Disclaimer: Posted in first chapter. Also, I do not and will never own the movie Titanic, which belongs to James Cameron and Fox or whoever. I dunno.

A/N (1): I would love to thank the following people for reviewing the first chapter: charmedtomeetyou (who was the first person to review), chattypandagurl, and Queen Isa. The three of you have made my day. And thank you to all those who have been reading this so far, even if you haven't reviewed. At least you took some time out of your day to read my story.

A/N (2): Like I said at the end of "Reading Chris' Letter," I hadn't seen the episode "Chris Crossed" in ages, so I completely forgot about the sisters finding the engagement ring in Chris' pocket. Well, since this is the magical world of fan fiction, let's just forget that part ever happened, hmm? Anyway, thanks to chattypandagurl for reminding me of it.

Story Title: Discussing Chris' Letter

Chapter Title: The Family Hour

Author: Grey Daze's Nirvana

Status: 2/3 (not including the epilogue)

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Chris sighed for the umpteenth time; this was really getting him nowhere. Here he was, watching Titanic (of all the movies!), while he could be out searching for whomever it is that turns Wyatt evil. But noooo! Paige had to insist that they start a family movie night, and conveniently (to her, anyway) chose the mawkish movie because, she claimed, Leo had 'the cutest tushy ever!' Although, secretly, she chose said movie in an attempt to soften our dear unsuspecting Chris, making him more susceptible to her "lets talk about Bianca" chats.

But already less than an hour into Titanic, Chris was having trouble keeping his attention focused. He looked at the screen, where currently some hoop-dee-doo, attention-starved redhead was, in Chris' point of view, pretending to attempt suicide by jumping off some railings. (Didn't I mention she as attention-starved?)

"How cold?" the girl from the movie asked.

"Freezing," Mr. Cute Tush answered. "Maybe a couple degrees over. You ever been to Wisconsin? They have some of the coldest winters around. I grew up there, near Chippewa Falls. Me and my dad would go ice fishing. Ice fishing is where you--"

"I know what ice fishing is!" she answered back. Psht! Yeah, right!

"Sorry," Mr. Glorious Rump apologized. "You just seemed like kind of an indoor girl. Anyway, I fell through some thin ice and I'm telling ya, water that cold, like right down there," he motioned downward with his head, "it hits you like a thousand knives stabbing you all over your body. You can't breathe. You can't think. At least not about anything but the pain."

At this point, Chris had enough with Señor Exquisite Fanny. Ugh! What the hell did he know of pain? Ooh, poor baby! Feel into some nippy waters and felt pain! Yeah, right. 'Cause that's so much worse than living under the evil rule of an evil tyrant who just so happened to be one of the most powerful beings on the planet! Yup, it sure is.

"…Which is why I'm not lookin' forward to jumping in there after you," continued the scruffy shlub. "But like I said, I don't have a choice. I guess I'm kinda hoping you'll come back over the railing and get me off the hook."

Chris just rolled his eyes, and without so much as a word, got up from the couch, proceeded up the stairs, and was already halfway to the second floor when Paige ran to catch up.

"Wait!" exclaimed Paige. "Where are you going? The movie's just started!" Chris could hear the slight panic in her voice, but chose to ignore it.

"Yeah, so? Tell me how many times you've seen the damn movie. Trust me; it's not much to see the first time," Chris held up his thumb, "not much to see the second time," and now his index finger, "and Titanic 2 isn't all that different. So with that in mind, I have actual important things to do, such as save the world, which would require me not to sit on my ass!" And before Paige could respond, Chris was already at the top of the stairs.

She sighed. This was really getting her nowhere.

"Okay, what was that about?"

Paige, having been startled, gasped and quickly turned around to come face-to-face with her empathetic sister, Phoebe.

"Um, nothing. I just thought he would really enjoy the movie. You know, soften him-- I-I mean, break down those emotional barriers he has put up in the recesses of his mind," she said passionately (at this, Phoebe raised both eyebrows), "and… you know, open up to the magical… world of love…." Okay, not even Paige herself could believe the load of crap that had just spewed out of her own mouth. "Okay! So I found out he was in love and--"

"Wait! What!"

"Yep, that's right: our good ol' amigo Chris, Mr. I-Don't-Give-a-Crap, Mr. Even-C3PO-Was-a-More-Emotional- Robot, Mr. --"

"Okay! Paige! I get it. Now what's this you were saying about Chris being in love?"

"Wait-- Chris is in love?" interrupted Piper. Apparently, she had overheard the commotion and decided to check it out. Both sisters looked at her. "You mean, Mr. I-Gotta-Save-the-World-So-There's-No-Time-to-Be-Human? Mr.--?"

