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.

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Epilogue

More than year had passed since Liz and the others had returned with the news of a tip in the scales between good and evil. Leo had been stunned- he inevitably informed the Elders. Piper had been thrilled and angry at Chris and Wyatt for getting themselves into such a dangerous situation- ever the protective mother. Phoebe and Coop rejoiced with a tender kiss. Bella, Melody, and Lorelei each took in the news respectively, a profound sense of life and death had then turning inward. The traitors from Magic school were silent, each realizing the weight of their actions, each shuffling and shifting uneasily with the knowledge that their powers were going to be bound.

Meanwhile, Billy and Jordan sat off to the side- slightly uncomfortable due to their part in the situation. Jordan felt responsible for putting Liz in danger while Billy remained repentant for her poor behavior and mistreatment of the others, even as she grasped her sons hand in hers gratefully.

Sarah had sat feebly to the side, quiet and tremulous. Liz had observed her carefully. Paige was beside her, holding her hand even as her husband, Henry S., grasped her shoulders. Tears were in both Patricia's and Melinda's eyes as they hugged one another, and half embraced their father's waist. It was a picture of tragedy, the outcome of battle- the price paid when waging the war of good and evil.

Wyatt had hugged his mother and disappeared, quickly followed by Bianca; a peculiarity that did not go unnoticed. And Liz had stood beside Chris, in his arms, knowing he was alive.

The months to come saw Liz training hard still, finishing her time at Magic school just before Christmas, and remaining close friends with Melissa, Gianna, and- of course- Jordan. In the odd months between saving good and leaving Magic school, Liz noticed how close Melissa and Jordan became; a slow relationship that formed tenuously at first, but entranced them wholly before they left in December. Gianna didn't find anyone of her own, but when she and Liz parted with an exchange of emails, she assured Liz her future was not one she planned to live alone.

Isabel had been frantic about what happened with Liz and Alex had been right there with her. Both of them refused to let Liz out of their sight for two months following the incident in the underworld. Liz found herself enjoying it, it was a nice change of pace having friends that cared about her instead of their secrets.

Maria and Michael were doing well- they kept Liz in the loop on a frequent basis. They were expecting, a boy. They promised to inform Liz the moment he was born- their beautiful little Alexander. Liz had extended them an invitation to her wedding out of courteous, but prayed they would be unable to attend because of the nature of the ceremony. Her prayers were answered three weeks after sending them an invitation because Maria was put on bed rest for the duration of her pregnancy.

Max was another story altogether. Apparently life without Tess was…not what he had anticipated. In some ways he had cared for her, gotten used to her presence in his life. Zan was growing up so quickly, his powers even challenging those of his mother. He was the handful that Max need to hold on to life- he was what kept him going. That and Elena, the newest addition to the Crashdown staff. She had started working in the diner in July, and Max had fallen for her in August. With this news, Liz acknowledged that Max had a healthy appetite when it came to the Crashdown's food and its waitresses and wished him all the best of luck.

Life moved on. It progressed as it should, Liz thought. Things were happening fast and Liz could only marvel at the changes. She had moved in with Chris in February, and in spite of a few possessive, overprotective fights that ended up in the bedroom with a happy conclusion- her life was as it was promised to be, free.

Liz had recently decided to do something with her life. She was going to become a writer. When the entire alien-Max-FBI thing had happened, Liz had turned to her journal for an intrinsic outlet. Later reading it to herself, Liz realized it sounded like a Sci-Fi novel; which gave her the urge to write one. Not just Sci-Fi, no that would be a waste of her life experiences, Liz planned to write fantasy, and all matters of fiction. Her life was a plethora of ideas, full of real life characters waiting to be written about- a web of truth to be woven into fiction, a slew of autobiographical events waiting to be penned.

At first Liz was met with resistance at the idea of writing something so close to the truth, and oddly enough Piper had stepped into her corner. Piper, who was still unhappy about Liz's and Chris's coming union, had come forward and offered to help and support Liz in her creative endeavors. It was a step forward, and Liz felt the magnitude of it.

And it was Piper who stood behind Liz curling her hair, and twisting it into immaculate ringlets, pulled back in a hairstyle befitting a Halliwell.

"Piper," Liz said as the older woman added another bobby pin to her hair.

"Hmm?" Piper asked, her mouth holding another pin between her lips.

