W.I.T.C.H: More Things in Heaven and Earth
W.I.T.C.H and all related characters are property of Disney.
Chapter 1: Friends in High Places
The Silver Dragon– Heatherfield, Connecticut
"Mister Chen Lin, I presume?"
A bespectacled brown-haired man on the cusp of middle age looked up from the cash register. There, standing on the other side of the counter, was a man wearing a black suit, mirrorshades, and one hell of a poker face.
"This is he." the first man replied. "You?"
"Agent Heston, Task Force Trismegistus. I'm here to talk."
Chen's eyes narrowed. "About what?" he sharply asked.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." came the reply.
"Try me."
"Do the words 'magical girl' mean anything to you?"
"What?"
Heston slightly lowered his sunglasses. "You ever hear of a little show called Sailor Moon? Fighting evil by moonlight and all that jazz?"
"Stop beating around the bush and tell me why you're here."
"Let me put it this way– if what I've heard from one of my coworkers in this town is true, your daughter and her friends are off-brand Sailor Scouts."
Chen snorted. "You expect me to believe that?"
Just then, the backroom door creaked open, and an elderly woman walked in and approached Heston.
"Nice to see you again, Yan." the agent said.
"Likewise, Jim." came the reply.
Chen's mental record skipped. "Can someone explain what's going on?"
"Your mother and I go way back, Mister Lin."
Chen sighed in exasperation. "You know what? I don't have time for this whole cryptic nonsense– so if it's all the same to you, I'm going out for some air."
Lair residence– same time
"Hello, darling. It's me, Elvira, Mistress of the Dark– the sassy lassy with the classy chassis!"
"You can say that last part again…" Will jealously murmured as she reached for another handful of popcorn, her eyes focused on Elvira's chest.
"Don't feel too bad– they're probably fake anyways." Irma replied. "Not li–"
"Finish that sentence and you'll be weeding your lawn with a machete." Cornelia butted in.
"Can we please just watch the movie?" Will and Taranee groaned in unison. "Seriously, how many ti–" Before she could even finish her thought, she felt someone tapping on her shoulder. "Yes, Hay?"
"I have to duck out and take a call. Be right back."
"So, what gives, Yan?" Heston said as he and the elder Lin took their seats at the back room table, a teapot and a few mugs sitting before them. "Why're you getting Trismegistus involved in this?"
"Because your people would undoubtedly become involved anyways." came the reply. "At least if Denver was anything to go by."
Heston blushed. "How were we supposed to know that the whole Guardians shtick was real back then? Or about Meridian, for that matter? All we knew was that some kind of…otherworldly army was going around and trashing the place, they beat the tar out of us, and then you and your friends saved our behinds!"
"And then you returned the favor when we ended up against…who was it again? The one who had that 'Black Knight' fellow at his beck and call?"
Heston's expression soured. "That's why I'm here."
"Come again?"
"Our old 'friend'? He's been busy over the years, and we're starting to think it's time to bring in some big guns."
Just then, it all clicked in Yan's brain. "You wouldn't dare."
"L–"
"Forcing children into Trismegistus' ranks? Is that how far your superiors have fallen?"
"Y–"
"Mark my words, Jim– if you lay one solitary finger on my granddaughter, then you'll have to answer to me."
Heston took a deep breath. "Yan, are you familiar with the old joke about the 600-pound gorilla?"
"What's that got to do with anything?"
"Your granddaughter and her friends? Each and every one of them is the gorilla in this context."
"Explain." Yan curtly demanded.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you tear through a battalion of Meridian soldiers by summoning and then controlling a tornado back in Denver?"
"What's your point?"
Heston sharply inhaled. "If that demonstration was anything to go by, we can't force them to do anything unless Trismegistus' higher-ups decide to commit an elaborate act of organizational suicide. Or to put it another way– they'll be working with us, not for us. Same deal as those three spy girls out in LA, or those gargoyles in New York City."
"What're you talking about?"
"It's a long story. But the point is, Hay and her friends can walk away at any point they so choose."
Yan's sour expression lightened up a bit. "I'll take your word for it, Jim. But if I find out that you and the rest of Trismegistus are lying to me, then there will be hell to pay." And with that, she reached for a nearby phone, punched in Hay's cell number, and waited for the familiar sound of a dial tone.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Yes, it's another new project– this one from a fandom I've only just gotten into. And before anyone asks, most of my exposure to W.I.T.C.H has been through the cartoon (and considering the show hasn't received an NTSC release, that's a bit more difficult than you'd think), so don't expect too many references to the comics on the grounds that I haven't read it as of this point in time.
As for Trismegistus, they're around largely because the notion of magical girls working with a government organization with similar goals as them is kind of an interesting angle, especially if said magical girls are ridiculously OP in comparison. Also, yes– the references to the spy girls and the gargoyles are exactly what you think they are. And for formality's sake, this is a distinct universe from Earth-H on the grounds that that particular universe is getting a bit crowded.
And on one final note, expect that a) I'm playing a lot of things regarding Trismegistus and especially the "he" that Yan Lin and Agent Heston were discussing close to my chest, and b) a fic regarding what happened between the two in Denver is definitely on the docket.