting with an informant, okay? He had some good information on Wyatt." Parker replied petulantly.

Chris stared at him, considering the admittance. Parker's face was serious and irritated and he decided he believed him. But it wasn't the only thing he wanted to talk to him about.

"I talked to Max. Asked him to come and visit, so I could thank him."

Parker went stiff and looked away. "Oh really? That's...that's cool--"

"He had no idea what I was talking about." Chris interrupted flatly. "Said that he had been with Cary the entire time and only saw me when they got back here to check in."

Parker swallowed hard, feeling like his tongue had swelled up after swallowing a mouthful of sand. "Um...yeah..."

"Who brought me back here Parker?" Chris snapped. When his cousin didn't answer, he sighed hard. "It was him, wasn't it?"

He wasn't going to deny it. He wasn't going to lie in the face of an outright, direct question. "Yes." He whispered.

"God dammit Park! I told you to never call him!" Chris exclaimed.

"I didn't!"

"Then how did he know about what happened?"

"I don't know! Why don't you call him and work this out with him yourself? Cause I'm sick and tired of being your go between with your daddy issues! Christ!" He scoffed, rising as he removed his shirt to get into a sleep shirt, since he was now up and angry. "Poor you, Chris. Your Dad is still alive and cares about you. Sounds like the least of your problems to me."

Chris was too surprised to say anything back. Parker hardly ever fought with him, but it seemed the stress from the past few days had gotten to him. He stayed silent for a few moments and younger man didn't say anything as he changed with punctuated movements.

"I'll let you sleep." He replied finally, rising from the armchair. "But I'd like to know what that informant had to tell you, so we'll meet tomorrow."

"Fine." The shortness of his answer told Chris he was still stewing and probably would be angry until he fell asleep.

He headed to the room's door. "You know, I just worry about you. I'm sorry I came off so harsh."

"I know." His cousin replied, back still to the door. "Goodnight Chris. I'll see you in the morning."

"Night Parker." He clicked off the light and left, closing the door softly behind him and only then was he aware of the pit in his stomach growing larger and larger. Leo had come to his rescue, at great risk to himself. And if Parker hadn't called him, who had? Wyatt? Had his brothers' conscience maybe have gotten to him?

The thought was fleeting. There was no way his brother had sent their father after Chris. He mulled it over. Maybe there was a possibility his father looked over him, actually kept tabs on him. The thought made him feel a little bad; had his father actually been looking out over him all along, after he had been so hateful?

As he joined Bianca in their room, he crawled under the covers with the idea that he would, soon, meet with his father after so many years and have a talk with him. He would wait, however, until after the Charmed Ones were home, mostly for the fact that then, hopefully, things would calm down and not be so crazy.

He would later think to himself that he should've stayed awake. Popped some Red Bulls and a few potions, but it didn't matter. He had fallen into a dream filled slumber that night. Or rather, a nightmare.

He found himself in the Manor, years before when had still been able to call it home. His mother and aunts sat in the kitchen, arguing good-naturedly among them. He knew this story, yet there was nothing he could do differently.

He was the only one there; he approached his mother. "I want to help."

Piper, older than her Charmed self that was visiting now, turned to her son and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Chris, we've talked about this..."

"I'm ready!" He insisted. "I've been at Magic School for 2 years now. I'm at the top of my class. I could really help."

"Christopher Perry, I don't care."

"Mom, please." He asked. "These guys could be too much for only 3 of you to take on."

"All the more reason for me to not let you help."

"You'd let Wyatt do it if he asked." He replied, accusatory. She started, looking at her sisters. It was true, in a way. They all knew Wyatt was powerful, as well as extremely skilled, but even that didn't mean she'd be fine with Wyatt participating.

"That's not true. I don't want either of my sons in that kind of danger." He looked dejected, though and she sighed, always unable to completely say no. "But we're not going to confront them for another day or so. You're dad is busy today, so we can't bother him..."

Chris snorted. "When is he not 'busy'?" He sniped, using air quotes. Instead of his mother's usual slight nod when he aptly accused his father of something, she actually seemed to get angry.

"This is important, Christopher. And it's something you boys don't know about. He can't, and won't, be pulled away."

