Beyond Destiny
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell or Charmed or anything linked to them.
Category: Charmed/Roswell crossover
Rating: ADULT
Pairings: Liz/Chris, Piper/Leo, Wyatt/?, Phoebe/Coop, Paige/Henry, Michael/Maria.
Summary: Liz is the twiced-blessed heir to the Murray-Parker coven. When Liz's parents are killed by demons her powers are unbound and Paige is assigned to be her new whitelighter. It is decided that Liz will attend magic school where the next generation resides and sparks between the Parker and Halliwell lineage will ignite.
Chapter Seven
Waking up the next morning was difficult and Liz debated whether to stay in bed as long as possible or get up, and greet the day. She slumped back against her pillows for another ten minutes, running through the pros and cons of laying there lazily before getting up with a sigh.
Liz's mind played over the day before as she dressed, and Liz found herself blushing and smiling when she thought of Chris. He had a sexy confidence that she knew would look arrogant on anyone else and he also managed to invoke her in her the same confidence. The feel of his hands on her had been incredible and his mouth had made her moan and move in a way that was completely foreign to her.
Tugging out her suitcase, Liz reminded herself to invest in a dresser. A short while later she was dressed in a pair of her favorite worn jeans and an emerald green tank top that laced up at the top. Getting comfortable, Liz assumed it would be easy to go through Wyatt's class if her clothes were more flexible.
With an hour left before class, Liz pulled out her laptop and checked her email to find that it was empty. The next half hour was spent cruising the internet picking out several pieces of furniture that Liz could picture around her room. She ordered two standing lamps, an ornately carved armoire and end table, with a matching desk, a large, antique armchair, a few colorful, throw pillows, and an accent blanket for the end of her bed.
Fifteen minutes before class, Liz became hungry and she went out in search of something to eat. As Liz exited her room a voice shouted out to her and turning in surprise, Liz's eyes landed on Jordan who was waving and smiling from the center of a group of people. A smile of her own lit her face and Liz made her way to join the group.
"Good morning Liz." Jordan said.
"Morning." Liz returned while glancing around at the other people around her.
"Liz this is Tara, Weston, Keith, Laurence, and Velvet." Jordan named then off and each greeted her in turn.
"Nice to meet all of you." It didn't escape Liz's notice that Tara was glaring at her.
"So where you from Liz?" Weston asked in, his expression friendly.
"Roswell, New Mexico. You?"
"Upstate, New York."
"Oh I've always wanted to visit New York, despite what people say about the unfriendly people." Liz rejoined.
"You should and we aren't unfriendly, just bluntly honest." Liz's smile widened at that nodded.
"What are you doing out here this early anyway?" Velvet, a pretty, African-American girl, asked.
"I got hungry." Liz explained that being her second day that she was unfamiliar with where everything was.
"Well I'll show you." Jordan offered as he stepped away from Tara and Keith, both of whom looked put out.
"I would appreciate it." Came her response.
"Jordan weren't you going to walk me to class?" Tara spoke up, her blue eyes narrowing on Liz.
"Keith and you have the same first period; I'll walk you tomorrow." Jordan waved them off and he and Liz took off
together back passed Liz's room.
"Your friends seem nice." Liz made an attempt at polite conversation.
"They're great. We all arrived the same time a few months back and because Magic school's classes had started up back
in January we kind of became our own group of friends- as everyone else had already come together." Jordan detailed his first few weeks at Magic school and Liz laughed when he outlined his first spell- and how he had caused all the floorboards in his room to break upward.
Jordan and Liz entered a hall, tons of students already rushing around inside, and walked over to one of the open bars of food and Liz grabbed a napkin, bottle of water, and two apples. As she munched on her first green apple, Jordan continued to explain his less than spectacular magical experiences. Ten minutes passed and Liz realized they would both be late if she didn't hurry. They both made their way back toward Wyatt's room as Liz polished off her second apple and started drinking her water in earnest.
Just as Liz walked into class, pitched her water bottle into the nearest recycling bin, and wiped her hand- Wyatt came into class. Liz sensed his bad mood as he passed by her desk. A hush fell over the class and Liz scanned the class to see if anyone else realized the unpleasant atmosphere. Several people were examining Wyatt as he commenced class- speaking in strident tones, his face blank. The odd switch from yesterday's behavior had Liz on high alert.
"Today all of you will be placed in pairs. One of you will have a magical object given to you to protect and the other will be the one attempting to take the artifact. I will ring a bell and you will switch objectives. Does everyone understand?" Everyone replied with a murmur of assent and Liz observed Wyatt's relaxing demeanor.
