Charmed Slash

The Siren's Song

roarax — Sun, 21 Aug 2011 10:24:30 GMT

Author: Gen
Title: The Siren's Song
Fandom: TV Series “Charmed”
Words: 2402
Pairing: Piper/The Siren
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor am I making profit off of this fictional piece.
Spoilers: An alternate ending to episode 3 of season 5.
Summary: Piper is greeted by an unexpected guest who turns the tables of dominance (for the best?).

[ “Not yet, love.” The siren’s voice oozed of sex, a ribbon of promise enveloping her every word. “Let’s see where this leads first, shall we?” ]

Fanfiction Request

singlenightster — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 13:24:27 GMT

Hello Rangers!

Though I am not new into the Charmed fandom I only started reading fanfictions related to the 'Charmed' series a few days back.

As my favourite character is Chris I'd love to read some Chris-centric fanfictions. I prefer stories where the Charmed Ones still do not know that he's their son; though I don't mind other stories as well.

As it's said that non-slash-related posts will be deleted I am asking for Chris/OMC fanfictions. Please no humourus fanfiction or a Parody, but Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Crime,... genres please.

Also I'd like to ask if there are any Charmed/Supernaturl crossover fanfictions; Chris/Dean centric I mean. There are a lot ones with Sam Winchester, but I'd prefer a Chris/Dean fanfiction (slash or friendship).

Hopefully someone is able to help me! Thank you all in advance!

Request

kinky_carter — Wed, 19 Sep 2007 17:27:23 GMT

Does anyone have any Prue/Phoebe or Piper/Phoebe fics?

Forever, Chapter 10

amytess — Tue, 31 Jul 2007 16:33:11 GMT

Title: Forever
Author: amytess
Pairing: Wyatt/ Chris
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Incest, Slash, AU, Lemon
Disclaimer: Nothing of this belongs to me, except for the plot.
Summary: Chris Halliwell falls in love with the new guy in school Matthew Wyatt. However, things are not as easy as they seem.

Chapter 10

Charmed. Chris/Wyatt. 026. Teammates.

ira_luxuria — Fri, 25 May 2007 22:08:04 GMT

Title: Dodgeball
Fandom: Charmed
Characters: Chris Perry Halliwell x Wyatt Matthew Halliwell
Prompt: 026. Teammates
Word Count: 367
Rating: Pg
Summary: “Did you just throw that at me?”
Author's Notes: New to drabbles. Unbeta'd
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, buildings or creations in this complete work of fiction. All rights are to Aaron Spelling (R.I.P) or Spelling Television. Copyright 2007 by Paramount Pictures (DVD Series).
Link to Table: Table

Dodgeball

Wyatt was red; Chris was blue in a friendly recess game of dodgeball. Chris wanted to be on the red team with Wyatt just like he always wanted. The bright red dogeball flew towards his face and before he knew it he was laying flat on his back looking up at the clear San Francisco sky, his older brother’s smirking face above him.

“Did you just throw that at me?” His pre-pubescent voice high-pitched and cracking.

Wyatt smiled at his younger brother, not replying to his question merely holding a hand out to help him up. Chris took his brother’s outstretched hand trying his best to ignore the complaints from the others. The red leader complained the most, squaring off with Wyatt while Chris hid behind his brother, their hands still clasped together, blocking out the mini argument as he stared at their hands. Blinking out of his thoughts he heard his brothers voice.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t put him on the other team, you know how protective I am of him.”

Chris understood why Wyatt was so protective of him, it had taken him a while to develop his powers and even now he still had difficulty controlling them when he was under intense emotional stress. Chris could feel his older brother’s hand sweat in his, he tugged at his brother in warning, it would not be good for Wyatt to lose it now.

“Wyatt, don’t. Mom will kill us.” He could just imagine Wyatt scoffing in his head thinking along the lines of: ‘She can’t just blow us up.’ Chris started to giggle quietly behind Wyatt, who joined everyone in looking at him like he was cracking up or something. “Come on Wyatt, let’s go. Please.”

Wyatt unable to say no to his brother’s puppy dog face succumbed and allowed himself to be dragged away and to somewhere far across the playground, his hand still entwined with Chris’. For some reason Wyatt has never been able to say no to Chris, a reason that he hoped he’d figure out soon before it became a major issue.

“Wyatt. Guess what we are?”

“Teammates.” Although he didn’t know that it would be a lot more one day.

Thanks for reading. Comments and criticism are welcomed and appreciated.

Forever, Chapter 1-9

amytess — Sat, 19 May 2007 09:47:05 GMT

Charmed. Chris/Wyatt. 029. Birth

ira_luxuria — Fri, 18 May 2007 13:39:07 GMT

Title: 16 May 2004
Fandom: Charmed
Characters: Chris Perry Halliwell x Wyatt Matthew Halliwell
Prompt: 029. Birth.
Word Count: 299
Rating: Pg
Summary: That was the day that his mother and father and aunts told him that he had a new brother.
Author's Notes: New to drabbles. Dedications: amytess
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, buildings or creations in this complete work of fiction. All rights are to Aaron Spelling (R.I.P) or Spelling Television. Copyright 2007 by Paramount Pictures (DVD Series).
Link to Table: Table

16 May 2004

At almost eighteen months old Wyatt Matthew Halliwell didn’t quite understand what was happening to his mommy when she started getting fat and eating more and fussing over him more than was needed. The Manor seemed to change around him, the atmosphere wasn’t the same, it wasn’t bouncy, happy and homey. It was filled with worry, fear, and even more evil energy than before.

