Triquetra
Summary: Fi and Molly are put under the magical protection of half angel Paige Matthews.
A/N: Wow, I can't believe I'm back in the So Weird section (especially when I have two other stories to finish…hehe). You can all thank youtube for that. For some reason I wanted to look up So Weird, and spent part of last night watching "Listen" and "Medium." Since I'm a huge Charmed fan, I couldn't help but think of this…and now I have to write it.
For those of you who actually remember my other So Weird story (which shall remain nameless due to the great shame it brings me), you might see some similarities. For instance, Molly and Fi are witches in this one too, and they have to fight a demon. You also might see some similar aspects between mine and other crossovers – the So Weird gang is in San Francisco because Molly has a gig there (what can I say? It's the easiest way to do any crossover with this show). But, it is original in that I have really grown as a writer since my second story, and hopefully you'll see the difference in that I won't have a gazillion things going on at once, and that it will be unique in it's own way.
And, breathe easy – I don't think this will end up being fifteen huge chapters long.
Timeline: Fi is 16 and just coming back on the tour after Annie went to live with her parents; it's right after the Charmed finale. Yeah, I changed the timelines – Fi should be in her 20s, but whatever, it worked better this way.
Prologue
"You wanted to see me?" Paige Matthews asked with some hesitation. She knew what this little meeting was about, but part of her was still hoping that she was wrong. She and the person she was meeting were in the unofficially-titled Elder land, a heavenly all-white place on a higher plane.
The Elder, Sandra, gave Paige a sympathetic smile. "Paige, I realize you and your sisters are trying to get back on your feet after that horrible ordeal with Billie and Christy. And that you are just starting your life with Henry."
"I'm sensing a 'but' in there," Paige deadpanned, trying to keep the dread out of her tone.
"Well, yes, there is," Sandra replied, ignoring the groan Paige let out. "And normally I would ask any other whitelighter, but this case deserves special attention."
"They always do. All right, let me have it," Paige huffed.
"Her name's Molly Phillips," Sandra revealed, pausing when Paige's eyes widened. "What?"
Shaking her head in disbelief, Paige answered, "It's nothing, but she's one of my favorite singers. I can't believe she's a witch."
"She doesn't believe it yet. She's received psychic visions all her life, but refuses to acknowledge them. Molly also has the power to read minds, but that one hasn't developed," Sandra informed her.
Paige stared at her. "Don't most witches only have one power?"
"Yes, there is strong magic in her family," Sandra informed her. "Which has been passed down to her daughter, 16-year-old Fiona Phillips."
Paige raised an eyebrow. "So what is this, like a two-for-one kinda thing?"
"You could call it that," Sandra chuckled, then immediately became serious. "Bur Paige, that is not what makes this such an extraordinary case. Fiona, or Fi, as her family calls her, has the unusual ability of sight. This means she can sense, and is drawn to, supernatural elements. Like her mother, she also has a secondary ability she doesn't know about – molecular combustion."
After digesting the information for a minute, Paige mused, "Hm, Molly gets visions, and Fi can blow stuff up. Maybe I should get my sisters to help me out with this one."
"By all means, go ahead. But there is another thing you should know," Sandra warned her.
Paige was almost afraid to ask. "What?"
"Fiona has been in contact with many different supernatural beings before, almost as many as you have." When Paige's mouth dropped open, Sandra nodded, "Yes, she's had an exciting few years, and only dropped her other worldly explorations after a warning from her deceased father, who appeared to her as a ghost. However, she has recently picked up her old habits, and many demons aren't happy – most of the time she ends up helping people through her encounters."
"So a demon is after her, and I have to protect her," Paige supplied, knowing the drill.
"Not exactly," Sandra corrected. "You see, Fiona, not so much her mother, is destined to become…like a Charmed One, destroying the evil beings she comes across. Of course, you can step in if the situation becomes dire, but for the most part your assignment is to help her and her mother adapt to their powers and learn how to use them effectively."
"That's…different…" Paige trailed off, unsure of how to react.