Liz ended up partners with Velvet, who Liz hadn't recognized from yesterday. Wyatt came around with jeweled amulets and Liz felt the weight of it in her hand as he declared her the one to protect the artifact. Velvet had smiled coyly at Liz when Wyatt shouted for everyone to began and then was gone before Liz had time to register her absence. A second passed before Liz's sense jerked into high gear and she was kicked in the back- sent flying forward to her knees, amulet still in hand.
Peering behind her, Liz scowled when she recognized Velvet, a smirk on her face. In the next moment, Velvet was gone once more and Liz's attitude turned annoyed at the next blow to her back. Rolling to the side, Liz gained her feet and without an actual thought, she flung her arm out wide and the empty space of air and matter before her chilled- the outline of a human form froze mid-step and Velvet's backhanded swing paused six inches from Liz's face. The air became even more dense and frosty when Liz came to the conclusion Velvet had no qualms about fighting dirty.
Wyatt's whistle blew and Liz peeked around at the other pairs, many of whom were out of breath and some sitting protects sitting sullenly on the floor, their objects in the hands of their partners. Taking the high road, Liz placed a hand on Velvet's shoulder and willed her warm. The ice melted beneath her palm and the cold dense air around them heated. Liz ducked just in time to miss the backhand coming directly at her.
Wyatt's whistle sounded a second time and Liz handed Velvet the amulet explaining how she had frozen Velvet as her third attack was about to land. Velvet frowned intensely, put the amulet around her neck, and then told Liz she was ready. Liz thought about freezing Velvet again, but was unsure she could create the same effects with Velvet's guard up. With little conviction, Liz attempted to freeze Velvet again, but the other girl dodged her attack and began moving to avoid staying in one place too long. Liz concentrated her eyes on the necklace and the chain and thought about the clasp. Taking a step closer, Liz examined the jewel.
The brief notion of setting a fire for distraction occurred to Liz, but with a shake of her head and a fake try for the amulet- Liz reconsidered; she wasn't positive her aim could be that well controlled and Jordan was too busy to put her fire out while she made a play for the amulet. Fingers twitching with anticipation, Liz decided and with a squint of her eyes she focused on the amulet. The object went zooming across the room, away from Velvet, and into a corner.
Both girls ran for it and Liz squinted at the artifact again, getting it closer to her than Velvet and in a scooping move, cradled the amulet to her chest. Unhappy and undaunted by the loss, Velvet disappeared and Liz felt her hands come up to grab the necklace, and with a shove, Liz's shield appeared and Velvet was sent skittering back on unsteady feet only to fall and land hard on the floor; Velvet's arm twisted at an odd angle while she cried out in pain.
The class paused in their activities and Liz winced at the sounds Velvet was making. Wyatt pushed his way over to the pair and kneeled down beside Velvet to heal her. The other girl quieted and sat up, wiping at her tears, and glaring at Liz angrily.
"She should be kicked out of class for breaking my arm." Velvet stated, demandingly.
"This exercise is the prepare you for demons and harmful situations in the real world; am I supposed to ban someone from class because they are better armed than you?" Wyatt asked, rhetorically.
"I didn't intend to break your arm, Velvet." Liz said, despite her own reservations on the girl's methods, Liz hadn't actually wanted to harm her.
Class ended twenty minutes later after the other pairings finished the exercise and Liz rushed out to Chris's class, wanting to get away from Velvet's attitude as soon as possible. She thought about Wyatt and asking how he was- knowing his mood had to be caused by something- but dismissed the idea for escape purposes. Kids at Magic school were extremely competitive and making friends with them was an experience that Liz wasn't altogether enjoying.
As there was a twenty minute pass period between classes, Liz walked into an empty room, the door swinging shut behind her. The room seemed spotless despite her mishap the day before. Chris sat behind his desk writing something and Liz couldn't keep her mind from wandering to what an amazing body he had and the sexy pout of his lips. He mumbled something and Liz made her way over to see what he was doing. When she was five feet from his desk he looked up and smiled.
"Morning Liz."
"Morning. What are you working on?" Liz asked as she came around his desk to peer over his shoulder. His rich scent hit her and Liz briefly fought the urge to lean into him from behind, but gave in when one of his arms snaked out and wrapped around her waist.
"You said you needed help with that spell and as we were interrupted last night I decided to work on it and see if maybe it would give you something to work with." Their eyes met when she leaned passed him to take a look at what he had written out.
Chris tugged her down onto his lap as he turned the armless chair to face her and stole a kiss as she settled in. Liz's heart sped up and her mind slowed down as she rested her flat palms against his chest. The kiss was seductively slow and drawn out; when Chris pulled back, Liz's eyes had drooped to half-mast and her breathing has increased. Her lips felt swollen and sensitive to touch, so when he leaned in for short peck she moaned out a soft prayer.
"Chris, I-" Liz heard the door to the classroom opening and hopped up and away from Chris. She was disappointed by the disturbance and glad all the same. Her attraction for Chris was growing over the brief moments they spent together and she couldn't make head nor tales of what they were, or what they had the potential to be.