Her sharp tone struck him, but it stopped him from pushing further. "Never mind then. I didn't mean to push it."

His petulant tone softened her. "I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just very important that he goes to this...meeting." She shook her head. "Why don't you go upstairs and I'll call you down for dinner. I'm making your favorite."

He cracked a small smile. "Homemade mac and cheese?"

"Extra cheese."

He grinned bigger and kissed her quickly on the cheek, the argument set aside at the prospect of his favorite dish. "Thanks mom!" He took off, bounding up the stairs in two's.

Flash-forward; it was only an hour later that he heard a crash over the music coming from his ear buds. Curiously, he removed them, and could hear shouts and more crashes. As he suddenly felt a huge stress wash over him, coming from his mother. He immediately jumped from his bed, his stomach churning wildly with worry. He hardly ever was able to feel his mother's distress; it only came in extreme circumstances.

He orbed downstairs and materialized just in time to see an energy ball fly right at him. He hit the ground.

Piper noticed his arrival and worry overtook caution. "Chris! Back upstairs, now!"

"No! I'm gonna help you!" He rose to his feet, wide eyes taking in the scene. As of his arrival, it was 3 on 9. One more for them could help their odds. Against her wishes, he dug in.

They fought for a while, so long that they all last track of time and long enough so that Chris soon grew tired. And as he let his guard down for half a second was when it seemed to fall apart.

He was across the room, and it wasn't his fault. But what happened would haunt him for the rest of his life.

He heard the scream and his head snapped in the direction from where it came. He saw his mother, eyes wide and mouth open in shock grabbing her side, blood pouring out. He screamed her name; the world felt like it was moving in slow motion and he orbed to her side in time to catch her as she fell. He didn't even notice the demons.

As he lowered her to the ground, he noticed that Paige and Phoebe had dropped their guard as they realized what happened, staring in horror at the scene. The remaining demons took advantage of it. Phoebe, closest to Chris, didn't even see as the man in black threw an energy ball at her, hitting her just like his mother had been wounded. And he heard as another crept up behind Paige and snapped her neck like a twig.

"We're done here." One of them growled, and they vanished. It didn't really matter though; at the moment, it was all white noise. Chris could only stare at his mother, her face growing increasingly ashen, brown eyes wide and bright with tears. They soon rolled out of the corners of her eyes, and a wobbly smile appeared on her face as she mustered enough strength to talk to him for the last moments she drew breath.

"Oh baby," She whispered, raising a hand to his face to, rubbing it with her thumb. "You did so great. You helped so much..."

"But it's wasn't enough..." He choked on his words, realizing then that he was in mid sob. Over his shock, he thought to himself how ridiculous he was being. He should be calling for help. "Dad!! Wyatt!! I need you right now!!"

"Shh, no, Chris...there's not enough time. Just let me look at you." She smiled again, a dribble of blood escaping from the corner of her lips. He choke on a sob and grabbed her hand at his face, squeezing as if trying to transfer some of his life into her, non-verbally begging her not to go.

"No, no, no, no, no! I'm sorry, mom, I'm sorry I got in the way..."

"This is NOT your fault." She said with surprising strength for the state she was in. She took a deep breath. "You...are amazing; you are so talented, so gifted, so smart and so good. And I love you...I love you so...so..." Her voice faded and her eyes began to flutter.

"NO!" He yelled. Her eyes opened, staring almost confusedly, before focusing back on his. She smiled again, this time her teeth tinged red.

"Tell them I love them." She whispered. "I love you baby...so, so much."

Her eyes closed and she exhaled one last time. He stared for a few moments in shock and disbelief before lowering his head to her chest and sobbing into it, grasping her arms as if to awaken her with the pressure.

Coughing close by drew him from his anguish. He raised his tear soaked face to see his Aunt Phoebe struggling as well. He scrambled over; no one should have to die alone.

He knelt by her side and noticed her crying as well and he grabbed her hand, fresh tears rising. "Aunt Phoebe..."

"Is she...are they..." He began to cry again and she closed her eyes. "Oh jeez, we've made a real mess of things haven't we?"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

"Oh, Chris honey, not you...you did wonderful. We just..." She breathed in deeply, and he realized she only had a minute or so left as well. "Weren't prepared."

