The challenge? Writing an M-rated "Bewitched" fanfic that actually fits within the canon.
The reason I wrote this in the first place was because most M-rated "Bewitched" fics either aren't very good or don't fit within the canon. For example, the Darrin/Larry slash on this website is well-written, but isn't canon. So, this story is attempting to be both, like *certain* Harry Potter fics (by no means all). However, by giving M-rated scenes (what I hope is a) good plot, the sex scenes do sort of become secondary to the plot now, don't they? Oh well.
Missing Pieces
by Moogsynth (with thanks to thatwitch)
Please review! They keep me going, and even if they're critical ones, it's a compliment to know that someone's actually reading this. Also, I do go back to already-published chapters at times when I feel like something needs fixing (for example, if someone mentions an error in a review). It's a surprise every read-through!
Bewitched and its characters, premise, and episodes are all copyright (c) Screen Gems/Sony. All non-source writing is copyright (c) the authors.
Eagle-eyed Bewitched fans will notice certain phrases and situations found in episodes, other media, related books, and even other fan fictions. The copyrights of those belong to their respective owners in this attempt to fill in the "missing pieces" and tie them all together. "Before They Were Married" was by AllThatJazz777; "Samantha's Story" was by Arfies; "Bewitched" the novel was by Al Hine; "The Seesaw Girl and Me" was by Dick York; and other small tidbits were from their respective writers. Dialogue from "I, Darrin, Take This Witch, Samantha" is by Sol Saks; "What Every Young Man Should Know" is by Paul David and John L. Greene. All due credit goes to each writer. Had this website allowed the posting of URLs, I would've just posted the episode excerpts from Hulu or YouTube, but unfortunately I had to transcribe them instead. At some point, I may host an "interactive" version of this story on another website with video clips, links to referenced fan fictions, and more. Watch this space!
Enjoy!
Chapter 1: The Cosmos Cotillion
February, 1953
The blonde-haired, green-eyed witch Samantha was not having a particularly good time at the chic Cosmos Cotillion. Her identical (albeit raven-haired) cousin Serena threw herself at every man she met there in the pink-misted ballroom, but Samantha was more reserved. She wasn't a prude, but preferred taking her time in matters of romance rather than rushing into bed multiple times with wild abandon, like Serena often did. Her cousin did seem like she was having a ball, and sometimes Sam wondered why she didn't find the same joy in the carefree witch's lifestyle as Serena did . . . or anyone else, for that matter.
Truth be told, she found these witchly affairs rather boring. Samantha enjoyed the music (and indeed, they found a great band that year, as mortals had recently discovered rock 'n roll), but she didn't much enjoy her choice of suitors. Being one of the most beautiful witches in the Cosmos did have its perks—never did she lack a dance partner—but it also had its downsides. It seemed almost every single warlock she met wanted to try his luck with her, even the ones still so obviously tied to their overbearing mothers' apron strings. In Boston, half a century before, she politely turned down a gawky warlock named Clyde Farnsworth, who promptly had himself turned into a chair in grief.
Warlocks also tended to have massive egos. Her own father, Maurice, was certainly no exception to the rule, but at least he channeled his self-importance into a Shakespearean theatre career. Samantha's last long-term beau, a dashingly good-looking young warlock named George, regarded her as merely another "catch." George had seemed shocked when Samantha finally called off their relationship—after all, he hadn't been with that many other women, and he couldn't help being so attractive.
Alone at a table, Samantha sighed and took another sip of Kickapoo Joy Juice, watching her cousin flirt with the crowd of warlocks fighting each other for the chance to dance with her.
"Terribly boring, these things, don't you think?" a suave masculine voice asked from behind the blonde.
Samantha blinked and turned to face a tall, craggy-faced, yet devilishly handsome warlock in a double-breasted navy blue suit and burgundy ascot. She cracked a smile in spite of herself. "Yes, I suppose they are, aren't they?"
