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A Charmed Story - Part Eight:
Chris To The Max
Chapter 1

It was a nice day, with a nice weather and nice perspectives of future. Michael had got promoted and he wanted to celebrate it. He would invite Angela to a very romantic dinner that he himself would prepare; therefore, he had gone out to buy all the things he needed, and had told Angela that he had to work. Man, he was so happy!!
On his way back, he passed by the Halliwells' manor and decided to call on them. He had talked to Chris on the phone the previous day, and he had heard a very weird story about demons - as always - and a traitor whitelighter, and the best of all the things... His friend WAS daddy!!!! Chris said that there had been some problems, above all because the birth in the middle of an attack, and he had also said something about aggressive children.
But they couldn't talk much. Actually, Chris didn't like telling him all those things in front of his family. They knew that he knew, of course, and they never said anything about it. But still Chris felt bad about it somehow, so he preferred talking to him about such things when they were alone. He felt less guilty that way, and Mike understood him.
But now he was impatient to see his friend's little baby, and to find out which was the 'other surprise' he had mentioned on the phone. So finally, he thought he could just knock on their door and talk for a while. He had no idea of how to get to his apartment at the school, but he hoped he could make his way to the manor for some minutes. After all, he could orb... Only he wished they didn't have any demon at the moment in the house...
Michael pressed the ring bell, and after some minutes the door opened. He found himself in front of a tall and strong blonde man who stared at him surprised at first, somehow worried then, and finally relieved and even happy to see him.
"Mickey!!" Wyatt exclaimed with a wide smile on his face, making Michael open his mouth in amazement.

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"Chris?" Angela said smiling when she opened the door and saw that it was her husband's friend. "Oh, Mike is not here, he said he had to work today... But you can pass and take a coffee or something." She pushed herself aside to let him enter her house.
The young man smirked and muttered an almost inaudible "Thank you, Angy", as he made his way to the kitchen.
"Hey... Chris, that's the kitchen. I guess you prefer waiting in the lounge." she warned him, still smiling but rather surprised.
"Oh, sorry..." the man laughed. "I just got somehow... disorientated," he explained as he turned on his feet and walked in the opposite direction.
Angela nodded and then shook her head. The baby was probably giving him bad nights, she chuckled. "Your little Hope does not let you sleep, huh?"
The young man frowned, stopping in the middle of his walk: "My what?" Had he heard well? Hope of what?
Angela closed the door behind her and went closer, looking at him with curiosity.
"Your baby, of curse..." she paused, waiting for his reaction, but he just chuckled again: "Oh, sorry I didn't hear you well. Hum... Yeah. It... She... is pretty annoying." He smiled.
"Annoying?" Angela couldn't believe what he was saying. "It's your child, Chris, are you ok?"
"Quite well, actually." Answered the young man, resuming his walk towards the lounge, and taking seat. He crossed his legs parsimoniously and stared at the woman, who was pretty confused.
"How does Bianca feel, Chris? I... I heard that it was hard... She almost had an abortion, said Mike..."
Chris smirked, bending his body upwards: "She's fine... But she probably won't very soon." His voice was suddenly darker, evil.
Angela realised that something was wrong. That wasn't Chris. He looked like him, he was almost a clone. But it couldn't be him.
She wanted to scream, or to run away, but it was too late. The door closed behind her with a strong and noisy thud.

