When I Look At You

by Uknonuthing

Miley observed a murder and has to pretend her own death. She lands in a "special witness protection program" with the Halliwell Family in San Francisco.

1. The Last Day Of My Life

Hey

So this is my first try to translate one of my fanfictions into English. I had a few friends searching for mistakes, but I don't think we found all.

Titel: When I Look At You

Fandom: Hannah Montana ( Charmed and Camp Rock (You should know Charmed and Camp Rock but you don't have to be an expert to understand the story))

Lenght: I don't know. I have ideas for about 25 Chapters so far...

Song: When I Look At You - Miley Cyrus

Banner: /1d8b0e

Plot: Miley observed a murder and has to pretend her own death. She lands in a "special witness protection program" with the Halliwell Family in San Francisco.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana, Camp Rock or Charmed.

Anyone who finds mistakes can keep and eat them. =)

Chapter 1: The Last Day Of My Life (Jesus on Extasy)

They always warned me,
Do not reach too high.
Cause if you fly too high,
You'll fall even deeper.
But I ignored all their warnings,
I got my wings and flew away to the sun.

Actually, it was just a normal day. The sun was laughing at Malibu when I went to school and the sky was cloudless. Even in school there was nothing worth mentioning happened. In the afternoon I gave an autograph session as Hannah Montana and presented my new song. Like every night, since two weeks ago, I went jogging. Then it happened, and it changed my whole life.

I ran along the beach. The sky was bathed in a deep orange and the endless vast of the Pacific also seemed on the horizon, not to end. It was a beautiful summer night and the summer holidays would begin in two weeks. After I had run a few miles, suddenly I heard screams. Helpful, curious and stupid as I was I followed to the source of the screams. And then I saw them, or rather him how he murdered her. Not far away from Rico's beach bar. Countless times pushed the approximately 1.80 meters tall man with black dreadlocks. Again and again he rammed the knife deep into her chest. As I stood there petrified, less than 10 meters away.

Suddenly the man stopped. He had noticed me. The Murderer stared at me and I stared back. The man shrugged, and it seemed as if he was wondering what to do. But before he could move, I ran away. I ran for my life. I could not guess or find out what this man would do with me if he would catch me. I could not go home. I would only bring my family in danger if the guy would follow me. Directed by adrenaline, I ran to the nearest police station. Where else should I go? After all, I had just witnessed a murder.

Breathless I rushed into the building and talked with the first policeman I saw.

"Please, you have to help me. I was just jogging on the beach when I saw a man who stabbed on a woman. He has seen how I've been looking at him." Spluttered it out of me.

"Slow down. Sit down for now. I am Detective Darryl Morris. Calm down only once and then tell me the whole story.", replied the policeman, pointing at one of the chairs to sit on while he fetched me a glass of water and rubbed my back, trying to calm me down.

Slowly, I calmed down and the trembling in my hands subsided. The adrenaline gave way and was replaced by the naked fear for my life and my family and friends. After all, the man had seen me and my face was not exactly unknown. Even if a blonde wig disguised my true identity. I breathed deeply through a couple of times and started telling Detective Morris what I have seen.

"I was jogging on the beach. Just like every night. Suddenly I heard the sound of a screaming woman. I do not know if it was curiosity or the desire to help. Anyway, I followed the Screams to it's source. Then I saw him. He, He completely ignored her Screams and didn't stop stabbing his knife in her chest even when she wasn't screaming anymore. Suddenly he stopped and turned to me. I got my legs taken in hand and ran away. I was afraid to walk home if the guy would follow me. That's why I'm here now."

"Where exactly have you observed the murder?"

At the word murder, I winced.

"On Malibu beach in the vicinity of Rico's bar"

"Wait here. I send just a few people there!" Darryl looked at me encouragingly and went to his colleagues for the information I had given him to pass.

Then I saw his face. A large Poster hung at the end of the corridor. He grinned at me cheeky. It was the man whom I had watched less than an hour in a cold-blooded murder. Here, too, adorned a large scar his face. However, he had a completely different hairstyle. On this screen, he had his hair blond, not brown and it was much shorter, too.

"Detective Morris?"

"Yes? Ehm ... What is your name?"

"Miley Stewart."

"Okay, Miley. Do you remember anything else? "

"No, but the man whom I had seen on beach, was the man of the posters printed on here."

Darryl looked at me wide-eyed with fright.