Even at almost eighteen months old Wyatt could figure out that something was wrong, that something wasn’t right within the Halliwell household. He was smart for his age that he knew; he’d heard his parents and aunts telling him that. But at his age he was likely to believe anything that he was told. The Manor seemed to become dangerous for him and his mother and they were sent to Magic School to be kept safe and looked after, the calendar that hung in Magic School had a thick black ring on a certain date with red curly letters that indicated what was so special about it, unable to read properly yet he didn’t understand what was happening when his mother suddenly fell over.

He remembers being somewhere white, lots of white and of course at his age he didn’t understand, he didn’t know. He was with his father when he overheard the news, before his father had picked him up and taken him into a room to see his mother. He remembers seeing something different about her and he remembers hearing the nurses and doctors around them.

”16th May 2004. Date of birth,”

That was the day that his mother and father and aunts told him that he had a new brother. A day that he would always remember even if it killed him. That was the day that Chris Perry Halliwell was born.

Thank you for reading. All comments and criticism are greatly appreciated.

Forever, Chapter 2/3

amytess — Sat, 12 May 2007 11:40:08 GMT

Title: Forever
Author: amytess
Pairing: Wyatt/ Chris
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Incest, Slash, AU
Disclaimer: Nothing of this belongs to me, except for the plot.
Summary: Chris Halliwell falls in love with the new guy in school Matthew Wyatt. However, things are not as easy as they seem.

Chapter 2, Chapter 3

(Chapter 1)

Any reviews, please?!?

Fic. Reflections, Chris/Wyatt

haruka89 — Tue, 01 May 2007 12:52:15 GMT

Title: Reflections
Author: haruka89
Beta: Sam/ hawk_dancing
Fandom: Charmed
Characters: Chris Halliwell/Wyatt Halliwell (slash and incest!)
Prompt: #1 Bitter
Word Count: 464
Rating: FRT-13
Warning: slash, incest (well, mentions of), angst
Spoiler: mainly season six
Summary: Chris thinking about his situation.
Disclaimer: Charmed, and everything connected to it, doesn't belong to me.
Author's Note 1: Written for the 30_forbidden challenge.
Author's Note 2: The story is set after the episode Prince Charming and is a journal entry of Chris.

( Reflections )

Forever

amytess — Tue, 01 May 2007 12:51:45 GMT

Title: Forever
Author: amytess
Pairing: Wyatt/ Chris
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Incest, Slash, AU
Disclaimer: Nothing of this belongs to me, except for the plot.
Summary: Chris Halliwell falls in love with the new guy in school Matthew Wyatt. However, things are not as easy as they seem.

Read more: http://amytess.livejournal.com/529.html</div>
Review??? Please?

New Leo/Cole preslash fic

stewartds87 — Tue, 24 Apr 2007 23:00:09 GMT

Preslash, Leo/Cole Fic, not much of a start but if this goes down well I'll post more chapters, so feedback is very welcome

its leading up to slash and i've only completed the first chapter,
please reply if u wanna read more or not, but be nice since its my
first post to the group...

Rating PG 13 (one mention of masturbation)
Disclaimer: Do not own any of the characters... Although would love
to own Leo and Cole and make them do stuff.. hehe

Leo had a busy day planned, he had a full timetable at magic school,
then he had a new charge to check out, so he was on handyman duty
aswell...
"Good god", he said to Piper "this is getting beyond a joke. I'm
working full time at magic school and I've got all these extra
duties, I wish the rest of the elders would hurry up and train the
new whitelighters"
"Leo", Piper said "you're a freakin angel, why do you need sleep"
"Well, with the way I'm working, my muscles are aching, I'm feeling
the strain from that more than anything, so its not so much tiredness
as it is just physically being worn out. My body can only take so
much, I can't remember the last time I was up past eleven right now"
"Me neither", said Piper in an annoyed tone "I've been having to busy
myself with Mr. Good Vibrations"
"Another reason I'm not getting much sleep, from your wailing", he
muttered before he orbed out.

"Leo!" shouted Paige "where have you been! Your advanced orbing class
is waiting in the hall, they can't get into the class since you've
got they keys".
"Damn it I forgot them, and I'm not going back to the manor again
I'll get another earful from Piper. I know, I'll just let them orb in
then back out, they've earned it... See you later Paige"
"Leo! What's going on with you and Piper" He didn't answer, just
walked up and met his students, then orbed out of sight into the
classroom. "Damn it, if I weren't so busy I'd go talk to Piper myself
but I gotta do new student inductions" said Paige to herself.