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Wyatt had made his hopefully-future-father-in-law enter and sit down in the lounge. "You wanna see my brother, I guess," he said smiling broadly.
Michael opened his eyes wide "That... that depends on... who your brother is. And who you are..." he answered, starting to understand. Or thinking that he was starting to understand. Because his mind was a complete mess at that moment. Wyatt laughed heartily.
"Because you are... I mean... You cannot be... Ok, of course you can. It's evident you can be... But..." Michael shook his head. "You are not..." He smiled nervously. "Tell me you're not..." He looked to one side, looking for the little child with curly blonde hair who should be playing in the playpen. "Oh... You are." He stared at Wyatt.
"I am..." Wyatt added playfully.
"Oh, my God..." For a moment Michael seemed to have lost his calm, but suddenly he started to laugh and talk, excited: "Oh, man, I can't believe it!!! So you are that surprise he mentioned!! Oh man... And I spoilt it... You know, he talked about you sooo much!!! I did really regret that I'd never meet you! Well, probably I would have met you... in the future... I guess. But that's not what I mean... Oh, man!! And I spoilt the surprise, please don't tell Chris..."
"Tell me what?" Chris appeared through the door, smiling, with two little babies on his arms and a blonde kid walking by his side.
Wyatt couldn't stop laughing as he saw Michael was jumping on his feet and run towards Chris, to see the baby and his friend, in that order.
"Oh, she's cute! She's like her daddy!!! I mean, you can compare you two easier this way, you're almost the same age!!"
Chris laughed and Wyatt was still doing it. "This man won't change..." he said.
"Do you want to hold her," Chris then asked his friend.
Michael nodded and the Elder-witch placed little Hope in the arms of her Godfather.
The man kept staring at her. She was really cute in her little white and pink dress... and so small... so adorable. But then Michael turned to the brothers again: "But how come...? What happened for you to be here? And..." He frowned. "What are you doing in the manor, by the way?" he asked turning to Chris. "I thought you'd be at home, in the school."
"I am a long story..." Wyatt said.
"And as for me... Yeah, we were supposed to be at home, but Bianca needs some rest, it was hard..." he looked at Wyatt out of the corner of his eyes, "and mom told me that we could spend some nights here, so that she can take care of her and the baby while I'm working, or just help me. And I can help her with mini-me, and mini-Wyatt, at the same time I'm with Hope."
"Oh..." Michael nodded. "Good." Then he turned to Wyatt: "What about you, 'Long Story'?
Wyatt chuckled: "Do you really wanna hear it?"
"Angy thinks I'm at work... I have time. And curiosity!"
Chris shrugged and smiled. "Then, take a seat, man... I'll get some coffee and we can talk."
Little Wyatt let go off Chris right at that moment and went to Mike, holding his trousers: "Mickey... play with me."
"Oh... that's cute." Michael took the boy in his arms and then looked at adult Wyatt, who was smiling, almost drooling. "I correct myself. That's weird..."

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Phoebe sat in front of her computer. From outside her office she heard people talking and walking and hammering on their computers like she should already have done it... But she wasn't able to write. She was tired and she had a terrible headache. She didn't slept the last night...
"Phoebe, have you finished..." Elise said when she entered the office, but she stopped immediately when she noticed the state Phoebe was in. "Honey what's wrong?" she asked concerned.
Phoebe shrugged: "I had a bad night..."
"A fight with your fiancé?"
Phoebe smiled widely: "Nooooooo... of course not... No it's my nephew and my... niece. My niece was born two days ago. They stay at the manor with us to recover from the birth... but two little babies... God, they where screaming the whole night... They wanted to drink or they needed a new diaper..." Elise couldn't help chuckling.
At that moment Cole entered. "Hey princess... have you some time?"
Phoebe nodded: "Come in honey."
Cole went over to her and gave her a passionate kiss. She sighed and leant herself against his body, closing her eyes.
Elise smiled: "Phoebe, you know what? I give you one day off... I have here a credit note for that new hotel near the bay... I think you both should go there, and tomorrow I want an article about that location, ok?"
Phoebe looked at her disbelieving: "But the column?"
Elise rose her hand to stop her: "Don't worry about that... Therefore I get that article... and maybe you can do it a little like 'the hotel for lovers' or something..."
Cole grinned, looking at his love, while Phoebe agreed.
Elise nodded and left the office, while Cole bend down to Phoebe again to kiss her full of love. "Seems we have a day off," he whispered.
She sighed happily: "Yeah... And I'm sure that it will not be boring." She pulled him closer and kissed him back.

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Silas and Leo sat in front of Odin's paper-overloaded desk. The old Elder sighed again. "Leo why didn't you tell us?"
Leo looked to Silas and then back to Odin: "Because it's his decision... and I don't like the fact that you told him about what Cole said to you... to you, not to Silas." Then he turned to the Elder next to him and add: "Nothing personal." Silas nodded.
"He's a witch Leo... the Elders need to know that," Odin went on.
"Why?" Leo asked back. "I know it... and Chris does... and also Phoebe... and he told it to you, what I still don't understand... So why isn't that enough? Why making such a big deal out of it?"
Silas cleared his throat: "I guess, because of his past... but anyway, I'm on your side... it's his life." Leo nodded.
Odin sighed again: "He was demon, Leo... the power of a witch in the hands of..."
"He is human Odin... and now he IS a witch! Period!" Leo said a little angry. "And if he didn't want you to know that... it's just because he didn't trust those things... what he needs is someone who believes in him now... not someone who is against him."
"He needs a whitelighter," Odin went on.
"He has me and Chris," Leo snapped back.
Odin sighed: "Alright..."

