Disclaimer : Ah shucks, would you look at that. I don't own Charmed, not even a fraction of it! Well dang -SNAPS FINGERS- I was hoping I would at least own Chris and Wyatt by now. I mean, it's a new year! Cut me some slack! But I don't own it, I will people! Mark my words, someday I will own Charmed. At least I hope. Although, the plot to this series, however, including its characters and story line is mine. Steal it, and I will kill you. If you run, I will hunt you down - bringing my hell hounds and assassins with me. You have been warned. Now, enjoy your reading! Also, a review at the end would be nice.

Author's note : This story is finally done - praise the Lord. I didn't mean for it to take so long, I really didn't, but what can you say? Sometimes life gets in the way, although I wish it didn't, I really enjoy writing these stories, mostly because you all seem to love them. It makes my day when I get a review, telling me how much you like something.

1x07 : Blood Is Thicker Than Good.

Summary : A family that slays together, stays together. Henry Jr gets a new charge and she needs to be constantly saved; Henry believes there is something off but he doesn't listen to his instincts though and now his life hangs in the balance. Can he be saved?

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Final Chapter : If It Takes Them Forever

Nodding as Emily did a twirl, Prue smirked at her victory. She had set Emily up on a date, swearing that Emily was soon to be twenty-five and it was about time she got into the dating scene, which Emily had reluctantly agreed to. If she only knew the real reason, Prue thought wickedly as she gave Emily a whistle as she walked over to her. If Emily and Wyatt were not going to get together on their own, then she was sure as hell going to give them a little push! On the other hand, a big push could be better, whichever proved more effective. Just need to make sure Wyatt sees her, Prue mused as she pulled Emily's hair behind her head and pinned it back and nodded when a few strands fell around her face. "I think I out did myself," Prue mused as she slung her arm around Emily's shoulder. "I didn't think it was possible, but I think I turned you into a spicy momma!" She cheered, only to nudge Emily when she rolled her eyes, "okay honey, you're going on a date. You need to lighten up!"

Emily groaned as Prue walked around her and headed over to her dresser and went through a make-up bag Emily knew was not hers, there were too many bright colours in there; she was more a fan of the neutrals. "Prue," she whined, fidgeting with the dress Prue had picked out. "I'm not sure about this; can't I wear one of my own dresses?" She begged, looking into the full-length mirror and frowning at the sight of her outfit. Okay, Prue was right it was a great dress and it made her look hot, as Prue put it, but she was more conservative. Moreover, this dress was anything but conservative.

Prue rolled her eyes as she looked up at Emily, "Em, honey I love you, but you have to trust me on this one. That dress looks great on you," she assured, and it did. Who knew under all of the jeans, tank tops, dress shirts, and sweats that there was a knockout waiting to be found by her? "The dress looks great," Prue said forcefully, "and I don't care if you don't like it, you're not changing." Prue said simply, digging through the make up bag once more, "you are my life size Barbie tonight and I am dressing you the way I want. Besides if you were to change now it would mess up your hair, and that took forever."

Emily nodded even though she felt like throwing a tantrum, but that was not the mature thing to do, but Emily felt as though she didn't care at that moment. Her hair was one of the few things she liked, Prue had it curled so it fell in big, soft curls and it was pinned back with a barrette that Emily remembered her mother giving her for her sixteenth birthday, and to complete it there were a few curls falling on each side of her face to frame it. "I like the hair," she said quietly, intimidated by the younger witch, one thing that was true was the fact that the younger witch was down right scary when she was determined. "It's just the dress!" She pouted as she crossed her arms.

"The dress looks great," Prue said for the millionth time as she walked over to Emily, and as she was walking, she sized up the dress, and she honestly couldn't find anything the matter with it. It was an elegant black dress that flowed to Emily's knees, it had a slit up to the thigh and it was a halter-top, and just where the cleavage ended there was a rhinestone buckle in the shape of a diamond. There was nothing the matter with it! Not to mention that Prue had hunted some strappy black shoes out of her closet to complete the outfit. You'll knock Wyatt to the floor, she thought simply as she smirked. "Now, close your eyes," she instructed as she stood in front of Emily. "I'm putting on some mascara, eyeliner, and eye shadow, and then we're putting some foundation as a base, then we'll just add some lipstick because you don't need any blush, your cheeks have a pinkish tint anyway."

Emily huffed, "I know you're treating me like a Barbie, but I'm not a Barbie, so please don't do my make up so I look like one!" She pleaded, an image of bright blue eye shadow and hot pink lips popping into her mind and causing her to shudder. "I know you like to go overboard, but I don't want to look like a hooker!"

"Ooooooh!"

"Prue!" Emily warned.

Sighing, Prue rolled her eyes. "Spoilsport," she muttered as she pouted. "Fine," she said as she added the third layer of mascara, "and now I think we'll go for the Smokey eye," she said as she began applying eye shadow to Emily's eyes. "So, while you are my play toy, want to gossip?"

Knowing there was no way out of it, Emily sighed, "about what?" She asked as she felt Prue move to the next eye, "or who?"

Prue smirked, "a certain half-elf and a half-angel," she said simply, "aren't they cute together?" She squealed as she put the eye shadow down, picked up the foundation, and added a thin layer to Emily's face. "I mean, sure they're both stubborn as mules, but I could see them working out if they wanted too, not to mention they are cute together, don't you think?"