(the sound of a phone ringing)
"Hello?"
"Leo, its Andrew"
"Oh Andrew hi" (damn charges) he muttered to himself "Why didn't you
just call for me?"
"I did, its to let you know that the elders have assigned me a
whitelighter and they dont need you to look over me any more,
although they did give me an address to pass on to you where they
need you to look after someone who is gonna fall off the path."
"Why did they give you all this information?"
"Because they were under the impression, the same as I was that you
were gonna be here over two hours ago"
"I'm sorry ok... Magic school is crazy just now with the new semester
beginning. So whats this address?" Leo froze when he was told where
he was to go "that can't be right, I know who lives there and he
doesn't deserve, never mind need my help, besides he'll know why I'm
there."
"They just told me that you've to either help him or he becomes a
danger to both himself and the magical community"
"Ok, thanks Andy... Listen, if you still need anything and I'm free,
I'll come help you ok? I better go meet this guy then. I'll call you
later, see ya"
(the phone call ends)

As Leo orbs into the appartment he shivers with his memories of past
events in here...
"C'mon Leo" he mumbles to himself "you don'thave a problem dealing
with this. You're an elder and you have the power to control him if
need be." Just at that moment the elevator door opened and his new
charge stepped into his home. Leo looked him straight in the face and
could see that he wasn't happy to see Leo standing there at all. Leo
gave a crooked smile.........

"Hi Cole" he said.

(for the next chapter just review so that I know if there is a point
in carrying on... thanks)</div>

stewartds87 — Tue, 23 Jan 2007 07:40:32 GMT

Hi I'm a Charmed fan and really like reading slas fics, but I never seem tobe able to find many of my fav pairing of Cole/Leo, and I was wondering if anyone would know anywhere or maybe have a few fics with the Cole/Leo pairing in them?

Wanted: Moderator

themongkey — Fri, 01 Dec 2006 11:33:09 GMT

Applications are invited for the post of moderator/maintainer of this community.

Previous experience of moderating an LJ comm is preferred, although not an absolute requirement.

Please reply to this post before December 9th stating why you'd like the job, a decision will be made soon after.

Comments are screened.

A picture of Leo and Cole

disneyclint — Fri, 28 Jul 2006 19:27:16 GMT

stary_wonders — Wed, 05 Jul 2006 23:15:30 GMT

Title: Never Deny
Author: Starry Wonders
E-mail: starry_night_wonders@yahoo.com
Rating: R – for mature readers only.
Characters: Wyatt/Chris
Warnings: Incest, Slash. If you are offended by them, please don’t read the story.
Disclaimers: I don’t own Charmed or any characters of the show. So please don’t sue.
Summary: Wyatt/Chris Slash, Incest. Wyatt discovers that he is unable to say no to Chris...
Author’s note: This is my first slash story. Please read and review!

************************************************************************

Wyatt Halliwell loved and adored his younger brother more than anything or anyone else in this world.

How could he not? They shared brotherly bond, one so strong that allowed them to share each other’s feelings and thoughts.

Granted, Wyatt as a baby had initially been jealous of Chris for taking away attention from him. But the moment Chris looked at him such adoration and love, Wyatt’s jealously flew right out the window.

As they grew older, their bond grew stronger as did their love for one another.

Wyatt took on the role of a protector, shielding Chris from any harm or danger.

And giving Chris anything he desired and wanted.

Wyatt had never been able to say no Chris.

He discovered that fact as they grew older...

********

“Chris, no! That’s mine! You play with your toys!” three-year old Wyatt told his one year brother and snatched the toy from his small chubby hands.

As soon the toy was snatched from Chris, Wyatt saw that his little brother’s face had became very sad and tears gathered in his big blue-green eyes. He reached out to Wyatt, silently asking for the toy back.

Seeing such look on his little brother’s face, he sucked in a deep breath and felt like he had been punched in gut. He immediately regretted the decision to snatch the toy from his hands.

“I am sorry Chris...” he immediately apologized in soft voice.

“Here...please don’t cry Chris...I am sorry...” He said and hand the toy back in his little hands.

Wyatt watched with fascination as Chris’s face formed big smile and let out a small giggle with so much happiness.

He smiled back at his little brother. And was very glad that he made Chris very happy...

********

As they grew up, Wyatt soon learned that even though he was a very powerful being, he was completely helpless and defenseless against Chris and his tactics.

It was Chris’s lost puppy-eye look that got to him. Just one look from him, and Wyatt found it impossible to deny him.

“Chris, we really shouldn’t...it’s not right...” a fourteen-year Wyatt weakly protested, knowing well it was useless to argue with his little brother.

“I don’t care! Besides, you taught me everything else!” Chris argued back.

“This is different...” Wyatt pointed out.

“Wyatt...please...” pleaded Chris once more and licked his lips.

“But what if someone finds out,” whispered Wyatt, protesting once more, even though he knew his resolve was beginning to melt.

“Nobody will find out. I won’t tell. And you won’t tell. Please...I just want to learn...” Chris softly said and moved closer to him.

And once more, Wyatt found impossible to deny Chris...

So, he closed the distance between them, towering over Chris. He then slowly bent down and kissed him on the mouth that eagerly met his...

********

Wyatt cursed himself for being so weak.

His mouth hummed softly for weeks from that kiss, making him remember feel and smell of Chris…

He knew he shouldn’t have kissed Chris no matter how much he pleaded for it. They were brother. It was wrong and sinful.

