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Chapter Four

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The Memories

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The small eight-year-old boy stared at the gold and silver sheen that the sword seemed to cast. He smiled at it, closing his eyes and listening to the soft song it was singing to him. Did it sing like this for his brother? He’d never thought to ask him before. It was like a wave of calm had been washed over him every time he was in the same room with it.

On some level, he wanted to answer the calling he felt from it – but he wasn’t allowed to. Excalibur belonged to Wyatt. As soon as that thought passed through his head, the sweet singing faltered and dulled considerably, as did his smiling. It wasn’t meant for him. He wasn’t the Twice-Blessed Child, son of a Charmed One and a Whitelighter, and he was the second child that no one noticed, that no one cared about.

Christopher Perry Halliwell – the half-Elder hybrid that was invisible.

Sure, his mother doted on him occasionally, teaching him how to cook some of the most fascinating dishes, his aunts babysat when his mom needed them to, his uncles took him on play dates, and once, his dad even took him to a baseball game for father’s day just for the two of them. But he wasn’t important. Wyatt was the first name on off their lips when a demon attacked, and he was just an after thought if they remembered him at all.

Normally, Chris didn’t mind. After all, he may have had an inferiority complex with his brother, but Wyatt had never treated him like they did. His brother always told him how special he was. He praised him when he accomplished things and even helped him develop the powers his family didn’t know existed – after all, they thought he was too young to have powers.

Neither Chris nor Wyatt understood their logic – Wyatt’s had powers since the womb. However when Chris tried to tell them about his powers when he was four, they brushed it off and his mother grounded him for telling lies. He had even been prepared to show her what he could do. It was amazing, he could hear everyone’s thoughts. However, it was what he’d heard that made him not what to show off his new power.

‘Why can’t he be more like his brother?’

After hearing that, he’d just stayed quiet and let her yell at him for lying even if he knew he hadn’t. Later that night, Wyatt had orbed into his room and let him cry on his shoulder. The older boy had been thinking murderous thoughts, he knew, but they had both calmed down when he asked if Wyatt could help him learn how to control it.

When he got a new power over the years, he only tried to tell his parent one last time before he gave up on them completely and decided to only tell Wyatt and his Astral Twin and cousin, Phoenicia. Since she was a Telepath herself, they learned how to control their abilities together. She kept most of her powers secret too. She didn’t even tell her dad about some of them, though they all had a feeling that uncle Cole knew about what they did on their ‘play dates’ and just didn’t say anything to anyone.

Chris had always liked uncle Cole – he praised him too. He was the fun uncle who always snuck presents and candy to him and his brother when their parents weren’t looking. The man wasn’t entirely human. He was born a half demon and currently everyone considered him an Immortal since he couldn’t die… or at least stay dead. Somehow he always managed to come back to life after someone killed him.

Then there was grandpa Victor. Gramps was probably the adult closest to Chris. The old man had woken up to find the small boy curled up on his couch at four a.m. on more then one occasion. Usually when his parents yelled at him for something. They had started yelling more and more, and Chris had spent the night almost every day for three weeks straight.

Orbing was a handy power.

Now he was eight years old and he had a total of eight powers – two a year since he was four. It may not have been as many powers as his brother had, but considering his mom only had two powers, he figured it had to be worth something. He wondered what would happen if he tried to tell his father about his powers now… his dad was always spending time with Wyatt, training him how to use his powers and Excalibur, so would he finally spend time with him like he used to?

Before he could think more on it, he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. The boy panicked. He wasn’t supposed to be in the attic by himself, and he certainly wasn’t allowed to be near his brother’s sword! Taking a deep breath, Chris channeled his new powers. When the door opened his parents walked in, arguing, not noticing their son’s presence. The dark haired boy might have thought they wouldn’t have noticed him even if he hadn’t been Cloaking himself from them. It was a weird power and he wasn’t too sure what it did exactly. He wasn’t invisible, because when he was testing it all he had to do was say something along the lines of ‘I’m right here’ and they noticed him again.

Kind of like a Notice-Me-Not power, he supposed.

“No!” his mother cried, drawing his attention back to them. “You can’t do this, Leo Wyatt!”

“Piper,” sighed Leo reasonably. “He needs to be trained properly,” Chris’s heart leapt to his throat. Could they be talking about him? “He is too powerful be stay the way he is. It’ll only be for a little while,” the man assured her. Piper shook her head, angry tears forming in her eyes as she glared at her husband.

