Disclaimer: GRRR...I DON'T OWN CHARMED. But I DO own little Prue, Colin, Mel, and my brain. But that's about it...grrr....

"Chris, I know you've been taking an empath blocking potion ever since Bianca came. I can feel it, I can never get a reading off of you," insisted Phoebe. "We only want to help. Why can't you at least tell us a little bit about the future?"

Chris glanced skeptically around the table at the Charmed Ones. If only they knew that they were his mother and aunts, if only they knew that he ached to tell them the truth...but he couldn't. He kept his face blank and confused.

"I don't know what you're all talking about. Oh, darn—I forgot, there's a demon I'm supposed to—"

"Don't you dare!" Paige shouted. She was too late though; Chris had already orbed out. "That's it, I'm sick of this whole 'future consequences' motto of his. I've got the spell. Do you guys remember it?"

Piper and Phoebe nodded.

"Desperate times, desperate measures," Piper groaned, taking out a slip of paper. They huddled together to read it.

"To reveal what will come to pass,

Let us see the lost one's past."


"Fourteen and unders, get in the pool!" shouted a voice.

The sisters stood, unseen, on a pool deck. They looked around: A lifeguard, the one that was shouting, had been calling to a group of teenagers over by the snack bar about ten feet away. It was obviously summer, and although they were invisible, they could feel the intensity of the 90 degree weather burning their backs.

"C'mon you guys, practice is starting!"

He got no response from the small crowd, now in hoots of laughter over some inside joke. The life guard checked his watch and sighed impatiently.

"Uh, Phoebe, I don't see Chris anywhere," Piper commented skeptically. "Maybe the spell didn't work?"

A whistle blew and they jumped up in surprise, covering their ears.

"Colin, Mel, Prue, Chris, Bianca! Cut the chit-chat and get your butts in the pool, now! I'm not kidding this time!" the lifeguard nagged.

A brown haired, tanned boy emerged from the group, grinning. Girls from all around the large pool were eyeing him, but he didn't seem to notice. "Sure, Coach," he laughed. "Sorry."

"It's Chris!" Paige exclaimed. "Aw, he's so adorable!"

"Yeah, but there's Bianca, too," Phoebe groaned, grimacing. "But who are those other kids?"

The lifeguard looked straight at them with a smirk, but quickly diverted his attention to the teens now rapidly approaching with not-so-happy looks on their faces.

"Okay, normal warm-up for today. 500 yard free, 300 choice, 100 kick. You get the picture. Now hurry up and get in—Halliwell, you'll pay for that!" he laughed, shaking off the water that Chris sprayed on him by jumping in.

"Which Halliwell?" asked a red haired boy and two girls with blonde and brown hair simultaneously.

"Oh, stop it with that eerie...thing you guys do."

The three of them shrugged, giggling, and jumped in with Chris, managing to fully drench the lifeguard. He sputtered and coughed, then turned to Bianca expectantly. "Hey, you getting in my queen?" he asked, punching her playfully on the arm. "Your boyfriend's in, he's already gone 100 yards."

Bianca gawked at him, shell-shocked. "EW...he's not..."

"Everyone knows you have some major-crush on him. You nearly ripped your hair out when he was talking to that Jessica girl the other—aw, c'mon!" he yelled after Bianca splashed him as well. "I oughta get a raise with all the junk that I put up with you guys!"

"Prue? Mel?" Piper inquired. "Those names...are they really all Halliwells? Prue and Mel and Colin, he called them all Halliwells—and Chris, too!" She clapped a hand to her mouth. "No...you don't think..."

"He's RELATED to us?" Paige nearly shrieked.

"Sure he is," replied the lifeguard.

They all gasped in surprise—how could he hear them?

"You're from the year 2004," he said as-a-matter-of-factly. "Welcome to 2019."

"Dammit, how can you hear us? Phoebe exclaimed. "We made the spell so we couldn't be seen—are you a demon or something?"

He chuckled softly. "I'm a whitelighter. Chris' whitelighter, to be exact, but he doesn't know that—nobody does. To every Halliwell, I'm just Brian the swim coach. Only whitelighters can see you, don't worry. So...I'll bet you're probably curious, huh?"

"Well, yeah!" they all chimed in frustration.