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Bianca felt a little dizzy when she woke up. She had slept about five hours which had been really not enough. And in addition she was still feeling weak and worn out from giving birth to her child, only two days ago. But she couldn't sleep anymore, because she heard her baby-girl crying. And that was something she couldn't stand. She needed to look after her, to calm her down, even if she felt still dizzy and weak. 'Damned mother-instincts,' she thought. Slowly she put her dressing gown on and shimmered into the living room...

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Michael had little Wyatt on his lab, hugging the cute boy, while the big one caressed baby-Chris. Meanwhile the adult Chris paced around with his crying daughter on his arms, trying to calm her down.
Hope was there for two days... and she already caused them a lot of trouble, even if she was sooo small and cute... Chris loved her so much, but sometimes he wasn't sure if he could handle that. He had no problems with fighting against demons, but fighting against the cries of his sweet and cute and adorable child seemed a lot harder. Every single scream of Hope hurt him deep down inside, just because he loved her so much. Much more than he thought was possible.
At that moment Bianca shimmered in.
"Honey, what are you doing here..." Chris exclaimed, "you should stay in bed... the doctor..."
Bianca greeted Michael with a nod, and turned to Chris. "The doctor said I shall relax, but I can't do that if my little girl is hungry," she replied. Then she took little Hope, sat down in the old armchair and started to breast-feed the little girl.
Michael felt a little uncomfortable for a moment, but then he relaxed. After all that was a natural thing...
Bianca looked really tired, but there was a wide smile on her face while she watched her daughter drinking.
"So, you called a doctor?" Michael asked confused. At least after all they had told him... With two person who could heal and one who could resurrect... that seemed not necessary to him.
"Yeah we did," Chris explained, "Hope was born too early, so we just wanted to be sure that everything is alright..."
Michael nodded. Then he turned to Wyatt: "You know.. you're really a hero... now I know where your brother had got that from..."
Wyatt just shrugged, and Michael could see the worry in his eyes. He looked from one to the other: "Did I miss something????"
Chris sighed: "My brother is just a little afraid because of his power... Because there is no one who can resurrect people... at least no one good..."
Michael turned to Wyatt again: "So you are afraid of being evil???" He frowned, and Wyatt could see that he was hard thinking. Then Michael smiled: "So what have you done? You saved two persons you love and who weren't meant to die that moment... what is evil in this? Nothing... You're good... I know it, even if I just know you for a few minutes... And by the way, who said that there are no good people who can do that... just because there was no one before doesn't mean that there never will be..."
Wyatt looked at the man surprised, while Chris chuckled. Then Wyatt smiled too: "Yeah, man... please keep your easy look on the magical world, 'cause you're damn right!"

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Paige entered the small restaurant near the harbour. She was a little to early, surprisingly.
"Can I help you ma'am?" the waiter said.
Paige smiled: "I'm here too meet Mr. Kyle Turner."
The waiter nodded: "Mr. Turner hadn't arrived yet, but if you like I show you your table."
Paige nodded and followed the handsome man. He helped her to take her seat and offered her something to drink as long as she had to wait.
When he was gone Paige looked around. It was really a beautiful place, everything looked warm and friendly. She sat on a table in a corner. It was really a calm place, but still they would be to exposed to talk, here. 'But, well... when we've finished the diner I can orb us to any place,' she thought.
At that moment Kyle went in and walked directly to their table. "Hey," he said and sat down, "how are you?"
Paige smiled: "I'm fine... and you?"
"I think... I guess... I don't know... but, I'm alright," he answered smiling.
Paige nodded. Then she lowered her eyes: "Ok, listen... if you want to talk about... we're a little too exposed here, I mean... and..."
The man chuckled: "Shall we order the meal?"