Running a hand through her shot blonde hair, her white Elder robe wrinkling as it did so, Sandra sighed. "Paige, there is one…minor obstacle you might have to face. You see...Molly's husband – Fiona's father – was a human heavily involved in supernatural activities, always searching for the truth. He got to know too much, and…a demon killed him when Fiona was three, making it look like a car accident."
Paige's heart went out to her newest charges. "Oh my God."
"Yes, it was quite tragic," Sandra replied, her tone full of remorse. "But…what you have to deal with is that Molly knew, to some extent, what her husband was involved in. She blames…that…for taking him away from her, and is a firm nonbeliever, no matter what her daughter finds. So while it might be easy to convince Fi of who you are, and what she is…"
"Molly is an entirely different story," Paige finished, then let out a breath. "Whew, looks like I have my work cut out for me."
"That's why I enlisted you for this. It's definitely 'Charmed One' caliber," Sandra replied, a small understanding grin on her face.
Leaning against a nearby golden pillar, Paige crossed her arms. "You know, Sandra, there are times when being Charmed really sucks."
"Paige!"
Glancing up, she smiled as she saw one of her white lighter friends orb in, which was the mode of transportation they used. She was still in "Elder land," sitting on a bench and going through the files on Molly and Fi the Elder had given her. "Hey, Rick! What's going on?"
"Did Sandra give you your assignment…well, assignments?" Rick Phillips asked, an anxious look on his face.
Paige paused. "Wait, how'd you know I got two?"
"Because, um…" Rick trailed off sitting next to her. "They're my family, Molly and Fi, or…were, anyway. The Elders just told me they would be giving them a whitelighter, and that it would be you."
Paige gaped at him, completely floored. "You're…you're the husband who was killed by a demon? Why didn't you tell me? And more importantly…why weren't you assigned to them?"
"Well, I didn't tell you because most whitelighters don't talk about their lives, at least that's what I'm told," Rick answered. He had only been chosen to be a whitelighter a week ago.
"And…"
"And whitelighters have this thing about not assigning dead family members to living family members. Something about it being too painful for both parties," Rick replied, a note of resentment and frustration in his voice.
Noticing that, Paige winced. "They might be right about that one."
"No, Paige, you don't understand," Rick protested. "I've…I've been trying to contact Molly and Fi since I died, and Fi has been trying to contact me."
Paige was silent for a moment. "You know, that's against the rules. I mean, it's true I've never been a fan of Elder rules, but I have to agree with them in that respect. You have to move on. Otherwise they won't be able to."
"I know that, and if it was just a matter of me missing them I wouldn't even attempt it," Rick admitted.
Putting a hand on his shoulder, Paige pressed, "Then what is it?"
"Fi's been in trouble for a long time, as I'm sure you've been told. I've had to get her out of a few life-threatening situations. I guess…I guess without knowing it, I've been trying to be her unofficial whitelighter," Rick conceded. "Someone to get her out of trouble. That's why I was so happy when I found out I was going to be a whitelighter."
Paige smiled, knowing that only a few humans who did heroic things in their lives were picked for this job. "You deserve it."
Rick lowered his eyes in embarrassment. "Thanks, but that's not what I meant. I figured now I could finally just orb down to save Fi whenever she needed me."
"Once again, you're not allowed to do that," Paige reminded him.
"Yeah, as I found out. Every time I tried to orb to Fi, the Elders intervened. They warned me that if I kept doing that, they would make me back into a ghost," Rick informed her. "Let's just say I'm more than a little relieved that they finally gave Fi and Molly a whitelighter. Took them long enough."
Paige laughed. "Well, don't worry. They'll be safe as long as I'm watching them."
"That's actually why I orbed to see you," Rick hesitated, then took Paige's hand in his. "I can't…thank you enough for doing this. I know it's going to be tough, but…can you please, just tell them I said, hi, and that I love them. My son Jack, too, if you get a chance to see him."
Paige patted his hand in reassurance. "I promise I will. But not at first, though. They'll be freaked out enough."
"Perfectly understandable." Putting his head in his hands, Rick moaned, "I just wish I could see them."
In the process of gathering the files, Paige paused, getting an idea. "You know, the Elders owe me quite a few favors. I'll see what I can do."