Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Charmed.

Summary: Chris and Xander live two different lives but something connects them. No slash.

"Wyatt, do we have any more olives?" Chris called to Wyatt who was in the supply room gathering things for that night.

"Yeah," Came Wyatt's answer that Chris barely heard. Chris continued to clean the counter because something had gotten stuck on the counter and one of the barkeepers hadn't cleaned it up properly last night. After a few more moments it came off and Chris looked around at the bar for anything else that needed to be cleaned up before they opened in less than an hour.

Soon Wyatt came up the stairs using telekinesis to bring up all the supplies they needed. Chris rolled his eyes. Every time he did that Chris used to remind of exposure or personal gain but Wyatt never stopped so Chris had mostly stopped warning him.

"Wyatt, hurry up before anyone sees you." Wyatt used his telekinesis to put all the supplies where they were meant to go in half the time it would have taken if they had done it by hand. Chris took one of the stools down by hand and sat down on it. Wyatt used his telekinesis one down and sat on it as well.

"Chris, can I ask you a question?" Chris looked carefully at Wyatt, he looked nervous about something and kept looking between Chris and the floor.

"Sure Wy," Chris responded curiously.

"Have you ever thought of moving out?" Wyatt looked embarrassed to be asking him.

"Yeah sure, but we're safer together."

"Yeah...but eventually... we have our own lives and let's face it, we can't live at home forever."

"Yeah, we can, Mom owns it and one day it will pass to either you or me or the both of us."

"Yeah, when we're really old and probably have kids of our own."

"What are you saying?"

"I don't know, I'm thinking of moving out and I was wondering if I found a place would you move in with me? "Chris didn't know what to say. He had thought of moving out many times, but he had never been faced with the choice before. Chris didn't know either way what he wanted to do.

"I don't know."

"That's okay Chris, just think about it okay?" Chris looked down at his lap.

"Kay." He heard the other stools being taken off the counter and set down simultaneously. Chris smiled, Wyatt thought he was invincible and was really cocky about how powerful he was but that was his brother.

He looked around the room. This club had originally been his mom's, but when they had been children she had someone else manage it for some time while she got back into cooking, and when Wyatt had turned 21 she had given the club to him. When Chris had turned 21, he had joined his brother as co-owner and co-manager of the establishment. Over the years it had gone through 2 remodels but still looked a good deal like it had when it had first been opened. Chris only knew that from photographs though. His thoughts were interrupted by the employees coming in through the back. He turned towards them and put a smile on his face.

"Jan, Trish, Edgar, Jacob." Chris greeted as they all came in. There were still more employees to come but Chris was happy they were here. Jan and Trish started their own personal prepping. Edgar and Jacob went to the back to put their personal stuff in a safe place to guard them against people who were stupid enough to steal from bouncers.

Chris made his to the back room of the club and started looking at their finances like he did every day until Wyatt came and got him because the club was getting full and they needed more hands on deck. He got a good way into it when the door opened. A quick glance up confirmed it was Wyatt and after a quick trip to the safe, he made his way onto the club floor.

Even after 28 years, P3 was still a very busy club and for that Chris and Wyatt were forever grateful for that. They got to doing what they normally, did making sure everything was running smoothly. He was restocking napkins when he heard it.

"Chris!" Chris knew that voice anywhere it was his mom's and she needed him. Chris looked around and found Wyatt looking at him too. Wyatt jerked his head to the side slightly as a part of a code they had which translated to 'Did you get that too?' Chris nodded, Wyatt nodded at him back which Chris knew meant 'It's your turn see you later'. Chris quickly moved to avoid any possible eye contact or distractions until he made his way to the empty back room. Chris closed the door, locked it and orbed himself home.

As soon as he orbed in he found Aunt Phoebe lying on the ground clearly injured.

"Aunt Phoebe!" he ran over to her as quickly as he could and knelt over her, focusing as much as he could on healing her. As soon as he felt she was okay, he stopped.

"Okay, wanna tell me what happened?" It wasn't often that his mom and aunts went vanquishing, mostly only when it required the power of three. Or they were mad or got a hankering. That's when he saw Ladybug and Melinda, Aunt Phoebe's daughters. Ladybug was nineteen and Melinda was 17 but they both looked about 5 at the moment. The two girls looked terrified and extremely guilty. Chris could guess what happened but Melinda seemed intent on telling him.

"It was our fault, me and Ladybug tried to take out a demon who was too powerful for us. It actually needed the power of three but we didn't know that at the time. We're so sorry." Both did indeed look sorry, still, they should have known better by now, but it wasn't his place to tell them that. He was sure that someone else would tell them that, and since he had taken care of the family emergency he had to get back to work. First, though he scanned both his mom and Aunt Paige. They didn't seem to look any worse for wear but he wanted to be sure.

"Are you guys okay?"

"Yeah we're fine thanks, Chris, I'll see you tomorrow?" His mother said with a warm smile. Chris looked at his watch, it was 12:45.

"Actually a little later on today." She looked down at her watch as well.

"Really, it's that late?" She gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek and said.

"Be safe." Chris just smiled and orbed out to the back room and sighed. There were still a few more hours till work was over and he was already tired. For some reason, healing seemed to take a lot out of him, not that he'd ever tell anyone that. He didn't want anyone to hesitate to call him to their rescue just because he wasn't as powerful as Wyatt. He straightened himself out and walked out the door into the club and found Wyatt.

"What happened?" Wyatt asked so softly he barely heard it over the loud music in the club.

"Ladybug and Melinda accidentally got Aunt Phoebe hurt," Chris muttered back getting a little closer to Wyatt.

"But she's okay?" Wyatt asked concerned.

"Yeah, she's fine, I healed her. I'm more worried about Ladybug and Melinda at this point."

"It's not like we've never done that before, gotten people we care for hurt because we were arrogant."

"Hey, you're the arrogant one, not me. Don't lump me with you."

"Are you telling you have never gotten anyone in our family in trouble because you thought you could handle something you couldn't?"

"Point." He said with a slight grimace. Remembering the variety of injuries various family members had gotten bailing him out of trouble. Wyatt seemed to see where his thoughts were going.

" Everyone in our family has it's part of being a Halliwell." They smiled at each other and got back to work.

Author's note: Chris's and Xander's POV will switch off every chapter at first. Please review.