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"Wow, wow, wow... It seems the little babies of this house have a lot to talk about..." Piper said, as she came downstairs. When she stepped in the lounge she was surprised at first, but then she smiled at Michael: "Good morning, Mike! I didn't expect to find you here..." She gave a quick glance at Wyatt, wondering whether Chris's friend knew who he was already.
"Oh, good morning, Mrs. Halliwell..."
"Don't call me like that, Mike, I've told you lots of times! It makes me feel older than I am!"
The man blushed a little bit. "Sorry..." The two brothers and Bianca laughed at that, and he blushed even more.
"It's ok..." Piper smiled, patting Michael's shoulder. "It's just funny. Everything's funny in this house!" And both of them turned to look at the rest, big and younger versions of the same people living together under the same roof.
"Yeah... I was just thinking exactly the same thing." Then he stared at Piper: "You have two versions of your own sons here... And your granddaughter too, and you have seen her five-year-old version lots of times and an older version too, and... Oh, man... How can you deal with this?"
Piper chuckled as the two brothers smiled, still playing with the kids, and Bianca looked at them out of the corner of her eyes. "You just end up thinking they're different people, it's easier..."
"Mom and dad will do well in the future..." Wyatt said, gaining a glare of his brother.
"Future consequences, Wyatt!" he warned.
Michael chuckled. "Ok... I need to go," he said then, "Angela will worry even if she thinks that I'm at work. She might phone or something. But we should meet some day, all of us. She's looking forward to seeing your little baby there!" He winked at Chris. Then he shook hands with Wyatt and Piper, and said goodbye.
"Bye, Mike!"
"Bye Mickey!" the two Wyatts said at the same time.
Piper and Bianca laughed when they saw the way in which Chris looked at Wyatt. "Don't tell me you call him like that too in the future..." he said with a frown.
Wyatt opened his mouth, but all of a sudden, his little version, who had been playing with some toys on the floor, said: "Mickey's funny."
The adult version blushed as Chris looked at him in horror, and the others laughed out loud.

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Nicki was in Steve's kitchen, preparing something for lunch. Her eyes were red and she had shadows under them, because of the lack of sleep.
After the event, she had decided to stay with her boyfriend, until he started to feel better, but even if it had been only two days, she was more and more worried every minute. Steve was behaving like a zombie, and he had terrible nightmares, and didn't sleep at all, but then he kept saying that everything was ok.
Nicki was tired. She wouldn't be able to get a word out of him. It was clear that he didn't want to worry her more than she had already been, but the fact that he woke her up accidentally, with his cries and screams, didn't help at all.
Nicki moved from one place to another in the kitchen, working tiredly and thinking about what she could do for Steve, but she didn't know. Finally, she placed the dishes on the table and broke down crying. It was too much... too much.
Now Steve was quite because she had given him some pills to help him sleep. He had woken up crying several times that night, and finally she had decided to do something about it. But it wasn't of any help.
The problem was bigger, and a simple pill could not do much. And she regretted that she couldn't take him to a psychologist because she knew which the problem was... and it was magical. She kept crying that way for some minutes... Maybe she should talk to someone else, Veronica for example. Or Tom. Or she would go crazy herself.

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When Michael got to his house it was quite calm. He looked around, surprised, but Angela seemed to be sleeping or she might have gone out. It was very weird. He stepped into the corridor, it was dark and calm... And the kitchen was open... And there was smoke.
Smoke!
Michael rushed to the kitchen afraid that something bad had happened. There was a little fire that he set off as he called Angela, but she wouldn't answer.
Then he went to the lounge. It was a mess. All the furniture was on the floor and broken, and she wasn't there, but there were some smoking marks on the walls... and a little note on the table. Michael read it nervously, his hand shaking.
"I want Christopher Halliwell, and I want him powerless. There's no place for us both in this time and place. There's no place for him in the future, either. Bring the bastard powerless to me, to the park of the Golden Gate, tomorrow at midnight. Don't deceive me. I want him, or you won't see your little tiny wife anymore. An old friend."
Michael was like frozen in shock. Then he yelled in desperation: "NOOOO ANGY... NOOOOO...ANGY... CHRIS... OH NOOOOO...!!!!!" He sank down on the sofa and hid his face in his hands, crying.

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Phoebe was about to walk into their hotel-room when Cole hold her back. "Not so fast, honey," he said smiling.
The empath looked at him questioning, but Cole just picked her up to his arms and carried her in to the room, right to the bed. He placed her down and kissed her passionately
"Hey this isn't our honeymoon," she teased him.
"Hmmm..." he smiled at her. Then there was suddenly a kind of sparkle in his eyes: "Why not?"
Phoebe frowned not sure if she got his question right: "Huh?"
Cole sat down next to her, grasped an advertisement-paper from the table and read.
"Welcome to the 'Fantasy Island Hotel' - the place where all your dreams come true..."
"Guess the owners watched too much old TV shows," he add smiling, before he went on reading.
"If you want to play in the... bla bla... Or if you want you can marry at our lovely little chapel..."
Phoebe began to laugh: "Oh you're joking... you can't say that serious..." But when she saw Cole's soft smile and his eyes which were looking at her with a kind of determination, she added: "You can't, can you?"
He smiled even more and took her hand: "Well... We both know that this will happen some day... And we both know what happened on your sister's marriage and on Chris's marriage and ... Well I think I better don't start to talk about our first try..." Phoebe chuckled, thinking about that, and about how much their lives had changed since then. "So... Why shall we wait till something happens and spoils it again?" he asked expectantly.