"Today's really special to me, and if I can't have my mother here, I just wanted to let you know, I'm really happy that I have you here," Liz told her, tears wetting her lashes- fully accentuated with waterproof mascara.

Piper stopped her work for a moment, and Liz met her piercing stare. "I'm glad I'm here, too. I know I haven't been the most supportive Halliwell, and I should be. I'm happy for you and for Chris. He couldn't marry anyone more right for him," said Piper with a smile.

Liz blushed a bit as she applied a pale pink gloss to her lips. Her makeup was soft in shades of pink and light gold, it emphasized her natural beauty. Everything was turning out just right.

As Piper slid the last pin in place, Liz stood up and stepped into her gown. With Piper's help, Liz pulled the gown up around her body, fitting it in all the right places, and waiting as the zipper slid up her back for a perfect fit. The gown was breathtakingly beautiful, the design over the top, and the material comfortable and fantastical. The bodice was strapless and embroidered with pleated, tulle crumb-catcher overlay; the skirt fell in diaphanous floor-length material, appliqués delicately applied to the fabric all the way down to the sweeping chapel train.

"Wow, someone got hit with the pretty stick," Paige teased upon orbing in with Phoebe. Things had been hard between Liz and Paige- though technically all of Liz's harsh accusations were erased when she went back in time- and it was nice to hear her teasing tone.

Paige and her whole family had been devastated by Henry Jr.'s actions, by what he had said and done- how he had actually felt. It showed on Paige's face from time to time while Henry S. could barely look at Liz, and the twins were more reserved when the battle was mentioned. Patricia was still extremely close to Liz, and her sunny demeanor was still sunny, but there were moments when a certain dullness would enter her eyes, and in those times Liz found herself the most saddened by Henry Jr.'s betrayal.

"Pretty? She's gorgeous!" Phoebe proclaimed from her sister's side, moving toward Liz.

There was a knock at the door and Patricia came in in a wine colored dress that had spaghetti straps and a knee length skirt made of satiny material. Patricia had agreed to be in the wedding party, a bridesmaid, and Liz was thrilled with how well the dress looked on her.

"Hey guys, you almost ready?" Patricia inquired, gasping when she saw Liz. "Wow."

"Thanks," Liz said through a smile. "And yes, almost."

"We better go take our seats," said Piper.

"I really love my hair, Piper," Liz responded before she left, and Piper turned back toward her as Paige and Phoebe exited Piper's room.

"It's how I wore my hair on my wedding day, and my mother on hers," came her answer.

Patricia left the room as Liz did a slow turn to examine herself in the mirror. She was really doing it, she was finally getting married. It was like a dream: the dress, the hair, the groom- nothing could top this.

Walking to her place at the top of the stairs, Liz waited to hear the music go, and began her walk down the stairs. Everyone of the Halliwells was seated. Isabel stood at her place as the maid of honor, Wyatt in his as the best man, and Alex surprising as a groomsman. Melissa was off to the back, taking pictures, and Liz felt her smile grow wide. Jordan and Billy and the rest of their family had seats behind Paige, Henry, and Melinda, and Liz noticed the empty seat beside Jordan- obviously Melissa's. Even Bianca- still a puzzle to Liz- had attended.

Technically it was called a hands fasting, but Liz could careless what name they called it, for her it was a wedding. She noticed that no one had called the high priestess, and her smile twitched for a second, but remained in tact when Chris turned to face her, under the archway of flowers and fairy woven wreaths that sat in the center of the cleared out living room.

Reaching the alter, Leo escorting her, Liz allowed him to pull up her transparent veil, and kissed his cheek as she handed her bouquet to Isabel.

"Why hasn't anyone summoned the high priestess?" Liz whispered to Chris.

"No one can seem to summon Grams," he responded, awe and love shinning in his crystal blue eyes.

Liz couldn't muster any annoyance, she merely stepped toward the alter, the candles lit, and whispered the incantation to summon their high priestess. Familiarly the candles flickers, a delicate wind swept the room, and Liz watched as beams of light surrounded the center of the circle haling the entrance of their spirit hostess.

Prue stood smiling broadly at Liz, and a thrill ran down her spine as everyone gasped, and Piper made a noise in the back of her throat.

"Blessed be," Prue greeted.

"Prue," Liz said, smiling wider.

"One moment," Prue said, stepping out of the circle of candles and becoming corporeal. "I have a present for you."

