Hoping to finish this fic soon...may possibly write a sequel once I've finished all my other fics (Past Secrets is dying slowly so I'm putting it out of its misery in a couple of chapters...) but yea hoping to finish it soon

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Andy grinned as he watched Wyatt messing about with his powers and trying to blame it on someone else in the group. Well he might not be able to do anything to Wyatt as a whitelighter, but as his teacher, well no one ever said anything about that.

"Mr Halliwell, might I suggest that you come see me after this lesson for your detention? I'll be writing a letter home to your mother as well. Any questions?"

Wyatt blanched and shook his head.

"Good. So I'll be seeing you at the end of the lesson."

"Jesus, how the hell did he know it was me?" Wyatt whispered.

Amalie giggled softly next to him, "Slightly obvious Wy, everyone else in the room always behaves in here, and if they don't, well, they don't tend to cause everything to go flying off the walls. For all you power you are really thick sometimes."

"Shut up," Wyatt scowled, "there's no way he knew it was me, he just wants someone to blame it on."

"Course he does Wy, you just carry on believing that while the rest of us live in the real world." Amalie laughed, annoying Wyatt to no end.

"Amalie, much as I know it must be unpleasant sitting next to Mr Halliwell I would appreciate it if you could pay attention. Now then, homework please. And bear in mind I know what you are capable of so I will know if you haven't tried." Andy hid a grin as several of the students groaned, many of them blaming Wyatt for his apparent bad mood.

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"Let me get this straight, this has been going on for at least 5 years, and it has taken your idiotic older sister to get you to notice?"

"Hey! I knew! Chris just wouldn't let me say anything, I tried one time, I found myself in no small amount of pain. Wasn't all too eager to try again. Phoebe's the blind one!" Sam stared pointedly at the woman until she caved.

"Fine, I admit it, I was an idiot. Now Coop, go heart Chris out of the damn basement and bring him here. I'm presuming Paige doesn't know yet so go." Phoebe gave Coop a look which caused the cupid to pale dramatically.

"Paige doesn't know what? If you are referring to a certain 8 year old boy then I can assure you she very much does," Paige's dry voice cut through the room causing the 3 other people in the room to jump given that her entrance had gone unnoticed, "thought as much. Where is he?"

"Basement." Sam said bluntly, "I wouldn't try moving him till you can get someone to heal him, this is the worse he's ever been. Piper normally makes it so he can go to school. Dunno why this time was any different but..."

"Explanations later, first we go get Chris. Paige, go."

Paige obeyed not overly wanting to get Phoebe angry, especially not after last time, although Chris was important too, but not getting Phoebe angry was always good. The three left in the room fidgeted quietly desperately waiting the return of the witch/whitelighter. Sam slunk quietly out of the room before softly calling for a certain pair of whitelighters, they'd be needed.

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"Holy shit."

The 8 year old didn't react to the blunt statement and Paige froze as she took in the amount of blood and mess surrounding the boy, this being before she saw all his injuries.

"Come on sweetheart, you're safe now."

Hearing the door unlocking Paige quickly orbed out with the small brunette in her arms.

"Christopher Perry Halliwell! I told you no orbing!"

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"Paige has gone to get Chris, he needs healing, could have done so earlier but you two were ignoring me. Right then she'll be back in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."

A thump and gasps alerted the two whitelighters to the fact that Sam was right.

"Well go! Phoebe already knows you're involved with all of this, go heal!"

Andy and Prue raced through to the living room and knelt in front of the brunette eight year old, Phoebe stared gobsmacked while Paige and Coop struggled to work out why Phoebe was looking the way she did.

"Prue?" Phoebe's voice was almost inaudible as she tried to comprehend that the woman in front of her was actually her dead, well whitelighter, sister and not a trick of the light.

"Present, hi Pheebs." The whitelighter didn't look up still intent on healing all the wounds the small boy had littering his body, "How've you been?"

"Dated a demon, you?"

"Dead,"

"Figures, he gonna be ok?"

"Should be," Andy replied, "Nice to see you too Phoebe!"

"Sorry!" Phoebe blushed, "Kinda got sidetracked, dead sister reappearing you know..."

