"Oh! Oh! We're big again!" Phoebe's gleeful shouts filled the room and the middle sister grinned, bouncing up and down on the mattress. She looked around the room, revelling in being bigger than the majority of her furniture.

"Yeah, you're big again. Hey, even the arm that belongs to me that you're currently jumping on knows it," Chris snarked, wrenching his arm free from beneath his aunt.

"If we're griping," Paige put it, "then you also have your foot in my ear, Chris."

"Well, I might be able to move my legs if my mother would get off them," Chris snapped, both at Paige and Piper, struggling to claw himself free. When they'd been small, what felt like miles between each other had definitely shrunk to mere millimetres when they'd grown suddenly and had left them with just a tangle of bodies on Paige's bed.

"We don't have time for this," Piper said briskly, finally extracting herself from the rest of her family with the aid of the headboard. "We've got to get upstairs to the Book of Shadows and get the vanquish before—" Piper was cut off by a sudden wave of familiar nausea. She clutched at her head, reeling backwards so much that she nearly fell off the other side of the bed.

"Too late," Chris said grimly. Leo and Kaden had appeared in the doorway. Comfortingly for the exhausted witch-whitelighter, neither of their eyes were glowing the green that mirrored his own eyes. He wasn't entirely sure how much more essence/power sucking he could take for a day. "Hold on." Reaching out, he felt Phoebe grab his arm. He looked around. Paige's eyes were rolled back inside her head, and her breath was coming in slow, deep pants. Piper's knuckles were white on the headboard as she struggled to hold herself up. Knowing that it would be mere seconds before the draining power started affecting his foetus he grabbed his mother's sleeve just as Phoebe took Paige's hand and orbed the entire group into the attic.

Phoebe immediately crossed the room to look in the Book of Shadows. She picked it up from the floor where it had been left after Chris had been captured and began frantically looking through it, nearly tearing more than one page. Suddenly, the parchment sprang to life and began flipping on its own, a blur of information until it stopped at the page they needed. Phoebe's eyes shot over the text, reading faster than they ever had in their life. Her lips moved quickly as she recited the vanquishing spell under her breath over and over, committing it to memory.

"It's Power of Three, right?" Chris panted. He felt sick. He wanted to just curl up and sleep for a year. Or just die. He couldn't decide which would be the better option right now.

"Yeah," Phoebe said breathlessly, still reading the spell to herself.

"How are we going to get to the demons?" Paige asked, recovering enough to stand. "I mean, they're shrunk and under the bed. Are we gonna have to shrink ourselves again?"

"No way," Phoebe said immediately, glancing up at her half-sister. "I only just got back to normal size. That is not going to happen."

"Can you think of a better idea?" There were footfalls on the stairs and Paige spun, looking fearfully at the doorway.

"Move the bed?" Chris suggested. "Expose them then do it?"

"It's worth a shot," Piper said. "Paige, let's get down there. Phoebe, have you got the spell?"

The middle sister only nodded affirmatively, the words buzzing around inside of her skull. This needed to be over. This needed to be over now.

"Let's do this thing," Paige said, orbing them from the room.

As they reappeared in the bedroom, Paige immediately gestured at the bed, encasing it in a cloud of orbs and whisking it to the other side of the room almost carelessly, knocking into her dressing table and overturning her mirror and everything on it. In the dust and debris that the bed no longer hid, they could see a flurry of scurrying movements. Piper flicked her wrists, freezing them melee.

"Demons punished long ago,
This spell will stop you causing woe.
With these words and with our cries
We blind forever, your draining eyes."

Piper and Paige picked up the chant, slipping their hands into Phoebe's as they did so. Their voices rose in pitch until demons started going up like miniature fireworks all over the carpet, sent down to the Wasteland in a pillar of flames. When they were finally all gone, a collective sigh of relief shuddered through the room, the sudden silence seeming deafening.

The wind blew in through the open window, gently fanning them with cool air and blowing the curtain into the room. It was the last thing Chris felt before dropping to the carpet completely unconscious.

Don't Look Under the Bed

The drone of the vacuum cleaner completely blocked any sound of Chris entering the room so that, when Paige glanced up for a second and saw he nephew, she screamed and jumped. Calming down, the Charmed One glared at him before punching the 'Off' button and straightening up, locking the machine back into upright position.

