Phoebe couldn't sleep. She kept thinking about all that had happened that day. The arrival of her nephew, and then the two strangers who had tried to take him away. Despite all Wyatt had said though, there was something about the other two that Phoebe couldn't shake. She had seen the pained look the boy had worn on his face as Wyatt had denounced him, she didn't understand why Wyatt would ever do something so cruel to his own brother if he had been lying, but there was something about the boy. A familiarity- he had looked so much like a Halliwell, and she didn't understand how her sisters could have rejected him so easily.

Then there was the woman. Although she was clearly twenty years older then them, there had been something about the way she had looked at Piper and Phoebe- it was a look Phoebe knew all to well. She had worn it on her face when ever she had faced her two older sisters, the look of desire, like he wanted nothing more than for them to accept them as one of there own, there had been a longing in her eyes that Phoebe couldn't shake.

Giving up on sleep, Phoebe climbed quietly out of bed, staring for a moment at the empty space where Cole would usually sleep, before sneaking down the hallway. The door to Wyatt's room was a jar, Phoebe carefully pushed it open, creeping in to survey her sleeping nephew- or rather nephews as Piper had insisted that the future Wyatt should stay in the manor as well. The older Wyatt's sleep seemed troubled, he kept moving and shifting, occasionally calling out words or names that Phoebe didn't understand. She stood in the doorway, watching the sleeping boys for a while. They were the only reason why she didn't hunt down the misery future dwellers right now and pull them both into a tight hug. She couldn't see how a boy, born from such goodness and blessed with such greatness could grow up to be as evil as they had described. But then she could also see the difference in the two boy's face. While one one slept with such peaceful innocents, the other seemed conflicted, some how guilty, like his subconscious felt such remorse which could only come through when his conscious was asleep.

"What are you doing?" Came a whispered voice from behind her. It was Prue. Phoebe gave her a small smile before turning her attention back to the nursery.

"Couldn't sleep." She replied simply, "I thought I'd check on the Wyatts. You?"

"Couldn't sleep either." Prue confessed, sighing deeply as she leaned against the other side of the door frame, smiling at the nursery fondly as the two Wyatts continued to sleep. "How could those other two ever think Wyatt could be evil?" She whispered after a while. Phoebe nodded her head slowly. Clearly Prue wasn't paying too much attention to the elder, troubled Wyatt.

"I still want to know who they really are." Stated Phoebe, carefully avoiding the subject of the morality of her nephew, not wanting to cause a row at three in the morning. "I mean if they aren't Halliwells, then who else has the power or knowledge to travel back in time?" Prue shrugged, apparently she wasn't as bothered about the others, so long as they stayed away from her.

"Of course they're not Halliwells Phoebe, if they were they would have come and spoken to us, instead of just attacking Wyatt." She pointed out matter of factly.

"Talking to us didn't really work though did it." Responded Phoebe, still not taking her eyes of baby Wyatt's crib, "I mean Wyatt took the boy away before he could prove himself, and you kicked the woman out even after she saved out butts from all those demons. I just don't get why she would do that if she was evil." Prue looked at her younger sister is surprise.

"You don't trust them do you?" She questioned accusingly. Phoebe shifted awkwardly on the spot.

"Well they cant be evil can they- they're half white-lighter, and well." She began, moving away from the door so as they wouldn't wake the boys up.

"Well what? You believe that our nephew is evil?" She interrupted.

"No but.." started Phoebe but Prue cut her off again.

"You think he was summoned here because he really is the source?" She hissed, her voice steadily rising. Phoebe shook her head again, but had given up arguing with her sister. She knew that Prue and Piper had made up their minds about the time travellers and that there was no point trying to persuade them to see both sides until there was actual proof. Prue was still glaring at her, but Phoebe didn't have a response.

"Look, I'm not saying that Wyatt's evil okay." She replied hotly, "but I don't think the others are either. There's something bigger going on here Prue, and I just think we need to find out what before we start condemning potential allies." She pointed out reasonably, then before Prue could say anything else, she turned around and walked quickly back to her room.

