A/N I decided not to continue this story, but Dominus Trinus convinced me to write an epilogue, so if you like it, that's whom you should thank.

Life is not exactly easier after that. While the Charmed ones are finally complying with Chris' plans, the revelation of his identity stirs up a new load of trouble.

Leo and Piper are doing their best to reconcile their differences. They hope to have three kids to raise in the future and want to do it together more than anything. To know that Chris and their little girl are at stake makes them both nervous and elated.

But there is a lingering distrust on Piper's side. Chris thinks it's abandonment issues, recognizing her in his own behavior. Leo has left so many times already that she can't be sure he wont do so again. They both know he isn't sure either, which does little to boost the confidence of any of the three parties.

Chris is still waiting for Leo to turn into the emotionless and neglectful father he knows so well in the future, but finds him doing the exact opposite. His dad is trying harder than ever to be with his family at all times.

It's a whole new journey to find something they have in common, which neither of them bothered with in the future. He tries to be as open as possible without getting attached, which is not as hard as it probably should be. His mom is the exception, but he's not going to fool himself into thinking he isn't already.

The only one he really connects with on a less superficial level is his aunt Paige. Said witch is the only one who notices that, however, and is wise enough to keep her mouth shut for now.

The witch finds her nephew in the attic, as you can never find him anywhere else after dinner. Leo and Piper are out on a date, leaving Phoebe to babysit their youngest nephew. Her older sister is taking him for a walk, as he refused to sleep, leaving them alone in the house.

"Spill it," she commands.

What is it with the Charmed Ones and riddles? "Spill what?" he says without looking up from his page, uninterested. It sounds more like a rhetorical question, and she has a feeling that this is one of his many tactics to avoid a conversation.

"Why do you trust me?" He raises an eyebrow, hoping that she would explain by herself. "I die before you are even born, but you trust me more than everyone else in this house. Why?"

Right. He had told them about Paige's death during the titan attack. He should've been more careful, but she wasn't dead in this timeline, so did it really matter? Probably not.

"You did die, but with the titans attacking the Elders decided than the Charmed Ones couldn't use the distraction of loosing a sister and returned you to earth as a full Whitelighter. They couldn't help that the Power of Three had broken though."

Paige nods. That was not nearly as bad as it could've been. She had at least been able to stay around and help.

"When mom dies, Wyatt stops caring about hiding and starts practicing his newly acquired demonic-powers in the manor. Melinda has moved in with aunt Phoebe, but we refused to leave the house. When I go to Leo with stories of Wyatt using Darklighter powers and fireballs he writes me off."

She could imagine that very well. Her sisters had done the same thing when she accused Cole of being evil.

"I went to Phoebe next, but she has four kids to take care of, advice to give, love to spread around, and tells me that I should not be jealous, because I am powerful too and no less important, and that grieve can make you see strange things. Not in as many words of course, but you get the point."

If there is one thing their family is good at, it is denial. Still, Phoebe's words must have hurt. Chris doesn't seem to be as confident when it comes to Wyatt. Having a twice blessed brother can do that to a person. She remembers well how it felt to be a new witch among sisters whom had been practicing the art for years.

"When I went to you, you did believe me. You got me out off the manor and helped me move in with Grandpa."

Chris smiles at the mention of Victor, maybe he should visit soon. The man had been insecure around him for years, fearing that he would fail at being a grandfather as he had at being a father.

"Why didn't you move in with me?" Paige asks. Surely she had a guestroom to put her motherless nephew?

"I don't really get along with any of my cousins," Chris says sheepishly, forgetting that Paige didn't know she had any to speak of.

"I have kids? As in, more than one?" Paige lets herself fall into the nearest chair. She'd been alone all her life until she found her sisters. The witch had never even considered kids of her own.

Priorities. Right. She turns back to her nephew.

"We manage to interrupt Wyatt's plans a couple of times. We vanquished some of his allies in the underworld. We managed to bind his powers, twice, and I even summoned mom to haunt him, not that it did a lot of good, even though she gave us a lot of information to work with."

They'd left Phoebe out of it and charged her with raising the kids while they made the world a better place. Leo had stupidly managed to make the Elders think them liars, keeping them from helping in any way. Chris definitely shared his hatred for the robed beings with Piper.

His time-line's Paige had known that stopping Wyatt was more important than anything else. Her husband had been amazingly understanding, and only requested that she orbed in often enough so they could know she was okay.

"But we left him alone in the manor, and gave him access to the Nexus. After that, he was practically unstoppable. Demons moved to the surface, witches got killed, magic was exposed. And now I'm here, because you helped. You saved my butt countless times aunt Paige. You believed me. And that is why I trust you."

Wanting to get away from the emotional moment as quickly as possible, he tossed her a vial. "Time to hunt something slimy," he said with a grin.

Paige wrinkled her nose in disgust, but stood. "Let's go."

A/N I hope you had fun, I know I did. There are far too little stories about Chris and his aunts, so this made a nice epilogue, even if I say so myself.