AN: Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! I cannot believe how long it has been since my last update! I really hope you people still remember my story well enough to want to read this chapter! Enjoy :P

"Andy Doll, I'd like you to meet someone very special, this is daddy, Chris." Darren walked over to a stunned Christopher and gave her to him. Chris enveloped her into a hug.

"Miranda… Oh Miranda, why didn't your mommy tell me?" He mumbled.

"Awe you weawy daddy? Mommy said you wewen't coming home…" Her big eyes stared at him in curiosity until he nodded.

"Ye-ah. I am, and I'm going to take care of you and love you and be there when you're scared…" He sniffled and held her close. Darren let a confused Phoebe and Paige in.

"Aunt Phoebe? Paige?" Chris' voice cracked in tears of joy as he turned to face them. Paige mouthed 'who…" and longed for answers in Phoebes elated expression.

"What's going on? I've never felt such a positive emotion from you," Phoebe's eyes gazed into his.

"Bian- I'm a- Miranda's my- She's my daughter." He got out. The blank sheered shocked look, on the sister's faces, were priceless.

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Leo quickly stood up in the middle of a San Francisco street and ran, expecting a car to zoom by. Instead, he found his blonde, twenty something year old son shouting in rage.

"Wyatt?" Leo asked, breaking Wyatt attention.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He growled. "You have no right to orb down from Up There and expect nothing to have changed, let alone speak to me."

"What? No, Wyatt, you don't und-"

"I don't want to understand! Just leave me to my kingdom and stop trying to tell me how to run it. You left us and I will never forget that."

"I'm-"

"I couldn't care who you are. I know you're my father. It haunts me everyday." Wyatt walked up directly in front of Leo in a threatening stance. "So unless you know where your other son is at the moment, get out."

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"You're a father?" Phoebe gaped. "C-congrats?"

"How old is she?" Paige asked with a big grin on her face.

"Two," Darren answered.

"And a half." Miranda corrected in her baby voice.

"How is she this old already?" Phoebe wondered. "You came back only two years ago."

"We jumped a few years in the timeline," Chris explained. "See because of the way time travel works-"

"I already have a little headache." Paige said, stopping him. Then an idea came to her. "Whoa, wait. You were 19 when you proposed to Bianca?"

"Now is not the time for lectures, Paige," Darren advised after he saw Chris blush. The redness vanished before he answered.

"Like I've said before, age is just a number. Maturity doesn't come with how long you've been alive, it's what you've done in those years." Chris spoke to Paige, but smiled to Miranda. He scrunched his face up as she tapped him on the nose.

"She's beautiful," Phoebe commented, not really paying attention to Chris and Paige's conversation.

"She looks like Bianca." Chris' eyes watered a bit. "Same lips, skin color, same hair line, same ears, the little things that I miss so much."

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"Wyatt!" Leo called after as his son as he orbed away in dark orbs. Fed up with what happened, he too orbed.

"Leo? What- I just saw you lea-" An Elder began.

"You need to help me, Gideon." Leo held a grasp through his line of vision upon Gideon's face.

"What is going on?" He looked side to side and then back at Leo. He grabbed his hand and Gideon orbed them to an empty room Up There. "Tell me."

"In my time, Wyatt's barely a toddler." Leo confessed. "Now he's 25 and destroying the world. I need to get home."

"Time travel is tricky, Leo. You have to be careful who you talk to and what you hear."

"I know, that's why I came to you. I know I can trust you." Leo sat on the mat that lay on the floor, surrounding a glass table looking down on the mortal world, crisscross and Gideon grabbed an old text book from the shelf. It read, Everything You Need to Know About Time Travel but were Afraid to Ask.

"The 'everything you need to know series' is very reliable." Gideon, too, sat down and placed the book on the surface. Leo felt the urge to activate the panel to show his son, but decided against it.

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"Hey, I put Miranda down for a nap with Cam." Darren re-entered the office, which now held the people from the past, including Chris. He was currently sitting on the floor with his head rested on his knees. Paige was leaning on the large and expensive looking desk in the center of the room, while Phoebe was sitting by Chris' side. "You okay?"

"How the fuck am I going to do this?" Chris looked up to his best friend for the answer. "I can't do this."

"Chris, yes you can." Darren stared at him. "Look, Cam is her godmother, you and her will figure something out."

"Taking care of her is something I want to do. It's the fact that when I fight, I have to come back. I'm no longer expendable. I can't run the Resistance and be a father at the same time. I don't how I'm going to do it. I want to be with her, but I have obligations. Balancing the two, I just don't know how I'm going to do it."

"Luckily, you don't have to. Focus on transitioning back to this life before you worry about anyone else, besides from Miranda. After you- after you died, or so we thought, I was elected leader." Darren explained. "You are welcome to take the job back when you're ready, but just know that you can take a breath. Relax for once."

"Relaxing doesn't really work for me, Dar. Thought you knew that, or do you not remember high school at all?" Phoebe and Paige felt excluded when they realized that they were missing out on something, especially when Chris and Darren both exchanged a sly smile. Darren shot out a hand for Chris to take as he stood up. "Paige, Phoebe, can you glamour yourselves back?"

"Yeah, no problem." Paige replied, transforming her and Phoebe back into the personas Chris had created.

"That is so cool." Darren was so captivated by the magic, that Chris had to snap him out of it. "Sorry,"

"Darren, is my room still mine?" Chris wondered in all honesty. "I mean I know you moved because of Wyatt, but usually we transfer magically, so…"

"Follow me." They exited the room, with most eyes glued on Chris. He couldn't blame them, of course, he'd technically been gone for three years.

On their way through HQ they noticed a severe amount of added construction to their old club. It was clearly modernized to the present day and there were multiple floors. It looked more like a multiplex or a hotel than the old building. The got in an all glass elevator, except for the stainless steel floor, and Chris put his hand up on the wall. The area around his hand glowed as the elevator went up two floors. They got out and made a left. Three doors down, Chris stopped. He touched the door and tapped in a code before the door moved back an inch and slid to the right.

"As the leader, it was my say in what to do with it. I couldn't bring myself to clean it out. For some reason, every time I passed it, it was like you died again." Darren informed with a heavy heart.

Chris walked into the place slowly. He brushed a hand over the wooden surface of a shelf above the dresser set deep in the right wall, looking at the picture of him and Bianca. He turned to face the rest of the room, not stopping for the bathroom immediately to his left. Beyond the wall blocking of the bathroom, which on the other side was a mass collection of books, the room was a complete square. There was an entire wall of window, which was oddly showing the San Francisco skyline as if it weren't in ruins. On the left wall, there was a four-poster bed and the side of a couch. Paige couldn't help but to notice that there were clothes on the floor. Phoebe on the other hand was completely at ends staring at a huge screen. It was five by seven, horizontal, and was on the opposite wall of the bed. The pictures, fuzzy rug through the entire floor, the little corner set up for witchcraft, and untidiness made the room feel as if it were currently in use. It was personalized to the Chris they didn't know, the one that wasn't constantly looking for demons that turned Wyatt.

"Welcome home." A voice from behind them made everyone jump. Chris' reflexes were good, but the person transported in a tiny gust of wind so fast made him feel slower than a sloth. He was soon trapped in her tight hug. He felt the teardrop fall on his shoulder. "I missed you, so much. Promise you won't ever leave me again."