"Yeah, sure, and your nephew obviously had nothing to do with that, so Sam, wanna tell me why I got no homework off of you yesterday?"

"Oh come on! I thought we were all worrying about Chris, and for your information I was trying to stop Chris from dying – who do you think gave him water? And not the crap all over the floor either, yeah one of you might wanna get Piper to fix that damn leak, besides the point you'll be disappearing in a bit anyway so does it really matter?"

Andy shrugged, "Not really, just figured I'd ask given that Phoebe over there doesn't appear to be talking to me, you any idea what we plan on doing about Piper?"

"The marvels of the video camera," Sam pulled a slim camcorder out of his back pocket and threw it across to Andy, "not gonna be as good as a doctor's report or anything but we can probably deal with that one, was gonna show it to Leo, that fails I believe my plan was to give Piper every injury she had ever given Chris...actually I might do that anyway..."

"Hello? Two completely clueless people in the room, care to fill us in?" Paige cut across the reunion, "Right now we've got your attention, I'm fairly certain we've established names, care to share why you're here? And who the hell you are?"

"Prue, sister and super witch, Andy, Prue's boyfriend. Paige, half sister, Coop, my husband. Introductions done – how's Chris?" Phoebe said quickly and leaving no room for questions, "Cos if he's healed I wanna put him to bed and let him sleep."

"He's fine, he has a room here? Why?"

"Not a room exactly, more a bed he claims every time him and Wyatt stay over here, so I can take him?"

"Yeah, go..." Prue waved a hand before wincing and clutching her head, "Oh I'm in trouble now...back soon – I hope." Prue orbed out ready to face a bunch of very angry Elders, Andy followed quickly for support, and he still had Sam's camera.

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"Miss Halliwell, care to explain yourself?"

As Prue started to answer the Elder Andy walked in behind her clutching Sam's camera, cutting Prue off before she even had a chance to speak he started talking:

"Video evidence is always more convincing I think you'll find, so watch."

Focusing on the camera so it projected its images onto the wall behind them the Elder's watched in silence as the camera played back everything it had seen.

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"I didn't mean to win! Please mom, please believe me! I didn't, please! Please Mom!"

"Shut up you bloody brat, I didn't ask you to speak and you know what that means..." Piper glared as she started moving towards her youngest son.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please don't! I'm sorry!"

"Sorry isn't good enough! You know the rules! You. Know. Your. Place. Why. Are. You. Ignoring. It?" Each word was emphasised with some sort of hit, kick, slap or punch, "Why. Did. You. Disobey. Me?"

"I'm sorry, please Mom, I won't do it again! Please!"

"Too late." Piper grinned before unlocking the basement door, "You know the rules Christopher." She picked up the 8 year old and threw him down the stairs, "Until you learn your lesson!" The door slammed shut and Chris found himself in darkness. Outside the door Piper listened to his crying and yelled at him to shut up, the 8 year old did so causing the Halliwell Matriarch to gain an extremely satisfied look.

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"Jesus Chris, what did she do to you?"

Chris visibly jumped and started reapplying the 8 glamours he currently had on his body.

"There's no point doing that now you know, I've already seen them."

Chris started turning round and the camera suddenly went black, it flickered back to life with a whispered "sorry" from Sam, "can't let him see it, he'd kill me".

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A still picture appeared on the screen showing Chris in the basement from that morning. Numerous cuts and bruises covered his body and his right leg was very clearly broken with the bone protruding through the skin.

"You gonna believe him now?"

The camera zoomed in on Chris as Sam continued talking:

"Your great Charmed One did this to him, when are you all powerful jerks gonna do something about it?"

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The painful image of Chris twisted and broken remained projected on the wall.

"Think that gives you your proof, and the reason we were there. Now amazingly enough we have to go before Sam has a heart attack when he realises I've stolen his camera. See you later!"

Andy smirked and orbed him and Prue back into Phoebe's apartment and chucking Sam's camera back to him.

"Now what?"

"Now, now we go talk to Leo."

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Longest chapter or this fic ever! Anyways maximum of two more chapters depending really on what I actually put in the next chapter...but this fic is nearing the end! I'm gonna miss it!

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