Chris was young and curious. But he was the older one. He should have known better.

Chris made him weak. He couldn’t say no to him...he’s never been able to...

He let out cry of frustration and despair. Despite of him acknowledging the wrongfulness of the act, Wyatt wanted to do it again, longed to do it again...and again.

And that fact made Wyatt want to shout and cry out even more.

He couldn’t help himself. He tried to deny it. He tried to make himself believe that he didn’t enjoy the kissing, didn’t enjoy the moans and whispered that escaped Chris’s lips, didn’t feel the jolts of excitement as Chris’s warm and soft tongue tangled with his own, making Wyatt delirious with such pleasure and delight that he never had felt before.

So when Chris came to him again later on, asking him to show him once more, Wyatt eagerly complied, even though he knew Chris really didn’t need to practice kissing at all.

As soon as Chris reached up to lower his mouth down to his own, he gave in and captured his soft and sweet lips and kissed him deeply...again and again...

Just like he dreamed of doing each night....

********

Wyatt knew for sure that he was going to hell...

He was burning in there for eternity...

“Wyatt! Wyatt! Please, I need you,” sixteen-year old Chris pleaded with desperation as he hungrily kissed his lips, his mouth devouring his.

Wyatt allowed him to kiss him and sighed and moaned with pleasure as Chris ran his hands all over his body, stroking it masterfully, making it come alive...

“Wyatt, let me love you!” Chris moaned against his lips and kissed him again and again, swallowing his moans and cries of pleasure.

And as always, he found himself unable to deny Chris.

“Yes,” he answered immediately.

And let Chris remove his clothes from his body, kissing and stroking him as he went.

And watched with hunger as Chris removed his own clothes, baring his beautiful body to his gaze, making Wyatt even crazier with need and ache.

Chris was beautiful...and he was all his...always...

“Chris, Chris, Chris,” he moaned as they finally joined their bodies together and moved together in perfect rhythm that carried them both towards ecstasy.

Yes, he was definitely going to hell.

But he didn’t care. Not anymore. Not when it felt so right and perfect.

“I love you Wy,” Chris murmured as he wrapped himself around his body.

“And I love you Chris,” he whispered back, smiling at how happy and content Chris seemed.

********

“Bianca?” twenty-five year old Wyatt asked with surprised look as he held the door open.

“Hi, Wyatt. I am sorry to bother you. I am looking for Chris. I need to speak to him, is he around?” she asked urgently.

“No” he shortly replied. “Why? What’s wrong?” he asked with concern.

“Well, he....he broke up with me this morning....” she said with voice breaking.

“Oh,” was all he said. “Why?” he then asked.

“He said we needed to take a break from one another for a while!” she said with little anger.

“I see,”

“Look, lately things have been little tense between us, okay. But, that’s normal. What couple doesn’t go through some rough time? I just want to talk to him! I want to understand,” she explained.

“Well, I am sorry to hear that and I understand,” said Wyatt with sympathy.

“Can you let him know that I need to see and talk to him please?”

“Of course. I’ll let him know,” he replied.

“Okay. Thanks Wyatt,” she said and shimmered out.

Wyatt sighed. God he hated lying. But he really was sorry for Bianca.

He closed the door and made his way back to his bedroom.

“That was Bianca...” he announced as he entered the room and made his way back to bed.

“Oh,” replied Chris who lay on the bed, under the red silk covers, looking like an angel.

Wyatt sat on the bed, facing Chris, staring at him.

“She is looking for you and wants to talk to you.”

“I see.”

“She was hoping to find you here. But I told her I haven’t seen you today yet...”Wyatt added.

“That’s good...” he murmured as he stared at Wyatt’s lips and leaned forward and kissed him deeply.

Wyatt retuned his kiss and pulled away slowly. “Maybe we should talk about this...Chris...” he began.

“No...not now Wyatt.”

“But...”

“Just shut up and kiss me!” Chris demanded as he grabbed back of his neck and pulled his mouth down once more.

And just as always, Wyatt obeyed...

There was no point to argue...not anymore.

After all, he’s never been good at saying no to Chris/

The End.

ANNOUNCEMENT.

juanitadark — Sun, 14 Aug 2005 05:06:11 GMT

Okay, it's in the rules, and I've said it before but:

DO NOT ADVERTISE HERE.

Seeing as some people now think it's funny advertise and then run, from now on submissions to this community will be moderated.

Thank you.

fic: Big Night

themongkey — Sat, 23 Apr 2005 11:39:24 GMT

Title: Big Night
Author: themongkey
Disclaimer: I do not pwnz. Spelling TV pwnz.
Pairing: Read it and find out, silly.
Rating: PG for implied sexual activity.
Distribution: Where posted and associated archives only, please.
Spoilers: None.

Andy Trudeau walked into the office wearing dark glasses and sat down gingerly at his desk.

"Hey, Trudeau! We were wondering when you'd show up," boomed his partner from across the desk. He checked the clock and added "Damn, couldn't you have waited 5 more minutes? That's twenty bucks I'm down."

"Hey, not so loud," winced Trudeau, adjusting the blind to block as much light from falling on him as possible.

Morris leaned in and spoke softly. "OK partner, you got it. Big night last night, huh?"

