Entering the cavern, Chris tk'd the Dark Priest away from the couple. Wyatt did the same with Bradas. The Soothsayer shimmered out before anyone even noticed her there. Sam pursed her lips and blew, encasing the Dark Priest in ice and her sister shot fire from her fingertips, effectively vanquishing Bradas. Chris rushed to Jenna's side. The tiny blonde blinked in confusion.

It took a moment for her to clear her head. Chris gallantly held her to steady her the entire time. Once she seemed to regain her composure she slapped Chris across his face for all she was worth. His head rocked to the side and an angry red handprint instantly covered his left cheek. "It took you long enough!" Her voice softened, "I'm sorry. Sometimes I have anger issues." She shrugged.

Chris 2 had entered the room, "No worries. I deserved that." He grinned, despite his split lip.

(X)

Chris 2 and Wyatt entered the manor. The soothing aroma of Piper's cooking instantly assailed their senses. The three men had returned Jenna to her apartment with the promise that Victoria would continue to help her gain control of her power. A grinning Samantha had winked to Jenna saying that she would help too, in case the two Hotheads needed to cool down. The twins had orbed home together. Wyatt and time traveling Chris had returned to the family home for their promised shared dinner with their family. Chris would be joining them soon, but first, he wanted to make sure that Jenna was settled and fine.

Piper greeted them at the door. "You boys look tired," she eyed Chris' swollen lip, she quirked an eyebrow, "and banged up." She grinned, "Nothing like saving an innocent is there?" She asked, clapping them both on their shoulders in a congratulatory fashion.

"Boys!" Leo called warmly, "Did you save the day?" His hazel eyes twinkled.

"Is dinner done, Mom?" Wyatt asked in a hopeful tone.

"Not yet, but soon. Why don't you boys tell Dad all about your daring exploits while I finish up." She suggested. "Hopefully Chris will be here by then."

Her sons followed her advice, seating themselves in the family room to tell Leo all about their day.

(X)

"You're sure you're fine?" Chris asked.

"Yeah," Jenna smiled, "I'm made of sterner stuff than that. Sorry about the slap," she winced slightly. "Does it hurt?"

Chris grinned, "I'm made of sterner stuff than that." He echoed. He took a card out of his pocket and handed it to the small witch. "In case you need it," he said hesitantly, "my cell number is there."

Jenna read from the card, "P3, Chris Halliwell manager." She looked up from the card and into his eyes, "I'm surprised. Here I thought it might have read: Chris Halliwell, knight in shining armor, rescuer of damsels," she smiled.

Chris shrugged, enjoying her banter, "Those are still at the printers."

"I'm also surprised," Jenna said slowly, "That after all the trouble I was for you that you were able to break through that barrier…" She'd been told by the females in the rescue party about Chris' determination.

"They might have exaggerated a bit. Cousins, they love me. I really think that I was just cranky and out of sorts after sleeping on the couch." He downplayed his heroism with a smile. He straightened up to full height, "So…uh…anyway, if you ever need help, figuring out the witchcraft thing, spells, potions…what not…feel free to call." He blushed.

Jenna stretched up on tiptoe to give Chris a chaste kiss on his cheek, "I just might call," she mock threatened with a broad grin.

(X)

"So what happened to Chris' lip?" Leo quizzed when his boys finished their tale, since they had left that part out.

"Well," Wyatt began slowly, "Chris punched him."

"Why?" Mel rushed in with her question, and then added, "Chris? Our Chris?"

"Yes, Mel, your Chris punched me. Couldn't handle the stress, I guess," he shrugged.

Wyatt's brows knitted into a frown, "That's not why."

(X)