Emily sighed, hadn't they discussed this earlier? She distinctly remembered telling Prue to back the hell off and butt out of their love lives. It seemed as though the half-cupid wasn't listening to her though. "I understand you're part cupid, Prue." Emily stated, "But you can't play with people's love lives like that, and you never know, they might not be interested in each other that way!" She defended, planning to save her unofficial baby brother from Prue's meddling if she could. It was too late for her, but she could save the others. The thought of letting them suffer too, however, that one was intriguing as well. If she wasn't a decent person, she could see herself considering it. However, she was a decent person.

"Don't think of each other that way," Prue repeated, shaking her head. "Please, I'm empath I sensed their feelings and believe me when I say you could cut the sexual tension with a knife." She said simply, causing Emily to roll her eyes.

"That isn't a good enough reason to intervene," Emily pointed out, "cause the Lord knows I'm not to thrilled about this date - no wonder how great I look." Emily let another huff of annoyance, "I mean I don't even know the guy. You set me up with a total stranger."

"Well someone needs to give Chris and Hazel a push, and you sure as hell need a push!" Prue retorted as she picked up the blood red lipstick. You and Wyatt on the other hand need a kick in the ass!She thought simply. "And that wasn't the question!" She pointed out as she pinched Emily, causing the psychic to squeak in surprise. "I asked you if you thought they were cute together."

Rubbing the place on her arm where Prue pinched, Emily sighed. "Yeah they're cute together, and they would probably work well together." She smiled slightly, "Chris needs someone to keep him on his toes," she pointed out as she sighed. "There, are we happy now?"

"Yes," Prue said shortly, "and we are done!" She cheered as Emily opened her eyes and looked in the mirror and inspected her Smokey eyes and blood red lipstick. Seeing Emily open her mouth, Prue shook her head firmly. "You're keeping the red," she said simply as she locked arms with Emily. "So, want to go see the verdict?" She asked, smiling when Emily looked at her with wide eyes. "Well my opinion could be biased, so I figured it would be best to get everyone else's opinion." Nevertheless, Wyatt's is the only one I'm worried about.

"Fine," Emily said as Prue pushed her into the living room where everyone was sitting, and she meant everyone, even Hazel was there sitting by Chris, and Emily had to roll her eyes. That was no doubt Prue's doing on some level, especially since the two had been avoiding each other for a week. "Go ahead and laugh," she said simply as she walked in and everyone looked towards her.

"Like anyone would laugh!" Prue retorted as she snorted.

"Right, they're just afraid you'll prick them with you bows and arrows!" Emily snapped, referring to how Prue had been fully submerged in her cupid side the past couple weeks. She was trying to hook everyone up because it was 'depressing for people to be alone for the holidays.'

"Wow Em," Henry Jr said simply, looking at the psychic as he smiled. "I think you out did yourself," he sent to Prue as he looked at Emily and nodded, "man, are you sure you got a date tonight?" He asked, "I have no plans!" He teased, smirking when he saw Wyatt's eyes flick to him for a minute, his jaw locked as he glared at his cousin. That made Henry Jr pleased with himself. "I mean, sure I just got out of the hospital, but I have a clean bill of health. Besides, you're my wife."

Emily sighed, "Believe me I would rather go out with you," Emily admitted as she straightened out her dress, "but Prue already auctioned me off to the highest bidder," she said, no sarcasm in her voice. That was what Prue had done; there was no point in sugar coating it.

"Well that may be true, but you look great Emily," Hazel said simply.

Emily nodded and noticed how Prue smiled reassuringly at the half-elf. Okay, Emily thought, maybe I have been too hard on her. "Thank you," she said, smiling when Chris raised an eyebrow.

"Too bad you're basically like my sister," he teased.

Rolling her eyes, Emile smirked back. "Too bad I'm out of your league you mean," she teased back, causing Chris to hold a hand to his heart as he shook his head in mock sorrow as he stared at the psychic with a frown.

"Ouch, I thought we had something!"

"In your dreams maybe!" Emily frowned and scrunched up her nose, "and hopefully not ever there, that's kind of gross." Her eye widened, "not that you're gross but-"

Caleb rolled his eyes and walked over to Emily and gave her a hug, "awe, it's okay, let the boy weep in his loss!" He said, wrapping one arm around Emily's shoulder. "So, if I am to hear of a mass murder at the club you go to, can I assume it's because all the guys dropped dead?" Caleb asked, "Because you look great."

Emily blushed, "thank you."

Prue turned on her heel and smiled at her intended victim, "well what about you Wyatt?" She asked, narrowing her eyes as she smirked. "What do you think of our lovely, Em?" She asked, silently dancing with glee when she saw that Wyatt had that dazed look in his eyes. It appeared as though she had done her job, and she had done it well.

Blinking as he felt his face flush, Wyatt looked at the woman in front of him, and he had to admit that there were no words to describe how beautiful she was. On a normal day, she was beautiful, but now she was … Wyatt felt a goofy smile appear on his face. What he saw astounded him and almost brought him to his knees. The women before him wore clothes that fit her like a glove, showing of her fabulously toned body. "You look beautiful," he said truthfully, causing Emily's blush to deepen.

"Thank you," Emily said smiling warmly at Wyatt as she walked over and kissed his cheek. "Well I better get going," she said simply as she walked over and picked up her purse, "bye!"

"Call me later with details!" Prue called as the door slammed shut.

"Well I got to go," Wyatt said, disappearing in white and blue lights before anyone could say anything or even acknowledge he was leaving before he was gone, causing the five people to sigh.

