Charmed House

A Charmed/Dollhouse Crossover

Author's Notes:

When 3 powerful witches are mind wiped and kept in the Dollhouse against their will, the place turns into a circus, literally!

I imagined this fic as a whole episode fit for a script, which is why I wrote it in dialogue form rather than the usual literary description. I wrote the lines based on my imagination of how the actors would play this madness on TV.

In this story I imagined the Demon to be a female demon who looks like Brooke Shields. I gave her the name "Erada" which is an Arabic word that means "Willpower".

Note: Please pay attention to character names when reading this story to know who is saying what and to avoid any mix up or confusion. And please comment and/or review.

Hope you enjoy :)

Chapter 1

Morning

San Francisco, California

1329 Prescott Street

The Halliwell Manor

The manor door opens, we here laughter as Paige walks in backwards holding a video camera. Phoebe following her very closely, wearing a red-nose and making faces at the camera. Piper and Leo walk in carrying bags and their two boys (2 year old Wyatt and baby Chris) holding balloons. Piper quickly rushes to the mirror, takes off a colorful curly wig and throws it to the floor.

Piper: "Ugh, Look at my hair! I knew I shouldn't have worn that stupid wig. Besides looking ridiculous, I got little gluey hairs all stuck on my scalp. Now I need another shower."

Leo (approaching her from behind): "Nonsense! You were the sexiest clown I've ever seen."

Piper: "Hey, watch it, buddy. I only wore it to make the boys laugh on camera."

Paige (still holding the camera): "Which gave the opposite effect."

Phoebe (wears the wig and the red-nose and poses in front of the camera): "How do I look?"

Paige: "Charming!"

Piper: "Can you imagine, with all the messy demon fighting that we do, one trip to Cirque Du Soleil is what ruins my hair?!"

Paige (shuts off the camera and places it on the center table): "You think your hair is ruined, try your self-esteem. All those stretchy, bendy, svelte women reminded me of what it is I hated about PE class."

Phoebe: "Oh come on, you two, stop whining. Think of how much fun the kids had. I almost peed my pants laughing when Wyatt set the magician's hat on fire!"

Piper (inhales): "Huh! That was Wyatt?! NO!"

Phoebe (laughing): "Yup! And the missing pigeons… that was him, too! Aren't you proud?!"

Paige nods enthusiastically with a big smile. Leo standing behind Piper signs to Phoebe to stop talking.

Piper (looking sharp at Leo): "Well, if daddy is around more often maybe they'll learn more manners."

Leo: "Come on, cut me some slack here. It's hard enough trying to balance being a white lighter, an elder, a father, a husband… not to mention magic school."

(Phoebe picks up the camera and starts shooting Piper and Leo's conversation.)

Piper: "I know how hard it is. But just a couple of hours a day for you to spend with your kids, is that too much to ask?"

Leo (embracing his wife): "Of course not, honey. I wish I could be here more for you guys, nothing would make me happier. But I am trying my best."

Piper: "Your best is not good enough."

(Phoebe focuses the camera lens and zooms on Leo's behind.)

Phoebe (in a low voice): "Oh, it's good enough, you're just not looking hard enough."

Leo: "Besides, Wyatt has witnessed and even caused enough magic around here that he probably realized that the magician's act was fake."

Piper: "Enough to think it was interactive? He tuned the man's hat into a chimney!"

(Phoebe breaks into laughter again.)

Paige (looking at her figure in the mirror): "Oh, he had it coming. He was too cocky. Anyone can make things disappear and then re-appear somewhere else. Even Wyatt! …Did my behind always look that big?"

Phoebe (focusing the camera on Paige's behind): "Yes it did."

Piper: "Phoebe!"

Phoebe: "What? She wants us to be honest, I'm just being honest. Maybe you need to lose some weight. A little diet wouldn't hurt."

Paige: "Do I need to exercise too?"

Meanwhile

Underworld

Black furniture, and black flowers decorating a wide spaced underground castle, lit with hundreds of red candles. A young, short male demon named Willie is talking to a tall beautiful female demon named Erada.

Willie: "Forgive my ever-so-annoying ignorance your highness, but how do you plan on getting the Charmed Ones' powers when all other demons before you have failed, including Barbas and Belthazor? You only have one power against the three of them, and it only works temporarily on witches."

Erada (female demon): "Do you think I'm as foolish as every other demon who so blindly tried to take the Charmed Ones on their own? Biggest mistake those demons made was thinking like demons, forgetting that the witches are human. If you want to beat humans, you have to think like humans."

Willie: "How do we do that?"

Erada: "We don't. We let humans do that for us. Exploitation and destruction among demons are mistakenly overrated. Humans are far better at it than we are but slower. All we have to do is speed up the process a bit!"

Willie: "Exploitation and destruction? How? Black magic?"

Erada: "Black science! Humans worship two gods: money and science. They break every moral law and push every limit in using their knowledge to control other humans and to make money. Don't you just love Capitalism?!"

Willie: "I don't understand."

Erada: "My plans to rule the underworld and lead it to gain control over humans are so simple, hindered only by the Charmed Ones. My power works on them for only a short period of time, not enough for me to seize their powers. Human technology will help me in expanding this period to 5 earthly years, which equals 50 years in our world. This technology not only has the capacity to strip the Charmed Ones off their powers, but to use them as little puppets to our advantage. And by the time they get their old lives back, I'd be queen of the underworld with enough power and allies to start a war on humans."

Willie: "But what kind of technology will strip the Charmed Ones off their powers?"

Erada smiles.

Late Afternoon

Dollhouse

Adelle's Office

Seated at her desk in the open spaced high-rise office overlooking Los Angeles, Adelle DeWitt observes the actions of her newly found golden-egg-laying geese on the monitor.

