Mel hugged Wyatt goodbye and turned thoughtfully to her other brother standing beside Wyatt. If this were her Chris she would hug him immediately without a second thought, but this time traveling version of her brother sent off some distinct don't-touch-me vibes. Shrugging she headed to Chris and enveloped him in a hug. Surprised, Chris let himself savor the moment. Hugs had been rare in his time. Mel stood on tiptoe and kissed her brother's cheek.

Chris turned a surprised look to his baby sister. "I just had the feeling that you didn't get a lot of affection where you're from." She answered his silent question.

"Are you an empath?" Chris asked.

"No," Mel shrugged, "But I do know my brothers."

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"Nice loft," the blonde said in surprise as she entered Chris' apartment. She turned an appraising eye to him, "I didn't expect it to be so homey…I mean your brothers and you are bachelors, right?"

Chris nodded.

She raised a brow, "Which one of you is gay?" she asked matter of fact.

Chris sputtered in indignation, "Neither of us."

"Speaking of brothers, when do your's arrive?"

As she asked the question, Time Travel Chris orbed himself and Wyatt into the loft.

The blonde's mouth gaped open in shock, "You're not lying are you?" She asked in amazement as she sank, dazed, into the couch.

The newly arrived Chris headed towards the blonde. "I'm Chris," he said calmly and gently.

The blonde turned her astonished gaze to the Chris she'd spent the last half hour with. "I thought YOU were Chris?"

"Long story," said both Chrises in unison.

Wyatt smiled at the befuddled innocent, "I'm Wyatt," he introduced himself. Turning to Chris, his normal Chris, he asked, "What's the emergency?"

Chris quickly filled Wyatt and himself in. He turned to the blonde and asked, "Is there anything to add?"

She started to shake her head no, and caught the eye of Chris clone, who also shook his head, giving a silent warning that it was her turn to explain. Reluctantly she started. "About two weeks ago, some freaky stuff started happening. I thought I was sick, feverish. Then I notice little fires sprouting up…like when I'm angry…"

Chris said quietly to Wyatt, "Which is like ALL the time."

"Then they're not so little," she continued, "Sometimes there are little balls of fire in my hands, but it never burns." She turned a glare to the room at large, "Do you have any idea how hard it is to hide the fact that you're a freak from normal people?! I can't keep pretending I don't know why the wastebasket is always smoldering!"

"Well…" Chris 2 was stuck, he didn't know her name. He glared at himself for not getting this small bit of information that may help them to calm the overwrought blonde. Her name, at least was familiar to her, even if nothing else at the moment was!

"Jenna," she supplied automatically, "Jenna Morgan."

"Well, Jenna," he continued smoothly, "As a matter of fact, we all do. Our family has been hiding behind a front of normalcy for years. We can help you. First we need to know why the demon wanted you…"

"Mom said once that fire starters were coveted in the Underworld," Chris reminded himself.

The Time traveler looked at his counterpart with a grimace; that was information that the girl really didn't need to hear. She was freaked enough already without hearing that she would always be hunted from the Underworld for her power! Making a mental note to remind his less weary clone of how to tactfully deal with an innocent, he continued, "then we need to figure out how to vanquish him. Then, if you'd like, we can help you learn to control your power."

A look of hope entered Jenna's face and almost as quickly was gone, "I bet that you don't know how to control my power. Chris," she glanced at the other Chris, "told me about how there are different powers and different ways of controlling them. If you can't start fires how can you teach me to stop making them?"

"As it happens," our version of Chris stated, "We do know a fire starter, one of our cousins," he clarified at his other self's dumbfounded look, "And while she's only had her powers about as long as you have, she did grow up Halliwell. Which means that she knew what was coming, just not when. She's been trained from the womb practically to be a witch. Her mom even let her go to Magic School," he smiled suddenly, "Not Hogwarts but she definitely learned some things there that aren't taught in normal schools."