AN: This crossover fic is a very belated birthday gift for F4C. So sorry it's late! this is only the start, and that it might take me awhile to finish it, but it will get there eventually, I promise. This fic will be staring her favorite couple, mixed in with the Charmed gang, long after said couple have both retired from the "hero game." This story will also demonstrate how the most innocent of things, found in the most harmless of places, can completely change your life, and can lead you to second chances at things you never thought possible.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
It was half past 2 and she couldn't sleep. She thought the radio playing softly in the background would help soothe her restless mind into sleep, but it did nothing to help her. Normally music helped relax her enough to sleep, but tonight the radio was taunting her. Every song she had heard in the last hour either had the word dream in the title, or the lyrics talked about dreams, dreams of love, or of longing, or of sweet escapes.
For one currently suffering from insomnia this seemed down right cruel and unusual, as well as uncalled for punishment. The Current song playing was no better, the singer's voice was so soft that not all the words were clearly audible at the current volume. The only line she could hear clearly was, "...Dream a little dream of me..." It was more of a fragment than a whole line, but it kept repeating over and over and over. obviously it was a love song, and it kept calling a certain face to mind. One she had not seen in a long time, and tried very hard not to think about. Yet in her weaker moments at night, like now, when she lay in bed alone, unable to sleep, she would miss and secretly ache for.
"AHHH! That is it I can't take it any more," she said out loud to herself in a testy manner as she threw the blankets off the bed and then reached for the bedside lamp and turned it on. She got up out of bed in her bright, bubble gum pink pajama bottoms with little white daisies with emerald centers, and a matching pink tank top. After all these years she couldn't help but still be drawn to her signature color. She doubted that would ever change, too much had happened over too long a period of time for in not to have become a part of her. She walked across the room to where her tote bag was sitting on her dresser, and pulled out the leather-bound book she found at this antique store she browsed thru today on her lunch hour.
She found it in a trunk at the very back of the store and it just seemed to be calling out to her, the same way the store had done so from the street. The book was filled with this strange handwritten poems and beautiful watercolor paintings. The book appeared to be hand bound in well conditioned scarlet leather that both showed signs of age and yet had the appearance of fresh-cut leather. On the leather cover was a large slightly oxidized Copper heart with a down turned silver crescent moon and an overlapping gold up turned crescent moon on top. It was a very pretty image, and yet seemed to speak of some strength or power, but then again that could be her tired mind and over active imagination playing tricks on her.
As she walked back over and sat back down on her bed she started taking a closer look at the poems contained in the book. She noticed that all the poems were all about love in one way or another. While they were fun to read, and some were worded quite eloquently, they all seemed to serve a purpose or objective. How to find love, how to test how true one's love is, how to find love lost, how to mend a broken heart, how to free one's heart from another's, one even sounded like wedding vows, that one was titled "To Bind Two Hearts Forever As One."
"This reads like it was a prop from a fantasy tv show or movie involving magic and witches and stuff like that," she said out loud to herself. She came to one page that didn't have a weird poem but read almost like a serious warning, it said, "Let it be known that love is a powerful force as strong as any magic. While spells can aid in assisting love, it can not go against the will of one's own heart. Especially if love if true, for while soul mates might be separated for a brief amount of time, they will always find their way back to each other. For they are intertwined with each other through out time by fate, and the Devine. As two halves that create a whole, destined to be together. Attempting to alter or circumvent this by magical means can have most dire consequences."
She shook her head and said to herself, "Not sure if that was ment to be profound, romantic, creepy, or all of the above." She re-read the words again and that same face as before popped into her mind unbidden. She sighed and shook her head again, a little more forcefully this time, as if she was trying to get him out of her head, like one would erase a picture on an etch-a-sketch.
"Ugh, this is not helping get him off my mind," she lamented out loud to herself.
As she focused on the words she realized of all the poems there was not a single one that could force the heart into something unwillingly. They all required some level of coöperation to be able to do whatever it is they are supposed to do. Without knowing why, or even why it mattered she felt a great sense of relief at that.
She shrugged her shoulders at what seemed to be a moot point and turned the page. The poem on that page in particular caught her eye, and really stood out to her, for some odd reason. It was titled, " To Guide Lost Hearts Home." There was a little blurb above the title that said, "For when the destined fall a stray, and drift away from each other, this spell can use the desperation in their hearts for each other to light the way, and draw them back to each other."
"Spell? These are spells? This is defiantly must be a movie prop then," she says to herself amused. Even after all she been through as a teen, the thought of actual magic not coming from outside of this world was hard for her to believe. The pages in the book, as well as the book itself had an air of age to it, one far greater than the hints in the overall appearance would suggest.
"Someone did an awfully good job aging this book for whatever movie it was for," She muttered to herself.
As she looked over the words on the page the sudden almost over powering urge to read them aloud bubbled up from deep within her. Since she was alone and sleep still seemed unattainable at the moment, she shrugged her shoulders in a 'eh, why not' kind of way and gave into the temptation and started to recite in a loud clear voice,"
"guidance I seek, to find my missing piece.
In desperation to be whole again,
help us find the way back home again."
She looked around, but nothing happened, not that she had really expected it to anyway.
"I wonder what would have happened in the production this was created for?" she asked herself softly in a slightly puzzled tone.
No sooner had the words lefts her mouth, the book started to glow in her hands. She tried to throw it away from her, but it was stuck to her skin as if it had been superglued there. Golden orbs of light start to appear and float around her as if blown by an unseen and unfelt wind. They circled around her multiplying in numbers constantly, and as they spun around they started to make her dizzy from their speed. The book glowed with the same golden glow as the orbs, and got brighter as the orbs spun faster and faster. The last thing she remembered before the light became blinding and the world suddenly went dark around her was his face. Just as she remembered it the last time she saw it, in vivid detail.