"Yeah. I guess."

Morris gave him a wicked grin and said "So... what was her name?"

"Huh. I mean, the thing is, I can't actually remember." said Trudeau, more than a little sheepishly. He shuffled a few papers around his desk, as if not quite sure what he should be doing.

"We-e-ell Andy Trudeau, as I live and breathe, you old dog!" boomed Morris, before remembering himself and adding, sotto voce, "Sorry. So... you really can't remember?"

"Not a thing... not after I said goodnight to you and Sheila after dinner, anyhow. Then nothing, until this morning."

"Hey, maybe it was one of those alien abductions you keep talking about," smirked Morris. "Call Mulder!" he declaimed to the world at large.

Trudeau pursed his lips, and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Man, I musta slept strange too. I'm all... sore."

Darryl Morris fingered the blisterpack of small blue tablets and the tiny bottle of lube still in his pocket, and said nothing.

Live, damnit, live!

irenak — Sat, 23 Apr 2005 02:55:43 GMT

Well, it's not technically a dead comm. Let's try to resuscitate it. With pretty boy slash.

Title: Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down
Author: Irena K.
Pairing: Drake/Cole
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: It's unbetaed so yes, please, the good, the bad, and the ugly.
Timeline: Late 1977.
Summary: That unholy trinity: sex, demons and disco.

Notes: It's all Billy Zane's fault, really. Just when I thought I was out for good, he had to go and be attractive and entertaining and suck me right back in.

x-posted with my journal

TIE ME UP, TIE ME DOWN

"You had sex with her?"

“Say it a little louder, why don’t you. What’s your problem, anyway?”

“What part of ‘kill her’ didn’t you understand?”

“Actually, my orders were to ‘eliminate any threat.’ She’s joining a convent. Not exactly a lot of cloistered nuns out vanquishing demons.”

Cole hung his head in his hands. Count on Drake to exploit the loopholes. “And the sex?” he said.

“I deflowered her. Something to feel extra guilty about. It’s evil,” Drake said. Cole glared at him. “Kind of.”

“Oh, and you got absolutely nothing out of it.”

“Hell, what can I say?” Drake laced his fingers behind his head and grinned. “Those uptight Catholic girls turn into tigers in the sack.”

Cole shook his head and looked over Drake’s report. Or rather, the report he was writing for Drake. If Drake actually wrote it, it’d turn into a treatise on Romantic poets or a dirty limerick.

It was how their relationship worked. Drake would push the rules to the breaking point, Cole would cover for him, even as it destabilized his position in the Brotherhood of the Thorn. Part of it could be attributed to loyalty; the two had grown up together, the boy who did everything he could to become a demon and the demon who wished he were anything but. It formed an almost fraternal bond, with Cole keeping a fond if exasperated eye on his older colleague.

More importantly, Cole just plain liked him. Drake was fun, when not spouting iambic pentameter, and kept as far away from the backstabbing Underworld hierarchy as was possible, meaning Cole could keep at least one friend around he wouldn’t have to kill at some point further down the road.

Besides, protestations to the contrary, Drake was about as evil as your average used car salesman. If Cole didn’t look out for him, no one else would. God knew he couldn’t take care of himself.

Drake rubbed a hand through his short, shaggy brown hair. He‘d seen Star Wars a few months back and decided Han Solo was everything he wanted to be whenever he got around to growing up. Thus far he‘d managed the hair and the clothes but the attitude still needed some work. “When was the last time you got laid, anyway?”

Cole’s quill skidded across the parchment, leaving behind a trail of unintelligible black ink. “What?”

“You know, the horizontal tango.” Drake grinned. “The two-backed beast. Sowing your oats. Wink-wink, nudge-nudge-”

“Alright, I get it! Stop listing euphemisms.”

“Well?”

Cole found he actually had to think about it. “Um, Katrina?”

“Katrina the succubus?”

“The very same.”

Drake blinked. “That was almost a year ago.”

“Nine months, actually.”

“How is it remotely possible that you’re a demon?”

“Hey-”

“Hell, how is it possible that you’re male?”

“Are you trying to be insulting?”

“Nine months...”

“Not everyone’s a nymphomaniac. Unlike some people in this room I could mention.”

“No wonder you’re in such a bad mood.”

“Is there a point you’ll be reaching any time soon?”

“Yeah.” Drake stood. “You’re going out tonight.”

Cole raised an eyebrow. “Oh, am I?”

“You need it. When was the last time you wore anything other than a cloak anyway? A cloak made from polyester, no less.”

“It’s not-”

“Whatever. They make you itch in uncomfortable spots and look idiotic to everyone except the Source. And we all know how He dresses.”

Cole sighed. Arguing with Drake rarely got anyone very far. Arguing with Drake On A Mission amounted to trying to stop a tsunami by politely asking it to leave. “Look, I’ve got to finish the report-”

Drake slammed his hand down on the parchment which promptly vanished with a little puff of smoke. “Oops.”

Cole threw his quill down. “Raynor’s going to have my hide.”

“Tell him you blew it off to corrupt some innocent little girl with a night of wild, meaningless debauchery.”

“I doubt he’ll see it that way.”