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Suddenly Michael heard the sound of someone orbing in - a sound which was already familiar to him. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, what happened?" Chris said.
Michael looked up and then shook his head: "Did you... Did you hear my cry? How came, I'm not a witch."
"I'm an Elder," Chris answered. "We hear everyone... and you yelled like hell broke lose, and so it is looking around here," he said, looking around in the destroyed room, "so what happened?"
Michael showed his friend the sheet of paper. Chris read it and froze. "Oh my God," he muttered. Then he turned to Michael and hugged him: "I'm so sorry..."
"I know," his friend answered, "I know... and I know that's not your fault, and I know that you can't..."
"No Michael," Chris said determined, "we find a way to save her... Come, we go back to the manor, and then we'll see what we can do... I'm sure we'll find a way..."

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At the manor... someday, about 23 years in the future...
Chris paced through the living room, glancing from time to time at the teen who was with him.
"Could you please sit down, you're making me nervous!" Jim said.
"Excuse me that I can't just sit around while our whole future depends on the trust my little twice-blessed brother has in his powers."
The teen sighed, noticing the worry in the voice of his oldest cousin.
At that moment purple orbing lights filled the room. When Hope materialised she nearly jumped into her father's arms and kissed him on his cheek. "Oh my God dad... I can't believe how small I had been," she said smiling.
"So everything is alright?" he asked.
"She nodded and replied: "As long as you didn't notice anything else, everything is fine I would say." Chris sighed relieved.
Jim cleared his throat: "I don't want to disturb you, but I have a question: How came that Bianca was alive, even before you send Wyatt back... I mean... I know you did it because he was there when Hope was born but... How did all that started...????"
Chris frowned, then he understood what his little cousin meant: "I think the first time, when Wyatt had saved me the first time... I decided, if someone would die, I would send him back as soon as he's ready." Jim nodded still confused.
Hope still smiled and sat down next to him: "You know... you shouldn't worry about those time-travel-stuff..."
"I know..." Jim said, and then he added, "I wished I could also travel back... I would like to see how my parents met the first time, for example."
"Believe me, you don't want to see that," Kyle said when he entered the room.
"Hey dad..."
Kyle went over to Jim and squeezed his shoulders lightly: "What are you doing here? Don't you have to work for school?"
Jim rolled his eyes. Then Kyle turned to Chris: "Everything alright?"
The Elder-witch nodded: "Yeah... everything is still like it should be... no changings."
"Dad, I have a question," Hope said while she approached her father again. "What would have happened if Wyatt didn't save mom?"
Chris's eyes turned sad. He had feared that question. He sighed as pictures flashed through his mind, pictures of him killing demon after demon merciless. Those pictures that had started hunting him at the same time, as Wyatt started to hear his call in his dreams. "Except that you would be an only-child? Well... I guess I would have turned evil in order to wipe out every single demon... I would blame them all for losing her."
Hope frowned, then she smiled: "No... you wouldn't... you're toooooo good to be evil!" She hugged him.
Chris hugged her back, thinking: 'You have no idea Hope, you have no idea...'

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Back in our time...
They had a really relaxed lunch together. The meal was just perfect, and Paige and Kyle talked and laughed a lot. They had just a good time. After they had left the restaurant they took a walk along the harbour.
"I'm sorry," Kyle said suddenly.
"For what?" Paige asked frowning.
He shrugged: "For all the trouble I caused... I guess your sisters are quiet angry that you told me your secret."
Paige smiled: "No... not more than usual... I'm happy that you take that so easy."
He smiled and shrugged again: "I try..."
They walked a while in silence until they found a small bench to sit down. "So..." he started again. "How is your life like? I mean... Waking up, searching for the demon of the day, making a potion, vanquish him and then go to bed?"
Paige laughed heartily: "No... Oh no... we... actually we try to live as normal as possible... Piper runs the club, Phoebe has her column and I have my temp jobs... We're only fighting demons if they come after us first... or if they try to destroy the world in general..."
Kyle nodded: "So... if you have such a normal life... maybe you'd like to go to cinema or something... someday..." He asked with such a shy voice, that Paige couldn't do anything else than agree. He was just behaving so cute...
He smiled when she nodded. He couldn't help it... even if he was a little afraid of all that magic stuff, he couldn't help it but he liked her.