"Not you too. Please...we can't loose all of you. Not at once...please." He was pleading, but not really with her. He was praying that someone would hear him. Someone would grant this one thing he needed. She smiled sadly.

"We'll always be with you, Chris. You may not know it, but..." Her breathing hitched and her body stiffened. "Chris, tell my kids I love them. Tell Coop I love him, tell everyone I love them. And don't forget you...I love you."

"Aunt Phoebe, no..."

She smiled, feeling the life slipping from her slowly. "You were always one of my favorites."

He had to emit one small chuckle; it was a running joke among all the aunts, nieces and nephews. "You too."

"Me too..." She murmured, her eyes closing and her chest falling for one last time. He sat there, the corpses of his family surrounding him. He sat straight and still for a few moments, the shock and horror of it all washing over him, and he hung his head, crawled back over near his mother and cried.

"Chris?"

He shot up in bed, his pillow sweat soaked. He was gasping for air and he felt as if he'd been crying. He looked at Bianca.

"I was wondering when you were gonna have one." She whispered in a concerned tone.

He shrugged her off. "I'm fine." He stressed, jumping out of bed quickly and heading into his bathroom, slamming the door shut. She sat in the bed, staring down at the covers. He had been twitching in his sleep, moaning and eventually, she had seen the tears roll down his face. It had been awhile since he'd had a nightmare and relived that horrible day, but they all knew it was just a matter of time before another one presented itself, with the Charmed Ones being there and all.

She got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom, entering it when she heard the shower was running. Steam rose, fogging the mirror and glass sliding door. She stripped off her tank top and night shorts and slid the door open, gracefully stepping in behind his motionless stance as he let the water just wash over him. Without a word, she closed the door and wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his upper back.

With her arms around his torso and her head resting softly against him, he felt his stoic, harsh demeanor crumbling. Echoes of his aunts and mothers words to him bounced around inside until he felt like he would explode. He felt Bianca behind him, her hands moving soothingly on his chest and did all he felt like doing; he hung his head, letting the water flow all over him, and cried.

Later in the afternoon, Piper watched as the club became alive with numbers of Resistance members. They scoured charts, made potions, sat in groups chattering about what was to come, or what had happened.

Her eyes found her grown son. He moved around everyone, checking up on progresses before often going back to his own work. Bent over a large chart, it was almost as if he felt his eyes on her and he looked up, meeting her gaze. He frowned and turned his back to her.

She felt a stab on hurt. Earlier in the morning, when she had greeted him, he had ignored her, walking past with barely a glance. She had no idea what would've changed overnight. They had had such a good talk and as they had explored plans to return her sisters and her to their normal time, they had even joked and gotten along fine.

Her emotion must've been written on her face. "Don't take it personally."

She turned to see Bianca behind her. "How do I do that? Last night, he was fine with me...dare I even say happy to have me?"

"He's still happy to have you. He just doesn't show it as well as you'd like."

"So what? What did I do between last night and this morning?"

Bianca sighed; Chris was going to kill her. "You can't say anything about me talking to you about this. He'll flip a lid."

Piper nodded. "Fine."

"Okay." Bianca grabbed her hand and walked her to a corner of the club, out of the way of so many prying eyes. "Chris doesn't want you and your sisters to know the details of your...deaths. And I'm not going to tell you any of that. What I will tell you, is he was there with the 3 of you when you went, and he was alone." The look of horror on Piper's face hardly deterred Bianca. "So, then you guys got here, we all knew it was a matter of time before he started to have a nightmare."

"Nightmare?" She asked, confused and saddened.

"He relives it. It really upsets him, usually for days. It was only a matter of time, especially given what happened yesterday. Don't worry too much about it; he just needs to deal with it in his time."

Piper barely heard the rest as she stared at Chris past Bianca's shoulders. She could feel tears burning her eyes and she saw him look up at her once more, meeting her eyes for a moment as he held her gaze. He could see she was upset about something-and he saw Bianca near her, so he figured she had mentioned the dream-and he just stared back. For a moment, she saw a mournful expression pass across his face but it tapered away as quickly as it came. He turned away.

