Charlie: First…if you're anyone else…read on. If you're Chris and you just want the pairing, skip to the bold part, that's all you need to know. Okay…I'm sitting here bored out of my freaking wits waiting for my burner to finish burning my Hawaii trip pictures, when all of a sudden, I get this urge to help write this, and since Chris needs participants for his fic contest, hey, might as well. What I don't get is…why the hell am I writing about a pairing that I despise with every fiber of my being? I don't know…I am a strange man…stay away from me ladies (especially you Demon-Matthew-Luffers). Well anyways, I got inspiriation for this pairing, I'm writing this with a knife shanked into my legs because of my blasephemy. Then as I continue writing, I begin to feel pity for the female character. As it stands, she is the sole reason I despise this pairing…but as I think about it…she had done me neither harm nor trauma. So, I decide that I like this pairing now. I wouldn't say it is my favorite, I don't HAVE a favorite as I take all pairings at face value. In a way, I like all pairings except for those that don't make any sense whatsoever and would be the equivalent to pairing you with that girl who you see once a month at school at random places. (Hector/Karla for example…the hell?). Oh and Chris, if you hadn't figured it out yet, It's Erk/Priscilla. Probably the main reason I'm starting to like this pairing more is because, I don't know, maybe I'm being possessed by Priscilla's evil side which she keeps in a little bottle but has somehow escaped…who knows. Anyways, it's Erk/Priscilla, and I think it's self-explanitory why they make sense…I mean…seriously…read their freaking supports. This fic is rated PG-13…now I want to make it clear to all of you, we do live in the real world. I have known of a variety, and I am sure that all of you who are over 13 have, encountered a numerous amount of colorful language. Now I know people consider a "PG-13" fic not to have certain words I will use in this fic, but open your freaking eyes. Every damn kid in this country over the age of fifteen has heard the word "Bitch" and the like and it hardly even matters to them. So don't be a moron. Anyways, enough of my ranting, on with the fic. Oh and if you're wondering when I'll update my other fics, it'll be soon, after the 8th (my brother's birthday). And as for Erk, he's quiet because for once I'm not pairing him with Serra. As always, I must say that I DON'T own fire emblem…although I fail to see why that is necessary, because anyone with half a brain can see that I don't. Otherwise I wouldn't be doing this but instead busy counting my beautiful money.

Mind Jessica: …and don't mind his attitude, he's moody 'cause he possessed Erk's body.

Charlie/Erk: Shut up. (How's that for long intro A/N?) This thing hints at other pairings, but none is actually expressed as fully as Erk/Priscilla…obviously.


(Priscilla's POV

The longer I stay with him, the longer he mesmerizes me. Those bright Purple eyes, the long matching hair, the studious nature in which he takes magic. Something about that young Sage takes my heart and sends it soaring into the heavens. Whenever he gazes at me, my feelings become ineffable. Oh I try, and I know that I cannot be drawn in by the torment of love for if I wish to remain by the side of my dear lord brother my heart must remain free of any feelings for other men, but how do I resist the unstoppable hands of fate?

"Lady Priscilla, are you all right?"

I suddenly snapped out of my little trance. Looking up, I see that pair of blazing purple eyes staring back at me in concern. Cursing myself for not being more aware, I returned a friendly smile.

"Ah! Erk." I suddenly blurted, my voice to my dismay not taking the calm quality that I had desired. "I am fine. Thank you for checking on me."

"Not at all. That is my duty." He replied in his calm voice. "So…you are not tired?"

I felt my heart leap at the concern he is showing me. Quickly, I reply, knowing that I must not reveal my true feelings, less I scare him away.

"No… no, I'm quite fine, really." I replied, again more rushed than I would've liked.

"Your feet, they are not weary?" Erk continued, relentlessly. "your shoulders, are they not tense?"

"They're fine, really." I hurridly continued, this time, making no attempt to hide my distress.

Unfortunately, Erk took my rushed speech for more ails, and that beautiful concerned voice clashed again and again with my heart.

"And your belly, is it full? You throat…dry? Are you sleepy? Or bored?"

Oh I do wish he would stop. I cannot take much more. Already, the urge to cry out my feelings and leap into his arms grows strong within me.

"Erk…" I managed.

