Another short chapter! I know! And I know I've been MIA too. But I'm getting back into it, hallelujah! Anyway, keep the reviews coming. And what do you say about evil Wyatt coming in? Leave your sugggestions and comments! Read on. (P.S. Don't kill me.)

She gave him a wry grin at his blunt statement. It wasn't one filled with genuine amusement. In fact, it was bitter with a slight undertone of sadness, like she was genuinely crestfallen that he had to even ask that question.

"You know, from what I've heard of you, you're supposed to be this really smart person who can catch onto anything," She told him, sitting on the couch he was previously sleeping on. She was neither teasing, nor degrading him. In fact, she sounded rather factual. "I'm surprised you can't figure it out, despite having the most obvious clue right under your nose."

Chris merely stared at her coldly, his brows furrowed in concentration. He hated how he was so comfortable with her. He wasn't panicking or even jumping to conclusions; he wasn't fearful that she was sent by Wyatt, despite his allegations, he was generally listening to her, and he was even thinking over what she said. The neurotic side of him wanted to believe that she was another minion of Wyatt's, and that she was waiting for him to put his guard down before stabbing him in the back, but the other part of him...

The other part of him was so tired of all the lies and distrust that he just wanted one ally he could fall back on.

She sighed again at his imploring gaze. "How about another clue?" She suggested, now adopting a slightly teasing look. "It's what you just said." She seemed to bask in the fact that he couldn't figure it out. And he wanted to wipe that smile off her face. It wasn't often that someone bested him. He was not going to let a strange teenager hold his obliviousness over his head.

Then he thought back about what he said moments before. Other than asking her about the resistance, which he concluded had no clue after thoroughly analysing it, he went to the part on Wyatt.

"You called him Wyatt. No one in the Resistance, except for the Halliwells, calls him Wyatt."

"Halliwell," he stated, looking at her. "You're a Halliwell." She simply tilted her head at that, offering no reply.

"What, you're going to tell me you're related to us?" He took in her appearance, especially the green eyes. No one has had those eyes in his family since her. She may just be related to them. But how? "Don't tell me you're Wyatt's daughter. Or mine." He looked genuinely affronted by that mere idea. She laughed at his expression.

"Gods no!" She laughed. "You're like 21 in my time." He breathed out a sigh of relief before regarding her with skepticism. She couldn't be any of his living cousins unless she was glamoured, but his gut told him that was not it. That he was missing something important. "You know, you're an idiot if you can't guess this after I tell you: I'm not from your future."

His eyes snapped to hers at that, and he felt his heart clench. She knew that was it She could see all the pieces come together in his mind- her name, her insistence on using Mel, her eyes, the attitude, how they were so attuned with each other when they were fighting the giant blob...

His face was full of distrust, but his eyes were full of barely concealed anguish, and surprisingly, if she interpreted it correctly, hope.

"Melinda." Give the man an award, he finally gets it!