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A/N: Um sorry no smut, yah I’m warning you right away. Just setting up for something that will happen soon. God I haven’t worked on this one in so long and then I got two new reviews for it. Big smiles. I will be trying to up date more often but my writers block is only letting go in trickle so place be patients.

Well my gremlins love you all.

Chapter 22 (I think)

Dealing with a neurotic white-lighter was hard. Dealing with one that was your nephew was harder. Phoebe was quickly realizing that Chris was probably worse then she was growing up. He clearly had issues with his dad, Piper, Wyatt, the rest of them and oh yah, the whole world. God she had been calling him for hours and still no answer. She had contemplated telling Paige at least. Maybe then she could get some sleep. But it was probably a bad idea since neither of them were any good at keeping secrets.

Deciding that sleep was forfeited for the night Phoebe got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Once inside she studied her reflection. She tried to imagine herself twenty years older and couldn’t. She tried to think of what she would have looked like when her own children were born but Chris hadn’t said anything about them.. Com to think about it he hadn’t said anything about any more of their family other then Wyatt.

Frowning at her reflection, she pulled off her night shirt and got ready for a shower. Once clean she was sure she would either get to sleep or get going on letters. She just needed a fresh start.

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Chris orbed into Kirra’s lair. The young looking seer was smiling patiently waiting for him to come closer. She knew why he was here. Hell she probably knew more about him then the Haillwells knew but that was more from sneak peeks into what could be and what will be’s. “So wondering why the power drain is happening?”

Chris studied the scantly clad demon. There was no denying that she was a hotty. Hell he’d considered asking if she wanted to a couple of times but …well…he tended to get people killed by doing that. “Yah. My powers are fluxuating a bit. It’s like my white-lighter don’t know what it wants to do and my witch doesn’t want to do anything. I can still get to my powers. It’s just taking more.”

“That’s ‘cuz you’re dying.” Simply put. Chris blinked a couple of times. He couldn’t be. There was no way he fought this long and hard for Wyatt to be right. He did not screw himself over.

“How?”

“Cuz they didn’t screw. Or aren’t gonna screw.” Perking up a bit. “Hey maybe you can be half fireman?”

Chris orbed out of cavern and away from the demon. Kirra watched him go. Hoping she had said the right words to keep him alive. He was a yin to the other’s yang. If one died so would the other. Then there would be nothing of magic left.

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The punching bag shook with each hit the blond overlord made. Each hit aimed and perfectly executed. Each hit made to block out dreams that couldn’t change the past. “FUCK!” Wyatt slammed his fist against the bag and it disintegrated under his power.

He had been at this since he woke. Ignoring his duties and preying that Chris was aright. By the time sync Chris conception date was closing in fast. Chris probably had no plan on how to get mom and dad back together to fuck to create him.

Wyatt tore the gloves off his hands with a vengeance. Well it seemed that he had to clean up Chris mess again.

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Chris orbed into Phoebe’s office hoping to find help. What he found was normal. Phoebe going through letters and ignoring him. He hated asking her for help. A small part of him wanted to see how she would react to his request. A large part of him wasn’t surprised.

She blamed him. She threw everything in his face. And then was concerned that she hit on him. She went on about how he seemed to hate Leo for no reason and sort through her mail.

He just didn’t want to tell them yet that the reason he hated Leo was the fact that his own father had tried to kill him, repeatedly!

Glaring at the letters he flung them on the floor without moving an eyelash. “You know, I can do that a lot faster then you can pick it up.” Smiling rudly at the kneeling and glaring witch. “Hey, we could make a game of it.” Phoebe continued to glare at the trouble maker from where she was gathering her letters. She would have made a comment back but her vision had other ideas.

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Wyatt shimmered to the book immediately after his quick shower. Scanning the pages he stopped at the torn out one. Chris had taken it. He had stolen the spell on Bianca’s command to keep Wyatt from following. Gee that would work well it’s not like he never made a back up copy of everything he deemed useful.

Shaking his head Wyatt opened his personal spell book to the last page. Smiling slightly at the wording Wyatt knew he didn’t need anything but orbing and his potions to do what he wanted.

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Piper turned the book that she found in the basement over. It was old and moulded but what caught her attention was that it was opened to a page that had a description of a boy like Chris. The book for all her knowledge was never there before but it seemed to be part of the house. It looked like a journal of some kind. One written in code since no names were used but maybe, just maybe she could it out. There were descriptions of places and clothes being stolen and replaced. About jeans that were too tights to be worn to school and “should be consider illegal for anyone with that ass to wear in public.” She giggled at the wording.

As she slipped thru the book she noticed that it was indeed a journal and it was quite descriptive of how much a certain dark haired beauty was teasing the owner without meaning to. It seemed to Piper that the owner was probably in love with the dark haired one who he nicknamed Cherub and was planning on doing something about it soon.

Smiling a little evilly Piper settled into the couch in her room hoping that she would be able to figure out if this Cherub was Chris.

Opening to the middle it was clear that the ploy had worked and the owned was in full play with the Cherub. The writing style and tone dictated happiness and love. She read about a walk and a trip to a fair. About tricking the Cherub into wearing a dress. Also a very nice description of how the Cherub was able to walk in heels.

Snickering to herself she had to accept that most likely the book belonged to Wyatt and the Cherub was Chris. She re-read about happy times and skipped over more detailed parts about what Wyatt was able to convince Chris to do. Her heart ached a bit when she noticed that while it implied that Chris lived here with him, other then that he was alone. There was no mention if her and Chris got along or if Leo was accepting of their relationship. Actually that could be why Chris was at odds with Leo so much. Maybe Leo didn’t like Chris. She forced the ach away when she read about ow ticklish Chris was supposed to be. He sounded perfect. Her son sounded so happy.

Turning to the last page her smile vanished as she read the words
“He killed for me.
He killed him.”
She could see where tears stained the old pages.
“ I would be dead if he didn’t.
SO would he but…He saved me.
How could I fail him like this.
I have to make him forget.
I have to make him innocent again”

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Piper brushed her hair out of her face and she stirred the pot containing her potion. It was simple enough. It would remove any spell placed on anyone put on by Haillwell magic. She just hoped that it would be unnecessary.

Closing her eyes she could see Wyatt desperately trying to toy with Chris’ mind to give him back an innocents that he had willingly given up to protect those he loved. Chris had killed to protect. In her books that made him a victim. He had no choice. It was his and Wyatt’s life or the whoever it was trying very hard to kill them. She hoped that the thing after her boys had suffered.

Piper poured some of the potion into a cup of coffee and dumped the rest. She needed to find Chris.

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Chris orbed back with Phoebe and Jinny in tow. He was half tempted to drop them both in a volcano along the way back but was quite proud of the restrain that he showed. And he happily smelt coffee. Coffee his oh true love. He needed some.

Piper smiled as she watched Chris make a bee line form her sister to the mostly empty pot. She held the cup out to him and took a sip of her own.

Phoebe looked questionably form her sister to the coffee pot. It was the middle of the afternoon. The only one who ever drank coffee at this time was Chris. He was a caffeine junky. Her answer was given as she saw the wave of a potion take effect and Chris open his eyes.

-tbc