"Ah…yes, sorry." Erk apologized to my surprised with a dashing smile. "Hard to break old habits."

His speech took me by surprised. Old habits…as the phrase sank, my heart did too. For a minute, I had hoped his concern also hinted at the fact that he also felt the feelings I did, but alas, that was not to be.

"Eh?" I mumbled before he cut me off again.

"My last lord was a very willful child, you see. He would call me over the slightest things… That is past now, thoug…of course." I noticed a sad note in his cheerful voice.

"I see…" My mind flailed for words. "Should…I be asking you to do more, then?"

As soon as the words left my mouth, I wished upon Saint Elimine that I was never bestowed with the gift of speech. But once again, Erk, in all his kindness, saves my crude words.

"Oh no, no, this is just fine." He said cheerfully. "But don't hesitate to ask if you need help, or anything done."

Then, giving me a quick smile, he walked away, leaving me to sigh in relief, part of me wishing that he wouldn't leave, and part of me glad that the source for my clumsiness is gone. After that little entertaining encounter, I can deny it no longer. Lady Love is neither discriminatory nor easy. From lords, to knights, to the common civillian, all are pawns in her twisted chess game. Now that I have been moved, I can no longer go back. My path lays forward, and I cannot rest until I reach the opposite side, where either glory or death awaits me.

Ever since that fateful day, I've treaded a fine line between my chasity and my desires. I would get close to Erk, but never too close. Engage him in conversation, yet end it shortly thereafter. I didn't allow myself to indulge in his company for too long, for I feared that I would lose control of the bonds restraining my desires.

Yet by distancing myself from him, I feel that the bonds pulling me into the pit of love grows stronger, that the more I resist, the more Love pushes me forward in her sick chess game. Denying myself his presence became a daily torture session. Finally, when I can no longer take it, I decided to go ask for help, but who? My brother was out of the question, for his solution would be to slice Erk in half. Talking to the lords, and especially that blue haired Lord Hector would result in their encouragement to lose my virginity to Erk. So with nowhere to turn, I seek out the army's tactician.

Charlie was by no means the model leader of an army. With his glazed brown eyes, perpetual bed hair, and never ending supply of Lycian Whiskey, Ilian Rum and Sacaen Cognac, most enemies look down upon him as the drunk sewer rat that leeches off the noble army of Lord Eliwood, yet little do they know, the success of the army would not have been so bloodless, were it not for the brilliance of the man in battle. Clumsy as he may be with the sword, the man can out-stratigize a thousand armies. And I hoped that his intellect would assist me with my dilema.

Upon entering his tent, the familiar smell of alcohol that always accompanied the man attacked my nostrils. Charlie looked up from his desk; open on his table was a map of Elibe and as always, a bottle of whiskey stood right next to it.

"Ahh Priscilla." He said from his table, not looking up. "What can I do you for?"

I entered, still not believeing that this man could only be 18 years of age.

"Umm, Sir Charlie, I wanted to ask you a favor."

"Before you ask me a favor, know that I only do favors for friends, and my friends would never insult themselves so by calling me 'Sir.'"

I was taken aback by his rash response. Assuming he was drunk again, I decided to leave, but as I looked at him, his bright brown eyes pierced into me clearer than I've ever seen them.

"I am not drunk if that is what you are thinking Princess Priscilla of Caerleon." He said sharply and sarcastically.

I decided then that the man was as sober as he can be. "Ahh, sorry Charlie, I just assumed-"

"Never assume." He cut me off. "It is the fastest way to death. Now then, what did you want?"

"…It's about…well, Erk."

"Ahh, our dear studious sage. So, when are you going to confess your undying love for him? Or did he beat you to it?" Charlie said.

Laughing, as I thought he had made a joke, I looked up to see his face straighter than that of the hardest stone.

"Do you find it amusing? Priscilla, do not deny it further, Love has taken your piece, and is advancing it at full force."

My laughter died without a struggle. I felt tears well up in my eyes.

"I know…and I want you to help me resist."

"Resist Love? Surely you jest, there is no one powerful to stop Love. Emotions can be neither controlled nor contained. They can be denied, which would lead one to destroy oneself from within. No the best thing to deal with emotions is to aoccept them."