“You’re not taking my baby from me!”

“Sweetheart,” he soothed. “We’ll visit every weekend, I swear,”

“No!”

“Honey, you need to think about the bigger picture here,” the Elder said sternly. “I won’t let him out of my sight, you know this. He’s the most important thing in my life – our life – but he is a danger to himself and other the way he is. If he is to become King and rule over all magic he needs to be able to handle it,”

“… But he’s only ten years old,” she said miserably.

“I know,” her husband nodded. “I know it’s hard for you to let him go. But he needs this. And you’ll still have your sisters here.” The Elder caressed her face lovingly. “Chris will be here too.” Piper scoffed, effectively yet unknowingly breaking the eight-year-old boy’s already fragile heart into a million tiny orb particles. It would have hurt less if she had blown him up, he was sure.

“It won’t be the same,”

With tears running down his face, he orbed away, unnoticed by his parents who were wallowing in tears of their own for their only son – after all, Chris didn’t matter. When he rematerialized, he found himself on the Bridge. This was his spot. His father had brought him here after his first and only baseball game. The small boy collapsed and curled into a ball, his chin resting on his knees. No one would find his up here. His father had stopped coming when he had began training Wyatt. Now it was his and his alone. He reached up a hand and wiped the tears away from his eyes, taking a deep breath while trying to get a reign on his emotions.

Empathy had been a nightmare to control but he found it easier ever since he’d learnt how to clear his head. Phoenicia had thought him some breathing techniques and the Art of Meditation. It took him longer to clear his mind today then it normally did. Maybe it was because he’d actually heard his mother admit, without words, what he’d feared for half of his life.

That he wasn’t worth it.

Dark lashes fluttered open and his sea green eyes peered up at the ceiling with a pained look in them. He remembered that day, so very clearly. Up on the Bridge, he’d been kidnapped by a demon that tried to poison his mind against his family. He'd very nearly turned on them, would have, had it not been for Mia, Wyatt, and Luke. However, in the process of saving him, everyone had learnt about his powers and they tried to bind them so that he wouldn't be... tempted to use them against anyone again. For his own good.

Chris looked down when felt Phoenicia shift in his arms. “Darkness?” she queried.

“Yes,” he nodded briefly, tightening his hold on her. “Just a little bit,”

The girl scowled darkly. “Trying to snuff out the Light,”

“I suppose,” he agreed.

“Wont work,” she said fiercely. “Light is too strong – Darkness cannot contain the Phoenix of Light.”

Chris smiled at her and nodded his head, “It wont, Mia, it wont.” he promised her and she smiled back at him contently before resting her head on his chest, her eyes falling closed. Chris shook his head, knowing that she was purposely trying to make him go back to sleep by trapping him under her – she was sneaky like that. With a sigh, his eyes fluttered closed once more and his breathing evened out. He was asleep within minutes.

Stranding in the open doorway of her room, Phoebe didn’t know what to think as she watched her neurotic whitelighter from the future with her daughter from the future together in her bed. She hadn’t understood a word of their conversation. They knew each other better then anyone else could hope too, she could tell, but how did they do that? How did they communicate with just their expressions and a few simple words? She sighed, perplexed, and looked back at the bed.

Chris had his arms wrapped around the slender girl, one hand buried in her hair while the other was resting on her waist. Phoenicia was cuddled up to Chris, her face buried in his neck, her body practically lying on top of him. The pair looked so… content. Surprisingly enough, she didn’t feel the motherly urge to rip the two apart like any normal mother would do when catching her daughter in bed with a man.

Maybe it had to do with the fact that she could actually feel the emotions in the room. Chris had his guard down and she could actually read him clearly for once. Protectiveness. Sadness. Grief. Anger. Love. There were so many emotions floating about that she couldn’t decipher them all, but she knew that he cared about Phoenicia with all of his heart and would do anything for her.

With a wistful sigh, she stepped back and closed the door softly before going downstairs to the kitchen. Paige and Leo were munching on a cookie, which looked really good, while Piper was frowning. She had been a little surprised to find that there were homemade cookies waiting on the counter when she got home, and Leo had taken it upon himself to tell them that Chris had made them and no, there were not any potions or poisons in the batter as he’d watched the younger man make them. Phoebe, of course, snatched a cookie up as she sat down.