"That's horrible." She whispered, her eyes meeting Bianca's again. "Thank you, though, for letting me know. I'll try and stay out of his way until he's ready."

Bianca opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted as attention was drawn to Chris. He had dropped a glass, shattering it on the ground as the water spilled everywhere. His face morphed to a frown and his head whipped towards where Parker's room was. He stormed over in that direction, fury replacing the frown and he threw the door open with hardly any effort at all. Those near the room began to murmur.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" They heard Chris demand. While the sisters and Bianca couldn't see, the murmurings soon found their way to them. A teenage girl turned to them, blue eyes alight with the excitement of new drama and gossip.

"It's him, the elder. Chris' father!"

"Answer me. What are you doing here?" Chris demanded, now in the room with the door closed to keep prying eyes from watching. Parker sat on his bed, and Leo stood as far across the room as possible. He stared at his son, who had fury in his eyes, his expression hard and stony.

"He's the informant, Chris." Parker cut in. "He's the one with the information."

"Well isn't that convenient?" He sneered. "Piper's here and suddenly, he wants to help."

"It's not like that." Leo spoke, finally meeting his son's eyes.

"Bull. It's exactly like that." Chris shot back. Unable to hold his father's angst filled gaze much longer, he tore his eyes away and began to pace in the small area.

"It does involve them. But he wouldn't tell me why." Parker mentioned. "But why are you here? I thought I was going to talk to him first, then call for you."

Leo's face sagged and he seemed to be tired and hopeless. "Yeah, I know. But it seems that a few of Wyatt's clansmen showed up at our offices looking for me, so I need to stay low for awhile. Figured this was the best place for that."

Chris' head snapped up. "Up There? Looking for you?"

Leo nodded. "There was one girl who survived...a page. I got the story from her."

"What about everyone else?" Parker asked. Leo didn't reply; he just looked down.

"There was one girl who survived." Leo repeated. "Everyone else is gone."

"Why didn't Wyatt just come for you himself?" Chris asked, the discomfort of the situation forgotten at the moment. Leo shrugged.

"Apparently the clansmen were told to bring me to him. He wanted to talk...and I didn't get a good feeling from it."

"What would you have done to piss him off? I mean, you pretty much stay out of both of our lives." Chris sniped.

Leo looked at him, his eyes knowing and sad. Chris stared at him for a moment, truly unnerved by the emotion in his fathers gaze, and suddenly it struck him. Wyatt knew it was Leo that had saved him from the street. His brother had left him to die, wanted his weakness to overtake him, and suddenly, an outside variable changed all of it. More people were dead tonight, all because Leo had saved his youngest son's life. Chris looked away.

"Oh."

"It's not your fault." Leo filled in. Parker looked between the two, bewildered. He still had no idea what had gone wrong, until he kept looking between the two. Chris avoided his father's eyes while Leo looked like he wanted to comfort his son but couldn't. Then it struck him.

"Oh." He echoed Chris. He looked between the uncomfortable father and son pair and stood. "You know, I think you guys have some stuff to work out. I'm gonna go let everyone know what's going on, then we'll figure out the rest of everything when you're ready." Chris raised his eyes to his cousin.

No! Don't leave me alone with him!

Parker turned back to him, looking in his eyes. To Leo, it would look as if they were merely staring at each other, but he knew better; they were talking, most likely about him.

He's your dad, Chris. Work it out. I'll be back in a little bit.

Parker turned and left, leaving the pair by themselves in the small crammed room with little to do, and even less to say.

He exited the room, unexpectedly meeting the eyes of most of those from the Resistance. They stared at him with wide eyes for only a moment before they erupted into questions.

"Was it Leo?"

"What does he want?"

"What does Chris want to do?"

"Where's Chris?"

"What's going on?"

"Everyone be quiet!" Parker exclaimed. "Chris and Leo are busy for awhile. They deserve their privacy and due to the personal nature of this, we're going to resume this meeting later tonight. For now, if you all could go to the Wharf Center, we'll join you there later."

They didn't listen. They kept talking, exclaiming they had rights to know what was going on, and they wanted to know. He felt overwhelmed; he wasn't the head of this for a reason. He couldn't take the pressure or the expectation; he was only 17. He sighed and with a shake of his head, turned on his heel and walked away. When many made the effort to follow him, Bianca jumped into place.