"…But Charlie! I cannot…I cannot fall in love with Erk. I need to stay by my lord brother."

"Your brother will accept your love. It's not that he does not like anyone touching his darling sister; it's just that he must play the part of murderous overprotective brother. I mean all us brothers do it."

"Including you?"

"Including me Priscilla. I still remember when I smashed that piece of brick over my sister's love because I thought he was taking advantage of her. Boy was I wrong. I think dear Hitomi still holds a grudge against me for that. Heh, funny thing now… my brother-in-law forgave me years ago."

Charlie smiled before taking a swig from his bottle. I then understood his logic. Falling in love would not prevent me from staying by my brother's side…or so I think that's what he meant. But still, I could not bear the thought.

"Charlie…but still, could you…have Erk moved away from me? I will come to terms with my feelings…but just not now…not yet. I am not ready."

Charlie raised one eyebrow to observe me. I stood there, and stared back at him. Before long, he chuckled.

"Heheheh…very well Priscilla. I will replace you with Serra on the front. Just make sure your brother doesn't skewer me for stationing you at base. He may get ideas."

"Oh, I think I can convince him." I said, smiling and held out my hand. "Thank you."

Charlie smiled, grasped my hand and pulled me in for a hug. I was taken by surprise, but then I realized that I've seen him do this to everyone in the army from Lord Eliwood down the the army's maid Jessica.

"What are friends for?" He said.

We shared a good laugh before I managed to escape his embrace. Now I see what people say about Charlie's hugs is true, they can crush your ribs in if given the chance. Rubbing my back, I returned to camp.

The next day, the army was engaged in battle with the forces of another Black Fang group. Our enemy was a swordmaster by the name of Lloyd. Although my judgement of his character deemed him as a kind and benevolent man, it proved of no use to us as Lloyd, believing that we killed his brother Linus, was dead set on revenge. We had no choice but to fight.

Charlie, being a man of his word, replaced my post at the front with Serra and moved me next to him as the base healer. My duties were no longer consisting of patching up quick wounds. I was now more of a doctor, having to completely heal any injuries that come my way. Though I no longer could see the man who has my heart, I found that I could be much happier in my new post. Having long ago cast away my anima tomes, for although I will heal the wounds, I refuse to inflict the wounds, I find I could hone my healing skills much better by allowing myself time to completely draw upon my powers rather than just a quick patch up. Plus, I no longer had a purple haired distraction to keep me from my job.

The battle was ruthless. True to their reputation, the Black Fang members fought fiercely. Charlie, though normally calm, becomes a demon of fury during battle, allowing neither fighters nor mages to let up. The man was not fighting the Black Fang, he was fighting the spirit of death. His job is not to defeat the opposing army, but to defend his army from death's messengers, and he was a sore loser when it came down to it.

I also found my new duties to be quite difficult. I had always wondered why a rather questionable cleric such as Serra would have better healing skills than I do, and now I see why. My mobility made me a better patch up healer…but her experience with full healing allowed her to excel and surpass me. Before the battle was even half-way over, I decided that this was the hardest job in the army. However I had disliked Serra's uncleric-like behavior, I now respected the stamina she possessed to be able to do her job and still remain that spirited ball of energy off the field.

However, I soon find that though I had no reason to be distracted, I still could not do my job. Repeatedly, I would lose concentration, drop a staff, or perform an unnecessary task. Charlie however, neither criticized me nor chastized me. All he did was look at me with a unemotional gaze before issuing more orders. Little did I know it, but to him, yelling at mistakes is but a waste of time. Moments later, I would find out.

After what seemed like my fiftieth mistake, Charlie issued a batch of quick orders to a nearby Pegasus Knight. I couldn't tell which sister it was, but I guessed it was Fiora given the fact that the tactician seemed to have an eye for her, but it was none of my business. I Wondered what would make him send an extra pegasus knight onto the field, but I didn't have to wait long. Minutes later, Fiora returned carring Serra with her on her pegasus. Dumbstruck at first, I wondered why Charlie wanted a second healer at base but none at the front, but when I saw him looking at me and pointing to my beloved horse, I caught his point, and unfortunately, I had to agree with him. My mind was too convoluted with thoughts of him to concentrate on serious healing. Sadly, I let Serra take over my duties, noting that the normally boisterous girl took to her assignments without so much as a peep, and mounted my steed. Fiora kindly guided me out to the front where the brutal fighting raged on.

