Aurelia knocked on the door, a wide smile on her lips as she waved politely at the Halliwell's neighbors; the door swung open, revealing an awkwardly smiling Paige. "Lia, hey. . . What're you doing here?"

"We were supposed to have lunch, remember?" She smiled, before her eyes drifted over the woman's shoulder and into the home; her gaze landed on three nasty scratches on Chris' neck, causing her to widen her eyes, before rushing into the home. "Holy shit, are you okay?!" She exclaimed, causing Piper and Chris to spin toward her. They immediately hid the Book of Shadows from her sight, sending Paige subtle glares as the pink haired teen attempted to get a better look at the wound.

"Hey, hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Chris exclaimed, taking a step back from the girl. "What're you even doing here?"

"I was meeting up with Paige, like we planned, and now I'm trying to help you, jackass." She spoke, "Now, come on, let me see that!"

"No! Get out!" He exclaimed, backing away from the girl once more.

She dropped her hands to her side, glaring at the man, before turning to Paige. "What the hell happened?"

"I don't know." She shrugged, but her friend didn't buy it, and she knew that. "I'm sorry, I can't tell you. Maybe we can try lunch again, tomorrow?"

Aurelia frowned, her gaze softening at the genuinely apologetic tone her friend held. She look briefly to Piper, then to Chris; he quickly looked to his shoes, avoiding eye contact with the waitress at all costs. She somehow wasn't used to the secrets that they kept from her, and she only nodded before walking past Paige and back toward the door.

Just as she was about to leave, she turned for a moment. "Just. . . keep me updated, ok? I kinda don't wanna lose someone else. . . even if that person is a pain in the ass."

Paige nodded, sending her childhood friend a small smile, before watching her slam the door behind her. The brunette sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she turned to face her sister and nephew. "I hate keeping her in the dark."

"Yeah, well, you have to. To avoid any further exposure."

"And to keep her safe," Piper chimed, furrowing her brows. "Paige, I don't like keeping her in the dark, either, she's an amazing girl, but we can't risk someone else dying because of us."

"I know," the woman sighed. "It's just that, I just got her back, I don't want all of the secrets to drive her off, y'know?"

"Considering you're the only form of family she has," Chris began, "I don't think you have to worry about that."

Paige looked to him, sparks of confusion in her eyes. "She told you?" He just nodded, causing the woman to widen her eyes slightly; "She must trust you, she didn't even tell me about the whole foster care thing until the week before she moved to New York."

...

The pink haired girl sighed, throwing herself onto her couch; her mind went back to that morning, with Chris and the Tarot cards. He was actually being tolerable, so what changed? Yeah, he was injured, but one would think that he'd accept help gratefully.

What the hell were the Halliwell sisters hiding?

A knock sounded at her apartment door, causing her to furrow her brows as she grabbed a switchblade from her end-table and leant her back against the door; she wasn't dumb enough to look through the peephole.

"Who is it?"

"Lia! It's me, Paige."

She took a deep breath, slowly unlocking her door and revealing a distressed looking Paige Matthews. "Hey, I, uh. . . I need your help."

"With what? Scheduling a different day for lunch. . . again?" She sassed, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared challengingly at the brunette, "Yeah, I'll pass."

"It's Chris."

"What about him? Is he okay?" She asked, whipping her head back toward her childhood friend. "Did his injury get worse?"

"Kind of. He's. . ." she hesitated, ". . .in a weird state of shock. He's attacking almost everyone, we had to lock him in the basement to prevent him from-"

"Why didn't you take him to a hospital?" The pink haired teen asked, hurriedly tossing her hot pink hair into a high messy bun; she snatched her backpack from the end-table, zipping her boots up as fast as she could as she spun back toward her friend. "What do you need me for?"

Paige sighed, "We think you're the only one he won't attack. . ."

"Why the hell would you think that?"

"Because he's attacked everyone else! You're our last option." Paige grabbed her hand, pulling her from her apartment. She let her lock the door, before pulling the teen down the stairs and toward her car; God, she wished she could orb.

...

"Phoebe!" She exclaimed, running toward the brunette. "Where's Chris?"

"He's in the basement." The woman looked to her sister, "I don't think this is a good idea, Paige. What if-"

"Trust me," the red-lipped woman sighed, "he will not attack her."

Without another word of objection from either woman, Paige ushered her into the basement door. Aurelia hated that she'd had her knife hooked onto the cuff of her jacket, but she's witnessed violent fits of shock, before. "Chris?" She called out, her tone calm, "Hey, Shaggy, it's me. . ."

"Freckles?" He asked, his knees pulled up to his chest in pain as his jade green eyes tried focusing on her dimly illuminated figure. "What're you - You need to get out of here."

"No," she replied, her tone firm. "Look, I know that you guys aren't going to tell me what happened, but I'm still not gonna just sit by and watch you, I don't know, lose your goddamn mind."

The brunette went to object once more, but he didn't have the strength to keep arguing with her. He released a pained groan, throwing his head back onto his knees as the nineteen year old crept closer to his swaying figure.

She slowly sat down, maybe five feet away from him, and crossed her legs. She didn't really care about whether or not Paige was wrong, she hadn't had much to lose if he did go ape shit on her, anyways; she just wanted to be there for him. She didn't want him to be alone, something she'd wished someone had done for her.