“They’re in my room,” she told them.

Paige quirked an eyebrow. “Both of them?”

“Yes,” affirmed the Empath with a nod. “Both of them.”

“In the same bed?” the youngest sister asked slyly.

“Yes,” she said firmly, giving her sister a glare. “Gutter, gutter, gutter,”

Piper eyed her sister strangely, “You’re okay with that?”

“Yes,” repeated Phoebe for the third time. “They are both in my room, wrapped around each other, sleeping away their afternoon blissfully unaware of the conversation we’re currently having about them. No, they weren’t naked, nor was there anything sexual about the way he was holding her. Can we pick another topic now?” Her sisters backed down and Leo only shifted uncomfortably, and Phoebe looked at him, “Did you find out anything else about the surge of power you had us working on?”

The Elder shook his head, “No, we’re just as lost about this as you are.”

“Well, maybe we could do something if we knew what we were looking for,” hinted Paige.

“Look,” sighed Leo, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We detected a magical surge. Those usually happen when a demon surfaces from the Underworld. We haven’t been able to pinpoint it’s exact location – it’s almost as if this thing is everywhere. I can find traces of it in Spain and at the same time in New York. The only thing is, it hasn’t moved. It’s in both places.”

“Astral Projection?” Phoebe suggested.

“No,” he shook his head. “Its here in San Francisco. We know that much because the concentration of power basically overlaps the entire state. But that’s what I mean – it’s so powerful that the magic is spreading over the entire world. Japan, Italy, South America, Canada… it’s everywhere. Whatever this thing is, its more powerful then the Titans. Its like having Charmed Ones, the Source, the Titans, and the Elders all combined and you still barely come close to how powerful this thing is.”

“That’s bad.” said Paige faintly, her eyes wide.

“What could be that powerful?” asked Piper worriedly.

“More importantly,” said Phoebe. “Is it good or is it evil?”

In the shadows of the room, a lone figure had to suppress a snort at their little chat. He was highly amused at this – who would have thought that everything would be in such turmoil over two teenage kids? True, one of them was out of her mind, but even in her state she wouldn’t hurt anyone. Honestly, he was a bit surprised that Leo hadn’t figured it out yet. After all, the surge happened when Phoenicia arrived. It had gotten stronger after the Bond between her and Chris had been restored and his more… offensive powers were unbound. It was glaringly obvious. If Leo would just put his head to good use, he would realize that the reason their magic was everywhere was because they were each connected to their element.

Air and Fire.

Phoenicia was connected to pretty much the entire atmosphere, especially since she was the only Air Elemental in this time and Chris… well; he was connected to the earth’s core. Add their unique mix of Telepathy and Empathy to that and they were pretty much connected to every living being on the planet. Of course, Leo didn’t know about Chris or their psychic powers, but he did know that Phoenicia was an Elemental. Was he really that ignorant? How could he not see the connection?

Shaking his head sadly, the figure stepped out of the room and walked up the stairs. He made his way to Phoebe’s room and watched the two on the bed, a small smile playing on his lips. He crept closer to the bed and sat down, observing them. Chris had let his hair grow out. It reached passed his ears, the ends curling slightly. He felt a pang in his heart as he spotted the dark circles under the boy’s eyes and the hollowness of his cheeks. Chris deserved better then this. So did Phoenicia.

Tentatively, he reached out to brush the strands of dark hair away from Chris’s forehead. Before his hand could come in contact, a hand closed around his invisible wrist and sea-green eyes peered up at him lethargically. The hand tightened and he didn’t even bother trying to yank it away. Chris narrowed his eyes at the empty spot and allowed heat to pour through his hand, his eyes slowly taking on an amber hue.

“Show yourself,”

The command was quiet, as to not wake the slumbering girl beside him, but it held venom that promised intense pain if the demand wasn’t met accordingly. Steeling himself, he faded into view. He watched with some trepidation as shock settled over the younger man’s face. Chris took in the man’s appearance, as if trying to assure himself who was sitting there. He spotted a scar running down the side of the man’s face from his left eyebrow all the way to his ear. His dark blond hair was slicked back, hiding the tuffs of white that he knew were there. But the eyes… they were the same. Sea green, so much like his own.

“Leo?”

Winching at his given name, the man nodded, “Yes, son, it’s me.”