“Who cares? We’re demons. If that’s not an excuse to be contrary, I don’t know what is.”

***

A mass of humanity gyrated on the dance floor under the multi-colored lights. The pounding bass vibrated straight through to Cole’s bones and he’d lost track of who was buying who drinks sometime around the third martini. His so-called corrupting influence might as well have been left at the door; he’d caught at least six frat boys doing lines of coke the last time he was in the men’s room and he’d had more than one offer for something that could be snorted, smoked or swallowed.

Just another Saturday night at the disco.

Drake seemed to be having a blast. He held court at the bar, a sparkling, charming king.

“Did anyone ever tell you, you look like Harrison Ford?” some blonde whose name he’s already forgotten said.

“Sure. We’re related.”

“Get out! You serious?”

“Swear to god, cousin on my mother’s side.”

The girl squealed and snuggled in closer to Drake. Her friend, - Shirley? Sherry? - a too thin brunette, draped herself over Cole.

“So,” Shirley (or Sherry) said. “You related to anyone famous, too?” The silver bracelets twinkled as they caught reflected light from the disco ball. He found it distracting.

“Nope, afraid not. I’m...pretty boring, actually.”

“You don’t look boring.” She tapped his nose. “You look, um, mysterious.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, very much a man of few words.”

“I like to keep people guessing.”

“Oooh, sexy.” Blondie replaced The Bee Gees on the sound system. Shirley (or Sherry) tilted her head to the side and smiled. “Like this song. Wanna dance?”

“I don’t really dance.”

“That’s okay. Neither do I.” Her breath tickled his ear and her leg pressed right between his. The friction did all sorts of interesting things to his groin. He slipped his hands under her flimsy, gold shirt, feeling soft, hot skin.

“Got any other suggestions?”

She giggled. “A few.”

“Shit!”

Drake’s curse drew his attention. “What?”

“Lucius.” Cole followed his gaze to a giant of man with the tattooed markings of a Heretical demon.

“Oh damn.” He’d rarely spoken to Lucius outside of Brotherhood meetings, but the demon was known to have a short fuse. “What’d you do?”

“There’s the possibility I might have accidentally slept with his mate.”

“Which one?”

“Um, all of them?”

“Jesus, Drake!” He disentangled himself from Shirley (or Sherry). “Does he know?”

“DRAKE!” The bellow was so loud it momentarily caused a hushed pause from the crowd.

“Seems likely,” Drake said. “Ladies, accept my deepest apologies.” He kissed their hands. “You’re lovely but I’m afraid we must be off.”

He grabbed Cole by the collar and hauled him toward entrance. Indignant yells and an enraged roar let them know Lucius wasn’t far behind. They burst out the doors into the cool, October air, drawing curious looks from the humans waiting in line by the velvet rope.

“Think we can shimmer without him tracking us?” Drake said.

Cole shook his head. “Too many people around anyway.”

“So, we run?”

“We run.”

“Man, I hate running.” However, Drake obediently followed the departing Cole.

New York wasn’t a city Cole knew well, not like San Francisco or London, where the back alleys and underground had become second homes during his childhood. The path he choose was more guesswork than knowledge and by the time he led them into a dead end he could only hope Lucius was as lost as he was. He paused and let Drake catch up with him.

The other demon braced his arms against his knees, panting. “Think we lost him?”

“Hello, Drake.”

Lucius, along with five more Heretical demons melting out of the shadows. Cole glared at Drake. “I wanted to go to CBGB’s, but you had to insist on the damn disco.”

Drake shrugged and turned his most amiable grin on Lucius. “Lucius! To what do we owe the honor?”

“My mates smell of you, Mercurian.”

“You sure? Could be this new perfume. Hear its all the rage with the ladies on Fifth Avenue.”

Lucius’s cheeks flushed an angry red. “You dishonor my clan and then you have the gall to mock me?”

“Me? Mock? Never.” He paused. “Your wives, on the other hand, might tell a different story.”

Lucius blurred out of sight, shimmering from the end of the alley to Drake, one strong, meaty hand wrapped around Drake’s throat. “Explain to me again why I shouldn’t wrench your head from your shoulders.”

“Love...to,” Drake wheezed. He pawed ineffectively at the fingers crushing his windpipe. “Need...to...breath first.”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Cole placed a hand on Lucius’s arm. “Back off.”

Lucius’s gaze never wavered from Drake. “This doesn’t concern you, Belthazor.”

“Please. Half the Underworld has been in your bed while you were absent from it. Killing Drake won’t make them any more faithful.”

“Thanks...buddy.”

“Shut up, Drake.” He turned back to Lucius, tightening his grip. “Last chance, Lucius. Let it go.”

“I’m not threatened by you, half-breed.” He jerked his head and his friends advanced. Ah, the lackeys. Cole had wondered when they’d come into play. “Kill him slowly.”

Drake grinned. “Should’ve...listened...to him.”

Cole ducked the first fireball thrown at him as Drake kicked out, hitting Lucius squarely between the legs. Lucius stumbled back, dropping Drake, and then Cole had more pressing matters to deal with. He fired off two energy balls which went wide but distracted the Hereticals long enough for him to shimmer behind them. He broke the neck of one and got another with an energy ball. He ducked and rolled under a second gout of flame, sweeping his leg under the closest Heretical. When he went down, Cole grabbed him and used him as a shield against the next barrage of fire. He flung his arms out, and, with precision born of long practice, hit his last two targets with energy balls.

