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A/N: I've had the wierd hankering to write a teen Chramed and well there it is. I was watching Alias while I was writing this, so I thought wouldn't it be cool if all our favorite characters from Alias were in the same high school as the Charmed characters. Well, I think it's cool. And even if you have no idea what's going on with Alias you should be able to understand everything. I make it incredibly simple.
Setting: Teen fic. Piper-16 Phoebe-15. I know they're farther apart but it works better with them so close in age. I can't decide whether to put Paige or Prue in this fic or both. Please help me! Most of the Alias characters are in the same age group as well. They don't have their powers and no one has any clue of what SD-6 or Rambaldi is. Except for Jack but that's because he works with them.
Summary: The girls have to move in with their father when Grams dies. The Charmed Ones in high school has got to be one wild ride! Alias characters in this too! Total AU.
Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or Alias, unfortunately. But my birthday is coming up and I would so love to own Drew Fuller and Michael Vartan. They would make me a very happy birthday girl.
A/N: Just as a hint, and if you don't want to read my very short spoiler thing, then don't read the rest of this note. Chris will be in this because I love him and I can't seem to write a fic without him. I haven't decided how he'll come into this but he will. Chris will be here and he won't die because I am not Brad Kern. I do not make very sexy men die. That would be stupid and I would no longer have a birthday present.
Oh and when you see this (), that means time has lapsed or a change in location. Okay? Good.
Also, there is slight language in this which is why it is rated PG-13. Nothing over the top, I swear!
Happy reading and Merry reviewing!
"Phoebe! Come on, we're going to be late and then I'm gonna have to kill you!" Piper yelled up the stairs.
"Alright, give me five minutes!" Phoebe yelled back.
"You've got three!" Piper yelled, turning from the base of the stairs. She studied the house with disgust. It was bad enough that their grandmother –and caretaker- had to die, but now they had to live with their father in L.A. Grams had been taking care of Piper and her two sisters ever since their mother died when they were younger but some heart thing had taken her life early. So, the three girls packed up, and moved to L.A.
Phoebe came running down the stairs in a flash of brown hair and tight clothes. "See, look at that, two and half. I'm getting better at this."
Piper shook her head, "But not good enough." Phoebe stuck her tongue out at Piper in a childish manner. You would think since Phoebe was nearing sixteen, she would cut out the childish stuff. Apparently not. "Does she wanna a ride?" Piper pointed up the stairs, meaning their other sister.
"I think she left already." Phoebe said, casually, heading for the front door.
"Really?" Piper asked, following her.
"Bye Dad!" They both yelled over their shoulder.
"Bye girls!" Came the distant reply. Both girls shook their head. Their father was anything but loving. He had run out on them before and it was only a matter of time before he did it again. They lived here because they had to. A lot of girls would have killed for the chance to live in a huge mansion with their super rich dad. They just wanted to go back home to the manor.
"So, who'd she leave with?" Piper asked, once they were outside.
Phoebe shrugged, "I have no idea. She could have walked."
Piper laughed, "Yeah, right. She hates walking."
Phoebe just shrugged again, and got into the passenger side of the car their father had given to them so they could come and go as the pleased. "Ready for this?"
Piper shook her head, turning the engine over, "Yeah, new school, new friends, more explaining why we have to live with Victor. Sounds like fun." She answered sarcastically.
Phoebe laughed, "One adventure after another in the Halliwell clan."
"Amen," Piper said, backing out of the driveway and speeding down the quiet Beverly Hills street. Soon they reached the large private school Victor had enrolled them in. Piper pulled into a parking spot and shut of the car. "So this is our school?"
"This is our school," Phoebe confirmed, studying the rich-looking school with disgust. "I never thought I would want to go back to public school."
Piper chuckled and reached into the back seat for her bag, "Do I look alright?"
Phoebe smiled, "Perfect." Piper's acne had cleared up for the most part thanks to the dermatologist Victor had sent her to, and after hours of Phoebe's complaining and bickering, Piper finally got contacts. "What about me?"