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Half an hour later Phoebe and Cole stood in front of an altar in the small but really beautiful chapel.
Phoebe still couldn't believe that she was doing that. They had went down to the lobby and talked to the concierge who said he would prepare everything. They had bought a beautiful dress for her and a suit for him and they had bought two beautiful rings made of yellow- and white-gold. Everything was just perfect. Except that no one else was there... none of their family. Phoebe was a little sad about it, and she was sure that Cole at least would like to have Chris on his side... but no... they decided to do it now and that's what they did.
"Phoebe Halliwell, have you written any vows?" the priest said after a long speech.
The couple looked at each other. They hadn't thought about that.
Phoebe shrugged: "Well... not written, but there is something I want to say." Then she turned to Cole: "When I met you the first time, I never thought of how that all would end... And when I lost you, it seemed I lost everything for a long time... Then you just came back, we both got a new chance. And I'm willing to take it, I will not let it pass without doing anything... I love you! I always did... and I always will."
Cole smiled while the priest asked him for his vows.
"Well..." he said, "There is nothing I can say... I did so much wrong in my life, I hurt everyone I ever loved... I hurt you... And the fact that you still love me is the greatest gift I've ever got... So there is nothing I can say except... I love you, always and forever... And I hope there will be nothing that spoils our bright future." Phoebe smiled and gave him a kiss on his nose.
Then the priest went on: "Cole Turner. Will you love, comfort and honor her, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?"
Cole smiled widely: "By my life... I swear I do."
"Phoebe Halliwell. Will you love, comfort and honor him, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?"
"I do," she answered. And it was a truly honest answer.
"So Phoebe and Cole, you have just stated your pledge of lifelong commitment to one another before the holy father. Those who god had joined together, let no on divorce. Now give the rings to one another."
Cole took the ring, placed it on Phoebe's finger and said smiling the most important words in his new life: "With this ring I thee wed."
Phoebe smiled too and did the same.
"Well..." the priest said, "from your file I know that you Mr. Turner will take over the name of your wife?"
Cole nodded while Phoebe looked at him surprised. But before she could ask him the priest went on.
"So Mr. Halliwell and Mrs Halliwell, from that moment this marriage is valid according to the laws of the state of California. Now you may kiss the bride."
Cole smiled and did it. He kissed her full of love... his wife.

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Wyatt was playing with his little self, Bianca had Hope in her arms, and Piper was breast-feeding baby-Chris, when adult-Chris orbed back with Michael. All of them turned their anxious faces to him, and noticed that something was really wrong when they saw the poor man's red eyes. Michael was not of the weak kind, so something really bad had happened, for sure.
"What is it?" Wyatt asked, really concerned about the man, going closer to him and putting his hand on his shoulder.
But Chris just led his friend to the sofa. "It's ok, don't press him," he said.
Bianca kept looking at him, worriedly, and Piper got up to see what she could do: "Are you ok? Do you need something?"
"I just... Angy..." and he broke down again.
Wyatt looked at Chris wonderingly. He could see his pale look. It wasn't that much, and the others wouldn't have noticed, but his connection did not deceive him at all. Chris was very worried, not to say very scared. However he said nothing. Chris was trying to show himself grave, and he didn't want to spoil it all, and show his weakness in front of the others.
"She was kidnapped. We don't know who did it but they want..."
"They want money, and I don't have it," Michael intervened immediately.
Chris looked at him and frowned. Why had he lied? But Michael gave a begging look at him too. Wyatt stared at the two men curious.
"That's so weird..." Piper said.
"Oh, honey... Maybe we should call the police immediately," Bianca suggested, just picking up the phone.
"No!" Chris exclaimed. "No, please. Maybe we can do something about it..."
"What?" Bianca asked. "Shall Paige summon the money?"
Chris looked at her angry, even if he knew that all this must sound weird to the others.
Wyatt kept his eyes focused on Michael, while he sensed Chris's confusing emotions. "Alright," he said suddenly and went over to the man, ignoring the questioning looks of his family. He grasped Michael's arm and said: "We have to talk!" Then Wyatt orbed with him away.


(Chapter 1 written by Belén and Chrissy.W.x)