My first reaction to the battlefield was the sheer amount of bodies that lay about the ground. It seemed that this time, the black fang will not be selling us short. Luckily for me, when I arrived, there was a break in the battle, allowing the lords to explain the situation to me. The more I listened, the more horrified I grew. It seemed that the enemy managed to split the force into three groups, and nearly all the groups had critically wounded members. Wasting no time, Lyndis set me to work healing the wounded of the main group so any able mounted units could bring them back to base for further treatment. Scanning the group of wounded, I was relieved to see that Erk was not included, but then I was also saddened. I had yet to see him, which meant that he was seperated from the main group. Hurridly patching up this batch of wounded, I sent the most critically injured ones back to base with a group of Paladins before reporting back to Lady Lyndis.

"Good work Priscilla, but right now, we still have reports from the other groups that they're situation is much worse. Charlie gave me orders to let you work on your own. You may go to their aid, or stay here, it's your choice." She said grimly.

I looked around at the carnage, knowing that if I abandon the others for fear of my life, they would surely die.

"You know I cannot abandon my fellow comrades…point me in a direction and I will go." I replied grimly.

Lady Lyndis wasted no time in pointing me towards a nearby forest. "Past those woods you should find the first group. I think it was led by Raven, so I'm sure there wouldn't be too many wounded. The man's a maniac, but go. He'll give you the location of the third group."

My horse was racing into the woods before she finished her sentence. My mind focused on one thought…'Save my brother,' as I raced through the branches. Emerging into sunlight, I noticed the field here was less bloody than the last one, but there were still bodies here and there. I was also surprised to note that Fiora and her pegasus floated above my head.

"Hello there Fiora! What are you doing here?" I called, my curiosity taking the best of me.

"Charlie's orders! I'm to protect you should you have chosen to go help the other groups! Now come on! I think I see them over there!" She shouted back while pointing her lance due North.

I let her take the lead, and soon enough I saw my brother's figure looming against the sky. The ground was littered with bodies, and as I drew near, stench of rotting flesh raged about my nostrils.

"Lord Brother!" I called out. "Are you all right?!"

My brother was surprised to hear my name, and by the look on his face when he saw me riding at him, he wasn't very pleased with me having come here.

"Priscilla! What are you doing here! It's dangerous!" He called out, his tone menacing, but I knew he said it in concern for my safety.

"Brother, I could not have lived knowing that I abandoned you on the battlefield. Are you and your group alright?"

"Ahh, we're fine Priscilla, but…"

"But what?"

"But…the other group is not doing very well. Farina and a group of magic users got seperated, and I fear what has become of them should they meet with a group of fighters." He said grimly.

Above me, Fiora gasped when she heard her sister's name. I too was in a state of panic, knowing that Erk, unless he was in one of the bodies we've passed, should also be in that third group. Quickly taking leave of my brother, me and Fiora raced towards the general direction my lord brother pointed us to.

As we raced on, I found my heart racing faster than the beat of my horse's hoof. Now I see the truth in Charlie's words. Fighting Love any further would be a foolish waste of energy, and it would hurt me more than any sword ever could. For what seemed like hours we raced, never stopping, pushing our steeds towards their limits. Only after an eternity did we finally reach them, and when we did, my heart froze as if the destruction of the world was imminent. Overhead, I heard Fiora gasp in the same manner.

Farina had be dismounted, and now stood with her back against Erk's. Lord Pent and Lucius had gone down, and now, Erk and Farina were hopelessly surrounded. As the enemy charged, a lance from above me suddenly flew out and skewered one of the enemies. It was then Erk and Farina saw us coming, and their eyes shone with relief, but our job was not done yet. Having drawn the attention of the Black Fang, some of the members headed towards us. Flailing around for a way to fight them, I was surprised to see Fiora land and dismount.

"GO! I'll handle them!" She yelled.

"But you…"

"Don't worry about me! I'll be fine, they need help more than I do."

