*Sorry for not updating sooner, I sort of forgot where I was taking Piper and Paige's conversation. This chapter is back in Piper's point of view. Also, I don't really know the whole Paris/San Francisco time difference, and it works better for my story if that doesn't exist, so just pretend with me on this. I don't own anything.

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HollyShannenForever: thanks for the review. I'm glad you liked Paige's POV, that probably won't be the last time her POV is used. (Actually, I hope to write something in Leo's POV one of these days...)

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(Piper's POV)

I woke up, the satin bed sheets of the hotel room still wrapped tightly around me, reminding me that last night with Mark wasn't a dream. I stretched my arms and instead of finding the warmth of my husband, all I found was a piece of paper. I picked it up. It was a note written by Mark. It said that a charge needed him and that he would just meet me back in San Francisco. I sighed and got up from the bed. Looking around the room, I noticed that Mark's stuff was gone. He must have packed up his belongings before he left. I sighed again and made my way over to the bathroom for a nice long shower hoping that it would help to clear my head.

I had just stepped into the shower, when I heard someone call for me. I sighed for the third time that morning and quickly switched off the water and threw on some clothes. I decided that I would come back for my things and I orbed off.

I was shocked by who was calling for me. It was Paige. I had orbed off to the Manor. I was afraid that I would be greeted by every sister, so that they could each have their chance to yell at me for what happened with Leo. Luckily, it was just Paige. At first, she seemed shocked that I had actually appeared just by her calling my name. I looked at her with concern. "What's wrong Paige, is there a demon or another magical problem?" She paused before replying. "Err, no, it's um. It's Leo," she replied. I felt as my face lost all of its color. 'Oh no, something happened to him.' I thought to myself already thinking the worst, that he died or was kidnapped or something as equally horrible that I wasn't thinking of. "What happened to Leo?" I asked timidly.

She must have sensed my timidness. "Nothing, it's just I need for you to tell me everything that happened to you yesterday. Please so that I can help him." I inwardly sighed in relief. "Look, Paige." I started. Before I could even continue, her face switched to rage and she started to yell. "DO NOT EVEN START! YOU DID SOMETHING TO HIM THAT HURT HIM REALLY BADLY AND NOW YOU NEED TO TELL ME SO THAT I CAN FIX THIS, FIX HIM." I sighed. I was prepared for something like this to happen. However, I was not expecting all this yelling this early in the morning. Already feeling a headache coming on, I turned to her and nicely replied, "Alright fine, but no more yelling." I saw her nod, encouraging me to continue.

I paused, trying to gather my thoughts. I turned my attention to her. "When is everyone coming back?" I asked, so that I wasn't bombarded by her other family members. "Um, in a couple of hours." I nodded, grateful that she had stopped yelling. I think that I had a mini hangover, from all the wine that I drank last night, which was why I had a headache. Added to her mini outburst, it was no wonder I felt this way. I just needed some coffee and I would begin to feel better. She looked at me. "Piper, is everything okay," "Yeah, I think I had a little too much wine at dinner. I just have a tiny headache." I replied. She laughed a little, "Why don't I make you some coffee and we'll go sit down on the couches." I nodded and made my way over to the couch.

Five minutes later, Paige had come back with the coffee. She sat across from me after giving me my mug. I smiled at her. "What exactly do you want me to say, Paige?" "Just, tell me what happened I guess. I mean why did you leave so quickly yesterday?" "I, um.." I paused was I really going to tell her what happened. I mean sure it was just a kiss, wasn't it? But obviously, there was more to that or else it wouldn't have effected me or Leo the way that it had, and I would still be in Paris. I looked at the floor, afraid that I wouldn't have been able to tell her if I was looking at her.

"Uh, we kissed and I freaked out and ran out of here." I finally replied. "It was only a kiss. I thought you did something else to him, considering the way he acted this morning." She said. I was confused considering I had no idea how he acted. I looked her for clarification, but she shrugged it off. I paused before continuing our conversations. "It's complicated." I finally said.

"Don't give me that." She replied while shaking her head, the anger from before still present in her voice. "I'm still married." She didn't reply right away.