"Why cant it be as simple as girl likes boy, boy likes girl, they go out?" Hazel asked as she looked around at everyone. She had only known these people for a week, and in that week she had not seen much of them, but even she could tell that Emily and Wyatt loved each other.

Prue sighed as she wrapped an arm around Hazel's shoulder, "I hear ya," she said simply, smiling at the half-elf. "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship," she admitted as she walked over to Caleb and held out her hand. "Home please?"

Caleb nodded, "sure," he said as he gripped her and shimmered them both out.

Chris rolled his eyes, walked over to Hazel, and smirked when she raised an eyebrow at him. "So, would you like to grab something to eat?" He asked, smiling when Hazel looked over to the clock, and he felt his own follow hers. 'Charmed' wasn't supposed to close for at least a little while longer, and even if it did, his mother would leave them alone. Nevertheless, if they were to get over there via magic they would have plenty of time to get there and beg for a decent meal.

"Food," Hazel said simply, perking up at the thought of food. "Okay!" She cheered, getting to her feet and she grabbed Chris' hand. She was dying for a decent meal and that was what she would get, she decided. "Via your way or via my way?" She asked, slowly rocking back and forth on the heels of her feet as she waited for Chris to decide. Besides at the moment she couldn't think of a better person to grab a bite with, after avoiding her for a week, she and Chris needed to talk. Especially since she had nosed around in his past and spilled her guts. If only she had kept her mouth shut.

"Via my way," Chris said simply, orbing them out before Hazel could even say anything. With that, Henry Jr was left alone in the apartment, a slight smirk on his face before he shook his head and sighed.

"Oh don't worry," he said talking to himself. "No, I insist, go ahead and leave!" he encouraged, shaking his head he sighed. "I'm fine, I almost died, but I was let out, so I must be okay, right? Sure, leave me to deal with Wyatt. I'll go talk to the wounded love-sick puppy," Henry Jr frowned, "would be easier if he knew he was love sick," he commented, "but what can you do?" With that, he left in a shower of orbs.

Prue tapped her foot as she waited for Caleb to come back, he had left thirty minutes ago to go pick up some food for them to snack on while they watched a movie - that wasn't a chick flick, much to her disappointment - but she was still waiting for the half-manticore who was running late. Because he was running to the store, Caleb had insisted on taking his SUV, meaning she had to wait that much longer. Sure, his argument had been all about personal gain and how he shouldn't shimmer unless it was necessary, but this was ridiculous!

Hearing the door open, Prue shook her head when she saw Caleb walking through the door with his arms full of junk food and Prue felt herself shake her head. "Well it took you long enough," she called as Caleb walked into the living room. Smirking, she raised an eyebrow at him as she placed her hands on her hips."We could be one third of the way through the movie by now!"

Caleb rolled his eyes at his girlfriend, but regardless a small smile appeared on his face as he looked at her. "And what did you want me to do?" He asked as he placed the two bags of junk food on the coffee table as he tossed his keys onto the coffee table and shrugged off his jacket. "Fly over here?" He guessed, his face morphing into a full scale grin by now. "Traffic was a bitch."

Prue crossed her arms, rolled her eyes, and sighed. "Well that wouldn't have been a problem if you had; oh I don't know, shimmered!" Prue pointed out as she shook her head. "And I'll remind you it was your idea to watch a movie," Prue sighed as she shook her head again, looking at him in mock dread. "I wasn't against the idea of going out somewhere either, you know." Prue let out a dramatic, pained sigh. "My boyfriend never takes me anywhere nice," she grumbled.

Caleb narrowed his eyes, "who is the one who wants to wait a while and secretly date before we tell the world we're dating?" He asked when he raised an eyebrow at Prue as he walked towards her. "Going out in public would mean people seeing us, at which point people would alert the presses and all the magazines would say; Prue Halliwell, the daughter of famous columnist and author, Phoebe Halliwell, appears to be dating a life long friend of hers, Caleb Johnson!"

Prue rolled her eyes, okay she didn't like the idea of secretly dating Caleb, but she wasn't ready for anyone else to know. She just needed to wait for everything else to calm down and then they could tell them, besides, she and Caleb may not work out as a couple. Moreover, as awful as if sounded, there was really no need in going through all of the drama of admitting they were dating if it wouldn't work out. If they didn't work, no one else would need to know. Like she had said, it sounded wrong. "Doesn't change the fact you took a long time," she pointed out, "and I was kidding!" She defended.

"Well I'm sorry it took me so long," Caleb said honestly, as he walked over to Prue and wrapped his arms around her waist, "there was this huge, enormous, gigantic line of cars between your house and the store. I couldn't move them with my mind, and I couldn't push them out of my way."

Prue sighed again, "If you had cared enough you would have," she pointed out, causing Caleb to sigh and shake his head. It seemed as though there was no way to win an argument against Prue, but Caleb knew he shouldn't be that surprised. Prue was a Halliwell after all. "Besides, Peter Parker swings through town on his web to get to Mary Jane, Batman drives like a lunatic to get to his many women, and don't even get me started on Superman! In Smallville, Tom Welling ran at lightening fast speed for his girlfriend," Prue pointed out, "he didn't give a damn about personal gain. None of them did, so why do you?"