"Okay, then...first off, the kids in the far lane. Do you see them? The red haired boy and the blonde girl?" They nodded. "Well, their names are Colin and Mel, and they're Paige's twins."

"I have—TWINS? Oh my god, I have TWINS!?" She jumped up and down in excitement. "I have twins! Oh, aren't they just so cute?" Paige was near hysterics.

"Keep it down, most of them are half-whitelighter and their senses could kick in at any moment; especially Chris, since his dad's an elder and all. He's pretty strong with his powers—and athletics, as you can see—but he's good at hiding it. Be careful. You don't want to be discovered.

"Well, I can tell you that Colin is the brainy rational one and that Mel follows Chris everywhere since they're both very adventurous and eager. Colin and Mel are both 11, and just like two halves of one whole!"

"What about the others?" Phoebe asked tentatively.

"Okay, back to the point. You see the other girl in the lane next to theirs'? That's Prue. She's 12, Phoebe's daughter, and definitely the artist and creative one of the bunch."

"Oh my god, she's so beautiful," Phoebe marveled. "And she's just like Prue, too..."

Brian laughed. "In more ways than one. Let's just say she can be a little...stubborn. She wasn't all too happy when Bianca moved in, but now they're the best of friends. Oh yeah—Bianca's over there in Chris' lane—she's thirteen."

"We've already met her, she's a phoenix!" Piper growled. "Why would she move into OUR house? She's demonic—she's evil!"

"No she's not," Brian explained quickly. "Okay, I know this may sound weird, but she's good. She's innocent...for now. You see, her mother, Lynn, died battling Piper about two years ago. Bianca, being young still, wasn't good or evil. So Piper took her in since no one else that adopted her would understand her powers and everything, you know? But, unfortunately, someday she will turn evil—and it'll be because of Wyatt using mind-control. But for now...well, she's got the hots for Chris."

"About that—what's with this whole 'Chris being a Halliwell' charade? Chris is our whitelighter—well, half-whitelighter, that is—from the future, not a Halliwell! His last name is Perry!" Piper insisted.

"No it isn't, that's his middle name. He didn't want you to find out, but now that you guys cast this spell, he can't prevent you from knowing. Piper, listen to me. Chris is your second-born. Wyatt's little brother. And right now...there's something funny going on...but we don't know what. I think that Wyatt—who's already evil, by the way, unbeknownst to your future selves—is trying to turn Chris. But he's doing it discreetly, trying to control Chris by getting to him in his sleep. Chris is powerful enough to fight it off, of course, but I don't know how long it'll last..." He sighed. "At least we know that he's good in the future if he's trying to save Wyatt in your time."

"I'm done, Brian!" Chris yelled. "Who're you talking—" for a split second he turned pale, seeing the sisters, but shook it off. "Never mind."

"Do another hundred yards while the others finish, alright?"

Chris nodded slowly, still staring at the spot where he could've sworn he saw the sisters, then took off quickly.

"See what I mean?" said Brian, running a perplexed hand through his sandy- colored hair. "Even this early, his powers—"

"Wait—Chris is my SON?" Piper demanded.

"Yeah, that's what I said."

"Holy...something—all the things I've said to him...I'm his MOTHER..." she choked. "But why didn't he tell me?"

"He doesn't want to upset you," Brian stated simply. "But that's a different time than this one, so I don't know too much about it. Wyatt, by the way, just got his driver's license. But you won't let him drive with anyone till he's at least seventeen—he's sixteen now, Chris is fourteen—so they're all stuck on skateboards and stuff."

"This is so amazing...who'd have thought?" breathed Paige. "They're all so...unbelievable...wonderful..."

"Yeah, if they aren't spraying you half to death, that is," Brian added. Then he grinned. "But wait—I guess I'm already dead, huh?"

They all laughed nervously, staring out at the children. How could all of this happen in fifteen years?

A/N: Yes, I know that Bianca's supposed to be older than Chris, but I changed it since that seems very weird. And the girls' husbands will be revealed in the next chappie, so don't go away!! R&R please, I appreciate it very much!!

Oh yeah, and, just a warning—this'll kinda be a Chris-centered fic from here on in. Go Drew Fuller and all of his hotness!