Caught with nowhere to go, I had no choice but to let Fiora deal with the enemies alone as she wished Taking a circular path, I navigated around the Black Fang members who headed towards Fiora and headed towards Erk and Farina. To my horror, though the Black Fang diverted members to attack me and Fiora, Erk and Farina were still hopelessly surrounded, and to make matters worse, both were exhausted beyond belief. As one after another, they sank to their feet, the murderous enemies got ready to go for their kill. Watching with tears in my eyes, one mercenary charged Erk with his sword high intent on taking the head off the shoulders of the man I had yet to profess my feelings for.

As I saw the sword prepare for its fatal slash, something inside me stirred. I could not let that man kill the one I loved, not yet, not now. Not after all I went through to accept my feelings. Without thinking, a ball of energy formed at my hands as my eyes glowed red with anger.

"DIE YOU BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!" My angry voice rang out. "MANA OF CREATION BECOME THE FIRES OF DESTRUCTION!!!"

Almost immediately balls of searing hot fire appeared and blasted towards the Black Fang group, reducing them into nothing but charred remains. In my dilerious fury, I left no stone unturned. Losing myself completely, changing from Priscilla the Healer to Priscilla the Destroyer, I made certain that every last one of them burned. Not long after my chaotic rampage began, it ended, resulting in a wasteland of charred bodies. Only after I had come to and seen the look of fear in Farina and Erk's eyes did I realize what I had done. Dropping to my knees, the Fire tome fell out of my hands, and I silently, I began to weep.

I didn't know how long I had stayed there, weeping my heart out admist the destruction, but eventually, I felt a soft hand place itself on my shoulder. I looked up with my teary eyes to see the concerned face of Erk looking at me.

"Priscilla…it's okay…" He said, trying to soothe me. "You did what you had to do…and I'm grateful that you saved our lives…so please, stop killing yourself over this."

"…But…I'm a murderer…"

"…We're in a war Priscilla… there's nothing you or I can do about it…so just lets go. Fiora and Farina already left with Lord Pent and Lucius. I'm sure the others are worried about us."

"…you..stayed behind for me?"

"Of course, I couldn't live with myself if I had left you behind."

Then, losing all self control, I threw myself into him and wrapped my arms around his neck and wept into his chest.

"…Thank you Erk…" I mumbled admist my sobs.

He said nothing, but the gentle arms he placed around me said everything that I wanted to hear.

"…Come on…lets go." He said after a while. I slowly let go of him and we walked together in silence towards my horse.

The ride back to base was uneventful. Erk, being a very poor horsemen, sat behind me as I rode us back. I could tell from the lack of surrounding sounds that the battle was dying down. It was a while before the silence was broken.

"Say Lady Priscilla, might I have a word?" Erk suddenly asked.

"Uhh, sure, what is it Erk?"

"Well, it has been long since you left Etruria… Is your family not worried about you?"

I thought about that question, and the images of my foster family formed in my mind. A light wave of nostalgia began to hit me.

"Yes, I suppose they are…" I replied. "But now that Lord Eliwood is looking out for me…I think I shall stay here a while longer."

It was true, Lord Eliwood had made sure that I was as comfortable as I can be in a mobile army, and I truly was.

"Ahh, well if that is what you wish, I have no complaints."

"Thank you Erk." But as I thanked him, a worry came to mind. I had known that Erk was previously assigned to escort someone too…and I had a selfish concern. "Oh by the way…"

"Yes?"

"Umm…" I said tenatively, unsure of how to proceed. "About your former employer… was it… a woman?"

"Eh? Ah yes, she was…She certainly thought herself as one."

"She was young?"

"To look at her, she was no younger than you or I, Lady Priscilla. But I'm afraid she was no where near as mature. But why do you ask? It's not something I like to think of much…"

His sentence calmed my nerves slightly, but I needed to know their true relationship, so anxiously, I asked the deciding question.

"Oh, no, no particular reason." I lied. "It was just something on my mind. Perhaps… were you…and um…you employer…close?"

"Hardly!" he yelled angrily, startling both me and my horse. "If that was a jest I fail to see the humor! It makes me shiver just to think of it!"

After my initial shock, my heart soared to hear his answer. "Really?"

"Of course!" He said firmly.

"I see. That's fine then. I had no particular reason for asking, mind you."