Caleb rolled his eyes, "well, first of all they didn't have to worry about personal gain because they weren't witches, and they weren't demons that only had to take one step out of line for the Elders to smite him," he sighed as he thought of that. Sure, he had never killed anyone that wasn't already dead or a demon, and the Elders needed him for their precious prophecy, but that didn't change the facts. In their eyes, he would always be the villain, he wasn't meant to be a hero. "They were all superheroes, and Tom Welling?" He asked as he raised his eyebrows, "he was freakin' Superman! Moreover, Mary Jane needed Spiderman to save her because she was weak - and you're not weak, so you can't compare be to Spiderman because you're no Mary Jane. I'm not even going to say anything about Batman's love affairs, and on Smallville, Lana was a bitch. What happened to not mentioning her at all? Because I remember a ten year old Prue watching reruns complaining about how horrible she was!"

Prue nodded, she had to agree that was true, she had never liked Lana, but she had always thought it was because she knew Clarke and Lois were destined to be together and it appeared as though Lana was the only thing keeping them apart. Moreover, she had complained about Lana a lot, but as she had said, Clarke and Lois were meant to be; they just hadn't seen it. They were a lot like Emily and Wyatt in that way. "True," she agreed, "doesn't change the fact he loved her and would do anything for her." She sighed, "Why couldn't he have been my boyfriend? At least he would have thought of me first and did what would make me happy, not worry about personal gain. And at least he was hot back then!"

Caleb frowned, "I suddenly feel threatened," He growled playfully.

"Okay Caleb, he's not that young anymore and I don't think he knows I exist. So there is no need for you to feel threatened, he's not in his prime anymore. Besides, he's old enough to be … Uncle Henry," she finished, it wasn't like she could say her dad or Uncle Leo; God only knew how old they were.

"You know, that doesn't make me feel better," Caleb said dryly. "Why not say; 'No you have no need to feel threatened, Caleb you're so much hotter than that alien who is blind to the feelings he has for the woman who is meant for him,' why couldn't you say that?"

"Because it's not true?"

Caleb smirked and twirled Prue around so her back was against his chest. "Yes it is," he argued. "So, now say 'Caleb there is no way I would choose one of those make-up wearing actors over you, you're so much hotter."

"Not a chance in heaven or hell."

"Prue!"

Prue sighed, "Fine, I didn't know I had such a bossy boyfriend," she muttered as she smiled at him. "Caleb I could never choose one of those make-up wearing actors over you," she said dryly, "I mean in real life they are probably ugly, and you, you are so much hotter than they could ever be!" She said, allowing sarcasm into her voice. "I don't know how I could live without you," she mumbled. Tilting her head so she could look at him, Prue sighed. "Is that better?"

"Much," Caleb growled playfully as he leaned in and planted a kiss on Prue's nose, smirking when she scrunched up her face. "The things I do for you," he sighed as he shook his head, smiling when he saw Prue frown. "So, what's the plan to get Emily to see the truth?" He asked.

"You'll have to wait and see," Prue said as she yanked herself out of Caleb's arms. "Until then you go in the kitchen and get the popcorn popping while I put in 'Shiver,'" she said as she held up the case to the new horror movie that had just come out.

"Who's being bossy now?"

"Me, but you know you love it," Prue taunted as she snaked her hand behind Caleb's head and brought his mouth down crashing on hers for a kiss. Pulling away, she smirked. "Now, you ahead and carryout your orders, slave boy."

The half-manticore rolled his eyes, but a smile appeared on his face regardless. "Yes Mame!"

"This was the last place I thought you would be," Henry Jr commented as he orbed onto the Golden Gate Bridge only to frown at Wyatt. "I mean, wasn't there a time you used to be terrified of coming up here? Something about you being afraid you would go splat at the bottom if you fell?" Henry Jr teased as he walked over and sat beside Wyatt.

"It was a justified fear, it could happen."

Henry Jr nodded and Wyatt's words, "yes, but at which point you would have been able to orb to safety to prevent yourself from going splat." Henry pointed out, "besides isn't it usually Chris that comes up here, I mean, I know when Uncle Leo could orb he said this was his favourite place to think, since when do you come here?"

"I don't know," Wyatt admitted, "I just like it up here," he pointed out as he allowed his eyes to wander over the city and take in the breathtaking sight of the millions of lights that seemed to stand out in the pitch black night; mirroring the stars in the sky. "What are you doing up here anyway, didn't you almost die earlier?"

"Same could be said for you," Henry Jr retorted. "I hate to break it to you, but with our lives, any of us could die at any given moment."

"I know, but I needed to think," Wyatt said simply as he sighed. "So, it seems as though the Dark Lighters have upped their game," he commented, and Henry nodded. "I mean putting their poison into juice or food, isn't that pretty bad for them?"

"Yeah," Henry Jr agreed as he shook his head. "It was bad enough we had to be on the look out for flying arrows, but now we have to be careful about what we eat and drink. But then again, I guess a country's weapons change over time, why not the way a demon kills, or a dark lighter?" Henry Jr nodded, "but for the record, I just wish that it wasn't as effective as it's been proved to be."

Wyatt nodded, "yeah, me too." He sighed, "So what the hell is up with Prue lately?" he asked, "I mean it seems as though she's been on cupid duty for the past couple of weeks. I mean, she has been basically pushing Chris and Hazel towards each other, and then she turns around and sets up Emily on a blind date! What the hell is up with that?"

