Nick Lucas
He's a big popstar in the world's most famous band, JONAS. (But you knew that) What you don't know about the Lucas's could surprise you, however. They're wizard-hunters, members of the immortal society who seek the power that the wizards took from them millenia ago. Their powers are limited: they can teleport short distances, read the minds of regular mortals, and render themselves invisible for short periods of time. And after Joe and Kevin pass their test and become trainees in this secret society, Nick's left in the dark.

Alex Russo
She's a normal American teen, except for one big secret -- she's a wizard. For a century, now, the wizard-hunters, or "Dark Angels", have been dormant, but 101 years after their last attack, they begin to surface again, wreaking havoc across the wizarding society of America. The Russos believe they're safe -- they've been told that there's no Angels in New York. It's only after they recieve a warning from someone walking the enemy lines that they begin to rethink their saftey. New York is not far from New Jersey.

After a paticularily bad day, with Joe and Kevin flaunting their abilities in his face, Nick sets off for New York with only his guitar and his wallet. There is where he meets Alex, who immediately confronts him about his family. Her odd (yet still secret) ability to tell wizard from mortal from monster uncovers a startling truth for Nick -- he's a wizard living among his mortal enemies. Now he's left to choose sides -- the ones he was raised with or the ones he belongs with.

He's stuck behind enemy lines -- but who is the enemy?

A/N: I promised my sister a WOWP story, but I can't write fanfiction for anything but something Jonas-related, so... of course I'll add in a JONAS twist.

Disclaimer: Don't own WOWP, don't own JONAS.

behind enemy lines -- a jonas/wowp crossover fic
chapter one – runaway & stowaway

Nick Lucas sat, hidden, in the corner of his family's firehouse home, a guitar in his lap. A notebook was strewn aside, and balls of paper covered the floor around him. But not even music could describe what he was feeling.

He wasn't like his brothers at all. He was mortal. Helpless. Alone.

All three boys had known for forever that they were "wizard hunters", or the "Dark Angels". Seekers of the powers that wizards possessed. To take back what was supposively rightfully theirs. And Nick simply didn't have the ability to tell wizard from mortal. A mortal not unlike himself.

"Nick, honey," his mom, Sandy, said, coming over to his corner.

He sighed. "Go away."

"It's dinner time," she said softly. "I made my famous potato salad."

"I'm not hungry." It wasn't like he was disappointed that he didn't possess any supernatural ability; the hunting and destroying of innocent wizards never had really appealed to him (the stories gave him nightmares when he was little, and still did today), but Joe and Kevin had been rubbing it in his face all day. The fact that they could do simple magic, like teleport their selves up and downstairs (but no further) or (occasionally) read his mind. But Nick wasn't special. He was just Nick Lucas, just your average teenage rockstar. Even little Frankie was destined to that fate someday.

"Come on, sweetie, how about some fried chicken?"

Nick looked up into his mother's eyes, then turned his own brown ones away. "Fine," he muttered, standing up but still carrying the guitar. He clutched it to his stomach as he made his way past the fire poles and down the stairs.

He expected Joe or Kevin to make some comment about how "plobnrg" it was to be able to do stupid little magic tricks, but they were silent, sensing the solemn mood their little brother had brought to the table.

The silence continued all throughout dinner, with only the clanking of silverware to be heard and the faint sound of "Keep It Real" playing in the background. "Thanks for dinner, Mom," Kevin said, breaking the silence and grabbing his plate. Joe followed him with barely another word. Nick stayed, staring at the pile of potato and mayonnaise on his plate. He looked up just in time to see Frankie disappear.

On an impulse, Nick stood up from the table and grabbed the guitar at his feet. "Where are you going?" his dad Tom asked, but the youngest member of JONAS didn't reply. Without saying a word, he slammed the front door behind him as Joe, Kevin, and Frankie watched from the stairs.

At sixteen, he had a learner's permit, but Nick technically wasn't allowed to drive without an adult and during the night, two laws he was breaking. It didn't matter. Apparently he failed at life anyway.

With the guitar bungee-corded to the back, he drove off on the motorcycle. First he'd wrenched the sidecar off. He wasn't quite sure how he did it without a wrench, but the strength had come and he'd just pulled it off. It didn't matter, anyway, they were millionaires. They could buy a new one.

With Wyckoff and the rest of New Jersey behind him, Nick crossed the bridge to Manhattan without even thinking. Full of people who could kill a sixteen-year-old boy in his sleep. Or while he was awake. As the cycle ran out of gas, he coasted to a stop beside a pedestrian street, with a sign labeled "Waverly Place" posted to the wall. It looked promising enough. Chaining the bike to a bike rack and taking the guitar with him, he walked down the deserted street. The only lights were coming from a sandwich shop. "Waverly Sub Station, open 10 to 10," a sign proclaimed. Nick looked at his watch.

It was nine-thirty. The exact time they were having a phone conference with the president of their record company.

Nick bit his lip, and reached for the door handle.

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(nickpov)

Cautiously, I opened the door and was greeted by a pretty girl who looked to be about sixteen. "Welcome to Waverly Sub Station," she said in a dull monotone voice. "I'm Alex, I'll be your server-"

"That's okay," I replied softly. "I, uh, I just need a quiet place to rest for a while."