Prue watch her sister leave, shaking her head disappointedly. She understood Phoebe's concerns and they were a key reason behind her insomnia as well, but she was determined not to dwell on them. She knew how important family was to Piper, and she was determined they would stick together, no matter how things turned out Prue knew the Halliwells had to handle them as group, and as uncertain as Phoebe was, no one could deny Wyatt was a part of that.


Meanwhile, Paige and Chris were hiding out in an abandoned chamber in the underworld. They had agreed it would be the only safe place to stay as Wyatt and Leo wouldn't be able to sense them there so they would be free to work on their plan.

The plan was simple. Paige knew that if Wyatt was born, it meant that young Paige was well on the path for searching for her real family and that she would have already suspected the Halliwells. Paige remembered the piles of papers that were hidden under her bed in her old tiny apartment, all covered in evidence which could prove her relation to the Halliwells if only she had looked closer.

They had agreed that the fastest way to get the present day Paige to believe them was by getting her to do magic herself. So while Chris would track down young Paige in P3 and begin to plant the idea of truly being a Halliwell in her mind, Paige would head down into the underworld, luring lower level demons to follow her before orbing out and shielding herself so as when the demons searched for her, they would be lead directly to the only Paige they could find- a defenceless twenty something, just leaving a nightclub with a potential new cousin. The plan was simple, but Chris desperately hoped it would work.

"You know there would be a simpler way to persuade the sisters right?" Pointed out Paige, as they sat in their chamber, waiting for the right time to begin. Chris shut his eyes and stared up at the ceiling, Paige had suggested the alternate plan several times, but Chris wasn't ready to go down that path.

"I've already told you that I'm not doing it." He reminded her, ignoring the groan from his aunt who was growing tired of his Halliwell stubbornness.

"Chris, he's your father, if you call for him he will come and he will realize you weren't lying." she insisted, raising her voice as Chris walked to the other side of the cavern.

"Paige, he didn't come when I broke my leg when I was nine, he didn't come when Prue accidentally blasted Parker out of the window when she first got her power, he didn't come when Mum was lying on the ground bleeding to death, and he's not going to come now." He stated simply, determined to remove all traces of emotion from his voice as he spoke of the father that was always letting him down. "I don't want him too." He added almost as an after thought. "I can't face him again properly, not after all these years." Chris hadn't spoken to Leo since he had been fifteen and Wyatt had taken control of the world. He had called for him, but he had simply disappeared, abandoned him like he had abandoned Piper, probably because he had abandoned Piper, Leo had never been the same after that day.

"Fine, we'll do it your way." She conceded, knowing how damaged Chris and Leo's relationship was. "But if it goes wrong then..."

"If it goes wrong, and there is no other way." Chris added, "Then yes, I will call him." Paige nodded her head once before sinking on to the floor, attempting to get some rest before that nights proceedings. But she couldn't relax, the events of that long day as well as her fears of Wyatt's plans were spinning around in her head.

Chris sat down beside his aunt, still unable to take his mind of his brother. In just five years he had transformed from mummy's little angle to satan's right hand man, and Chris didn't know how long he would be able to carry on pretending to side with Wyatt when every part of his brain was screaming at him to run away and never look back. The two of them sat in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts until suddenly Paige bolted upright, turning to face Chris with a look of urgency on her face.

"Chris, what ever you do at the club, do not let me hit on you!" She exclaimed.

"What?" Replied Chris, his tone a mixture of amusement a Paige's expression, and shock at her words. "Paige you're my aunt that is ridiculously weird!"

"So, she doesn't know who you are." She argued, "you'll just be some guy approaching her in a night club- what else is she going to do?!"

"Seriously? I'm not only betraying my psychotic older brother by doing this, but I am literally doing the opposite of what I'm meant to do to prove my loyalty." He reminded her. "Wyatt told me to stop you from meddling, but instead I'm doubling the number of yous attempting to stop him, and the part of this plan you most worried about is honestly a bit of flirting?"