Henry Jr rolled his eyes and looked at Wyatt. She's trying to make you jealous so you confess your feelings for Emily you naïve, stupid idiot. Henry Jr thought simply as he took a deep breath and made sure he blocked that thought from Wyatt. "I don't know, I guess it's just Prue's way of making sure no one is alone for the holidays." He sighed, "You know how she is, she doesn't agree with the idea of someone being alone during the holidays or Valentine's Day. Besides, if it wasn't for what Prue made her wear, Emily almost looked happy to be going on a date."

Wyatt sighed, that same unidentified feeling swimming in his stomach, causing him to clench his fists. "Why was she happy to go on a date anyway? I mean, what is up with her all of a sudden?" Wyatt questioned, his lips falling downward into a frown. "Emily has never been one that liked the idea of dating, and she doesn't like the idea of opening herself up like that to someone. Then she turns around and agrees to a blind date, someone she does not know? That is the opposite of what Emily would do; she doesn't even know if she likes the guy! And what if he tries something?" Wyatt demanded as he continued with his rant, not even noticing the smirk on Henry's face.

"Wyatt, I don't mean to be an insensitive jerk, but it sounds like you don't approve of this."

Wyatt narrowed his eyes at the thought of Emily out there with some guy that she didn't know, and even worse, it was someone that never got his fingerprints by Henry Jr. It was something that Henry Jr, Chris and Wyatt did every time someone in their family went on a date; Henry ran their prints, and the others interrogated the date. Over the years, Emily fell into the same category as well since she didn't have a brother or a father to check into them for her. "Of course I don't approve. She doesn't know the guy!" Wyatt exclaimed bitterly.

"Wyatt, do I notice a hint of jealousy in your voice?"

"No!" Wyatt shouted, "Why the hell would I be jealous?" He demanded, seeing Henry's look, Wyatt shook his head. "No," he said simply. "No I don't think of Emily like that, I'm not jealous. I'm just concerned about her, and I seem to be the only one who is! She doesn't know the guy."

"Wyatt," Henry Jr sighed, knowing full well that Wyatt was lying to himself. "Emily is a big girl and can take care of herself, and I promise if the guy ends up trying anything me and Chris and Caleb will hold the dude down so you can get some punches in," Henry Jr vowed. The truth was though, that they would all end up taking turns holding the guy down if he tried anything because they would all want to get a punch in. "And I believe that is part of the reason, but you're also jealous!" Henry Jr said calmly. It appeared as though Prue's plan was slowly working; it seemed that Wyatt was finally admitting the truth to himself. Next time they had to try to get through to Emily.

"No I'm not," Wyatt denied as he thought over the idea of him being jealous. Why would he be jealous about this? It wasn't as if he liked Emily like that. Sure, there were random times when he would find himself starring at her, but that didn't mean anything. The fact that she usually filled his dreams didn't mean anything either, did it? "Why would he I be jealous?"

Henry Jr sighed and shook his head; all he could think of was dumb blonde-haired people. It was the only explanation, both Wyatt and Emily were blondes and both were clueless; so that was what it had to come down to. They were dumb blondes. "You're jealous because you like Emily."

"No, I don't!"

"Whatever you say," Henry Jr said as he disappeared in a shower of blue and white orbs so he could leave Wyatt alone to sort out his thoughts. Because that was something Wyatt really needed to do, and if a few words of wisdom could help him come to his senses, then Henry was all for dropping words of wisdom.

Seeing Henry leave, Wyatt frowned. Did he really like Emily?

As soon as she had felt her body dissolving, Hazel and squinted her eyes shut and held her breath. She didn't like this whole orbing thing, it felt weird to her. It was as if her mind thought one way, but orbing went against her way of thinking and her body didn't know how to deal with it. "Okay, but when we go home can we either go our separate ways or can I use my way, because seriously I swear my vision is screwed up." She grumbled as she looked around, "All I see is little blue and white orbs," she said as she went to start walking up the street.

She didn't make it very far.

"Mmph," Hazel squeaked when the fabric of somebody's shirt smothered her lips. Pulling away, Hazel frowned when she noticed that Chris was standing in front of her with a smug smile on his face. "I swear you're going to be the death of me," she said sadly as smiled at him.

Chris shook his head at Hazel and smiled, "Nah, I doubt I'll be the end of you, the way Prue's been pushing people lately it will probably be her," he said simply as he inhaled the sweet scent of strawberries. That was when Hazel's eyes flew open and she realised how close she and Chris actually were. They were so close they were basically one being, that was when she stumbled away from him. "So, you ready to get something to eat?"

Hazel nodded as she and Chris began walking down the street, Hazel blindly following him as he led her to where he was intending on eating. "But you have to admit Chris, "she said slowly. "We keep running into each other," she reprimanded good-naturedly.

Chris rolled his eyes and allowed a small smile to appear on his face. "Yes, but I think it's usually your fault," he pointed out while he laughed in a low chuckle. "Maybe you shouldn't run into dangerous situations so often, and you should probably pay attention to where you're going. It might make room for fewer accidents."

Hazel snorted as Chris steered her in another direction, "That's not how it works," she said simply. "People move out of the way for the woman," she pointed out. "It's the generous thing to do," Hazel said. "It's the way it's been for decades now, you should move out of the way for me."

"Unless the woman the man is supposed to be moving out of the way for can't see one foot in front of her and has this habit of walking into him," Chris said smugly, a smile lighting up his face. Chris couldn't remember smiling this much recently, and it felt nice. "So, how did you figure it out?"

