Decided to rework some stuff, this should fill a couple of plot holes. Luv ya peoples. Review if ya like it.

Chapter 7

After three days of drifting in and out of consciousness Chris was finally starting to get better. When Piper went up to check on him her middle son was sitting up in bed talking to what she assumed was thin air.

"So you mean to tell me you're my Aunt?" Chris asked, disbelief evident in his voice. The dark haired woman with blue eyes nodded.

"Chris who are you talking to?" his mother asked.

Chris turned around with a confused look on his face, "You mean you can't see her?"

"Chris what are you talking about?"

"Aunt Prue!"

"Honey, you're aunt has been dead for over eighteen years."

"But she's standing right there!" He pointed to the corner where the woman in the long gold robes was standing.

"Chris, she's right. I am dead." Prue said in what he assumed was supposed to be a reassuring tone.

The brunette paled, "Y,y, you're dead…"

"Chris, are you okay?" Piper asked as she moved to her son's side, he was so pale and the look of fear that had fallen on his face scared her.

He looked at her, "Oh boy…" He leant his head on his mother's shoulder, "What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing's wrong sweetie, I think that it's time that you were told the truth."

"That I'm clinically insane?" He laughed sardonically.

She stood up, "C'mon, we're going down stairs." Chris struggled out of bed with his mind reeling about this latest revelation. Leaning against his mother the two of them walked down stairs into the lounge. "Okay kiddo, park it." She said gesturing to the couch, the teen willingly did what he was told and Leo, Wyatt and Danny walked in.

Chris looked at his older brother, "Wyatt?"

Wyatt sat down next to his brother wrapping an arm around his shoulder; "It's good to see you outta bed."

"It's good to be out of bed. Now will someone tell me what the hell is going on."

"Chris this is going to sound unbelievable but it is the truth, you are a witch."

"You're kidding me right? Witches?"

"Yeah, all except your father and Uncle Jason."

"So they're normal?"

"I would hardly say that. I'm a whitelighter which essentially means that I'm an angel of sorts."

"Ah huh. Right, so where are the wings?"

"They're not the conventional wings Chris, whitelighter's don't fly, they orb."

"Orbing? What the hell is Orbing?"

"This." Wyatt said as he disappeared in a flourish of brilliant blue orbs.

"Jesus Christ!" Chris shouted as his brother reappeared, "You people are freaks!" He scrambled off the couch and ran toward the stairs, before he reached the stairs a man appeared on the stairs. "Who the hell are you?" He demanded.

"What? You don't remember you're sixth birthday?"

It dawned on him, this was the same guy and of course he was damn well dead to. After all, eleven years can't go by without you aging a day, the dark haired teen sighed, "How the hell could I forget. You're Chris and let me guess you're a ghost too?"

Chris nodded to his younger self, "Now that's out of the way. Sit your ass back down and listen to what they have to say."

None of the others heard the conversation between the two Chris Halliwell's.

"Fine!" He ground out. "Last thing I need is a cranky ghost on my case." He muttered sitting down between his brothers.

"What about Uncle Jason, is he one of these Whitelighters?"

"No, he's a regular mortal." Piper said.

"What am I?" He asked.

Piper pulled a chair up in front of her son and took his hands in her own, she noticed the flinch as she did so, "Peanut, I know this must be hard for you to believe but it is the truth. You're part witch and part whitelighter, same as your brothers."

"Except for the fact that they have powers right?"

She nodded, "We bound your powers when you were little. We did it to protect you."

"From what?"

"From the all the demons who wanted to hurt you."

"Why would they wanna hurt me? I mean of all people I'm hardly a force to be reckoned with."

"It's the truth Chris."

"Why would demons want to hurt me?" Chris asked, repeating himself.

"Because you are part of this family. And then there's the fact that you made some enemies before you were born."

The dark haired boy got up and stared at his family, "You're all insane!" Things started to fly around the room; Chris ducked as the TV went flying across the room. "What the hell is going on?" He shouted continually dodging the flying objects.

Wyatt and Danny walked over to Chris and managed to grab his hands. Suddenly a voice crept into his head, "Calm down Chris. Breathe."

"I can't!"

"You have to, only you can stop this mess."

"I don't know how."

"Close your eyes. Remember what I told you, it won't hurt it's magic."

Chris prayed that this would work, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He heard a crashing noise, opening his eyes again saw the debris, "What did this."

"That would be you Chrissy." Wyatt said with a smirk.

Chris wrenched his hands away and ran towards the stairs, this time he didn't go to room despite the fact he wanted to, he was being pulled to the attic.

There he saw a bunch of women standing around a big book, "What the hell do you want from me?"

"We want you to accept your destiny Christopher, as a Halliwell you need to accept the fact that you are in fact a witch."

"Please spare me Aunt Prue. I don't want, nor do I need this magic crap in my life."

"Its funny Chris, I said that once to."

"What changed?" He asked sarcastically, "Did you get your first broomstick? Conical hat? I know, it was the first time you got a wart on your nose!"

"Christopher Halliwell I have had just about enough of your mouth!" Penny Halliwell snapped.

"Well, let me know when you've had enough. Maybe I'll care." He went to walk out of the door and it slammed shut.

"Christopher Peregrine Halliwell sit down right now!" Patty snapped.

Chris sat down on the floor, "Sorry Grandma."

"Good. Now Chris, I know this may be hard for you to take in but you are a witch." Patty said gently. The windows started to shatter. "Focus Chris please!"

A lady with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes stepped in knelt in front of him, "Chrissy, I need you to understand what's going on, why you are receiving your powers now."

"Cosmic joke?" He suggested sardonically.

"No. You are part of something greater then you could ever know. Your mother and aunts are what's known as the Charmed Ones."

"And I'm the tooth fairy." He said sarcastically.

Chris looked in her eyes, there was something there that told him to shut up and listen. He sat there and listened as his ancestors explained his family history, "My god." Was all he could say as he listened to everything, he finally understood his dreams.

"Now do you understand?"

"Yes Grams." He murmured.

"I don't want to hear anymore back talk mister."

"Yes Grams."

The Warren ancestors disappeared and Chris walked out of the attic, he looked at his family, clearing his throat he said, "We need to talk."