"Are you seriously saying you're happy to flirt with your Aunt?" She questioned, a hint of disbelief in her voice. Chris shook his head exasperatedly.

"No, of course not!" He exclaimed, "Look relax will you, I have a plan which involves no flirting what so ever.. Just get the demons to arrive on time and I'll handle the rest."


Paige Mathews was sat alone in P3. She had been coming here for months now, ever since she had first suspected she might be a Halliwell. She felt almost connected to the club, as if spending her nights there somehow brought her closer to her suspected sisters.

"Piper?" Came an unfamiliar voice from behind her. Paige turned around and found herself facing a man with medium length brown hair, shabby and in some places burnt clothes and a some how familiar face, although she was certain they had never met.

"I'm sorry?" She replied as the stranger sat down besides her.

"You are Piper Halliwell aren't you?" Asked the young man, throwing her a friendly smile as he took a sip of his mineral water. Paige shook her head and the man looked momentarily confused before his face cleared and he gave a small laugh, "Oh, then you must be Prue..." Paige gave him an apologetic face, "Phoebe then?" He insisted.

"I'm not a Halliwell." Paige clarified. The boy frowned at her words.

"That is so weird!" He exclaimed, raising his voice slightly over the loud music that was playing, "you look so much like the pictures I've seen of them when they were younger I thought for sure you had to be one of them!" He told her. "I'm so sorry to have interrupted your night." He apologised, beginning to move away from Paige and back into the crowd around the stage.

"Why are you looking for the sisters." Paige called after them, unable to see the satisfied smile on his face just before he looked around.

"I'm their cousin." He informed her, "I'm down in California travelling and I heard one of them ran this great club so I just thought I'd drop in on some long lost family. I'm Chris Halliwell by the way." He said with a smile, offering out his hand as he sat down next to her again.

"Paige." She replied, shaking his hand warmly. "I never knew the sisters had any cousins." She queried, remembering some of the information she had discovered about the family when she had been looking for her own.

"Yeah, as you may have guessed from the way I greeted you, we're not that close a family." He confessed. "Our mums had some sort of argument ages ago because my mum didn't think they're mum should give her fourth daughter up for adoption or something." Paige's almost choked on the sip of water she had just taken at his words. "So because of that I never really met much of my family, which is one of the main reasons I'm on this trip." He said, ignoring Paige's splutterings, "So do you know the sisters then?" He asked innocently.

"Uh, no not really." She replied distractedly, her mind still on Chris' mention of an adoption. "I mean I know of them, but I've never really spoken to them...ever actually." She confessed, laughing slightly at her words. Chris shot her a curious look at her words.

"So if you don't really know them then how do you know about their lack of close cousins?" He challenged, taking another sip of his drink but never taking his eyes off her face.

"Long story. And not one for a first meeting." She replied simply, taking a long drink of water and deliberately avoiding looking into the man's intense green eyes. "So your mum cut off all connection with her sister just over an adoption?" She enquired, hoping the stranger might reveal more of the story. "That doesn't seem fair." Chris gave a small, satisfied smile at her question, although Paige didn't see what he was so pleased about.

"Well know, she was going to get back in contact with her, but she died not long after they fell out so mum never got a chance I guess." He replied with a shrug.

The two sat there in silence for a moment as the band playing suddenly got very loud, attacking both of their attention. As Paige listened to the music, she absent mindedly began drawing on a napkin. She drew the same image she always drew these days, three overlapping ovals connected by a circle. She didn't understand why she felt a constant connection to the symbol, but at home her note and papers seemed to be covered in it.

"So how come your story is of the table for a first encounter, but you feel it's fine to find out all about my dysfunctional family?" Chris enquired innocently after the music died down. Paige shrugged, a secretive smile on her face.

"I'm adopted," she explained, "it's okay to ask about other adoptions if your adopted." She justified lamely, her mind still focusing on all the information the young man had just told her. Chris gave a gasp of mock realisation.