When he looked up, Lucius had Drake on the ground, hands once more wrapped around Drake’s throat. “Stupid little pissant!”

“Pissant…or not...they wouldn’t need...me.” Drake grabbed Lucius’s shirt. “If you...weren’t so...lousy in bed.”

His hand erupted into flame, as did Lucius. Lucius had enough time to look surprised before he was sent screaming on his merry way back to hell.

Silence reigned, punctuated by heavy, labored breathing and a strange sound that Cole finally realized originated from Drake.

He was laughing.

“Did you see that?” Drake said, voice coming out hoarse. “Did you see us? We kicked ass!”

He scrambled to his feet, practically bouncing in place. “Five Heretical demons and you’re not even breaking a sweat! And Lucius - man, I’ve wanted to a shot at that guy for years!” He shadow-boxed an imaginary Lucius. “Yeah, that’s right, who’s a pissant now? You wanna mess with me? Believe me, you-”

Cole grabbed him by the lapels and slammed him against the wall, blocking him in.

“Cole, what-”

“Shut. Up.” Cole pushed him back again. “Do you have an idea the trouble you’ve just brought down on me? The uproar the Brotherhood is going to be in come morning? And you’re standing there like it’s nothing. As if every time you screw up, it isn’t me who has to clean up after you!”

“That’s not-”

“What’s worse, you expect it of me! Like I’ll always be around to take care of your mess! When the hell are you going to stop acting like such goddamn child?”

“Hey, I don’t force you to do anything.” Cole opened his mouth but Drake rushed right on through. “That’s a role you choose for yourself. Know why?” He smiled a lazy sort of smile. “’Cause you like me.”

Drake kissed him.

For a moment, Cole was too shocked to do anything but stand there. Rationality at last reasserted itself and he broke away. “What the hell do you-”

Without warning, Drake reversed their positions and it was Cole hitting the wall hard enough to see stars and feel the brick crack underneath him. He struggled for a moment, but Drake, full-blooded demon even if he didn’t act like one, had always been the stronger of the two.

“Stop. Just...stop.” Drake leaned his forehead against Cole’s, closing his eyes. “You need this. You need to - to feel for a night, alright? Just - just let go for once.”

He kissed Cole again, tongue snaking out, seeking entrance. Cole responded and then it was both of them battling for supremacy of the situation. Drake tried to pull back a bit but Cole growled deep in his throat and hooked his hand through Drake’s belt loops.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Don’t worry,” Drake said. He grasped the growing bulge in Cole’s jeans, eliciting a gasp from the half-demon. He smirked. “Just not overly fond of fucking in alleyways.”

Cole seized him by the hair and yanked him down, kissing with bruising force and shimmering them both to his quarters in the Underworld.

“Not into foreplay?”

“I thought I told you to shut up.”

Kissing, wet and deep, Drake yanking at his shirt, pulling it open and sliding his hands over bare skin. He kissed down Cole’s neck, sucking hard at the juncture along his collarbone. Cole bit his lip and hissed. He fumbled with Drake’s shirt, buttons spilling to the floor and revealing a smooth, perfect chest, heated against his hands. Drake grunted and snapped his fingers. All clothing vanished, leaving them free of remaining constraints.

“Nice trick,” Cole said.

“It’s come in useful once or twice.”

Drake’s hands seemed to be everywhere, one grasping his hair, the other his cock. Cole moaned, bit on Drake’s lip. They performed an odd sort of shuffle to his bed and tumbled onto it, Cole on his back, Drake above him. It felt like Drake wanted everything at once, nipping, licking, kissing all the way down. Pushing himself closer and closer, devouring a little piece of Cole at a time. Cole almost drew him back up, that constant litany of more, more, more reciting in his head but then Drake drew his cock into his mouth and all other thoughts promptly fled.

“N-nine hells...”

So, Drake hadn’t spent recent years just chasing skirts if his prowess at blowjobs was any indication. He nearly swallowed Cole’s full length before pulling back and sucking hard on the tip, massaging the balls. At the second deep throat, Cole nearly jerked off the bed, Belthazor clawing at the edges of his mind, demanding to come out and finish this, grab Drake and pound into him, leaving only blood and sweat on the mattress. The change rippled against his skin when he felt a painful grip against his thighs.

“Don’t.”

God, he has so fucking close and Drake was getting cold feet? “Are you kidding me?”

“Don’t change.” Drake pulled himself up, kissed him fiercely. When he broke it off, Drake was grinning but something unreadable flashed in his eyes. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, remember?”

Cole groaned but beat back on his demonic half. “You’re killing me here.”

Drake shook his hips, rubbed his cock against Cole’s. “I think we’ll figure something out.”

“Goddamn cock tease.”

“Now that you mention it.” Drake snapped his fingers and a bottle of oil appeared. “Any preferred position?”

“Do I look like I care?”

“Good point.”