"Oh." She rolled her eyes and sat down at a table. "Well, we're closing in a half hour, but… have a seat." She looked at me with strange, piercing brown eyes. "So, any reason why you're here at nine-thirty at night?"

I started to unpack the guitar. "Nope," I lied.

"Well, you look really sad and depressed, so I was guessing that there had to be something that's bothering you."

"Um, thanks?" I sat down on the chair across from her and placed the guitar on my lap, resting my arm on the neck.

"That was your cue to tell me what's going on. I need some new gossip, even if it is from a person I don't know. So, did a girl break up with you?"

"No." I looked to my feet. "I really can't tell you. Family stuff."

"Yeah, but, I think I have some idea." She took a straw out of the holder and started to chew on it. "You're a wizard, right? I'm never wrong, so don't lie to me. I'm one too, so…" She trailed off, obviously not having much more to say.

I stared at her like she was insane. "Umm, no." How could I be a wizard if my whole family were members of the Dark Angels? That was completely, physically, impossible. If I was really, truly a wizard, I would already be dead, killed by my own parents and my own siblings.

"Don't lie," she hissed. I flinched back from her narrowed eyes.

"I'm not a wizard," I repeated. "That's impossible, I mean, my parents and my brothers are pure-blood… wizard hunters. Dark Angels. I don't know what you call them…"

"You're… one of them?" she whispered, getting up and starting to back away slowly.

I shook my head. "No. I failed my test. Don't have it in my blood, apparently."

"'Cause you're a wizard. Were you adopted?"

I gave the girl a look. "Why do you care, anyway? I don't even know you. Barely know your name."

"Fine," she snorted. "I'm Alex Russo. Now you know me." She paused briefly. "And you are…?"

"Nick Lucas. And no, I'm not adopted."

"Oh, you're in that band…" Her face lit up quickly with recognition, then it faded back into its seriousness. "Come with me. I'm going to prove that you're a wizard."

I didn't want to prove anything. "You don't give up easily, do you?"

"You'll learn that soon enough." She winked at me as she pulled me off my feet and towed me across the empty sub shop to a metal door. The guitar clattered to the ground behind us.

"The storage freezer? Really?"

"Just wait," she replied, and opened the door.

There was no storage freezer behind the storage freezer door. Instead there was a dark room, a really dark room, yet she could somehow see in there. "Come on," Alex said, and pulled me inside, leaving me in standing in the middle while she looked from something. By the looks of the mess in here, it could take her forever.

But after a minute, she pulled two sticks out of a box. They glowed a light purple in her hand, illuminating her face. "These are magic wands. I'm sure you've heard about them in fairy tales."

"Bippity boppity boo," I muttered.

"Well, they're charmed. A defense method against the Dark Angels. You see, when a wizard holds them without performing a spell, they'll glow slightly. See?" She paused, as if she expected me to answer her rhetorical question. "However, when one of the hunters holds one, it'll cause them pain in some shape or form. If you're human, nothing will happen." She held one out to me. I hesitated. "Oh, come on. If it hurts you, you deserved it."

My hands shaking, I reached for the glowing rod. As my hands touched the metal, I felt a slight tingling feeling. It felt good. Tentatively, Alex let go of the wand, and as her touch left its surface, the wand's glow changed from purple to blue. My stomach flip-flopped inside me with a feeling of being both excited and nervous. I was a wizard. Not an angel. Really, truly a wizard. Really, truly different.

"You can keep that," Alex said. "It was my first wand."

"I can't take it," I said, trying to push it back into her hands.

"I still have one," she said, waving the other stick around, the one that still glowed purple in her hands. "Now that one's yours."

I looked at it again. "Why do you want to help me, anyway?"

"Well..." She looked down towards her feet, which I could sort of see by wand light. "I didn't really help, I mean… now you've got a wand, so you can perform magic, sure, but… your family. I mean, they'll…"

"Kill me." I saw the problem now. "Oh."

"So you'll stay here."

"Here? Why do you like me so much, Alex? And won't you get in trouble?"

She rolled her eyes. "My parents, knowing them they'll never find out. My older brother Justin might, but I can always threaten him if necessary. As for my little brother Max, you could make up the lamest excuse and he'd buy it, so I don't worry about him." She walked over to the wall and turned on the light. The wands seemed to stop glowing, but it was probably just because of the new light. "I'll bring you food and such, although I hope you like cold cuts. And I'll teach you magic. Or you could read the spell book and work that way. Although, despite what Justin might tell you, I'm not that bad of a wizard."

Despite being incredibly unsure about this whole thing, including what I would do for school and such (at least it was Friday, I had two days of the weekend to work that out), I actually smiled. "Okay, fine, I'll stay."

"Good. I actually like you, Nick, which is saying something. I don't like a lot of people. And I don't want to see you die." She waved the wand, and the cushions of the couch began to rearrange themselves into a bed. "You can sleep there. If you're hungry… um, wait until tomorrow. And we'll start wizard lessons tomorrow."

She moved towards the light switch, and as the lights went off, disappeared from the room with not even a poof of smoke.

The wand glowed bright in my hands, and I was left wondering what tomorrow would bring.