Li'l bit of info: I'm Chris assuming wasn't lying in Oh My Godess, so no Paige in this story. Phoebe's husband can be whoever you wish it to be. I could use a beta, so all mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: I own nothign except for Val, Myra and Derek. the rest belong to the creators of Charmed. No copywrite infringement is intended.
Note: This is kind of like...an experiment, it ISN'T very long, I know, it is however the first in a series type thing, so if you like it please do tell, I'm not going toput up a whole little series of bad one-shots. that would be embarassing.
At the age of five, Chris's view of what a family should be was pretty straight forward. He had a mother, a father, a brother, an aunt and uncle and two cousins. They were all one, big happy family just like they should be, simple as that.
By the age of eight, the lines had blurred. He didn't have a father, and had learned that he didn't need one to have a family. He learned he only needed one cousin, but would have preferred two, and he learned that sometimes people leave even when they're still there, just like aunt Phoebe.
On his fourteenth birthday, all of Chris's family disappeared, all except Wyatt, but even he was leaving. Fading away like a ghost into the night, too far away to touch, but close enough to feel. Aunt Phoebe was still there, just as quiet and broken as she had been for years. But at least she stayed.
When he was eighteen, he realised he had a huge family. They weren't related, or happy, but they loved each other, and they protected each other, they died for each other. They died every day, sickness, demons and Wyatt taking them away, ripping them from Chris's arms as he clung to them desperately, not wanting to be alone.
As he stepped through the time portal at twenty one, walking away from a woman he only sort of loved, he knew, as if the blue triquetra had told him the answer, that he'd had a family all along. He had three aunts, and two cousins, and a mother and a father, and Val and Myra and Derek and the Resistance again, even if he couldn't see them. Because family is family, even when they leave our plane.
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Thank you for reading.
No flames, it's tasteless. ConCrit is appreciated, and any and all appropriate comments are excellent.