A few students came jostled their way into the room and took up some seats. Liz turned back to Chris find that he was composed and Liz wondered what he was thinking. None of the students paid any attention to Liz, but a couple stopped their prepping to say hello to "Professor Halliwell", something that had Liz biting her lip and disappearing out the door of the classroom.
The reminder that Chris was a teacher made Liz feel uncomfortable about the whole affair- or whatever was going on between her and Chris. Liz veered off the path of Jordan and his friends as she headed toward her room to retrieve her family's book. Her run in with the less-than-desirable Tara and Velvet marked the fact that Liz wouldn't be spending much time with that particular clique of people.
After sitting the duration of the pass period in her room, Liz headed back to Potions and grabbed her seat next to Leila without a word or glance in Chris's direction. Leila tried to make chit-chat as Liz flipped unseeingly through the pages of her book, but for the most part silence met such attempts.
"We are going to be working on a potion to put your enemy to sleep. For those of you that don't already have this potion in your book, the ingredients and directions are on the board." Liz peeked up from her book at the board and her eyes met Chris's and the physical feeling of someone's hands running up and down her sides had Liz shivering. Breaking eye contact, Liz checked her book before opening to an empty page and writing down the potion.
As soon as Liz stopped writing down her first entry the entire page flashed and the handwriting became calligraphy; beautifully written in Old English scrawl, her untidy handwriting disappeared. Liz stared in amazement at the page before shaking it off and going to the hutch to gather the spices and ingredients.
When Liz was finished with cutting and mixing the right proportions, she heated everything at the simmering temperature written on the board and in her book and when she was finished, Liz grabbed several vials and filled them with the potion and labeled each; short-handing the name, date, and ingredients used to make it. Years in the science lab had drummed into her the importance of labeling her work.
"It looks like your finished." Chris stood in front of her desk and Liz nodded, avoiding his eyes. "You should test it out and see if the others are worth using."
The insinuation that her work wasn't going to be good enough or that she had made it incorrectly insulted her. Grabbing one of her potions she tossed it at his feet. The shocked look on his face before he passed out on the floor was satisfaction enough.
"Anyone know how long that's supposed to last?" Liz asked after everyone stopped gawking at her.
"It says an hour, but I assume if he's forcibly awakened that it shouldn't take long." Melissa said as she smiled at Liz and
stood by her side.
A twinge of remorse caused Liz to bend down and shake Chris a couple times, but when he refused to wake she shrugged and searched the circling crowd for someone who could be more useful.
"I can wake him up." It was Leila. She crouched down beside Chris and placed her hand on his shoulder and a moment later, Chris jerked and woke up. Leila and a few others helped him into a sitting position.
"How did you wake him up?" Liz questioned.
"I have the ability to astral project myself and others. I astral projected into his dream and then pulled him out with me." She explained it like it was simple. The fact that it was reminiscent of Isabel's power gave Liz an idea about what kind of personality to expect from Leila.
"At least the potion works, right? I mean that was the question wasn't it?" Melissa directed her questions at Chris who nodded.
"Yes, it was. Good job Liz." His eyes were devouring every each of her and Liz couldn't decipher whether it was with lust or anger. "Why don't you go and put the vials in the hutch. Top shelf, right hand corner. And I'd like to discuss something with you after class." The class erupted in noisy murmurs around her, and Liz smiled in reply and started cleaning up her area as others tested their potions the appropriate way; by pouring some into a bowl and adding water to see if the color turned green- an indicator that that particular potion was ruined.
Everyone filed out after putting their potions in the cabinet and grabbing up their books. Liz sat in her seat until they were all gone and the door to the room had swung shut. Chris motioned for Liz to join him behind his desk and she did.
"What's with the attitude? One second we were fine, next your getting moody with me?" Chris folded his arms over his chest and leaned his hip against the desk in a defensive manner.
"It's just that you are my teacher and I don't even know what we're doing?" Liz felt snippy and knew that she was moving fast with her questions as she had only known him for three days.
"Look I don't know. I'm attracted to you. You are an adult and we both know the teacher thing isn't going to last long. Tell me what you want us to be doing." The decision was on her and Liz already knew the answer.
"I want their to be an us." Liz's voice turned soft as she spoke.
"Okay." Both leaned in and Liz returned his kiss with fervor. Liz opened her mouth to explore his and wrapped her arms around his neck as he hoisted her up onto his desk; neither noticing the fluttering papers that flew off his desk.
Liz's shirt rode up as his hand teased the strip of skin that revealed itself. The worn jeans adorning her legs were flexible and Liz wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing herself closer to him. The sensations from the night before stirred to life and Liz felt herself letting go and embracing the frenzy of her body. Her hands unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans as she snaked a hand into his boxers, caressing his semi-hard member to full stand. Chris nibbled on her lower lip as she gripped him firmly and began pumping him as her other hand gripped at his well-sculpted ass.
