The Witching Hour

Crossover with Charmed. Cameron is a witch, a powerful one. Cousin to the Charmed Ones, she has shied away from that part of her life. What will happen when her cousins need her help? HouseCam.

Chapter One: Meeting

Cameron glared at her misanthropic employer. He knew! He knew that she hated to tell people they were dying! He even knew why! Yet he was insisting she did it! "What, scared she's going to run to Daddy and tell you off if you do it wrong?" he sneered, his blue eyes focusing on her green ones. Even if she wanted to she wouldn't be able to look away. His gaze taunted her, and she looked down, tearing her eyes away from his.

"Fine," she mumbled.

"What? I can't hear you?" House taunted.

"FINE!" she said, almost shouting this time, and stood up, staring at the floor as she stalked out.

House frowned. There was something up with his Cameron. He shook his head and shuddered. His Cameron? Wilson must be getting to him.

TWH

Paige was going through the mail again. Her sisters were sitting at the table, while Wyatt banged his spoon on his brother's head and Piper tried to stop him. Phoebe was sipping coffee as she scrawled something on a scrap of paper. "I was supposed to do this yesterday," she explained, as if someone were actually listening to her. "Dear Unloved," she mumbled. "Your husband…"

Paige ripped the envelope open, and peered inside. A scrap of paper with a typed sentence was inside. "Observe, my witch, as your life begins to crumble."

Paige frowned at the ambiguity, and flipping looking at the envelope, she realised that it was almost exactly the same as the Demonic Letter, as she had dubbed it in her mind. Turning it over fearfully, she hardly had time to mutter a muffled "Not again!" before two hooded demons, just like before, appeared in the lounge room.

"Paige, what did you do?" Piper asked, covering Chris and Wyatt's eyes with her hands.

"I'll explain later," Paige said distractedly, before touching both Chris and Wyatt and orbing away.

Piper stared at the demon. Phoebe stared at Piper, before bursting out in frustration. "Blow them up, Piper! What the hell do you think you're doing?" The first demon advanced toward them, flexing its scaly fingers as it reached for Piper's heart. Piper seemed to come to her senses, and froze him for a second, before flicking her hands lightly and blowing the beast up.

Phoebe waved her hands in a mad panic toward the other one, squealing and beating its hand off as it touched her chest and its fingers seemed to melt thorough her skin. "Don't touch me there!" she squeaked. Piper froze it, and Phoebe jumped back, smoothing her hands over her blouse as her skin melted back to normal. She shuddered as she remembered the feel of the green talons in her chest. Piper then blew it up, watching the scene in confusion as Paige walked back in.

"Paige, is there something you're not telling us?" she asked in a voice that echoed her face perfectly.

Paige gulped. "Er, maybe."

Phoebe frowned and hit her repeatedly on the arm. "You nearly got me killed!" she informed her with a squeaky undertone to her voice.

Paige rolled her eyes, before explaining. "On Wednesday, when you went out, Piper, I was going through the mail and I got a letter just like that, but I didn't read it, and one demon came out. I vanquished it," here she shrugged. "I thought it was gone."

Phoebe thought for a moment. "So we'll either get four on Saturday, or four on Monday."

Piper tilted her head. "How'd you work that out?" Phoebe set into an explanation.

TWH

Cameron sighed and breathed in the rich scent of her coffee, wrapping her hands around the warm beverage. Looking into her mug, she allowed her mind to wander back to Wednesday. Now Friday, she had hoped that she would have forgotten it before now. Unfortunately, the incident weighed heavily on her mind. She had, admittedly, liked the feeling it gave her to vanquish a demon, to know that the world was slightly better off because of her. That was part of the reason she became a doctor – she had grown to love that feeling, and when she could no longer deal with the way that she got it, she found a different way. But now… the demons were back, for some inexplicable reason. She corrected herself hastily. Just because one demon had seen reason to take an interest in her, didn't mean that demons as a whole were back. Like she'd already said. It was a one off incident, and it would stay that way, she thought. Because she simply didn't have room for demons in her life anymore.

Demons meant mess, and no dating, and people who you thought were your friends being afraid of you. Demons meant no more 'me' time in your life. Demons took away freedom. When she'd been growing up, she'd always been secretly jealous of her cousins, Prue, Piper and Phoebe, who, she had been told, had had their powers bound. They'd been playing with magic and talking openly about it one day, and they'd never heard of it the next. Her thoughts trailed to her own sisters. Annalise had been three years older than Prue, and Aliyah was the same age as Piper. Allison had been the next born, with Phoebe the youngest by a year. Until Aliyah died when she was 11, it had been believed that the 'A' girls were the Charmed Ones. Allison knew that the title now belonged to Prue, Piper and Phoebe, but she wasn't sure if they were aware. They hadn't spoken for a good eight years.

Suddenly realising that someone was trying to talk to her, Allison pulled out of her trance. Without looking up, she could tell it was Chase because of his accent. "Cameron, are you even listening?"

"Huh?" she replied dumbly, before realising that House and Foreman were also focused on her. "Sorry," she said, blushing profusely. "What are we doing?"

"We," House began, limping over to where she was standing, his eyes looking like they always did when he was about to say something sarcastic. "Have a case. And as much as that coffee dripping off your nose makes me want to kiss you, I would advise you wipe it off."

Allison blushed, and got a tissue to wipe it off, chucking it in the bin with a flourish. "Go on,"

With everyone but herself and House forgetting what had happened, they went back to work.

Authors Notes:

Just for reference, their ages: (When Annalise was 10)

Annalise 10

Prue 7

Aliyah 6

Piper6

Allison 5

Phoebe 2

Paige 0(Just born)

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