"So that's why you're so interested in my family!" He said triumphantly. "Are you thinking you could be the fourth Halliwell sister?" he asked jokingly, finishing off his bottle of water before checking his watch.

Paige shrugged but chose not to answer. Chris beckoned a waitress over to the table. The girl was holing a tray already crammed with full glasses as she weaved her way over to where Paige and Chris were sat. Just as the girl reached them, Paige noticed Chris give a small flick of his wrist but was suddenly distracted as the entire tray full of drinks fell towards the ground, covering Paige in their contents as they went.

Paige shot to her feet, ignoring the waitress' stammering apologies as she headed for the exit, intending to get back to her apartment before her dress was permanently ruined. She was in such a hurry that she didn't notice Chris slip into the back room of P3, and completely failed to spot the strange blue light that crept out from under it a few seconds later.

Paige hurried into the ally behind P3, hurriedly trying to dab away some of the liquid with the napkin which she had drawn the symbol on. She had barely gotten out of sight of the club however when suddenly a hideous form appeared in front of her, learning horribly as it raised it's hand. Paige yelled, but was paralysed to the spot with fear. Suddenly in the strange creatures hand, a ball of flickering blue energy formed out of nowhere, and before Paige could do anything the monstrous creature had thrown it at her. Paige's hands flew to her face as she willed her self to be anywhere but where she was.

And then she was in her apartment. She had no idea what had happened, one second the ball of energy was inches away from her face and the next she was back in her small apartment. Her eyes had been so tightly that she hadn't seen the blue orbs surround her, and she had been so focused on the demon, she hadn't spotted her future nephew appear behind her, scattering her orbs at just the right second.

She breathed heavily for a second as she tried to work out what had happened, but her brain couldn't make sense of it. She looked at her watch and barely five minutes had passed since she had been talking to the young man in the club. It wasn't possible. Her apartment was a half an hour drive from P3, short of teleporting there was no way she should be here. It was almost like... almost like magic!

Paige didn't have too long to dwell on that though as suddenly the monstrous creature was in her apartment. She screamed loudly this time, backing away from the thing. 'Maybe it was that blue ball that transported me' she pondered, although she couldn't understand why the creature would want to just take her back to the apartment and then come for her again. Once more it raised it's arm, another blue sparking ball appearing in it's hand. This time Paige tried to run, she almost made it to the door when she felt the warmth radiating of the deadly weapon. She was so scared, she didn't notice the sudden arrival of the person she had been speaking to in P3, as he once more flicked his wrist, just as the blue, life saving, orbs consumed her once more.


Phoebe was sitting in the manor alone. Piper and Leo had gone out to dinner and Prue and Wyatt were out hunting for the other time travellers. Phoebe hadn't wanted to go with them though. She hadn't been able to sleep at all last night and was suffering from a dreadful headache. It was the sort of pain she got right before a premonition, only this one seemed reluctant to ever arrive.

Her relaxation was interrupted however by the sudden arrival of orbs just in front of her. She shot to her feet, prepared to defend herself in case it was one of the future people coming to take baby Wyatt, who was upstairs asleep. She was surprised, therefore, when a woman, who looked a few years younger than her, with medium length brown hair appeared before her. The girl had a look of complete shock about her as she took in her new surroundings.

"Wh...Where am I?" She stuttered as she spotted Phoebe. Both woman stared in shock at each other for a moment, and then the demon arrived again.


Ohh, a sort of almost cliffhanger. Okay, so after five chapters I now know the exact plot line, so that's exciting! Sorry I haven't updated for a while but coursework is a great cause of writers block for me, but now that's done I'd like to think updates could be more frequent for a bit... maybe. Any way I was thinking about having some of the story in the future as well- what happens while the boys are away as there are other characters I can't fit into the past story line. If you'd rather I just focus on the past and not the future (as there are so many other dark future stories) then that's fine, but could you let me know, if not then I will bring in that plot line soon :)

Any way, thanks for reading and please review!