Liz increased her speed as Chris's breathing became more erratic and he began pulling into her hand, whispering her name like a prayer. The rousing excitement in her flare as she heard his soft pleas and groans and the wild way he bucked into her palm. On of her hands worked on the buttons of his shirt and when the material fell apart to reveal the well-toned abs and Pecs she had explored with her touch the night before, Liz leaned in and kissed a trail of open-mouthed kissed from his neck to his nipples.
"God, Liz. Oh fuck." The way he swore inflamed her and Liz lightly bit his right nipple, licked it, and pulled back to blow gently at the moist skin. Chris was done right then, with an exclamation and an upward surge he came. Liz watched as the milky essence flowed over his shaft and on to her hand, but didn't stop pumping him until the was no liquid left.
The sinuous feeling of need coiled in her abdomen and Liz gripped Chris's arm with need. He grabbed a tissue a handful of tissues from the corner of his desk and cleaned the mess he had made, tossing them into a nearby bin before kissing her voraciously once more. The sound of chatter outside Chris's door broke them apart and Liz realized that classes were about to begin
again.
"You are amazing." Chris whispered as he kissed her lips briefly. Her answering peck was enough to satisfy what was left unsaid. Both went about fixing each others clothes and mingling kisses in between, but Liz felt the burn simmering and had to pull back a couple times when things began to heat up once more.
"Why don't we get together tonight to work on that spell?" Chris suggested.
"Okay." Liz was eager for more time with him.
"I'll stop by your room or we could go out somewhere."
"I think I'd like to go out somewhere. How about seven?"
"That's fine. I should be done with planning my schedule for tomorrow by then." Chris nodded as he helped Liz off his
desk.
"Good." Liz kissed him on the cheek and then picked up her book as she left for Patricia's class.
Many of the students were already in their seats and Liz smiled as Melissa waved at her from across the room. Patricia was behind her desk talking to one of Liz's classmates and obviously not ready to start class yet. Making her way to her desk, Liz sat beside Melissa and scanned the board for the day's lesson, but it was completely blank.
"So what had you so peeved in Potions?" Melissa asked.
"I'm just having an off day. I found out my friend, Alex, who died a few months ago is now a white-lighter and I've been helping the Charmed Ones with this demon that was in my vision yesterday." Both girls talked about how their days finished out the day before and things they were planning on doing in the near future.
"You know what I want to learn to do?" Melissa asked as she faced Liz.
"What?"
"To read minds. I want to know what people really think when you ask them 'how are you' and see what they really think of me."
"You know I saw a spell the Charmed Book of Shadows about that." Liz replied.
"Oh really?" Melissa's interest was piqued.
"It had a caution label at the bottom; something about not knowing what you might hear and from who. And if you think about it do you really want to know what everyone is thinking about you all the time? What if your best friend thinks you are being annoying that day? Or if your boyfriend is thinking of another girl? They would never say anything like that to your face and that's mostly why thoughts are kept private, don't you think? I mean if you said everything you were thinking all the time without filter, you would probably end up hurting a lot of people's feelings." Liz had thought about saying that spell, but with the warning at the bottom and her own self-esteem at stake it had seemed too risky.
"I guess your right, but maybe if you worded it right you would know only what you wanted to, like an on/off switch." Melissa became excited all over again and despite Liz's skepticism and Paige and Piper's warnings of personal gain, she couldn't bring herself to squash Melissa's excitement.
Apparently Patricia was having them work individually on scrying for demonic activity with the law. Liz's interest was supreme because the notion of lawyers going to hell being more than a figurative phrase seemed surreal. The scrying was easier for this topic as it was a generalization and Liz was amazed by the findings of the class; over twenty-nine law firms played host to demons. By the end of the period, Liz had written down the locations of each in her book and again the page flashed and the writing turned to beautifully penned calligraphy.
Coop's class went by faster than all the rest for Liz as she absorbed the fascinating histories and detailed battle images of each name or date Coop had assigned the day before. One in particular that stuck out was Cadence Murray, an Irish matriarch of her family. The picture as well as the story of a girl who grew up in Ireland as a barmaid's bastard child only who later started the Murray coven entranced Liz. The resemblance between both women was remarkable and the picture of the other girl was one of fierce pride and fiery spirits. In addition to the short, biographical background and holographic imagery- a quote from Cadence's diary was recovered and the student presenting the historical piece read it aloud.
"It is in our times of weakness we find great strength. If I shed a tear it will be full of loyalty and memory- two things worth crying for." For some reason that struck a cord in Liz and as she exited class, her head posture was full of proud honor.