"Everyone settle down! Now, this is what we're gonna do…."

Parker didn't hear the rest; he was already walking down a corridor that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Phoebe, naturally inquisitive, followed safely behind him. They seemed to walk for awhile as he muttered unintelligibly to himself, when he suddenly stopped and turned.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Following you. Didn't you all say it's safer we go places in pairs?" She asked. A smile pulled at the corners of his lips.

"You can't use our own rhetoric against us."

"Says who?" She asked in reply, a smirk settling on her face. He gave in to the smile and shook his head. He began to walk again, gesturing for her to fall in beside him. She smiled and joined him.

As they walked, making small talk, she began to pick up on little nuances and personality qualities that seemed familiar to her. Not for the first time, the thought crossed her mind that Parker may be closer to the family than just good friends. She tried to study him nonchalantly, looking at his face or his way of speaking.

After about a mile or so, the tunnel came to a flat dirt wall. They both stopped and Phoebe looked around, pursing her lips. "I guess we got to turn around then."

It was his turn to smirk. "You obviously are still new at this magic stuff." He turned to the wall.

"Barrier that keeps us here, Knowing something beautiful is near, Drop the wall and let us spy, the beauty that nature hides." The wall began to fade and disappeared into dust,

"Wow. Impressive."

"Yeah. I've learned from the best." He nodded, gesturing for her to walk first. She emerged to a small pond, surrounded by trees as it glistened in the sunlight. It seemed a world apart from the rest, an oasis in the middle of war torn San Francisco.

"Where are we?"

"Just a place, deep in the park. Wyatt knows about it, he just doesn't worry about it too much." He shrugged. "Plus, he's not too worried about me ever. With my passive abilities, I'm relatively harmless." He sat at the side of the lakes edge, picking up a stone and skipping it across the water.

"I don't know about that." Phoebe replied, sitting next to him. "You did a pretty good job on that wall."

"I guess." He replied with a shrug. "I appreciate my powers, even though they're not as active as everyone else's."

"I know how you feel." She said, trying to empathize with him. "I mean, you and I have similar abilities, and it wasn't until I began to levitate that I felt I really contributed to the group." She frowned in thought. "Can you levitate?"

"I have a couple more abilities you all don't know about. We all do." He replied, side stepping an actual yes or no reply. They sat in silence, which seemed what Parker had wanted to do. But, as he knew, Phoebe was not one who could tolerate stillness for long and within a few minutes, she began speaking once more.

"Were both your parent's witches and sorcerers? Magical at all?"

He slid a glance at her from the side. "You ask a lot of questions. Anyone ever tell you that?"

"Yeah, well. It's the only way to find stuff out."

"Just remember-curiosity killed the cat."

"But did you know satisfaction brought him back?" She asked with a grin. He just stared at her, an unreadable look on his face.

"I have heard that before." He replied softly, turning to look back over the lake. "Why did you follow me here Phoebe?"

He sounded so forlorn as he looked away from her, she felt bad. He was alone, with only his sister and Chris as his close confidants; Chris seemed to be too busy at times to help him, and his sister and he didn't appear to even be that close. She reached out and touched his hand lightly.

"You seemed a little frustrated. I thought you might need someone to talk to."

He looked at her hand on his before letting his gaze meet hers. Her face was so compassionate, so caring and so concerned. He swallowed hard and moved his hand. He couldn't do this; he wasn't like Chris, wasn't as strong as him. He couldn't look his mother in the face and act like it meant nothing to him that she was here, when it meant everything.

He remembered back to almost 7 years before, when he had walked in on Chris amongst the massacre of his family. Chris had just been sitting in the middle of all of it, knees pulled up under his chin; Parker was the only one coming home. He was 10 at the time; his younger sisters were at a girl scout meeting, while Cary and Callie were off at magic school for something he didn't even remember. He alone had walked in to find the chaos his life was about to become.

"Chris is just having a hard time right now, and with Leo showing up and you guys being here, he's just really pushed to his limit. But he's really the only person everyone will follow; I can't get them to listen to me like he can."

"You're only 17, Parker. Chris is only 20; you guys are carrying so much on yourselves."