“Are you from…?” he trailed off hesitantly.

“Well,” the Elder began dryly. “I’m certainly not from here. Could you imagine the look on your mother’s face if I suddenly showed up dressed in a black leather jacket, carrying a never ending supply of potions and throwing knives on me?” Chris’s breath hitched and that was all the confirmation he needed. He tugged on his father’s wrist and pulled him down for a hug. It was kind of awkward with the position he was currently in, but he didn’t care.

“It worked.” he whispered in awe.

“So it was your fault” chuckled Leo, a playful smile settling on his lips as he gripped his son in a tight embrace. Who knew the next time Chris would let him hold him again. In fact, Leo himself could only remember doing so on very few occasions, all when the younger man was still a boy. It wasn’t enough, and it wasn’t fair. But it was his own fault Chris was so wary of him. “I’d wondered where my sudden knowledge of sword fighting came from and how I survived the attack when I remember being on my death bed after it happened.” Chris let out a choked laugh and pulled away. He disentangled himself from Phoenicia and looked at his father.

“Yeah, I kind of sent you to Valhalla,” he said sheepishly, running a hand through his hair. “I guess the Time Ripples have started to take effect if you’re alive now. That means you’ll have two sets of memories until the paradox is fixed and one of the timelines fade. I hope he process wasn’t too painful for you,” Leo nodded, giving his son a humorless look.

“Just wait till they catch up with you,” he mumbled with a hint of annoyance. “I don’t have to wait for two sets of memories as I’ve already gotten them as will you soon. You’re part Elder and once the Ripples work their way back through time to get to you, you’ll have one hell of a headache for a few weeks.” Chris bit his lip to hold in a laugh.

“I’m sorry, I forgot that Elders aren’t effected by changes is time the same way everything else is.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes, trying to keep the affectionate tone out of his voice. “I’ve missed you, Chris.” The younger man looked up at his with a shy, almost hopeful look on his face. “Thank you for giving me another chance. Especially since my past self seems to be a bit dim witted,” he admitted reluctantly.

Chris smirked at his father. “Just your past self?”

“Watch it, Christopher,” the Elder said playfully. Laughing, Chris stood up and stretched, feeling better then he had in a long time. His secondary mission had been a success. His father was still alive. If he could change that, then he had high hopes about saving Wyatt and Phoenicia. The potion would be ready in three days, if all went according to his plans. He was sure that with his father and Phoenicia’s help, they would neutralize any threat to Wyatt possible.

“Come on,” said Chris, gesturing for the Elder to follow him after he tucked his cousin back into bed. “I better introduce you first before they walk in unexpectedly and think you’re a Shapeshifter posing as Leo.” The two made their way downstairs, Chris feeling a bit nervous as he led the way. He prayed that his father didn’t say anything about who he was. He hoped he knew that Chris wanted to keep his identity a secret from them.

Walking into the kitchen, he hesitated slightly before clearing his throat to get their attention. All eyes went to him and he shifted his weight from foot to foot. His father stepped around him and, even with his knew foreboding appearance, they all recognized him immediately. Their first instinct was telling them that this was a demon in disguise. Another was saying to give him a hug. They each took a third option, which was to stare at Leo’s doppelganger with pure shock.

“Everyone,” said Chris clearly, masking his anxiousness. “This is Leo… from my time.”

“Are you sure?” asked Leo suspiciously, eyeing the darker man with distrust.

Chris rolled his eyes and turned to his father. “And you actually wonder why I say you need to lighten up,” he quipped, gaining himself a glare from both versions of the Elder. Finding this somewhat amusing, he smirked at them. “Okay, to make this less confusing, Past Leo, your get to keep your name and Future Leo, you’ll go by your alias, got it?”

“Fine, fine, Leon it is.” grumbled the Elder.

“Not much of a difference,” Paige pointed out .

Chris shrugged, “Well we don’t have to worry about mixing them up physically and they’re technically the same person, though I’d say Leon is a bit more battle wary, so who cares?” Not able to come up with something to dispute her whitelighter’s logic, Paige kept quiet. “Okay, so now I’ve introduce you, we can get down to business.”

“No.”

The young Elemental witch paused, looking at his father questioningly, “No?”

