Chapter 3

Victor sighed as he jogged downstairs into his daughters club.

None of his daughters were answering their phones and he had swung by the manor and the Bay Mirror where Phoebe worked and was rewarded with nothing.

"Hey Tom," Victor greeted the bartender who set down the glass he was currently cleaning and walked over, throwing the drying towel over his shoulder, "my girls haven't been in have they?"

Tom shook his head, "haven't seen'em, but Piper should be in in a few hours to help with the set up for the band tonight."

Victor wet his lips, pulling out his phone to check for missed calls, "they're not answering their phones... Do you have any idea at all where they might be?"

Tom shook his head again before jerking a thumb towards the closed storage room door, "you could try asking Chris, he might know."

"Chris?" Victor raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Yeah, he's a friend of the sisters, Piper's letting him bunk in the club since he apparently has no where else to stay," the bartender explained, glancing at the poster covered door then back to the older man.

"Alright, thanks," Victor headed over the storage door, unsure of what to expect as he raised a hand to knock on the door.

It seemed to take forever before there was the sound of the door unlocking though it didn't actually open and Victor turned the knob cautiously before poking his head in.

He was honestly surprised to find a young man no older then twenty- three leaning against a half covered table, arms folded across his hoodie covered chest, and Victor knew instantly the pose was all a show.

The young mans sweat beaded forehead and the clenched-from-pain hands gave him away instantly.

"Are you Chris?"

"Who want's to know?"

"I'm Victor... the sisters father..." Victor started, only to have the young man cut him off.

"I know who you are," Chris pushed away from the table and somewhat stumbled towards the couch, reaching a hand out to steady himself as he half fell on the couch, he took a few steadying breathes before turning to look at the older man standing in the doorway, "why are you here?"

"Um... are you alright?" Victor glanced back towards the bar then slid inside the room, closing the door behind him.

"I'm fine, why are you here?" Chris gave him a somewhat annoyed look, which Victor would have taken more seriously if it hadn't been for the young mans current state.

"I was looking for my daughters actually, Tom said you were the one to ask," Victor replied, fidgeting slightly, "so here I am."

"And they're not at the manor?"

Victor shook his head.

"Have you tried calling them?"

Victor sighed, "I have, multiple times... no answers."

"Alright, I'll find them, it shouldn't be that hard, I'm their White Lighter after all," Chris struggled to his feet, swaying once he got there before letting out a groan, arms clenching around his stomach as he started to collapse forward, his face contorting in pain.

Victor quickly lunged forward with a curse, not even bothering to think about what happened to Leo as he caught the sick younger man and lowered him gently back on to the couch, "White Lighter or not, you're obviously sick... you need to rest."

Chris let out a somewhat forced laugh, sitting hunched over with his head slightly hung, " I don't have time to rest, the sisters are possibly missing and it's my job to keep them safe."

"Well I'm sure they can look after themselves, they're strong," Victor stood and tapped a hand on the White Lighters shoulder, "now c'mon, lay down, you need to rest."

When Chris didn't move, Victor pushed him down, grabbing the brunettes legs and lifting them onto the couch, pulling the blanket off the back of the couch to cover him.

"This is typical you," it came out as a mutter and was followed by a coughing fit that had Chris rolling onto his side, curling up slightly, and Victor reaching over, after a brief, somewhat awkward pause, to rub his back.

"What's that supposed to mean? This is the first time we've met," Victor asked, slightly confused as Chris slowly got his breathing under control and straightened out slightly, Victor leaning back to sit on the edge of the coffee table.

"Forget about it... Phoebe's calling me, I need to go," still trying not to cough, Chris started to push himself up, only to have Victor pushing him back down.

"You're not going anywhere, you're staying right here and resting," Victor stated, "just tell me where the sisters are and I'll go get them myself."

"They're in the alley next to Kylie's Diner, they..." Chris suddenly cut himself off, curling up completely, breath leaving his chest in hitching gasps, eyes squeezed shut.

Victor instantly moved forward, "Chris, are you alright? Talk to me."

"Hurts..." Chris finally ground out, though it came out as more of a whimper.

"Just breath... I'm sure it'll pass," Victor tried to keep his tone soothing and hopeful, though, at the moment, he felt totally helpless, "maybe I should call for Paige."

"No!" the young White Lighters eyes snapped open, and a look of pained panic on his sweat stained face as he reached out and grabbed the older mans wrist, "you can't... please don't..." Chris suddenly seemed to sag into the couch, his breathing evening out slightly, his eye lids drooping, "they can't know..." his breath hitched in what Victor thought was a stifled sob, "You can't tell them..."

"Tell them what? Chris?" Victor twisted his wrist free of the young mans grasp and took hold of the white lighters hand, Chris's other hand pressed to his face in an attempt to stop unwanted tears, "I can't tell them what, Chris?"

Chris moved his hand from his eyes and stared at him, his eyes somewhat hazy...

"You can't tell them that I'm dying."

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OH SNAP! XD I actually started writing this back in... well... like, a week after I posted chapter 2 (: and I just finished it now :D hope you enjoy! REVIEWREVIEWREVIEW PEOPLE!... Pleases.