Hazel cocked her head in bemusement. "I wouldn't tell you earlier," she pointed out. "I told you that you that you had been keeping secrets from me, so I could have a few of my own," she shrugged. "So honestly, what makes you think I'm going to tell you now?"

"This," Chris said simply, and before Hazel could ask him what he was talking about she looked at him and regretted the move instantly. Chris was looking at her intently with his sea-green eyes, batting his eyelashes, and had a pout on his face, and Hazel felt her resolve crumbling. How sad was that? All Chris had to do was look at her with his puppy dog eyes and she turned to jelly, but what girl didn't?

"Chris," Hazel whined as she looked away. "That's cheating," she grumbled as she forced herself to look away. If she looked at him then she would fall apart, and she couldn't have that. She had to stay strong; she could make him sweat for a while; or a week. That was how long it took for her to get an explanation, so why not torture him just as long? An eye for an eye. Better yet, she could force him to figure it out on his own. It wasn't as if he had been the one to tell her; not directly. Hazel had still had to do her research.

"Sure it is," Chris said, smiling. "You expected differently from me?" He asked, "I mean, didn't you say last week that I was like every other warm blooded male?" He questioned, his expression was light and conveying nothing but happiness as he teased the younger half-witch. What really caught Hazel's attention was the fact that there was genuine happiness in his eyes, and it was then she had to convince herself this wasn't a date. It was wrong to do that to Chris now, to expect anything. He had more than enough to deal with as it was. Besides, no matter how much she would want them to work out, something told her they wouldn't. Not when Chris say Bianca when he looked at her. "So, you're not going to tell me?"

"You said Gideon," Hazel said softly as she looked back at Chris who looked pale as a ghost when she continued talking. "And I, being the persistent and nosey person I am, decided to do some digging and I found out that Gideon was apparently this Elder that used to run magic school until he went bonkers and tried to kill a child that he thought was to powerful which was Wyatt. Then I was stumped because I couldn't figure out how you could know about that and the others not, but then I asked Emily Prue about some of the stuff the 'stupid Source' has done," she said making quotations with her fingers. "And she mentioned something about a demon that your mothers had vanquished twenty-three years ago came back and wanted revenge against you, and that was when it clicked; Time travel."

Chris sighed, "I underestimated you," he commented. "I didn't think you would be able to figure it out." He sighed, "So after that was when you cornered me?" He questioned and Hazel nodded. "I see."

"And then you explained it all to me," Hazel said slowly. "At first I thought my theory was wrong, I mean, someone traveling to the past and remembering it twenty-three years later in the new future is weird, even for witches like us," she commented. Seeing Chris nod slowly, she frowned. "Are you mad?"

"No," Chris said honestly, "I'm actually relieved that you figured it out, I mean I've been talking to my Grandpa about it, but he's not magical. He doesn't really get the whole magic side of it, but you showed me something. I have to be more careful of what I say, if I had let Gideon drop around anyone else I would be being attacked by family members right now with millions of hugs and kisses and teary eyes."

"So no one knows except your Grandpa and I?"

"No," Chris admitted as he stopped outside of 'Charmed' and smiled at Hazel, only to frown when he saw her disapproving look as she crossed her arms across her chest. "What?" He asked innocently, "I don't want to cause them pain, what am I supposed to say? Hey Mom, Dad twenty-three years ago, I was murdered by a psychopathic, murdering Elder who was hell bent on sacrificing my brother, and while I was protecting him, I was killed. Nice to see you, what's for supper?" He asked sarcastically. "We're here," Chris said as he steered Hazel towards the door, "by the way."

"I think you should tell them," she mumbled. Hazel sighed and the excitement she had been feeling died down a little, "wait," she said, holding onto his arm and waiting for him to look at her before she continued. "Chris," she began slowly, "I need to ask you a serious question, what's going on between us? I mean, at first I thought you didn't want to get close to me because of the other timeline, but then you mentioned Bianca and I-"

"I loved Bianca, she-"

"Okay, I get that, but what is-"

Chris shook his head, "no you don't get it," he argued as he looked at her. "I loved Bianca, a part of me still does and a part of me probably always will, but it's a different kind of love." He said honestly, smiling when he saw the confusion on Hazel's face. "You weren't wrong, why I was avoiding you does have to do with the other timeline. In the other timeline, I loved Bianca - she was the love of my life - that life."

Hazel blinked in confusion then nodded slowly, "oooooh. So, what's going on with us then?"

Chris nodded. He knew what Hazel meant, there was an attraction between them and there was chemistry. If he heard any more of Prue's thoughts about how much chemistry they had, he was sure he would murder his cousin. In cold blood, he wouldn't even blink. Despite that, he knew how Hazel felt, he felt the same way about her. Even with the memories of Bianca, the moment he was with Hazel he felt … complete almost - like their had been an empty part of him, a part missing since he had received his memories, but with Hazel - no one else had even made him feel that way. Chris knew that Hazel deserved an answer on this one, so he sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I honestly don't know."

"Oh." Hazel said, smiling widely in encouragement, not wanting their to be any more friction between them. Chris on the other hand was studying her, it was somewhat creepy actually, but it seemed like he could read her like a book. God, was she that transparent? The half-Elder didn't look too happy though, "that's okay, let's go get that food now."

"No, no it's not okay. We need to figure this out, I mean, I don't want things to be awkward between us."

