Reality Bites

Disclaimer: Don't own anything apart from the unrecognisable things in the plot (and the plot itself) and Meg

Quick A/N – This little ditty came about because the latest chapter of Hide and Seek was frustrating me and this popped into my head while I was trying to sort it out. And then it wouldn't leave me alone until I put it on paper (or computer screen, whatever). No relation to Hide and Seek or Future Consequences. It's short, but other chapters will be longer, if you all want other chapters that is. Let me know! Anyway, hope you all enjoy the results of writers block! *winks cheekily*

Chapter One - From there to here

Megan 'Meg' O'Connor sighed in relief as she unlocked the front door and stepped into the house, closing and relocking the door behind her. It had been a long night. The pub had been unusually rowdy tonight, what with the baseball celebrations that were happening all over the city. She didn't follow the sport, but a whole hell of a lot of other New Yorkers did, so they'd invaded the normally semi-quiet Irish pub in very high spirits.

Throwing her handbag onto the table, she wandered down to her bedroom to get changed into her pyjamas. It was three o'clock in the morning, but she wasn't at all tired. She usually wasn't after the late shift. She came home too keyed up to sleep, so she did what she usually did every night. She settled back onto the couch, turned on the TV and hit play on the DVD player. The next episode in the sixth season of Charmed began to play, and she leaned back with a content smile as Holly Marie Combs and Drew Fuller appeared on the screen.

Meg loved Charmed. It was a guilty pleasure that none of her friends or family knew about. If they had, her family most definitely wouldn't have approved. Meg grew up in a very strict religious household and in her parents' opinion; a 30-year-old woman should not be devoting so much time and energy to silly little TV shows, especially ones about magic and the supernatural.

She didn't know why she kept if from her friends. She smiled to herself as thought maybe it might have something to do with the ridiculous little crush she had on the character Chris. If her friends knew that she lusted after a man who was really more of a boy, and a fictional character at that… well the teasing would never end. Plus she really wanted to keep this time she had with him to herself.

She chuckled as the episode came to an end. There she went, thinking of him as real again. She'd be locked up in a mental hospital if that ever got out. She shook her head as she switched off the TV and headed to the computer to begin the second part of her nightly ritual. It was amazing how many fans Charmed had, and how many of them had their own ideas and plot lines for the series, as well as other series', movies and books. It was inspirational really. Fledgling writers as well as published ones from all over the world posted fanfiction on the site Meg was now on. And she really couldn't go to sleep without trolling through the stories, especially the ones about a certain green-eyed half witch, half whitelighter.

Her hazel eyes narrowed as she came across a story she liked the sound of. It was by an author who she really enjoyed reading, and she clicked on it eagerly. She was soon caught up in the adventures of Chris Halliwell as he tried to stop his brother from being turned evil, and keep his distance from the family who didn't know who he was at the same time, a running theme in Chris fanfiction. She was so engrossed that she didn't realise how late it was – or early in this case – until the early morning light began to shine through the living room windows.

She blinked and pushed back her shoulder-length messy waves of dark red hair, squinting as her eyes suddenly began to burn. Shit, she'd done it again. She gotten so lost in the story, she'd read what was left of the night away.

She sighed really had to stop doing this. If she fell asleep at work one more time… well to say her boss would be unhappy would be an understatement. She was just about to save the page and head to bed when wording a little further down the screen caught her eye. A spell. And by the looks of it, one the author had made up. She smiled. Oh, she loved it when imagination was used!

The idea of going to bed was put on the backburner as she scrolled down to the italics, and her eyebrows raised as she read the spell out loud.

Hear these word, from one to all,
Bring him forth, within these walls.
Let him come, and learn what must,
To defeat what needs, and complete the just.

She blinked again. Well that was rather simple. Maybe she should go back and read from where she left off so that the spell would be in context… no. She needed to go to bed!

With the spell swirling around madly in her brain, she saved the page and flicked off the computer. She was just heading towards her bedroom when she caught a glow out of the corner of her eye. She spun round and stared in shock as radiant white lights appeared out of nowhere and began circling and almost exploding in the air. Her jaw hit the floor as the lights slowly vanished to reveal a young man with dark brown hair, gorgeous green eyes and a scowl that looked like it was permanently etched on his face.

The man looked around, confusion spreading across his features, until he noticed Meg. He blinked, folded his arms and glared at her impressively.

"Where am I? And who the hell are you?"

Meg gulped as his voice washed over her. He sounded exactly like he did on the show, and she'd always found his voice incredibly sexy. She stared at him, slightly dazed, until he spoke again, making her jump.

"Hey, I asked you a question!"

"Ah… Drew?" Meg questioned cautiously. What the hell was Drew Fuller doing in her living room? And how the fuck did he get here?! The man scowled again.

"My name is Chris" he said and Meg's jaw once again hit the floor. "Chris Perry. Now are you going to tell me what's going on here, or am I going to have to work it out of you?"