Author's Note: My friend (Authoress of Evil) was rewatching Charmed and she was telling me how she found it enjoyable to watch Chris as an only child in Forget Me...Not. It got me thinking...and this is what was produced of it. Lately, all I can think about is Charmed, Charmed, Chris, Charmed. I've been reading it and writing it and even watching it. It's a little unnerving. It's been a while, you know? So forgive my mistakes.

This will either be a two shot or a three shot, but it might be a little while before I post the next part. Please be patient...and, well, enjoy.

P.S. I'm not very creative when it comes to titles, so I just stole the episode name.

Forget Me...Not

Part I

He woke up in a small room on an uncomfortable couch. He was immediately alert to reasons unknown to him. It was almost as if it were an instinct. His eyes scoped out the room, landing on band posters and maps of the Underworld and pinned up papers with sketched out drawings—of what looked like—time lines. The band posters registered in his mind and he came to the conclusion that he was in the backroom of his mother's club, although he had no idea why.

He fell off the couch in his haste to get up when he felt something brush his arm. He soon realized he had no clothes on and the person—woman—who resided on the couch beside him had none on either. Who was this woman? More importantly, why was he in P3 when he should have been at home?

He sifted through the clothes on the floor until he found his and hurriedly pulled them on. He slipped out of the room and gently closed the door behind him. He pulled one of the stools off the bar and sat in it, rubbing his temples. His head was killing him. He had trouble pulling anything from his mind. There were snippets. He remembered cooking with his mom and being disappointed with his father. He remembered his fourteenth birthday, when his mother died, but everything was blurry after that. He remembered a war, but he didn't know over what. He remembered a safe house and a beautiful brown-haired woman, but didn't know what the safe house was for nor who the woman was.

Chris stood up wearily, ready to orb to the manor, when orbs appeared beside him and formed into his father.

Chris was shocked at the voluntary visit. As far as he knew, his father didn't visit him anymore...for a reason he didn't know. He remembered it wasn't because he was too busy, but more like he had no choice...

"Leo?" Chris questioned. He had taken to calling him that, because honestly? He was only a father to...well...actually, no he didn't know who he was only a father to. He did know that Leo was no father to him.

"Chris?" a voice asked behind them. Chris whirled around, only to find the blonde woman leaning against the doorway of the backroom. She had nothing but a shirt on, which seemed to piss Leo off.

Leo turned on Chris. "I assigned you to Natalie for a reason, Chris! To protect her—"

"He was using protecting," she supplied helpfully.

Chris send her a look. Really, even if he was looking for a one night stand, did it have to be with an air-head? "I don't think that's what he meant."

"It is completely against the rules!" Leo continued, the woman's statement only fueling his anger.

Chris laughed bitterly. "You're one to talk! You and M—" Chris sighed and shook his head, knowing it was no use. "Why did you even assign me a charge anyway? You know I'm only half-whitelighter. It's not like I can heal. She would be much better off with someone more powerful."

Leo's eyes flashed with anger as he shoved Chris into the bar. Chris's eyes widened with shock. Leo may have been a shitty father, but he would never lay a hand on him. What was wrong with him?!

"You're half-whitelighter?! You lied to us?! What else have you been keeping secret, huh, Chris? Is that even your real name?"

Chris's eyebrows furrowed with confusion."What are you talking about, Leo? Of course I'm half-whitelighter. I always knew you were stupid, but Jesus! What do you mean is that my real name? Seriously, what's wrong with you?"

Leo narrowed his eyes. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you—" He stopped talking and tilted his head. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?!" Chris demanded. He shoved Leo off of him. "Have you gone crazy?!"

Leo shook his head before controlling himself and pointing a finger at Chris. "I am telling the sisters about this. We'll see how long you keep them as charges afterward." Leo orbed out abruptly.

"The sisters? Charges?" Chris repeated in confusion.

Natalie looked at him hopefully. "Chris, baby—"

Chris glared at her. "Just go home, Natalie. Whatever we did last night was a mistake, understand?"

She stared at him, her eyes glistening with tears at his outburst. "But—"

Chris turned away from her and sensed for his aunt Paige—too annoyed to actually give a damn about his charge—before orbing into a bathroom stall.

He took a moment to calm himself. Something seriously wrong was going on. If anyone could help, it would be his aunt. She had been so strong. When his mother died and his aunt Phoebe soon followed, she had been there for him. He found it nerve racking how he couldn't remember how is aunt or mother died.

He took a deep breath before leaving the bathroom. He was in an office. Why was he in an office? What could Paige possibly be doing in an office? He found his answer when he saw his aunt talking to a woman he didn't know. He stood there, shocked. Her hair was a bright fiery orange, and the age lines that usually lined her face were nonexistent, as well as her gray hair.

At that moment, Paige turned around and caught sight of Chris. If he didn't know any better, he would say she almost looked exasperated. She said something to the woman before she pulled him to a corner and gave him a look.

"Chris, please, not now. I know you want us to go run off chasing demons for you all day—for God knows only what reason—but I really don't have the time. I got this friend of mine fired for a reason I don't even know. I don't even remember, actually." She looked at him hopefully. "Do you remember what happened yesterday?"

He gave a choked laugh. "I can't remember the past ten years."

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"Aunt Paige," Chris asked lowly. "What year is it?"

She stared at him, shocked. He didn't know what he said. It may have been uncommon to ask what year it was, but most people didn't stare at you in the way his aunt was now.

"Aunt Paige...?" Chris asked, trying to catch her attention.

"What did you just call me?"