"Uh hi excuse me….who the hell are you?" Piper questioned.

Sam only then did seem to notice her. Piper Halliwell in the flesh, how many years had it been since he'd last seen her? Out of his Aunts, she'd been his favorite. She wasn't as quite as carefree as the childless Aunt Paige but she was carefree in her own cautious way. Her soup could cure any stomach bug or heart ache. And her talks could make even the sullenest of moments better.

"Sorry, I'm Sam," he answered, "Samuel….," he trailed off glancing at Chris who was giving him a panicked look, "Samuel Jameson." It was the first thing that popped into his mind. Jameson was once Aimee's last name before she'd taken up Halliwell. It wasn't like they were officially married or anything it was just something symbolic.

"Uh huh," Piper mumbled raising one of her eyebrows, "so what are you?"

"I'm a brunette, blue eyed, somewhat on the tall side and kind of humorous if I do say so myself." He answered.

Piper let out a dry chuckle, "nice try….who are you?"

"I'm Chris' cousin," Sam repeated, "look why don't you call Paige to heal him?"

Piper was taken back. Paige heal? But of course he was from the future. He was surprised by the look of confusion that sprawled across his aunt's seemingly young features. There were none of the worry lines even evident of forming at this time and no strains of grey hair forming at the top of her head. She'd never got the change to go completely gray, none of them did.

"Paige can't heal yet," Chris answered in a somewhat angered tone.

"I'll call for Leo." Piper supplied.

Leo. Oh Leo. In his earliest memories which had become fuzzy over time and hard to recall, but there were a few short ones of Leo being an actual father and a somewhat a father figure to him. He had a lot more of them of Leo being an absentee father who'd missed out on birthdays, anniversaries, school plays and everything else that came in-between. But one of the most important thing that he'd missed was the call from his younger son that could have possibly saved his ex-wife and the Charmed Ones. He hated Leo just as much as he hated the demon that'd killed Aimee. A burning hate, one that made the blood inside of him boil, the one that made him went to set fire to anything he saw in his way. The kind of anger that made him loss the precious control his mother had so painstakingly drilled into him since infancy.

"All done," Leo muttered as the glow of his healing powers faded with the rest of Chris' cuts and bruises. He had to fight the urge to say "all better" too in a cheery voice and he couldn't explain why. He decided it was better against saying it. Instead he rather focused on the newest arrival from the future who seemed to be glaring with killer eyes at him, "can I help you?"

Chris hopped off the stool and in a warning growl of a voice, "Sam."

Sam bites the bottom of his lip tightly causing him to bleed. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket.

"What's your problem?" Piper questioned.

In his best attempts at a controlled voice, "nothing."

In all honesty he had to honor Chris' control. He didn't seem to be angered at all by the presence of the man who'd let his mother die. But again he was the only child of the Charmed Ones who had to be enrolled in anger management classes when he was a child. Forced to talk to Dr. Myles and punch a Teddy Bear, he shuddered when those memoires resurfaced every now and then. In a flurry of orbs Leo disappears presumably back to the Elders, once again leaving Piper alone with the two future people who seemed to be in a deep silent conversation. She waved one of her hands in front of them breaking their glances.

"Look, the last person who tried to come here, nearly killed Chris and dragged his ass back to the future. Give me one good reason why you won't and why I shouldn't just blow you up."

Well, Sam thought pointedly in his head, you can't blow me up, Wyatt already tried. Of course she couldn't hear what he was thinking. The half of him that was demonic inherited a high resistance power. When Wyatt was first forming his Kingdom so to speak, Sam was a huge threat. The pair were evenly matched in quantity of powers but it was the quality of their powers that differed. Whilst Wyatt's half-whitelighter genes gave him the ability to heal and orb, Sam's half-demon genes gave him the ability to flame in and out of places and the ability to throw flames gave him a more destructive advantage. He'd send countless demons and warlocks after him but they all perished for the most part and he was left to do the task himself.

"You can't blow me up," Sam voiced after a moment of silence.

"Well I can certainly try," Piper countered, "Chris is only half-whitelighter which makes it more likely you're related through the witch side of your family which makes you human."

"You're right about the human thing but the other thing…-He was cut off by the sight of orbs and his materializing Aunt Paige who looked frantic.

It was odd to see her hair this bright red color. In his youth it'd always had been changing from a light brunette to a dark brunette, she would say she's too old for the red color nowadays.

"A blob thingy is in the manor….," she announced as her eyes drifted towards Sam.

"A blob thingy?" Piper repeated, "what the hell is a blob thingy?"

"Well, if you come home with me I'll show you."

Piper folded her arms, "To Richard's?" she questioned a bit of bitterness evident in her tone but she sighed, "right, er, sorry it's been a long day." She crossed the room plucking Wyatt up into her arms as Paige plucked up Patrick.

"Whose the new guy?" Paige questioned.

