A/N: A BIG thank you goes out to "grace" – I love it if you help me to find my mistakes. If you find some more…just send me a message and I'll correct them…Still no-one outthere who wants to beta a story of almost 100.000 words??? PLEASE! Just copy it …correct it (maybe with underlining the corrected words…pretty please????) …and send it back to me. I would be forever grateful!!!

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Wyatt: Look what I found sorting out my old stuff in the attic.

Chris: That's an old notebook from second grade from me. What's so special about it?

Wyatt: Just wait and see+reads aloud+

Weekly homework essay by Christopher Halliwell

Essay subject:

My family

My family is the bestest in the world….

Oh she marked "bestest" – a pity I liked your creation.

…I live with my mom and my dad and my big brother Wyatt. I always wanted a dog but mom says it would get (blasted) +scratched out+ neglected anyways. My dad works as a (whitelighter)+scratched out+ carpenter so he helps people a lot.

(My mom kills the bad. But they are bad so it is good that she does that.) +scratched out+ My mom is a chef. I like her cake most.

My brother Wyatt is so cool. He shows me how to (orb and we think up new spells together)+scratched out+ he shows me how to ride my bike and we do a lot of fun-stuff.

On weekends we are often at my grandpas house because its save there, when my mom and aunts are out to (catch the bad guys)+scratched out+ help other people. My grandpas' name is Victor and he knows great stories. But I like my dads' stories because they are with witches and demons and other things.

If I had a wish I would like to have my own room, because Wyatt always makes fun of the book of shadows I (wrote)+scratched out+ …invented.

I would although write about my cousins but there are too many and I have already done my two hundred words task.

Wyatt laughs out aloud+

Chris: What? I really tried hard not to reveal anything!

Wyatt +snorting with laughter+: Yes, I know that but the best is yet to come.

Teachers comment in green ink:

Christopher, your writing skills are getting better and better. Go on like that.

In red ink:

Dear Mrs. And Mr. Halliwell-Wyatt.

I have made an imperatively appointment for you at 9.30 tomorrow for you and your son Christopher.

Jane Goodmann / educational psychologist & school counselor.

Chris +smiling+: Yeah, and after that the cleaners had to clean up some memories…

Wyatt: …after that your homework never left home unchecked again and I had to write your essays together with you…thanks brother.

Chris: Don't blame me. I tried to correct all of my mistakes.

Wyatt: You scratched them out. Everyone tries ESPECIALLY to read the things someone scratched out!

Chris: I was seven years old, for gods sake!

Hey boys are you ready up there because despite I don't own you I'm determined to feed you anyways.

Both +laughing+: COMING+storming down the stairs.

Chapter thirteen: Healing

"Leo heal him!" The charmed-ones demanded, all gathered around the couch Chris lay on deathly still.

"I checked on him. Apart from some minor cuts, which I healed and…ehm…you know what, he's fine. Just the worst case of exhausted powers I've ever seen. I did some kind of power transfer so he should be waking up soon.

With that he left the boy to the fussing of Phoebe and Paige and wandered to the big colourful sun-room window.

Piper joined the pensive elder soon after.

"Don't you think that he could be your son?" She spoke his thoughts out aloud.

"No he can't be! I…I can't be his father!"

"But why Leo? What is it that makes it so hard for you to believe? It's all there: His looks, the powers, his determination to save Wyatt, everything. Don't you trust my intuition?"

"But then… all the things I've said…all the things I've done…!

It can't be!" And with that –how could it be other than that- he orbed away.

"Take your time to think it over." Piper said sadly smiling into space "I know that you'll come eventually to the right conclusions. And he'll be waiting for you, I know he will!"

"Piper hurry! He's coming round!" Phoebe called and triggered the mommy-mode instantly with it.

Piper settled herself quietly besides her waking son.

"Hey there" she whispered smiling while brushing a stray strand from his dust covered face.

Green orbs looked hesitantly up…Then a smile scurried over his face…"I told you it was a dumb plan!"

"Oh you…!" He heard Paige grumble as one of the cushions hit him right in the face.

"Hey!" He started to shoot back but the flying feather projectile was orbed away to the next chair.

"Your…your powers!" Chris stuttered.

"…They are back. All our powers came back with the seers' death!" Paige explained.

"She's dead? How senseless." He mumbled. But in secrecy he was glad to have his powers back too.

"She left your father no other choice…" Paige started to tell but was interrupted by Piper.

"Enough for now! He needs rest, a lot of rest!" As she looked at her soiled cushion she corrected "OK, first a shower, then a lot of rest."

"I will meanwhile cook something for you!" Phoebe squealed exited.

"Don't you dare to even enter my kitchen respective to try what you call "cook-something?"

"We've just survived one life threatening situation we don't need you to create the next!" Paige stated dryly.

Chris sat grinning on the couch looking unbelieving at his aunts. "Honestly I've never seen you like that…"

"Go take a shower!" All three Halliwell sisters screamed in mock anger…

…

Not an hour later the freshly showered and satisfactorily fed whitelighter looked still the worse for wear.

"Chris you really have to go to sleep now. Let us take care of things at least for sometime." Piper tied to talk her son into laying down once more.

"But I…" Chris blinked, swaying slightly. "But I don't want to!" There! Now they knew that thing too.

"Now lets talk straight. Why Chris? You're on the verge of your strength and to be honest you look like death warmed over! If you don't sleep you are making yourself sick Chris!"

The turn this conversation took now made Chris more than nervous. But with his mom looking deep into his eyes he couldn't lie. Man, that look made him instantly feeling five again…

"I know, but…I mean…if…if I sleep, I dream." Chris looked churned up to the side avoiding the look of his mom which ranged between …So what!...´ and …Awwwwwwwwww…´

"I…I dream of…everything! Its driving me crazy!"

"Is that why?" Piper asked softly.

"I don get your point."

"Is that why you took the potion?" Piper felt it was time to lay everything on the line.

"You know? Why did you never ask then?"

"We wanted you to tell us of your own accord, wanted you to trust us, but…"

"…I never did" Chris finished for her.

"No you never did." She almost whispered.

Now, knowing that Chris was her son the truth hurt Piper even more. He didn't trust her and seemed to plain right disown his father.

"Why Chris, why?"

Chris took a deep breath.

"You know, since a …certain time, there were only grandpa and me. We used to talk a lot, but he was far too fragile at that time to burden him with huge problems. So I had to sort things out with myself. And in time I kind of unlearned to share my problems. I only relied on myself. It became some sort of automatism."

Wow It had been a long time since he had talked that much about himself.

Piper took her youngest into her arms. "But you can learn again! We´ll help you with it!" Brushing a light kiss on his forehead she pushed him gently down onto the couch and tucked him in. "Sleep...", she cooed "you can let go now…" And slowly the familiar voice of his mother made his eyelids heavy, till he in the end let them fall with a released sigh.

Christopher Halliwells soul had found home again.

TBC…