Erk nodded absentmindedly and continue to hold on for his dear life. I chuckled to myself at his lack of riding skills, but he does have a certain charm when he clenches his eyes shut in fear. I was more or less glad that I had gotten that problem off my chest, not exactly as smoothly as I had planned it, but it works all the same. I rode the rest of the way in high spirits.

Our return to base wasn't anything spetacular. Lord Pent and Lady Louise fussed over Erk's condition, and as usual Sain took the chance to throw a couple of lines my way. I smiled, although we were fighting a force threatening to destroy the entirety of Elibe, this army manages to keep it's spirits up. After Erk was dragged off the mount by Lord Pent and Lady Louise, I quietly rode into the stable and tied up my horse near some food and water. Then I snuck quietly out, hoping to get to my tent before anyone catches me and gets me to talk. Unfortunately, that was not to be.

"Ahem…" A throat cleared from the shadows of the stable.

"Wha?!" I jumped. Looking around, I saw Charlie walk out chuckling. "Oh, it's you."

"What? You were expecting your Prince Charming?" He joked.

I blushed, knowing who he was talking about. "Oh be quiet." I said, my voice not as menacing as I wanted it to be.

"Heh, calm down. I'm not here to make fun of you." He backed off, still laughing. "So, anything new?"

"Umm, well, if you don't mind, can I be sent back to the front?" I started

"Heh, of course. Although I commend your abilities as a battlefield medic, you make a lousy healer, or was there something else that was causing you to screw up over and over today?" His eyes twinkled a bit as he said it.

"…You're a smart man." I commented.

"Thank you…I wouldn't be the tactician if I couldn't see such simple connections now would I? So, have you decided to give up resisting your feelings?"

"Yeah, I find it easier on both me and my nerves to just simply go with the flow."

"You've learned much from you little experience." Charlie said smiling. Then reaching into his robes, he took out a beautiful staff and a thick magic tome. "Here, take this you'll need it."

I grasped the items. "What are they?"

"The staff I bought. It is known as a physic staff. You've seen Lord Pent use it. Quite the useful tool on the battlefield don't you think?"

"Ahh, yes. Thank you. But what of this magic tome?"

"Well, this was left on my desk anonymously soon after you arrived with a note telling me to give this to you. If I'm not mistaken, that would be an Fimbulvetr. I have no idea where this person got it for this tome is too powerful to be sold outside the military, and as far as I am concerned, Lord Hector didn't bother to bring any from the Ostian Armory, so I'm assuming Lord Pent wants you to have it…or some flyboy stole it for you. Either way I have no use for it. I'm not the combat type, as you know from seeing me even try to carry Lady Lyndis' sword right?"

I had to chuckle at the memory of Charlie stumbling left and right because Lady Lyndis' Mani Katti was too heavy for him. Looking down, I traced my hand over the cover of the Fimbulvetr.

"I heard you abandoned you pacifist ways?" Charlie suddenly said.

"Huh? …Oh about that…"

"No no, you don't have anything to be ashamed about. We are after all in a war, and casualties do occur. But be careful, because you have not used magic tomes before, your skill with them may be rather poor. I suggest you practice more before you attempt to use that," He said, emphasizing the last word and pointing to the Fimbulvetr tome. "in battle."

"Yes…I'll remember that."

"Good. It'll be nice to have you be able to fight in the front as well as heal. You may give your loverboy Erky a good run for his money too." Charlie joked before he turned and walked.

I stood there blushing and watched his retreating form, noting that he did not have his usual alcohol with him. Sighing, I tucked the items saftely away and walked to my tent. It has been a tiring day, and I needed rest.


Charlie: …well that certainly was something new, writing in Priscilla's point of view. Well, that was the first chapter. Two supports. Oh and if you're waiting for my other fics and like wonder why I'm busying myself by writing another one. This is just for the contest…so yeah no more than 3 chapters, I promise. It was gonna be a oneshot, but I took a look at word count and was like "…nah…" So it'll be multi chaptered. Well, hope you guys liked that. I did try to do something new and I hope I didn't completely crash and burn at it. And be warned, things may not seem as they are. (I'm more or less talking about the Charlie/Fiora thing.) And don't mind that army maid Jessica. I just wanted to mention her…'cause she's a constant victim of my glomps.

Erk: poor poor Jessica.

Charlie: Shut up, your body is mine now!