With a wave of her hand, the candles flickered, the wind kicked up, and two rays of light heralded the entrance of two more guests. Air was in short supply as Liz stared at her parents, both standing beside her, both real to the touch. Tears sprang to her eyes, and Liz fought herself in an attempt not to cry.

"Now we can continue," announced Prue, completely satisfied with herself.

The ceremony drew on, and Liz brimmed with love as she kissed Chris. Lights above their head twirled and shone brightly, and cheers went up around the room. Pulling back, Liz stared into the eyes of her husband and let the tears fall that had been fighting to break free.

Everyone moved the chairs aside and Liz hugged her parents as they whispered their words of pride and happiness.

The music stopped for a few moments as champagne was passed around. Piper paused everyone to make a toast- breaking the tradition of maid of honor speaking first- and raised her glass, "To a beautiful couple on their special day. I have been blessed with many things on this day. I was blessed with my powers; I was blessed with knowledge; I was blessed with sisterhood- and now I am blessed with a daughter. On this, all Hallows Eve, I drink to youth; I drink to happiness; and I drink to the love of two souls," Piper raised her glass high and then tipped back to the flute to sip the champagne.

Everyone did the same, and Liz and Chris took the floor as 'Unforgettable' by Nat King Cole came through the speakers surrounding the manor. Garland, roses, wild flowers, and all forms of beauty decorated the room. People soon joined them as they twirled around the dance floor. They danced with others and came back to one another time and again.

Liz found her eyes passing over the laughing, celebrating faces of her family and friends. She was unsurprised by most of the couples that joined them in dance, but when her eyes landed on Wyatt and Bianca she was still amazed. Chris had informed her a few months ago that they had become a couple, and Liz had been stunned. Bianca had apparently gone to Wyatt before approaching Chris, hence Wyatt's off-kilter attitude at sporadic moments through the Magic school year; it explained quite a bit. Wyatt hadn't known how to handle it, especially when a bond had begun to form between them, and he was angry with himself for liking her after what she had tried to do to his brother and his family a few years before. But when Bianca had shown up, risking her life, to help in the battle of good versus evil- Wyatt accepted that she had changed, and that acceptance had come a long way.

As Alex twirled Liz out she felt his hand leave hers, but was reassured when he retook it into his own. When she came back into his arms, Liz turned her face to smile up at him to find herself in her father's arms.

"Daddy," Liz choked out.

"You look beautiful, baby girl," Jeff Parker said, kissing her forehead then spinning her into the next dance.

"I've missed you so much," whispered an awed Liz.

"We've been watching over you. We are so proud at who you have become," came his reply.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't save you," said Liz pitiably, laying her head on her father's shoulder. She never fathomed she would be able to do so ever again.

"Shhh, that wasn't your fault; all things happen for a reason. I'm just happy that you are happy now, that you are okay," He whispered into her ear. "You are so beautiful."

They finished out the slow dance together, holding each other, and Liz clung to him as the next began, but felt him pulling her along out of the dance area. Liz followed obediently, without reservation to where her mother stood beside an emotion Piper and Phoebe, and a smiling Prue.

"My beautiful little girl," Nancy Parker said, hugging Liz endearingly.

"Mom-" was all Liz got out as a sob escaped and she felt one of her mother's hands rubbing her back through the material of her gown.

"I love you, honey," her mother whispered, and Liz felt her mother pull back.

"I love you so much, both of you," Liz stated, glittering tears of happiness clinging like jewels to her bottom lashes.

"We have to go now," Prue announced, allowing a moment for her sisters to embrace her before stepping back to Nancy's and Jeff's side. Liz didn't want them to, she gripped them both with a steel hold only to have them turn into spirits.

"Take care baby," her mother whispered, and her father kissed her cheek.

"Blessed be," the trio said to the room full of guests, and disappeared in a unified light.

"Blessed be," Liz said, her voice soft.

When at last Liz rejoined Chris in the center of the room, Liz's smile twinkled in her eyes. She had dreamed about, heard about, and hoped for her wedding in many different ways, in many different places, and with a different man than the one that stood before her- but none of that could compare to reality of their moment.

"I love you," Liz whispered, capturing Chris's lips in a soft kiss.

"I love you," Chris returned in kind, capturing her lips again more passionately, holding on to her tightly. Liz knew this was romance, knew this was love, and knew this was perfect. Because romance is when one soul whispers the passions of the heart to another and the other answers- and when their eyes met again, their hearts beat as one with an answer all their own.

The End