"Then why did you kiss him." She asked me after a few moments. I paused. Everything I said to her, would affect our new friendship. "He kissed me." I finally whispered. At this point, I had stood and turned away from her. I could no longer take her staring. "You need to talk to him" She replied, much calm then before. "I can't. Like I said, it's complicated." I replied softly.

"All you've done is complicate all of our lives Piper." "I know. I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen." "If you're not going to talk to him, than you should just leave our lives." "I know, but I cant. You're still my charges. I still need to protect and guide you." "If you're here to guide us like you say you are, then why hide in the shadows. Why not fight alongside us. Or better yet, why do you have to keep your identity a secret. It's not like we couldn't handle it." I paused. She did have a point. I knew that my charges could handle my secret, but I wasn't still allowed to tell them anything. "If you have nothing to say, please leave." Paige said after a few minutes. I nodded and orbed out.

I decided that it was best if I left the Warrens alone after my chat with Paige, at least personally. I would go and assist them if they needed me with their magical problems, but luckily for me my help was not needed and I was able to move on with my life. I was also pretty confident that Paige had told her sisters about our little chat, because neither Phoebe nor Prue tried to contact me.

Before I knew it, the days turned into weeks and enough time had finally passed before it was finally time for my mission. But first I had to get through my anniversary. I was actually dreading this one. Mostly because I no longer knew where I stood with my husband. I wish that I could tell you that after our little talk, and our mini vacation in Paris, that our relationship was better and that we had worked out all of our problems. We hadn't. It was almost as if our little chat was a way for my husband to get me into bed. Because that's all that had come from it. I wish that I wasn't so easy. That small romantic gestures didn't win me over so easily.

I sighed as I sat up in my bed. I needed to get ready for my trip. I was leaving tomorrow and I had to go over a few of the last minute details with the Elders and the other whitelighters I was going with. I looked at my husband's side of the bed. It looked like it hadn't been slept on in a while. I sighed but then noticed a single white rose on his dresser. I reached over and found a note. It was from Mark, promising to be there for dinner later tonight. I didn't really plan on it, since he kept standing me up. But maybe tonight would be different, because it was our anniversary.

I quickly got ready, orbed up to my meeting. The meeting went for a few hours and once it was over, I orbed back to my house in order to prepare dinner for Mark and myself. I was still not even fully confident that he was going to be there. But I had to try and make the effort. I owed him that much. I quickly prepared dinner, threw it in the oven and went upstairs to change. I threw on a black strapless dress and made my way back down the stairs. Once there, I set the table and lit some candles to set the mood.

Once everything was set and dinner was made, I began calling for my husband. He wasn't answering any of my calls. I called for him for two hours. I finally stopped calling for him and half an hour later, he finally showed up. He reeked of alcohol. I sighed. This wasn't the first time he had come home drunk. Normally, this only happened after he had lost a charge. Both anger and concern filled my heart. The anger won out.

"Where have you been? I've been calling you for over two hours. My dinner is cold, and you're drunk." "Piper, please. I can explain." "I'm waiting." He paused. After waiting for his response for over five minutes I looked up at him. "Well, what?" I impatiently asked. "I can't think of anything. Just a bad day at work." He replied. The anger began to rise in me once again. "A bad day at work, is not an excuse to come home drunk on our anniversary, no less. I would know. We are in the same line of work. I had a bad day too, but here I am still trying to make the effort." I yelled at him. He flinched at my tone of voice.

"I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I'll do better, I promise." He whispered before taking a step towards me. He tried to wrap me in a hug. I pulled away from him and walked over to the other side of the room. I was so angry. I wish I could just blow him up at that moment. It sure seemed like that would take care of all my problems. "When? You've been promising me that ever since Paris. Yet, that was three weeks ago. I still haven't seen any improvement. Sometimes I ask myself, why I even bother." I replied. "Yeah, well, sometimes, I regret marrying you. You are such a nag." He yelled back. As soon as he said it, I flinched. I held back the tears that came with his remark. In all the years we had been married, I had never been so hurt in my life. Those seven words stung in the back of my mind. I looked up at him and paused, thinking about what to say next.

After a few minutes, and releasing the tears I was holding back I replied, "Sometimes, I regret marrying you too. Happy Anniversary," and orbed away.