"You have really seen this man while stabbed a woman at the beach?", Morris said, pointing to the large Wanted Poster.

"Yes", I replied, slightly confused.

Nervously, the Detective went through his hair. He rotated a couple of times around his own axis and told me to remain seated; afterwards Darryl disappeared in one of the offices.

Time passed. After 20 minutes he was still not back. My nervousness increased. I had not brought my cell phone. Dad was in the meantime ensured intended, because I left home about two hours ago. I waited another 20 minutes as Darryl finally reappeared in the corridor. He came directly to me and referred me to follow him. A little later I found myself in his office on a chair in front of his desk.

"Miley, I can say Miley, can I?" Nod. "How old are you?"

"I'm 17,"

"Did you speak to anyone else after you have seen the murder?"

"No. I left my phone at home."

"That's good!" Detectives Morris looked at me relieved.

I was just confused. "Why is that good?"

"Because the man you've seen is a contract killer, who has made the hobby leisure serial killer to be his. Just here in California, he raped 13 women within 3 months and then stabbed them mercilessly cruel. He was observed while killing before. The witnesses we have lost because we did not know with what kind of a serial killer, we had to do it and we have not taken it seriously that the murderer had seen him. That can't happen again."

Darryl paused and looked at me seriously while I processed the new information.

"We need to temporarily get rid of you," went on Darryl.

Startled, I looked at him. What was the meaning of „temporarily get rid of you"? Would he hide me? Insert me into a witness protection program? Take me in protective custody?

"What do you mean by temporarily get rid of you?" I finally asked with a trembling voice.

"You just suddenly disappear from the scene. We bring you somewhere under, change your appearance a bit and if you've made your testimony to court at some point, then you can continue to live your old life.", replied the detective, and looked at me encouragingly.

Silence.

"You can not! I can't just disappear from the scene. That would be almost like a global scandal. ", I burst out after some minutes.

Well Darryl was easily confused now.

"What do you mean?"

I took a deep breath before I answered him.

"This may sound a bit crazy. But I am master in disguise. Finally no one has noticed that I'm Hannah Montana yet. "

He looked at me incredulously.

"And I should believe you because... "

"Listen. I know that is not currently available for the satisfaction to you, but it's true. If I or Hannah just disappears, it would attract attention and the serial killer could be able to recognize my face in the media hype."

"I do not know yet whether I should believe you or not."

"Detectives Morris ..."

"Call me Darryl."

"Then Darryl it is. I don't really know how I could prove it to you. The last time I had to prove to a police officer that I'm Hannah Montana I spent two hours with his daughter in an interrogation room. And believe me, that was not a nice experience. "

"How do I know that you're not lying?"

"You get the limo out front; Have the styles, every shoe every color; Yeah when you're famous it can be kinda fun; Its really you but no one ever discovers ...", I started to sing.

Now Darryl smiled.

"Okay. I believe you. You're lucky that my kids are crazy for your music and I know your songs! "

I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders.

"Well, then we have to get otherwise disappear. Somehow definitive, so the serial killer is really thinking you were death so he won't attack your family and friends to get you."

"How to attack?"

"If we simply get rid of you and it seems like you're cut off, or for him as we would have hidden you, then he will try to lure you out of the reserve by threatening your family members or even kill. That is why we must act radically. "

"What exactly do you mean? "

"We have to pretend you are death. And the public needs to know. The serial killer, it must be noticed and you must not tell anyone anything. "

I had not expected this. Astonished, I looked at him. I had to fake my own Death to the rest of the world and my family? After I had overcome the initial shock I realized that Darryl was right. This was the only way to protect my family and to be safe.

"Ok. What should I do and where do you send me?", I finally asked.

"I have a clue. But I must call only once around a bit and see if it works the way I want it. But if so, then you really need not worry anymore. They are the best and probably your only chance to survive."

Darryl nodded encouragingly and left the room to make his calls. Meanwhile I had been here for 1 ½ hours. Again and again I looked nervously to the door and then out the window. Had I not merely went jogging on the beach, I wouldn't have this problem with the guy who would kill me or my family when he found out who I am. He probably knew by now. After all, I was once again on the covers of all magazines and posters for the next tour hung all over Los Angeles. It was a miracle that no one at school recognized I'm Hannah Montana yet.

