Author's Note: There will not be that accelerated growth thing for supe babies, how could the Thundermans have possibly been able to keep Chloe secret if that actually was a thing?

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Chapter 8

Halliwell Manor, Past:

Upon learning that Parisa was in fact her niece through her younger half-sister Prue did make changes to her will, and she was even nice enough to let the teens finish their Christmas/Yule shopping through her. She also didn't expect them to pay her back since they were both still in womb. Prue did like the gift of yellow, peach, and dark pink roses that she received at work one day. Ever since finding out she happened to be a Wiccan witch with powers she had studied up on the Victorian Flower Language. Yellow was the friendship rose, peach was appreciation, and dark pink was saying thank you. Prue knew they were from Max.

Parisa downs another two Midol after she wakes up, and wanders downstairs, it was so weird for her to not orb, but the sisters didn't know about Whitelighters yet. There was a cup of Dark Chocolate Cocoa waiting for her, and Piper was whipping her way through breakfast, making them scrambled eggs, hash browns, small sausage links, bacon, toast, and if Parisa gave her a small suggestion about working out how to make her recipes without the major allergens no one was around to call her on it. Piper hadn't honestly thought about it, but it did make sense, future generations could have allergies to wheat, dairy, nuts...and dammit all, she happened to be a trained chef, if she couldn't find a way to make her dishes palatable and allergen free she wasn't trying hard enough!

Magic School, Max and Parisa's Present:

Piper cocks her head to the side, " Huh, it was Parisa that got me started on palatable allergen free cooking. She just made a small suggestion, and I ran with it. "

" Remind me to thank her for that since Kat is lactose intolerant. " Paige says even as she runs her hands through her hair, " It would help if we could find out why they ended up in the past. "

Phoebe/Rachel sighs wearily, " Well, I told you all I know. "

" We know, but swirling gold lights is spell transportation. Wait…what about future Chris? " Phoebe asks.

Paige groans, " We need a Triquetra, I know the spell to get him here. "

Phoebe is quick to draw one on a blank white board in the library, and has it pointed towards a soft landing, " Hear these words, hear they rhyme, heed the hope within my mind, send him back to where he'll find, what I wish through place and time! "

Chris Halliwell manages to go into a somersault, and land safely, he'd been mid-orb when he'd been summoned, " Okay, what is…dammit, this is when Max and Parisa got sent back to late nineteen ninety eight, isn't it? "

" That's right, oh nephew of mine, can you gives us any hints? " Paige asks.

Chris runs his left hand through his slightly long, shaggy, dark brown locks, " This I can actually talk about, helps when you know someone whom is above the golden robed ones, that and I am a registered Super, they have no jurisdiction over me. "

Piper's mouth opens and closes in shock, " You abandoned your roots! "

Chris' jade green eyes narrow, " Don't you even start with me, mother! I died to save Wyatt, got treated like shit to save your oh so precious Twice Blessed, all because you are fucking obsessed with being normal. It was Max and Parisa in the original timeline that gave everyone a fighting chance! They start up an Anti-Hero League since Wiccans and Superheroes are so damned squeamish about picking up a sword and fucking finishing the job. The only two reasons we didn't kill Wyatt was A) he's family, and B) he was born in the Manor and therefore more susceptible to turning evil! Something you and Phoebe conveniently forgot when you wanted to get laid! "

Phoebe/Rachel's chestnut colored eyes snap up to meet Chris' jade green eyes, " I can honestly say that suits Max, he's not evil, but he's not fully good either. He won't help a stranger, but at the same time only he's allowed to mess with his family. He'll break bones, at the least, to protect those he cares about. "

Chris smirks at her, " You're going by Rachel right now, huh? "

" I am. " Phoebe/Rachel ripostes.

Paige and Leo both look at the shell shocked older Charmed sisters, " You've been waiting a long time to say that, haven't you, dear nephew? " Paige asks him.

" You have no fucking idea! Anyhow, let's get my favorite cousin, and her other half home. " Chris says.

Halliwell Manor, past:

Once breakfast had been eaten the adults head out, save Phoebe, whom needed to be present to actually get the work done on the Manor. Finding out that Handy Man would work for meals along with Lady Artiste was a goddess sent blessing, when Prue looked up Superheroes. Piper has no problems with making traditional southern meals, or any other kind of meal for that matter. Handy Man arrives with Lady Artiste, and the female heroine squeals at the fact that she gets to work on the outside of such a beautiful home like the Manor, giving her a facelift. Working for meals was a lot cheaper than others of their abilities, and they happened to be heroes, they were honest.

Handy Man even agreed to check on the ventilation filters, and work on making it so the Manor was better ventilated. This meant that Max and Parisa had to get creative with avoiding Handy Man, no way in Hell were they going to really fuck up the time line! Little things that wouldn't matter in the long run were different, and Prue knew how to keep a secret, unlike her siblings, well, the full blooded ones anyhow. Paige damned well knew how to keep a secret, and didn't live with a rose tinted view of the world like Piper did. Piper honestly seemed to think that the only threats her kids had to deal with were the supernatural kind, and not the mortal kind, which could and would come back to bite several people in the ass. Not Chris, since Max took it upon himself to teach him how to defend himself, starting by fighting dirty.

They were back in the clothes they arrived in, though they do pack up the other clothes they had been wearing as well, and make sure to be ready to leave at a moments' notice. Their Christmas/Yule presents were also wrapped, and packed up as well. Parisa was already thinking about what she was going to get Max for his fifteenth birthday as well, though Valentine's Day was first, and this one would actually be their first as a couple.