Adelle: "I believe you'd be happy to know that our new actives are enjoying their first day in Dollhouse bliss. The wiping process worked like a charm. As we've agreed, their powers have been ripped off and kept in a secret highly-protected gadget, to be imprinted and activated only under our command."

She then confidently smirks at the beautiful tall woman standing next to her while delicately sliding a piece of paper on her desk.

Adelle (continues): "Now it's time to seal the deal."

Dollhouse

Topher's Lab

Carefully monitoring the new actives on the screens, Topher Brinks, Boyd Langton and Paul Ballard are arguing the legitimacy and wisdom of Adelle's decision to recruit sisters who happen to be witches.

Topher: "She is wrong. I know that she's wrong. Yet she treats me wrong in defense of her wrong judgment. That's just wrong, man."

Boyd: "Don't get me wrong but… I think you're taking this a little too personally."

Topher: "Of course I'm taking it personally. It's my personal ass on the line here. Adelle is not getting it; dolls cannot… should not be related. This whole deal is against the Dollhouse policy."

Paul: "Why the hell did you let her go with it then? Why didn't you just explain?"

Topher: "I tried, but she's all caught up in her icy cold attitude, she wouldn't listen. Besides, do I need to remind you that she's the one wearing the pants around here?"

Paul: "No need. I can practically see you bouncing around in your tutu whenever she's in the room."

Topher: "Haha… very funny, big guy. If I'm not mistaken, you're the one who had been investigating the Dollhouse for two years, and the minute you walked in, she whipped you so hard you couldn't tell your ass from your elbow. So, instead of "saving" Echo and making sure you get her out of here, Adelle made it your job to make sure she stays. How very manly of you!"

Boyd (interrupts): "Back to our topic, please. The sisters… why is it against the policy for the actives to be related?"

Topher: "Because if one of them glitches the others will follow almost immediately."

Boyd: "And the 'glitching' is because of flaws in the technology or in your wipes?"

Topher: "The technology is perfect, and I know what I'm doing, thanks. It's them, dude. They are connected."

Boyd: "In neurons?"

Topher: "In memories. They're sisters, they have a bond, and one of them even brought her husband along! I mean come on... the four of them, volunteering… all cheerful? What's that about? I've never seen anyone so enthused while signing up before. … What are they?… The Brady Bunch?"

Boyd: "The Halliwells"

Topher: "Whatever! It's still wrong. It's three more Alphas just waiting to happen, I'm tellin' ya."

Topher catches Paul picking up a vintage book that was lying on the couch, bookmarked with four different Monopoly money currencies. Troubled at the intrusion, Topher yells at Paul.

Topher: "Please put the book back where you found it, exactly how you found it."

Paul: "Gulliver's Travels? What… your nerdy ass was too busy being bullied in Junior High that you didn't have time to read?"

Topher: "Well yes, tough guy! While your bulky ass was running around wrestling bullies, I was building a walking talking butt-kicking robot that could throw supersonic electric shockwaves at them and have their egos shrink to a size of a raisin. So, as you see, I didn't have time to read literature. Now put the book down."

Paul: "I thought science people hated literature; they consider it a waste of time."

Topher: "Science people do NOT hate literature; literature is art. Science is just a more realistic form of art. I'm just trying to keep a nice balance. Takes two hemispheres to make a brain. Everybody should know that, even yahoos like you."

Boyd: "Will you guys grow up for half a minute and focus on the real issue here? Not only do we have unauthorized recruits that will certainly piss off the suits, but a whole family that practices witchcraft walking among our actives. The question is: Are they a danger to other actives, most notably to Echo, who will be sharing the same sleeping pods chamber with them?"

Paul: "What do you care anyway?"

Boyd: "I was Echo's handler long before you were. I care."

Topher: (laughing) "You honestly believe that crap about them doing magic tricks?"

Paul: "Witchcraft is not magic tricks. It's serious business. From what Adelle said, those girls are capable of just about anything."

Topher: "Uhh… hello… the only magician here is me... look around you… it's a house full of magic… my magic!"

Paul: "Funny! I see a house full of toys and dolls."

Topher: "That's magic!"

Paul: "And when you're done shamelessly flaunting your magic wand, I'd like to know if Echo's in any danger."

Topher: "Ballard, Ballard… this is the twenty first century, try to catch up… the magic wand has been upgraded to a magic chair!"

Paul: "Still the same hocus-pocus that robs people off their senses."

Boyd: "Guys, they're not magicians, they're powerful witches."

Topher: "Witches?... you mean like The Wizard of Oz? haha… Don't worry; I've programmed them to tap their toes together and believe there's no place like Dollhouse."

Paul: "That's very funny."

Topher: "It is, isn't it?!"

Paul: "Are they dangerous?"

Topher: "They are wiped for crying out loud."

Paul: "Does that mean they have no memory of how to use their powers?"

Topher: "It means they have NO powers, period. The first wipe is always made to the brain, body, and electromagnetic field – also known as the 'aura'. The scans showed absolutely no difference in brain or body activity, they are normal human beings, just like you and me."

Paul: "Just me, nothing normal about you."

Topher: "How-ever… scans done on their aura showed something unusual… an essence that no other human I've seen possesses, which, arguably, could be their "magical powers". Now that essence has been ripped off and kept safe elsewhere."

Paul: "Ripped off as in wiped?"

Topher: "Ripped off as in cut and pasted on a gadget, a separate hard drive. Much like their original personalities. So… No magic for them. It is useless unless programmed to make use of it."

Paul: "No danger then?"

Topher: "The only danger here is the Wicked Witch of the House, and from where I stand, right now we are all under her mercy."

Paul: "If you think Adelle's so evil… What does that make you?"

Topher: (smiling) "The wonderful Wizard?!"

To Be Continued in chapter 2...