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Chapter fifteen: What has Chris told you?

Chris old apartment, night

Chris and Bianca turned to the white spiral that was forming in the middle of the room. Soon it turned into Benji, Wyatt and the kid from the display. The boy swayed a little.

"Wow", the teenager stated. "A roler coaster is nothing compared to that."

Benji chuckled. "Don't worry you'll get used to this."

"You ok?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, I'm just waiting for my guts to arrive.", Alex replied as he held on to the couch for support.

Wyatt couldn't help but grin a little. "Looks like my son is taking slightly after his uncle.", he thought. Then he took a more careful look at the – no, his boys appearence. Everything about the kid was screaming "rebell" – from his short spiky blond hair to his black jeans, heavy boots and the red, worn-out sleeveless shirt. He didn't even wear a jacket, despite the cold outside. However his thoughts were interrupted as he noticed Benjis look.

"What happened?", Chris asked worried. "We could hear noises of a fight."

Benji shot him a questioning look. "How?"

"Through that little gadget here.", Bianca answered as she held up the MMCP-Player.

Seing the thing, Alex cursed out loud. "Shit! I forgot mine in that alley! Mom is going to kill me! I have to go back and get it!"

"Forget it!" Benji replied grimly. "I won't let you go back to that place! What happens if more demons appear there?"

"Actually, I would rather face a demon than my mom!", came the stubborn retort.

Chris and Wyatt exchanged a look. No one knew better than them what it was like to face an angry mother.

"She's not that bad!"

"And how would YOU know about that?"

"Because I know her!"

Alex looked stunned at Benji. He only knew him and Chris for some time now. And only because they saved his life that one time. Hell, his mother didn't even know he was a witch, did she? So how come Benji knew her?

"What?!", was the only question he was able to make.

Benji could have kicked himself. He was just as short tempered as his sister had been.

"Nothing.", he murmured. "Forget it."

"Forget it? Sorry but no chance! How come you know my mother?", Alex asked suspiciously.

"Alex...", Benji started but the teen interupted him. "Don't you 'Alex' me now, how come you know her?"

Great, Benji thought. Just fucking great! The boy sounded exactly like his mother. He could clearly remember Isabelle looking at him the same way when she thought he was hiding something from her; eyes narrowed, with a frown on her pretty face. God, she had been like dog with a bone, wouldn't let it go until he spilled. And the way his nephew was looking now at him he had inherited that attitude. Add that to the familiar Halliwell stubborness and it was clear that Alex would pester him until he got what he wanted.

Benji sighed defeated. "I safed her life that one time. The house where she lived in back than was haunted. There was an evil spirit there, killing anyone who dared to come into his house. That was some nasty thing. I barely managed to burn its bones. If had been a little bit slower be both would be dead by now."

"Oh.", was all Alex could say. Now he regretted asking. It was clearly not a nice memory. Maybe that's why his mother had never told him about Benji.

"Anyway", Benji continued, trying to change the subject. "That's beside the point. We have other things to worry about."

"Like what?" Wyatt asked.

"Like what? Oh, well...I don't know, maybe how come your powers are not working?" The black haired guy asked wryly.

Wyatt angrily rolled his eyes. One smart ass in the family was enough. "I already told you it has to be because of the time travel. Chris powers don't work either."

"Time travel?" Alex interfered. Nobody payed attention to him.

"Yeah, but that's because he's still alive in this time. Only one set of powers can work at a time." Benji argued. "But you are dead. You should be able to use them."

"He's dead?", Alex asked shocked. This man didn't look dead at all!

"If I was Bianca would be able to use her powers, too!" Wyatt scolded. Then after a pause, he turned to the Phoenix. "You aren't able to use your powers, right?"

Bianca, taken aback, looked at him confused. "I guess so. Since you said our powers aren't working I didn't even try."

"Then do it now!" The twice blessed commanded.

Shooting him a dark look she concentraded. After a second, a fireball appeared in her hand. All people in the room stared at her.

"There! What did I say?", Benji called.

Wyatt was confused. "But I don't understand... why aren't my powers working?"

"Isn't that obvious? Seems like you aren't dead." Chris stated matter of factly.

"Would somebody please tell me what's going on?", Alex interfered again.

Benji was staring gobsmacked at Wyatt.

At that moment, future Chris orbed in.

"Ok, Nicky is...Alex!", he cried out at the sight of the young teen standing in his living room.

Nicky's house, night

Jesse sat in the living room in his favorite arm chair. His wife went to bed half an hour ago. After the shock of todays events finally began to wear off he had decided to relax a little and switched on the tv. He was watching a quiz show when he caught a movement out of the glimpse of his eyes. He turned his head only to find his son standing in the doorway.

"Nicky!", he called out surprised. "Hey bud, I didn't expect you coming out of your room again. At least not today.", he added jokingly.

The blond teen smiled halfhartly. "Well, I didn't expect to get a visitor this late."

"Right.", his father answered. "Where's Chris?"

"He's gone." came Nickys reply as he made his way over to where his dad sat.

"Well", he added after a moment. "To be exactly, he disappeared in a swirl of blue and white lights. BTW, you wouldn't know something about me being magic, now would you?" He looked him direct in the eyes.

Jesse sighed inwardly. He knew where this was going. God, how he had feared this conversation. But he knew the day would come when Nicky would start asking questions about his wiccan heritage – Chris had told him so. Thinking of Chris, what had he and Nicky talked about?

He switched the tv off and returned his sons look. "What has Chris told you?"

Nicky took place at a nearby stool. This was going to be longer conversation.

"Oh, well, let's see...I'm a witch, he's my whitelighter – you know, kind of like a guardian angel; he can sense if I need him, and he said – well, that I should talk to you about the whole thing and that you have some secrets yourself and probably know what's going on with me. Do you know what's going on with me? You know when you and mom started interoggating me I had this feeling...like you already suspected what happened back in the car."

Jesse rubbed his neck. God, the kid was more right than he could even guess. Finally he said: "I did."

Nicky was confused. "But...how?"

"This going to be a long story. See, life wasn't always like this. 20 years ago, it was pretty tough for me to be exactly."

The teen stared at his father. He NEVER talked about his past!

Jesse went on: "I...was an inactive member of the resistance."

"What resistance?"

"Have you ever heard of Wyatt Halliwell?"

Street in LA, night

Jerek wasn't in a good mood. To be concrete, he was in a thinkable bad mood.

After informing his queen about the boy and his connections to Chris, she had sent him to capture the boy, no matter what. About his question how he should do that she had angrily replied: "Think of something! Look for any hints or tracks! Do your job, god damn it!"

So, here he was, walking in a dirty alley in search of any indications that could lead him to the little brat. This was so humiliating. Him, a powerful demon, having to crawl on the ground like a dog! And all he could think about was Lara and the way her beautiful eyes had sparkled after he mentioned Chris. What did she want with a nuisance like him? He would never love her, never be able to treat her the way she deserved. That little good for nothing!

"Chris isn't right for her, never was and never will.", he thought. And damn he would make her see that!

Jerek suddenly smiled when he saw a little gadget lying on the ground. It was a MMCP-Player.