What if he already knew who I was? I think the eye of a job and serial killer is trained tot remember faces and find out names and addresses. I took once again a deep breath and tried to push aside the dark thoughts. But it did not seem to be working. Again and again I imagined how this man hurt my family and friends like the woman on the beach.

Suddenly the door of the office opened again.

"Miley Stewart?", I was greeted by the tall blonde policeman who stuck his head into the room.

"Yes." I said uncertainly.

"Are you coming, please? We have found the woman on the beach and have your testimony or protocol to take."

Without waiting for a reply, he disappeared again in the hallway. I quickly got up and followed him. On the way I saw Darryl in a conference room in a discussion with some other police officers. The blond policeman took me into his office and I had to tell my story again, while he co-wrote everything, and filmed and recorded on a tape. I felt as I sat in an interrogation, even though I was not even in an interrogation room. The blond, his name was Detective Mark Fuller, wanted to know the most exactly detail and I also had to prove that I led a double life. After two hours, it seemed to me at last, Darryl came back and took me out of there. It wasn't two hours, but only 30 minutes!

"I've found out a place and a plan for how we can pretend your death."

I swallowed.

"Okay, where it goes?"

"I won't tell you yet but two of your protectors are already here. They will help you fake your death. "

I looked at him skeptically.

„Aha, and how will that work?"

"It must seem quite real and can not be played. He may not detect the fraud. So you will not return home again before. "

He held the door to his office, while I stared at him with big eyes.

"How do you mean this? I can't say goodbye before?"

"No. That would be too obvious, because your family may find out that you're up to something." Darryl looked at me seriously and I was close to tears.

Only now I noticed the blond and brown haired boys in the room. While the blond smiled the send me a evil glare, as if I was from another planet.

"Oh yes. Miley may I introduce Wyatt and Chris Halliwell. They are brothers and their family will take care of you until the Problem is solved."

"Hi. I'm Wyatt.", the blond came to me and stretched out his hand.

"I'm Chris. But don't expect that we'll carry your luggage behind, or be your maids." said the other, staring at me with hostility.

Great. He thinks I'm such a diva, just because I'm famous.

"I'm Miley. And do not worry I will not ask the same of you." I said and winked, "So you told them my story already?" I asked finally addressed to Darryl.

"Yes. I told them."

"And what's the plan now?"

"We simulate using the two in an accident in which you're unfortunately killed. We take a taxi, and then it looks to the murderer as if it had happened with your curse. The cars will burn out completely. So you were supposed to be only identified by your teeth. We have a special unit, which then will take care of the accident site. After waiting for an appropriate time that is needed I use the dental records to identify you. Two people will stand at the door and tell your father about the accident and bring him here. This is the moment you orb with Chris and Wyatt in your room and pack some important things which should not attract attention when they're missing. Then you disappear immediately and you should get another hairstyle fast."

"Okay. And how do we solve that problem with Hannah? And what do you mean at all with beam me? "

"The Hannah problem is solved if your father tells your secret. We hope he does. Then the murderer knows that he must not look for you and we continue to look for him. When he is in prison we'll tell the truth to the public. I let the guys better explain the orb thing. "

I turned to the brothers. I don't know why, but the one giving me a death glare was kind of cute.

Wyatt took a deep breath and looked at his brother, who nodded.

"Miley. What we're gonna tell you now may sound strange and unrealistic, but it's the truth. Our family is descended from witches and our Mother is one herself. Our father worked as a Whitelighter. Who is the protector of witches. My brother and I are half witch and half Whitelighter. We have magic powers and are able to "orb" us, which is kind of teleportation."

I could not help it. I had to laugh. This story sounded so invented.

Suddenly, Chris disappeared in a blue light and not even 2 seconds later he stood behind me. Startled, I looked at him. Now I believed her story.

"Do you believe us now?"

"Yes!"

"Well, then yes, we can get started. Miley, you must have something to do with your hair and take a picture. Then I'll give you a temporary card with your identity. The Halliwell family will tell you the other details later. Can I have your I-Pod? "

"Ok. Why?", I asked confused. Why did he want my I-Pod?

"We put it into the taxi. It will not burn and we can trick your father. As if additional proof. I guess your father know how your I-Pod looks like.?", said the detective.

"Whatever.", I said and handed him my I-Pod.

Darryl took the MP3-Player and gave it to a colleague. He said they would now pull out to stage for my death. We waited and waited. Only now I realized how tired I was. Eventually, the fatigue had won and I fell asleep.