Books/TV: A Charmed and Twilight Crossover
Main Pair: Isabella Marie Swan/Brandon (Born 1981) and Christopher Perry Halliwell (Born 2004)
Title: Elsewhere
Author: BlueEyesBurning
Rating: M
Warning: Need to know main plot line for Twilight and everything after Chris comes in Charmed. I will change it a little in Charmed, but only with what happens with Chris after he dies. He won't die! And Cullen's won't be in it for a big while.
Author's Note: I have my other story My Baby Isabella and to be honest that was my first story so it comes before this one. Meaning, I might not update for a while. I have a basic plan for this, but not a very good one. So, sorry in advance if I don't update in a while. And, by the way, I know the ages don't all match up, but just imagine they do, or this story won't work.
Summary: Everything that happened up until New Moon happened, but when Edward leaves, Bella gets attacked by Victoria. She calls for help, and Leo comes. He explains everything and says she's half witch/half white lighter. He tells her that the Charmed Ones are witches, like her, but they don't know yet. (Before Prue dies, they haven't met Leo yet.) She befriends the Halliwell's, she with them through everything – Prue dying, finding Paige, and Chris appearing. Chapter one starts when Chris appears in 'Oh My Goddess.'
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Everything goes to their respectable owners.
Chapter Two – Hot, hot, hot!
The next morning as Piper was sat in the conservatory looking through all the bills, I sat next to her flipping through a magazine. Then Phoebe walks in, fanning her face with a piece of paper and opens the double doors, next to us, "For all that is good and pure, why have we never bothered to get air conditioning?" She whines.
I look up, and Piper answers her. "Because we live in San Francisco where the temperature rarely goes above 75º."
"Okay, well, its 90 now, can we get one today, please?" Phoebe asks, and she drops down into the seat next to us.
"Yes, we could if it was not for this little expenditure here." Piper says, while handing her the phone bill.
Phoebe pouts, "Uh-oh. Yeah, that's a lot of phone calls to Hong Kong."
"Yes, it is."Piper says, patronising.
"Okay, before you start yelling, let me just explain to you I'm trying to figure out where Jason and I stand, and to do that it requires a lot of phone calls. You're going through that glass at me, aren't you?" She rushes out, looking cautiously at the glass in Piper's hand, and I am barely able to contain my laughter.
Piper shots me a look, before carrying on to Phoebe, "No, honey, I get it. You know, it's a very big phone bill, but if you have to choose between true love and air conditioning, I'd say it's a no brainer." She shrugs, and turns to look back at the bills.
At this both Phoebe and I straiten our backs and look closer at Piper. "Who are you and what have you done to my sister?" Phoebe asks, raising an eyebrow.
Piper turns and looks at me, I shrug and she turns back to her sister. "What? I can't be in a good mood?"
"No," Phoebe sighs. "Mary Poppins wouldn't be in a good mood in this kind of heat."
"Well, Wyatt is finally sleeping through the night and my hormones are back in wack and, you know, Leo and I are finally..." she trails off.
"Back in the saddle." I carry on for her, waggling my eyebrows and giggling like a little girl.
"So to speak," Piper says, pursing her lips.
"Yay, you. God, I miss sex."Phoebe frowns.
"Well, I got to tell you; life is feeling pretty damn good at the moment." She sighs, going back to the paper work.
"So, where is your lucky husband and my perfect nephew?" Phoebe asks the question I was thinking.
"They are out shopping for a present for Darryl's son." She replies.
I gasp in mock horror, "Look at you. You're like soccer mum. Dare I say it, your life is almost normal." I say, grinning slightly.
And then in walk Mrs-Moppy-Pants-Paige, and she wrecks my mood. "There is nothing normal about this heat," She complains.
"And good morning to you, sunshine." Phoebe says sarcastically
Paige looks at Phoebe for a moment and says, "Save the quips, and pass the caffeine. I have work to do." She says, and I pass her a glass of iced tea.
"What are you going to do? Scry for Mother Nature and have a Wiccan word with her?" Piper mocks.
"Okay, you're way too perky, alright, and you're frightening me. I'm just saying." Paige shrugs.
Then everything suddenly gets serious. "So you think this weather is demonic?" Phoebe asks.
Once again, Paige shrugs. "I don't know, there's just something weird. I keep waking up all week long with these fiery dreams. What am I supposed to think?"
"Uh-oh, you're not getting like a god complex or something, are you? 'Cause, you know, they've got medication for that." Piper says.
"I didn't say my dreams caused it, I'm just... I don't know what I'm saying," she says determined. But the weird thing is I believe her. I've been waking up every morning with the sudden urge to draw and whenever I do I get fire and snow capped mountains and giant popsicles.
I was just about to say something when Phoebe said, "Honey, maybe you need to get out of the house a little more."
"Well, this isn't just me being obsessive... okay, maybe a little bit. But it's not just psychological or emotional, I really, really think there's something..." Paige trials off trying to think of a word.
"Magical," Piper pipes up.
"Yeah, for lack of a better term. Listen, I don't want to be a downer but I'm going to go hit the books so I can go figure out what the hell is going on," she nods, and then leaves the room.
Phoebe looks at Piper and I, "Should we be worried?" she asks us.
"I don't think so. But I just wish she'd stop looking for trouble, 'cause with our luck she's going to find it." Piper answers.
Back in the snow covered mountains, the two titans are standing in front of a frozen Cronus, another Titan. The male titan is melting the ice with his powers.
"There he is as raffle as ever." The male titan says.
"All the more reason to leave him be." The female titan urges.
"Careful, Meta." The male warns her.
Meta sighs, "Demetrius, I'm telling you, we don't need him. We've more than enough power to rule without him, you know that. Just imagine a new plague every day, a monsoon every week. It would be devastating."
Demetrius chuckles at the thought. "Nevertheless, we will need his strength to revenge our captors and that is something we all want." He tells her, and her face falls. "Oh, now, don't pout, Meta. You might start a hurricane and alert them." He kisses her. "Now, go and find the White Lighters. Won't be long before I free Cronus and you know how impatient he can get."
And then Meta disappears. And Demetrius turns into a tornado and floats to the sky, turning into dark clouds. A lightning bolt flashes down and hits the ices surrounding Cronus.