"I don't mean to be rude, of course, but across the room, it seemed to me like you needed some divertissements," the dark-haired warlock said. He snapped his fingers, and on the table in front of her, a tiny Pierrot clown and a ballerina appeared out of thin air and began to dance a pas de deux. After they finished, they bowed and disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Samantha smiled. "That was lovely. Thank you."
He bent down to kiss her hand. "I'm glad you liked it. My name is Rollo, and I'm delighted to have met your acquaintance."
"I'm Samantha, and the feeling is mutual," she grinned.
"Samantha, would you care to join me for the next dance? I do have one stipulation, however," Rollo warned.
"What's that?" Samantha asked, intrigued.
"That if you find it at all boring, you have to turn me into a toad," he winked.
Thoroughly charmed, Samantha stood up to take his arm. "Oh, I don't think I'll have to do that," she smiled.
Samantha's parents were utterly charmed by Rollo as well. Sam had been dating Rollo for some time, and when she decided they should meet her new beau, her parents were completely won over.
"Maurice, it's an honor to finally meet you," Rollo said as he shook her father's hand. "You were superb in Hamlet."
"Thank you, my boy. I did my best in spite of that ridiculous director," he puffed. "I hope that director feels even more ridiculous with a tail now," Maurice laughed wickedly.
Rollo chuckled in response. "And I can certainly see where Samantha gets her beauty from," he said, kissing Endora's hand. The red-haired witch of a mother cackled with delight.
"Rollo, you're just as dashing and debonair as your father," Endora said. "To be perfectly honest, I always hoped you and Samantha would court someday. Your father certainly raised you well. Why, sometimes I wish I had married him instead."
"I beg your pardon!" Maurice exclaimed.
"Oh, no one's holding you here, Maurice," Endora snapped. "Go back to whatever young witch you managed to scrounge up this month."
Maurice scoffed. "I most certainly will. But first, I'd like to talk to my daughter alone for a minute." He motioned to Samantha to pop out to a more private location. They did so.
"What was that all about, Daddy?" Samantha asked him.
"Nothing, my dear. Your mother just gets huffy sometimes. Besides, it's tit-for-tat, you know. She's been seeing that hack of an Australian John Van Millwood—who dares to call himself an actor—just to raise my blood pressure."
Her parents' marital escapades were nothing new to Samantha. It must have been difficult to stay married to the same person for hundreds, if not thousands, of years. Although her parents were separated, they had never gone through with an ectoplasmic interlocutory. Still, Samantha wondered if it was possible for her to meet someone she could be with for the rest of his life.
"What do you think of Rollo?" Samantha asked her father.
"He seems like a fine young warlock," Maurice said approvingly. "And as I've always said, choose the right man of whom I approve and you'll be happy. Although no warlock is worthy of my daughter, of course," he winked.
Sam smiled. Even though her parents had a love-hate relationship with each other worthy of a mortal soap opera, they both cared about their only daughter's well-being very much.
"Now, my dear. Close your eyes and reach in my pocket. I have something for you," Maurice instructed his daughter, who promptly obeyed.
"Real theatre tickets? Oh, Daddy, thank you!" Samantha exclaimed, hugging him.
"Don't tell your mother," he gleamed. Endora never understood why Samantha had wanted such mundanely mortal things as tickets when she could have just popped into the theatre herself. After all, it was much easier, cost nothing, and contact with mortals was minimized. Samantha could have anything she ever desired with just a twitch of her pert nose, so why would she want to bother with such ridiculous rigmarole? Maurice never understood his daughter's fascination with the mortal world either, but he felt getting her the tickets was harmless enough. It wasn't as if she was interacting with mortals or anything inherently dangerous like that. Besides, anything that annoyed Endora was fine by him.
"You and Rollo enjoy yourselves," the warlock said. "I'm off to Morocco. Ta-ta, darling!" He brandished his scarlet cape and vanished with a crack of thunder.
Samantha rolled her eyes fondly. Her father always had a thing for grand exits.