"Okay! We get it!" both girls exclaimed.

"Anyway," continued Paige, "I have written proof that not only has our Chris been in love, but that he was also-- ahem-- engaged!"

At this, both Phoebe and Piper's eyes grew in shock, although for different reasons. Phoebe knew she had misplaced Chris' letter, but she had assumed that she had just lost on the way to work, or maybe just in the street somewhere.

"Wait, how did you know that?" wondered Phoebe.

"Wait, why wouldn't he tell us that?" wondered Piper.

"Wait, why aren't you shocked?" wondered Paige.

"Because I read the letter too!" said Phoebe.

"Wait, what letter?"

"Not now, Piper. Paige, where did you get the letter?"

"How'd you know about the letter?"

"I just told you, Paige! I read it! Now answer me. Where did you get the letter?"

"I think it may have fallen out of your pocket when we were cleaning P3 that one day."

Phoebe crossed her arms. "Paige, that was a over month ago! Why are you bringing this up just now?"

"Well, because…." She sighed, then looked around. "Wait, where'd Piper go?"

Both girls turned their heads and noticed that Piper was nowhere to be seen. They both just walked to the foot of the stairs and looked up, wondering if Piper had gone upstairs to talk to Chris.

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"Chris, are you okay?" Piper asked quietly as she entered the attic. Chris didn't even look up to acknowledge her presence, but she knew that Chris knew she was there by the way he tensed for only a second before resuming his thumbing through the book.

Piper, for the life of her, didn't know what led her up the stairs to ask Chris how he was feeling. She couldn't describe why, but for some reason she felt herself softening up when it came to their laconic Whitelighter.

"Chris, I-- we know about your engagement." Piper noticed that he tensed even more. "Why didn't you tell us?"

Finally, Chris looked away from the book and straight into her eyes. "I'm sorry. How's than any of your business again?" he asked sweetly, although Piper automatically knew he was being unnecessarily sarcastic.

"Look, Chris, I know this may be hard for you to believe, but we do care about you. You can tell us anything."

Chris' response was simply to resume his reading. Piper took a few steps forward (for she had remained at the door the whole time), and continued.

"Chris, please, you can tell us anything. You can tell me anything," she said in her best motherly voice, although why Piper had the sudden urge to be so motherly to the guy was well beyond her.

Chris quickly looked up. "I…." He then looked away, and Piper noticed how hard he was trying to hide his tears from her. So she did was her instincts told her: she walked up to him and hugged him.

Chris, if possible, tensed up even more than what he already was, but after a few quiet moments, gave in and hugged her back.

And this was the scene that the sisters-- and Leo (no, not Monsieur Handsome Heiney)-- walked in on.

"What the hell is going on!" Leo bellowed. He then ran up to the two and managed to successfully pry them apart.

"Leo, what's going on! What the hell do you think you're doing!" Piper exclaimed.

"Not letting the man be all over you like that, that's what!"

"Leo, that's not what was happening! I was only trying to comfort the guy. He--"

"I don't care, Piper! I don't trust him and I don't want him being like that with you!"

"What do you care! We're not even together anymore, Leo! You have to learn to--"

Phoebe took a quiet step forward. "Um, guys?"

"What!" both turned their heads to her and asked.

"Where'd Chris go?"

Everyone fell to an immediate silence and looked around the room, only to find that Chris was nowhere to be seen.

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Atop the Golden Gate Bridge sat a lonely, heartbroken Whitelighter, contemplating over the fact that not only Leo would for now on really hate his guts, but the mother/son moment that he didn't even know he craved was ruined.

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A/N: Aww! So sad! Well, I really hope you liked this chapter. It didn't take me as long as it should (you know, so it would be better), but that's mainly because I already had some kind of idea as to how I wanted it to play out. But be happy, people! I actually wrote 1,412 words this time! That's barely just under four times what I wrote last time, which was 365 words. Eep! Anyway, this was my first attempt at slight humor, so if and when (wink-wink) you decide to review, please tell me what you thought of it. I usually write angsty fics, so humor is definitely not my forté.

Ugh, isn't writer's block the worst? Well, let me tell you, it sucks. So yeah... Just keep in mind that work has been really hectic for me lately. And if anyone has any ideas for chapter three, feel free to email me! My e-mail is: karmakiller20 (at) yahoo . com

Oh, and chattypandagurl, you were right; I have no idea where that came from. Paige would probably not say that, huh? Well, thankfully, you brought it to my attention and I've changed it, see?

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