Hey guys, I finally have some time (AKA a few hrs break in revision), so I shall now type the long avoided chapter two of roller skates. Thanks to the people who reviewed, especially midnite-magic who reminded me of this story's existence, I still own nothing and I still like reviews.

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The second the girls arrived at the club the incident was recognized as demonic.

"At a guess something made of green slime shimmered in here, there was a fight which was taken outside then it was blown up in the back alley" stated Paige

"O-kay then CSI Mathews care to tell us who the main suspects are?" Drawled Piper, somewhat surprised by her sisters deductive power, she carefully sat Wyatt down on the only slime free surface, the bar. Paige cut a scathing glance at her oldest sister before coming to the logical conclusions.

"Well it's either future boy, or a new innocent, speaking of the former. CHRIS! Get your ass in here now mister!"

there was a pregnant pause, nothing happened.

"Chris did you mess up my club!"

Phoebe swept some glass off a stool to sit down and staggered as a premonition hit her

"you ok Phebes?" asked Piper

"Yeah, I. I think I saw what happened"

"Care to share? We'd like to know too" commented Paige

"last night, Chris,... and a boy... there were a loada demons... Chris got hit... it was really jumbled... I can't work out the order things happened.

"Boy? As in kid kinda boy? Or Chris young adult kinda boy" asked Paige

"Kid, he was maybe fifteen... I think

Piper's phone started ringing, Piper ignored it

"Was Chris ok?"

"I...I dunno"

"Chris! Get here now!" still nothing, the girls looked up confused, the phone kept ringing

"uh Piper, you gonna answer that?" asked Pheobe hesitantly, her older sister picked up the phone

"Hello?... oh sorry dad, it's been a real strange day, didn't mean to... what? ... yes... yes of course... we'll head over straight away, bye Dad." Piper hung up, her sisters looked confused

"What did Victor say? Has something happened?"

"Yuh huh he's at the manor, says something in 'our line of work' has approached him, and we need to check it out... Paige? Back to the manor? Thank fates the club's not opening today."

Paige grabbed her sisters and they all faded into the twinkley blue lights

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A few hours earlier...

Victor Bennett (that is his surname right?) had become used to many thing over the years, magic included, but early morning phone calls was not one of them. He answered the phone, and reacted to the caller by heading to the hospital, and, as he had learnt to do, over the past few years dealt with the situation...

"You're telling me my grandson was admitted?" he asked the young nurse- a pretty, Jamaican girl who seemed permanently in a state of mild amusement

"well, Mr Bennett, your name and details were on his ID"

"ID?"

"A neck chain with dog tags, something Halliwell allergic to nuts contact grandfather, V. Bennett then it had your details."

The young woman showed Victor to a room where a young man sat silent on a bed, ribs bandaged, and for-head and arms showing stitches

"he hasn't talked" she whispered "not even to tell us his first name, so.. is he your grandson?"

Victor didn't recognize the young man as a whole, yet he saw his wife and daugters, quite clearly in the boy, he knew the girls had time traveled before, this could easily be Wyatt, and when he was pulled into a desperate hug, there was almost nothing he could do but answer

"yes, yes he is." and hug the boy back