Yes, Max was planning out their first Valentine's day as a couple, and he would make damned sure nothing interfered with their date then. He was not going to allow anyone to mess up their first Valentine's Day as an official couple. Then after that was their one year anniversary since they started dating, which oddly enough, and he really should have thought that through, was on his birthday. Ma belle impératrice, comment allons-nous célébrer notre anniversaire(My beautiful empress, how are we going to celebrate our anniversary)?

Parisa cocks her head to the side as they cuddle on Aunt Pearl's couch in the attic, they did need to think about that since their anniversary was also his birthday, C'est une très bonne question, mon consort. Un que je n'ai pas de réponse pour le moment. Nous pourrions rester debout après minuit et célébrer alors(That is a very good question, my consort. One that I don't have an answer to right now. We could stay up until after midnight, and celebrate then).

Max cards his fingers through her blonde locks while he thinks about the viability of that plan. They still had time to figure out how they were going to fit in a birthday celebration, and their one year dating anniversary as well. He was so enjoying the fact that they basically had no adult supervision, he had already promised himself that nothing past second base would happen until Parisa was sixteen, which was a little over three months after he turned sixteen. He could be patient, after that though, all bets were off. Whatever happened after that happened. He had quite the nest egg from his app sales, apps that were marketed specifically to teens/couples, in a Swiss Bank Account thanks to having help from Dr. Colosso. Thankfully Phoebe had Handy Man start in the attic, making it easier for the teens to stay out of sight.

Both had commandeered backpacks, which Max had looped around his left arm while also cradling his girlfriend close. Parisa has her head nestled right under his chin, her left hand curled around his right bicep. This upcoming weekend is going to suck. I won't have you to act as a buffer with my family.

Hey, how do you think I feel? My aunts will insist upon the ridiculousness of Girl Talk, and expect me to actually contribute! They do not need to know every detail of my dating life! Aunt Phoebe's annoyed that I asked Uncle Coop not to tell them anything.

Your aunts, especially Phoebe, are way too damned nosy. Our dating life is our business, hence why we hid the fact we were dating in the first place! Why can't they just leave us be?!

They seem to think I like their inane nattering that they call Girl Talk, which is the same insipid prattling your twin and Cherry engage in, and that I avoid like the Plague!

Max winces at this telepathic comment, his girlfriend loathed Girl Talk! She also did not have any female friends, even now. Oh, Paige had tried to get her to have female friends, but Parisa just did not have the same interests as the majority of their female peers, making it exceedingly hard to make any female friends. She'd gone straight for him, and not his twin sister back in kindergarten, her interests were more in line with his. Hell, she got along better with the male Supers than the female Supers anyhow. Want me to see if I can be present at the family dinner again?

Unfortunately you can't, this one is family only, and Aunt Piper ordained it.

Max had a very bad feeling about the upcoming family dinner Parisa was going to, if they got back to their time by then. Just then swirling gold lights surround them, and Max just has enough time to leave a note where Prue will find it so she would know they were safe.

Magic School, Present:

Both teens swear as they land hard on the floor, and then Parisa orb tackles future Chris, " Tu m'as manqué, cousin(Did you miss me, cousin)? "

" Bien sûr, vous étiez ma baby-sitter préférée, pensez-vous que vous pouvez m'apprendre à fabriquer la potion de transport puisque votre mère est extrêmement têtue au sujet des gains personnels(Of course, you were my favorite babysitter, think you can teach me how to make the Transportation Potion since your mom is being exceedingly stubborn about personal gain). " Parisa says.

" Je crois que je peux le faire pour mon cousin préféré. Je dois aussi vous donner l'antidote pour la potion de vérité que votre nourriture sera dosée avec ce week-end. Vous pouvez gérer le sort de vérité par vous-même(I believe I can squeeze that in for my favorite cousin. I also need to give you the antidote potion for the truth potion that your food will be dosed with this weekend. You can handle the Truth Spell on your own). " Chris replies just as quickly.

" Pourquoi l'enfer ont-ils senti le besoin de doser sa nourriture de toute façon(Why the Hell did they feel the need to dose her food anyhow)? " Max asks.

Chris rolls his eyes at this, " Why do you think? "

" Because I/Parisa refuses to tell them anything that they want to know. " the couple says in unison.

" Même si elle parle de Personal Gain, ma mère n'a pas peur d'utiliser Personal Gain pour obtenir ce qu'elle veut non plus, et toujours pour des raisons frivoles(As much as she harps on Personal Gain my mother sure isn't afraid to use Personal Gain to get what she wants either, and always for frivolous reasons). " Chris deadpans, " Come, cous, frère(brother), I'll give you both Potions lessons, and make you each a triple batch of your favorite cookies as well. "

"Attention, elle a besoin de la version de la semaine de l'enfer(Fair warning, she needs the week of Hell version). " Max says lightly, already handing Parisa some dark chocolate.

" Noted, frère(brother). " Chris says, and orbs them all out to his Aunt Paige's home, he slips Parisa the antidote potion, and she makes sure it will appear just before she arrives at the weekend family dinner.

Juuban:

Aino Minako runs her brush through her golden tresses, one hundred strokes for each section. Jupiter knew whom the Hime had been reborn as, but was resolutely refusing to have her drawn into this cluster fuck of a situation that her damned mother in her first life had created. The blonde sighs wearily, she honestly couldn't blame Jupiter either, just from her few disjointed memories of the Silver Millennium she knew damned well that the Hime had been miserable, she hid it well, but for those that knew her best it was easy to spot. She was so not looking forward to Mars awakening. Though helping Mercury's civilian form gain a bitch mode was a must before that did happen.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, Thundermans, or Charmed.