“No,” the Elder affirmed. “You’re on probation. No demon hunting, potion making, scrying, spell writing – none of it. You eat and rest until I say otherwise.” Chris stared at him in disbelief, his mouth hanging open slightly. He was on probation? “Don’t even try to make up excuses, Chris, otherwise I’ll tell Mia and you know that even in her state, she can kick your ass back to the future.”

Mouth snapping closed with an audible click, Chris glared at him. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Actually, I can,” said Leon coolly, returning the look full force. “You’re still a minor until October so I’m your guardian until then.”

Chris growled deep within his throat. “You can’t do that!”

“I just did.”

“I’m not a minor, damn it,” he hissed. “I was emancipated.”

“Watch your language,” chided Leon sternly. “And do you have any proof you were?”

“You watched me sign the damn papers!”

“Prove it.”

Before Chris could loose his temper, a gentle hand settled over his shoulder and he glanced back, already feeling the forced wave of calm his Twin was feeding him. Their eyes met and he smiled slightly when he noticed that hers were clear for the moment. Not only that, but he could tell that she was just as angry as he was. She took his hand and he felt something being pressed into his palm. He looked down and smirked, trying not to let out a laugh.

“Here’s your proof,” he said with no small amount of amusement, waving the papers in front of his father’s face. He studied the Elder for a moment and realization sunk in – Leon had purposely tried to piss him off. “You didn’t have to do that,” he told him quietly. “Besides, it wont work. I have more control now then I ever did.”

Leon looked at him earnestly. “You need to release your anger before your powers do it for you.”

“I’m not emotionally repressed, Leon,” he scoffed. “I’m not going to explode if I get angry.”

“But you could, especially since your aggressive powers have been bound for so long.”

“He won’t.” Phoenicia cut in tersely. “Don’t put so much faith in what you’ve heard second hand – it usually proves false. A tightly wound thread will break easily, that’s why there are many layers to keep the rope intact.” She rolled her eyes back to her brother and whispered to him softly, “The Path to Hell is paved on good intentions – He who is Light will forsake his vows on what he believes is Right and, with Good in his mind, Bring forth the Lord of Darkness and everlasting Night.”

Chris’s breath caught in his throat. Lord of Darkness. Wyatt. He quickly imprinted her words to his memory. The person who turns Wyatt Evil was a good person who did it unintentionally. But who? And how? Smiling thankfully at his Twin, he turned back to his father and carefully kept any type of emotion off of his face with practiced ease.

“You may be an Elder,” he said quietly. “But you have no authority over me.” Leon flinched slightly, knowing that he deserved that, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt that his son hated him. Although, Chris cared enough to ensure his survival and that meant that there was still hope of mending the broken relationship between father and son. Leon bowed his head in acknowledgement that he had no say in his son’s life and Chris’s eyes shown with thanks. “I’ll leave you guys alone to talk a bit,” Chris said, taking Mia’s hand. “But no details – the last thing we need is another paradox.”

Leon snorted. “I know the rules of time travel Chris. Future Consequences.”

“So you’re the culprit!” exclaimed Paige with an accusing finger.

Chris snickered at all the dirty looks his father was receiving. “Ta-ta!” he said with a grin, dissolving in a column of blue and white, Phoenicia in tow. They reappeared on top of the Bridge and Chris scowled at the area covered in blood – the place where he’d found her not long ago. Reaching out with his mind, he felt Phoenicia’s magic and drew from her – with a flick of his wrist, the blood vanished.

“Frustrated.” she said serenely.

“I know, Mia,” he agreed sadly. “But it’ll get better soon. I promise.”

The young woman tilted her head in his direction. “No, not me. You.”

Chris sighed. “Maybe a little. It’s a bit harder to control my powers since you unbound them. But the weird thing is, I don’t have all of them yet, and my Pyrokinesis seems… a bit weaker then normal.” She looked at him and smiled. He got the feeling that it was her doing. In fact, he was sure of it – but why would she only give him his powers gradually? And how was she doing it without being in complete control of her own mind?

“If you break the dam completely a flood will occur,” she told him, either reading his expression or his mind. “It must be drained slowly to prevent damage.” Her eyes cleared once more and she smirked at him momentarily, the twist of her lips completely foreign to Chris. “If not, the world will explode and we’ll be the only survivors.” she told him matter-of-factly, eyes sparkling as they had when she was younger.

Scoffing, Chris shook his head with a wry grin. “We’ll rule the world?”