"Are you feeling better now?" she asked.

Chris smiled, leaning against the doorframe. "Oddly, now my various wounds are healed, yeah. What are you doing?"

"Cleaning," Paige duhed, pulling a face. "What's the matter? Never seen your aunt clean?"

"Do you want a truthful answer?"

Mock-outraged, she snatched up the duster from her nightstand and threw it at him. There were two bin liners by the door. One she was filling up with any piece of rubbish that she could fine in the room. The other was for stuff that she was going to drop off at Goodwill tomorrow. After the entire day's incident had been sparked by her lack of tidiness, she had made a resolution to clean and declutter — especially under her bed — as often as possible. Now, she was vacuuming the rug where her bed at been, ensnaring dust bunnies in the Hoover determinedly.

"We sent Kaden home."

"He's got a home?"

Chris sighed, his face falling. "His mom was a witch. The demons got to her and killed her for her powers. He's still got his mortal father, though. That, and he doesn't seem to have any witchy blood in him, otherwise the demons wouldn't have been able to possess him, so that makes everything a lot easier too, in a way. His dad had been at work and he'd come home to an empty house and a dead wife. He was distraught and panicked. You should have seen his face when he found that his son was alive and well."

"Speaking of sons… How are things between you and Leo?"

Chris twisted his mouth into a grimace. He should have known that Paige would go straight for the million dollar, killer question. That was just her nature. "Strained," he said simply. "But that's no fault of his, I guess. He's trying. It's my fault. It's just kind of hard. I'd just about started to deal with him and suddenly he's beaten me into a coma. It's not my idea of father-son bonding."

"You'd rather have gone fishing?" Paige asked with a smirk. Her bed was still where she had orbed it and she sat down on the edge of it.

"God no," Chris said immediately. "Ugh. Fishing? No… Not fishing. Something with a little more action than that marvellous endeavour. However, I would have preferred it to be something with a little less action than tossing me into a wall and trying to kill me…"

"Those things are so interlinked I'm not sure there's a balanced middle-ground," Paige said, unable to suppress the smile that gave away the fact that she was joking.

"Do you need a hand?"

Paige groaned, flopping backwards onto her bed. "I'd nearly forgotten. No, I don't need a hand. I need to curl up and sleep, that's what I need."

"Well, there is a way that's a lot faster than the mortal way…" Chris said slowly.

His aunt took the bait immediately. "You know, if I'm cleaning and don't sleep, there will be innocents lost, right? I mean, if I can't focus then someone's gonna die…"

"Right. So you wouldn't be doing it for yourself, per se, you'd be doing it for the good of the worldas a whole. So, when you look at it that way you can't risk not doing the spell, right?"

"Oooh, I like it." She paused, sitting up and cocking an eyebrow at him. "You are far too good at finding loopholes like this, mister," she said, trying her hardest to hit 'stern'. "Just how often do you abuse the personal gain rule in the future?"

"Oooh, future consequences… I don't know if I can tell you that…"

"What consequences?" Paige asked, pulling a face.

"The consequence of my mother grounding me from birth," Chris said, moving forwards into the room. "And that is not a joke. I have absolute faith in her power to do it."

"Yeah, me too. So…"

"So you won't tell her if I won't?" Chris guessed, breaking into a grin identical to the one on Paige's face.

"We are so bad, aren't we?"

"What rebels we are," Chris agreed. "I call dibs on the second and fourth lines, by the way."

"Why?"

"Because, if I don't say the first line, I didn't initiate it and the smiting will not fall upon me."

Paige cocked an eyebrow at him. "Sneaky, sneaky. You've forgotten, though, about the smiting that will fall upon you should Piper find out…"

"Blackmail?" Chris asked. "That's low."

Paige cocked her head. "I'm not sure — Did you expect anything less from your favourite aunt?"

Chris grinned. "Fine. Together or not at all."

"In it to the end," Paige agreed.

"Let the object of objection,
Become but a dream,
As I cause the seen,
To be unseen."

Swirling white lights drifted through the room languidly, gently sweeping away the dirt and mess. Paige shrieked slightly as a carpet of them swept the bed back into its old place and set it down. The orbs convalesced into one in the centre of the ceiling before bursting outwards in a glimmering display of brilliance and showering to the floor, slowly fading from view leaving an immaculate bedroom behind them.

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