"There's no one else to do it. We're the only ones to stand up to Wyatt."

She pursed her lips in thought, and merely sighed. "Well, then, Chris is lucky to have such good friends to stand beside him. It's too bad that we're such a burden to him."

He stared at her thoughtfully. There was a hidden message in her words as she praised him and the others for standing beside Chris, a question and an implication. Phoebe was nothing if not perceptive, and he figured she was questioning all of this. It was only a matter of time until she figured everything out.

"You're not a burden." He replied finally in a strong tone. "It's just hard on him-being around her and you all again…it's hard for you to know who he is. And it's just hard to be around you, when you've been gone so long."

She could feel a dull ache radiating off of him, which as strange because she knew he had himself cloaked from her. Maybe, it seemed, his pain was so intense it escaped that barrier; although she was still new to the empath thing, so she could've been reading him wrong entirely. That seemed unlikely, though; as he spoke, she could tell he wasn't just speaking about Chris. She bit her lip, and swallowed hard.

"Well. We better be getting back. We wouldn't want to stress him out any more now, would we?"

"I think that's probably a good idea." He replied with a nod. They rose from their spot and headed back to the hidden tunnel within the trees. They made their way quietly through the tunnel, trying to make small talk to make the walk less awkward. But as they returned to the club, Phoebe was almost positive that these young friends of Chris' were much more.

The crowd had quieted and dispersed; Leo and Chris were still in his room, and Piper and Paige had managed to stay off by themselves. Without a goodbye or a reason, Parker peeled off by himself with only a nod to Phoebe, leaving her standing alone for a moment to think about the last hour she had spent with him.

He approached his cousins and sister who were waiting outside the door, eagerly trying to listen in as well as trying to appear concerned. Prue shot him a look as he got to the door.

"Where have you been? We've been worried."

"I went to the pond, chill out." He replied, exasperated. "I just needed to get away."

"Yeah, well. Next time you need to get away, let someone know. It's a dangerous time out there for everyone." She said. He wanted to snap at her and tell her that he was the older one, but he knew she was just worried, as obnoxious as she might come off as. They were the only two left of their family and the last thing the other needed was for their sibling to get themselves killed.

"What's going on so far?" He asked, changing the subject as he nodded at the door. Cary shrugged.

"They've been in there talking for an hour. We heard some yelling earlier, but it's quiet now. I think Uncle Leo's just laying low in there. Either that, or one of them killed the other."

"Funny." Parker responded dryly.

"She went with you when you were gone. What'd you talk about?" Prue began again, eyeing their mother out of the corner of her eye. Phoebe had just made her way over to the couch with her sisters and they began talking; Prue wondered what they could be talking about.

"She asked a lot of questions. I didn't even realize she had followed me until I was halfway there."

"And?"

Parker sighed. "We both know her, Prue. She's the same person she'll be when we come around. You know how intuitive she is. I wouldn't be surprised if she figured us all out, despite our best efforts."

"What do we do if they find out? It may complicate things more." Callie interjected, shifting on her feet to face the younger man. He sighed.

"You know, true as that may be, I think it may help us all the more as well."

They talked amongst themselves a little more, each debating about what could possibly happen if all was revealed. Phoebe, on the other hand, watched the small group of teens chat amongst themselves mutedly. She sat next to her sisters, each of which had been asking questions pertaining to where she had been and what they had done. She half-answered them through mutterings and sighs until she felt Piper's hand on her shoulder, lightly sitting there.

"Phoebe, are you okay? What did you all talk about?"

"Nothing, really." She replied truthfully. "I just…I have a really strong feeling that these kids are more than just helpers in all of this."

Both her sisters followed her gaze to the group of the teens chattering to each other. Parker looked up and met her eyes, immediately nudging his sister and muttering something before the group seemed to head to his room and close the door.

"You think they might be our kids." Paige said in a hushed tone. Phoebe looked at her.

"I do. Just after being around him for that little bit of time…I really think he's my son."

"Well." Piper began, staring between the door that they had gone through and the one leading to Chris' room where her husband now sat. This was spiraling into something so much more intense than they had every bargained for. "This certainly makes things much more interesting, don't you think?"