Phoenicia nodded. “Conquerors of all.”

“But what would we do with all the free time?” he sighed with mock-disappointment. “There would be no demons to hunt.”

“We must ensure the survival of the human race,” she said with a glint in her eyes.

Chris stared at her in bemusement. “Of course. And how would we do that?”

“By having hot monkey sex?”

Choking on his own saliva at the innocent tone belying her crude words, Chris glared at her. “That is just so wrong on so many different levels.” She just continued to smirk at him. “It wasn’t funny!” At his attempt to sound stern, she smiled wholeheartedly at him and he couldn’t help but laugh. “You have a dirty mind,” he muttered with mock exasperation.

Phoenicia nodded. “I know.” she said proudly. “Several, in fact.”

“Cant you avoid peeking into the perverted ones?” he pleaded with her. “For my sanity?”

“I suppose,” she said calmly. “I think two Halliwell Hazards are enough.”

“… Yeah.” he smiled sadly, knowing she was talking about herself and Wyatt. “Someone has to be left to fix you guys.”

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Leon shifted uncomfortably as the sisters and his younger self stared at him. He wasn’t sure how to interact with his dead ex-wife and sister in laws, let alone him past self. He cleared his throat nervously. “You all… look well.” he said lamely, feeling the urge to orb away like his son had intensify greatly. Had Chris done this on purpose just to annoy him? As some form of revenge to get back at him for trying to make him mad? Or for all the missed birthdays? Or…

“Thank you,” said Piper just as awkwardly, cutting off his train of thought.

Paige looked between them, deciding to try and break the ice. “So… how do you know Chris?”

The man tensed, his sharp, weary eyes settling on the half-whitelighter. “I’m an Elder, one of five in fact,” he answered her softly, ignoring the look of shock Leo’s face at his admission – there were far more then that! “I know every person who possesses even the slightest hint of whitelighter blood in his or her veins, and, unfortunately, there aren’t that many to keep tract of. I was also close with his father.” Far closer then you can imagine, he added mentally.

“Who is his father?” asked Leo curiously. He couldn’t remember anyone with the surname of name Perry. Although, it was true that Chris could have taken his mother’s name rather then his fathers. Or perhaps it was an alias, kind of like the name Leon for him.

Leon eyed his past counterpart and shook his head, “I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?” demanded Piper. “Why keep us in the dark?”

“You don’t know the laws of time travel Piper,” he told her, trying to keep his voice even.

“I don’t care! Screw the laws,” she hissed. “I’ve had to put up with that bastard–” Before she could finish, Leon glared at her in a way she’d never seen Leo look at anyone. His sea green eyes were burning with pure hate, all directed at her. He took a half step forward, his fist clenched together tightly, unnoticeable sparks of energy gathering at his fingertips, and she instinctively moved away from him.

“Never. Call. Him. That. Ever. Again.” he ordered, barely controlling himself. Wife or not, this was his son she was talking about. She didn’t have the right to speak about Chris like that. He wasn’t about to let her bad mouth him to make herself feel better about the situation. Chris’s personal feelings had been neglected by both of them for the longest time and he wasn’t ever going to make that mistake again – Chris deserved better.

They all nodded nervously, not used to seeing this side of Leo.

Taking a calming breath, the Elder adverted his eyes, ignoring them while he tried to collect himself. Luckily, he was saved from having to answer any questioned when his younger self was called away by the Elders and it was decided that he should come too to try and explain the situation so he and Chris wouldn’t be hit with any resistance from them. With his position as High Elder in his time, it would be easy to convince them to leave Chris alone so he could complete his mission.

When the two men were gone, Piper made it her mission to cook dinner as a distraction while Paige decided to go attend one of her Temp-Jobs and Phoebe, feeling a bit perplexed at the sudden turn of events, sat down watching her sister cook as she contemplated the high strung emotions flitting through her. The emotions coming from Leon confused her to no end.

Protectiveness. Anger. Resentment. Hate.

Leon was protective of Chris, which was understandable seeing as he’s his friend’s son. But the other emotions weren’t solely directed at her older sister. They were directed at himself as well. She kept her mouth shut, deciding she would corner him later and ask. He obviously was going to be as tightlipped about the future as Chris was, apparently because of the Time Travel laws. She really needed to find out what those laws were and if there were any loopholes in them.

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