"Neither do I, but we're on much better terms than we were a few days ago," Hazel said, trying to put a positive spin on the situation. She was happy that Chris didn't want things to awkward and she wanted to figure everything out too, but she didn't want to ruin what had been looking like a amazing night. "That's a start, isn't it? I mean, at least I'm not yelling at you and you're not ignoring me anymore, right?"

"I know, I just…" Chris trailed off not knowing how to finish that statement and he looked into Hazel's eyes seriously. "I know this sounds weird, but ever since we met I've liked having you around, I like having you in my life. Ever since I've gotten the memories, it feels like there has been this wave of sadness, but when I'm with you, for however long, it disappears. For that short amount of time, I forget about that other time line and I don't feel so empty"

"Chris…" Hazel said, "Okay, I know I'm not going to sound like a total bitch right now," she said, watching as Chris raised an eyebrow at her. "I like you, but I wont be a substitute for Bianca," she said honestly. "And you said so yourself, I resemble her so much that you thought I was her the moment we met, hell, you admitted that you still see her when you look at me sometimes. And I can't be her, Chris."

"And I don't want you to be." Chris said as he fell silent as he smiled at Hazel, who looked to be overwhelmed by that statement. "I don't want you to change who you are, and I do sometimes see Bianca when I look at you, but there are other times I don't." Chris pause for a second. "Even when I do see her, I can convince myself you're not her and I see you, not Bianca. At the same time though, I don't want to hurt you, so I don't know what we could be, not as long as I see Bianca when I see you sometimes. I don't want to do that to you, you don't deserve it."

The half-elf sighed and looked around, "Chris I want you to trust me, okay?" She asked, smiling at Chris when he nodded, a sweet smile on his face. "Close your eyes," she instructed, seeing his raised eyebrow, she narrowed her eyes. "Don't make me sick Prue on you," Chris instantly closed his eyes, a low chuckle rumbling through his body as Hazel walked closer to him. Hazel didn't know what she was thinking walking so close to Chris, but this was the only way she could think of to figure out what was going on with them. Swallowing deeply she placed her hands on his chest as she stretched up, standing on her tippy-toes and silently cursing his tall height, and that was when she slowly brought her lips up to his so they were only inches from his, and she could feel his warm breath on her face as he kept his eyes closed. Deciding there was no going back now, she gently brushed their lips together.

Saying he was surprised when he felt Hazel's lips on his, would be a complete and utter understatement on Chris' part. His mind wasn't winning over though, the moment he felt her lips on his he knew he should have pulled away, but he didn't listen to that side for once. He ignored logic and pulled her body closer to his as he returned the kiss, one of his arms looped around her waist, pulling her closer while the other hand dived into her rich tresses. Not once did he open his eyes.

After a few moments, with thoughts of self preservation on her mind, Hazel removed herself from Chris' arms and smiled sadly, preparing for the worst. "Okay Chris, I want you to open your eyes," she said looking up at Chris with fear a troubled expression as Chris' eyes opened and they met hers, a confused look on her face. "So, do you see me, or do you see Bianca? Tell me the truth, please."

Chris blinked once and looked at the young woman in front of him, she was short compared to his frame, reaching no taller than five foot four, she had deep, dark eyes with flicks of brown, green and gold in them, and she had long, brown hair that fell down her shoulders in waves. The woman he saw in front of him wasn't the one who held his heart from the other timeline, it was Hazel. "I see you."

Hazel let out a breath of relief and stood beside Chris and looped their arms together, "see, I think we can slowly work this out," she said simply. "Whether we turn out as friend or more," she sighed as she looked to the restaurant and then looked back at Chris. "Chris?"

"Yeah?"

Hazel took a deep breath, she knew that he saw her when he looked at her, or at least he had that time, but he had responded to the kiss. She knew that much, but that didn't make this any easier, she didn't know how to word her questioned. "So, where does this leave us exactly?" She asked slowly, "I mean, are we just friends or are we more?"

Chris smiled down at her, "I don't know right now," he said honestly, "but you're right, we've improved," he said, causing her to smile at him. "I still have some stuff to deal with, and not just with the Bianca thing, but everything,so right now I would say we're somewhere in between friends and more, okay?" Hazel nodded, Chris' smile widened. "So, how about we just have something to eat and not talk about that anymore. There will be time for that later, besides I'm starving."

"Me too!"

"By the way, before we forget about that kiss," he said slowly, his eyes sparkling in mischief, "I have to tell you, I don't know how you find a guy in the first place. I mean, for a guy to kiss you, it has to be tough," seeing her raised eyebrows, he smirked. "You're so short."

"I'm not speaking to you anymore," Hazel said simply as she opened the door and walked into the restaurant, "women struggle with their appearance and confidence everyday, no matter how confident we come off as, there is always, always that hint of doubt in us. And you stand there, lowering my self confidence because of my height, going on about how short I am? It's genetics Chris, and I'll have you know, you are the worst gentleman I have ever met."

Chris smirked and rolled his eyes, "But I'm the sexiest, right?" He asked, pushing her rant to the back of his mind. Prue had often said the same thing to him, and so had Emily, not to mention all the women in his family, the real kicker was that none of them seemed to try and fix his lack of manners, mostly because none of them wanted to challenge Piper on the way she had raised her son. Hazel on the other hand would, he remembered that from their meeting in the alley when he had learned she was a witch, or at least part.

"No, I agree with Prue," Hazel said as she crossed her arms. "She gave me all the dirt on you, Wyatt and Henry, and I have to say, you're the worst. All the trouble you all got into as children," she shook her head. "You were the cause of it all."