Piper smiled back, "That, Phoebe, is a question you never have to ask." Phoebe wrinkled her nose at the compliment. "And yes, you look great."
Phoebe smiled wider, "Thank you." She reached back and grabbed her bag as well, getting out of the car at the same time as Piper did.
"So what class do you have first, tenth-grader?" Piper asked.
Phoebe looked over her schedule quickly, "English, eleventh-grader." It was strange that the two girls were only a year apart. They acted a decade apart and looked more like twins. "You?"
"History," Piper answered without having to look at her schedule. She had it memorized already. Phoebe shook her head. Beauty and brains was bound to bite Piper in the ass someday. "See you at lunch." Piper added, over her shoulder, walking off towards her class.
"See ya," Phoebe called after her, heading towards her class as well. Piper found her class and noticed an empty spot in the back of the class. She walked quickly back to it, claiming it as her spot. Somehow, she always paid attention more in the back of the room.
"Hey, bitch, this is my seat." Piper looked up, remembering all the times she had heard that comment in her last school.
"Is you name on it, Lauren?" A girl with brown hair sitting next to Piper asked. "Nope, I don't see it anywhere. Sorry." The girl named Lauren threw the brunette girl a nasty look and wandered off to find a different seat in the opposite corner of the room. The brunette girl turned to Piper, "Don't worry about her. Lauren's just got a stick up you know where." Piper smiled at the comment. "My name's Sydney by the way."
Piper nodded, "Piper."
"Are you new here, Piper?" Sydney asked.
"Yeah, I just moved here to live with my dad. Our grandmother was taking care of us after our mom died but then she died as well." Piper explained.
Sydney looked sympathetic, "That's too bad. My mom died when I was six." Sydney shook the look of sadness and added, "You said us. Who's 'us'?"
"My sisters Phoebe and-"
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The bell rang before Piper could say anymore. "Join me and my friends for lunch. We can talk more then." Sydney whispered. Piper nodded, and turned to pay attention to what the teacher was saying. Maybe this new school was turning out to be better than she thought.
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"Crap," Phoebe muttered, hearing the bell ring and running to her class. She had a detour in the bathroom and had ended up spending way to much time in there. She arrived at her class, ten seconds late and out of breath. "Sorry, I got lost." Phoebe lied to the teacher.
The teacher nodded, "Just take a seat. Miss...?"
"Halliwell, Phoebe Halliwell." Phoebe said, sitting in the one free spot in the room. It was in the middle, not a bad spot but not as good as the back. Phoebe loved sitting in the back. It was so much easier to block out whatever the teacher was saying.
"What are you, James Bond?" A black haired guy sitting next to her, whispered. Phoebe looked over at him and whispered back,
"Yes and it's my mission to infiltrate a high school and steal all the good cafeteria food, leaving the students with crap powered stuff."
The guy chuckled, "Nice. So, Halliwell, are you new here?"
"Yeah I am." Phoebe admitted. The teacher glanced at her and the guy. Phoebe stopped talking and smiled sweetly at the teacher. The teacher glared at both of them, then went back to her lesson. "Do you have a name?"
"Cole Turner." Cole noticed the teacher glaring at them, again and scribbled something on a piece of paper. With a flick of his hand, the note went sailing on Phoebe's desk. Curious, she opened the note. Nice to meet you Phoebe Halliwell. Why don't you have lunch with me and my friends?
Phoebe wrote something on the paper and tossed it back to him. He casually reached over and unfolded the note. Sure was all she had written. He glanced over at her. She pretended not to notice and continued to stare straight ahead at the teacher. He shook his head causing Phoebe to smile. Her first day and already she was meeting guys. She loved this school.
A/N: So what do you think? Should I continue? Should there be Paige or Prue or both in this?(just so you know. I can write Paige a whole lot better than Prue) Leave me a review telling me what you think. You know you want to.