"His name is Sam," Piper said quietly, "he's Chris' cousin…..," Piper cast a look to Chris, "if anything happens orb to the manor, you hear me? We don't need a repeat of the Bianca thing." The pair disappeared quickly leaving behind a dead silence. The sound of the ice machine could be heard from where it lay outside of P3.

It had been quite a number of years since they'd last spoken to each other. Sam had spent many years evading both him and Wyatt in the depths of the Underworld. That's all Chris knew and for a while that was suitable. He had a whole camp of surviving witches and humans who banded together to form the resistance to look after. They named him their leader something he wasn't quite sure at first he qualified for. It was Bianca who convinced him. You're a son of A Charmed one….Wyatt's younger brother…..descendant of the Halliwell line…it has to be you. She had said. Her voice made his body ache. Just thinking of her made his whole body ache.

"Bianca thing?" Sam inquired, "the Phoenix Witch?"

"Yeah….what the hell are you doing here?"

"Look, I'll explain myself later," Sam said quickly, "but do you remember the tale of the blob thingy? The unnamed demon? It roamed the manor for months when you were like 2 and nearly swallowed Wyatt and myself whole. It took them a very long time to figure out how to vanquish it we're gonna have to help 'em, c'mon," Sam stretched his hand out, "orb us," and he jiggled his hand up and down when there was no movement from Chris, "I think if I fire in, your mother may actually blow me up….I don't actually die but it hurts like a bitch,"

Manor

The sisters found themselves in the attic, searching through the book of Shadows for blob. Paige was mindlessly opening and closing boxes in search of the clothing she'd left behind. Her room was transformed into a shared nursery for Wyatt and Patrick.

"He's from the future and you just left the two of them there?" Phoebe inquired.

Piper narrowed her eyes at her sister. It hadn't necessarily been her fault. There was-still was a blog thing roaming the manor. It wasn't as though Chris was a child, he was a full grown half witch half whitelighter perfectly capable of making his own decisions and besides they said they were cousins.

"They said they were cousins."

Paige raised an eyebrow, "his fiancée tried to kill him," she offered softly.

"Fine," Piper snapped, "Chris?!" she called out.

Almost instantly the two future people appeared in a flurry of orbs. The taller one was unknown to Phoebe. He looked somewhat spooked. His eyes were glancing everywhere and nowhere and especially nowhere near her or her sisters. There was an odd sense of familiarity about him. One she couldn't quite place.

Chris yanked his hand out of the grasp of the stranger's taking a few steps away from him. The stranger was idly starring at everything in the attic as though he hadn't ever seen a disorganized mess before, or perhaps it was the potions brewing on the table.

"What you never see a witch brew a potion?" Phoebe interjected.

He jumped at the sound of her voice, quickly glancing at her and then quickly starring up at the ceiling and then back at his holey shoes, "no I have….just never in the Halliwell attic….its famous from where we came in the future." It wasn't a complete lie. The manor was took up a whole section in the Magic School's History Of The Charmed Ones textbook, the only unit he found utterly easy. It was odd to think that kids studied his family, his mother, his aunts, himself. They were little celebrities in their own way. Something that definitely boasted his and Wyatt's ego, when they were in second form of their education(and last), he and Wyatt ran for class President. They ran their campaign on some rather personal life changing moments of the Charmed Ones, earning them detention from their Aunt Paige and groundings from their respective mothers. Even that mere thought made his stomach clench and the thought of her sitting so alive and so close to him. He fought ever urge to go up to her and nuzzle his head into her neck just like he used to. To smell the flowery perfume she always wore and to hear her say "it's all okay." When she said it, it was okay.

"Magic school?" questioned Paige as she tugged on a pair of fire engine red boots.

It was pure irony that she'd appear to be the most interesting, considering she'd be headmaster in a couple of very short years.

"It's an place to nurture good magic set up by the Elders," he explained, "me and Chris used to go there all the time."

"Where were your parents?" Piper questioned.

"Let's just focus on the blob thing," Chris said, "look, in the future…" he stopped mid-sentence when Paige disappeared in a puff of smoke, "it took the power of three to vanquish it." He finished.

A/N: I was really happy with all the reviews and I wasn't aware this was possibly being addressed in the comics. I was reading the Charmed Wiki, it said Phoebe's baby was conceived a little bit before Wyatt and most likely if survived he could have possibly have been born right on time during Wiccan Festival of Lights(Wyatt was six weeks early) and have been the Twice Blessed Child. I couldn't take that away from Wyatt it's such a big part of his character but though in a even match I think the two would destroy each other in order to kill each other. Aimee's character will be introduced in the next chapter. I hope you're enjoying still. As for Cole, I was not ever his biggest fan, I felt as though his story was continouisly dragged on and on but I do find his character pops up a lot in this Chris fics, okay occasionally. So let me know if you want Cole at some point to appear, I have some ideas where he and Sam(Patrick) crossed paths at points in the future in the deserted underworld. Let me know.