Chris groaned, that was something Prue had been trying to pin on him for years. Now she had reinforcements. "Hazel, please not you too. It wasn't always me, yes I'm the brains of the group, but not every scheme was made up by me. Come on, I was only teasing."

"Yeah well, just because you're a guy doesn't mean you have to be a jerk."

Chris rolled his eyes as he waited to be led to a table. "Hazel, shut up," he complained as he smirked at her and shook his head. "Girls," he said simply. "Only a girl would be this self-centered and self-absorbed about their confidence, personally I think it's time for women to get knocked down a peg or two."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"You're all impossible."

"Well maybe it's just you men that are so dense," a voice teased from in front of them, causing the two young adults to look up; only to come face to face with Piper Halliwell who had a teasing smile on her face. "I mean, I tried to raise you and Wyatt so you were proper gentlemen, but somewhere I failed." She sighed, "You two are the worst gentlemen I've ever had the pleasure of meeting."

"I agree," Hazel said, taking an instant liking to the woman.

"Mom," Chris whined as he rolled his eyes at her, sending Hazel into a fit of laughter. "I know Wyatt is terrible, but you're forgetting about Caleb and Henry, they're worst than me!" He defended.

Piper clicked her tongue, "that could be, but I'm not their mother, I wasn't responsible for turning them into gentlemen, and Caleb is excused because Derek raised him. He didn't have me there to correct the error in his ways." She smirked, "but now that I think about it, he may have better manners than Wyatt, and Henry is just fine. His mother and sisters did well with him. So, what brings you two here?" She asked as she looked at her youngest son and the woman he was standing with.

"Is it too late to order some dinner?"

Piper shook her head, "of course not," she said as she smiled warmly, "I'm Piper by the way," she said as she introduced herself to Hazel as she led the two of them to a table. "I'm going to go ahead and apologize ahead of time for any of the trouble my son is going to get you into. So, who are you, honey?"

"Hazel Masters," Hazel replied simply as she sat down at the table, "actually I think I need to apologize ahead of time fort the trouble I get him into," she said smugly as a smile light up her face. "besides, I think I've proven that I can hold my own against your son," and that statement, Hazel's smile grew when Chris snorted.

"You mean you're too stubborn for your own good." Chris corrected as his mother smiled at the two of them and shook her head when Hazel rolled her eyes at Chris, one that made Piper smile. Chris had been pulling away from everyone and everything lately, ever since the Source had come back, and her son seemed genuinely happy in this girl's company. That was enough for her.

"Would you like anything to drink?"

"Root Beer," the two answered simply as Piper nodded before she walked away a small smile on her face while she shook her head. God only knew what her son had just gotten himself into.

"Your mom seems nice," Hazel commented as she looked at where Piper was filling two glasses with Root Beer from behind the counter, "I like her," she decided as she looked back at Chris who had a small smile on his face. "What? I told you I am a good judge of character and I officially like you mother." Seeing Chris roll his eyes, Hazel frowned. "I've had just about enough of you," she warned. "Stop rolling your eyes."

"I've been trying to get him to stop since he started," Piper said as she suddenly placed the two glasses on the table and shook her head. "I swear he's been rolling his eyes before he learned to talk in full sentences."

"I actually believe you there."

Piper smiled as Chris rolled his eyes at the two women who seemed hell bent on teasing him, "sorry Peanut," she said as she kissed his cheek, fully enjoying embarrassing him in front of the young woman whose mouth had stretched into possibly the biggest smile Piper had ever seen. "So, what would you two like to eat?"

Chris frowned and held a hand to his heart, "you have to ask?" He asked shaking his head, "and you call yourself my mother," he teased. "And you don't even know your Peanut's favourite food."

Piper rolled her eyes, "Okay you want some blueberry pancakes," she said simply as she turned to Hazel. "Would you like the same?" She asked, and Hazel nodded.

"Yes please."

Piper nodded in approvement, "finally someone with manners," she said as she patted Hazel's shoulder and looked at Chris. "You could learn something from this young woman," Piper said simply, her eyes trained on her son who was glaring at Hazel who had a smug smile on her face, one that Piper didn't see. "Now you young man are lucky I love you on occasion, otherwise I-"

"On occasion?" Chris interrupted.

Piper shrugged, "sometimes you're too annoying," she said as if it were obvious. "Now as I was saying, you're lucky I love you, otherwise I would be sending you into the kitchen to cook it yourself." Piper shook her head, "when you moved out I thought I was done cooking for you."

Chris shook his head, "yet you want to have a family dinner every week."

Piper rolled her eyes, "oh shush you," she said as she walked away leaving the two alone. Something told him that the two had some things to talk about, and no matter how nosey she was, it was better for her to walk away and mind her own business. Chris could take care of himself. That was one thing she knew for sure.

-fin-

Special Appearances :
Holly Marie Combs … Piper Halliwell
Hayden Panettiere … Allison
Misha Collins … The Source

Author's Note : Yeah, sorry about the smallville reference, but I was watching reruns last night and Clark was all "Lana's gone! NO! I love Lana! She's the only girl for me", and I'm sorry, but I don't like her. Clark needs to get over her! Anyway, onto the story. What do you think? I liked this chapter, and what do you think people will think when they learn she's dating Caleb? Will they be pissed? And what do you think Prue's next plan will be, I have a plot in my head, but I'm open to suggestions. And Chris and Hazel, what do you think? Please review.