He dipped his hand in the oil, pulled it out glistening and slipped it under Cole’s ass. A finger slid inside, then two, both hitting right where they needed to. Cole jerked, growled, “Fuck!”

“Not yet.” Cole hauled Drake up by his hair and practically shoved his tongue in his mouth. Drake made a surprised sound that melted into a groan when Cole grabbed his dick. He fondled the head, grabbing the oil and pouring it over them. Drake tried to pull back but Cole kept hold of his neck.

“Now.” He gave another tug on Drake’s dick to emphasize the point.

Drake grunted what he assumed was an affirmative. Cole shifted his legs, tilted his ass, waiting for Drake to reposition himself. Cole nodded and Drake rammed himself home.

Their bodies providing friction for his dick trapped between them and when was the last time he’d been with a man? When was the last time he’d been needed like this by a man or woman? He couldn’t remember, didn’t know, didn’t care because Drake, eyes still open and staring into infinity, had enough need to consume them both.

The end grew closer. No more talking, just grunts and vicious growls, Drake’s dick in him, Drake’s hand pumping his cock. He almost asked what it could be Drake saw beyond him but no words anymore, just bodies speaking to each other and who needed words anyway, who needed to breath, when it was easier to pull Drake down for one searing, beautiful kiss before he was going, going, gone.

Wet warmth between them, in him. Drake fell, tucked his face into Cole’s neck and trembled.

***

Cole woke to an empty bed and sore body. He touched a few finger-shaped bruises by his hip and took a quick inventory of any other inadvertent injuries. He came away with a few more bruises and a couple scratches but nothing to particularly worry about.

He got dressed, waving a hand and letting the inherent magic in the area clean the room. He wandered out into the main chamber and found Drake sitting in a chair he didn’t recall owning, pursuing a copy of...

“Stranger in a Strange Land?”

Drake looked over at him and grinned. “Abuse of religious imagery and Martians. What is there not to like?”

“And the armchair with...are those ducks on the upholstery?”

“Well, you didn’t have one.”

“An armchair or a duck?” Cole held up his hand when Drake opened his mouth. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.” He shook his head. “So, last night. Was that your plan all along?”

“Plan B, at least. Plan A involved those two girls and possibly a whip.” Drake tilted his head. “Does it matter?”

“Not really. Thanks.”

“See, you‘re in a better mood already.”

A flare of fire of fire abruptly appeared, giving way to Raynor. “Belthazor! Triad chambers, now!” He blinked out of existence just as quickly.

Drake raised an eyebrow. “What’s that about?”

“Your report. Or Lucius. Or both. Who knows? I’ll take care of it.”

“Thanks.”

“Hey, I owe you one.”

Cole turned to leave, only to find Drake shimmered in front of him. He seemed on the verge of saying something but kissed Cole instead, a slow, lingering sensation that burned all the way down. Cole blinked. “What was that?”

Drake shrugged, stuck his hands in his pockets and was all affable cool again. “Just wanted to see what it felt like in the morning.”

Cole smirked and punched him lightly in the shoulder. “You don’t have any feelings. See you later.”

He walked away. Drake stared after him, smile slowly fading into something entirely different.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “See ya.”

FIN

New Member Here

tomishaye — Wed, 13 Apr 2005 22:36:04 GMT

Hi everyone, I just joined the charmedslash community today. I'm a Charmed fan, and I love to read slash about the Charmed characters, especially stories about Wyatt & Chris and Chris & Leo, they're my gave slash couple. I can't wait to read some good slash stories in this community. I think I'm gonna like being in this community, lol!

A Word From The Mod.

juanitadark — Sun, 09 Jan 2005 17:40:58 GMT

There will be no further challenges in this community as I don't see that there are enough responses. Feel free to write on whatever takes your fancy.

Fic: Family Emergencies (Prue/Claire, unrequited)

minerva_fan — Sun, 12 Dec 2004 16:58:39 GMT

Hi. I'm relatively new here, and wanted to share a little femmeslash story I wrote. Hope you like it, and I look forward to reading more stories on the group.

Title: Family Emergencies
Author: minerva_fan
Fandom: Charmed
Rating: G
Pairing: Prue/Claire (unrequited)
Summary: It's hard to make connections in the big city.
A/N: A giftfic for elemental_fey

She doesn't see me as she walks into the bar. I doubt she recognizes me. After all, it's been a couple of years.

Prue Halliwell, now a professional photographer. Good for her, I think, as I nurse my rum and Coke. Normally I'd have a glass of wine, but P3 is not a wine kind of bar.

The Halliwell sisters have done well for themselves. I find it a little surprising, considering how much work Prue missed due to those "family emergencies,' but apparently a lack of punctuality doesn't matter as much when running a club.

P3 is one of those enormous behemoth clubs, throbbing music and couples younger than I've ever been, dressed to varying degree in the Hippy Nouveau that passes for fashion these days. Prue wears it, too, hip huggers and a little scrap of cloth pretending to be a halter. Her hair is long, down to her hips, and I'm half reminded of the Haight-Asbury girls from my childhood, stoned out of their minds and filled with a sort of loving kindness I could never quite fathom.

I was born for the mercenary 80s, and this cultural flashback to a kinder time just passes over me. I take another sip of my drink, watching as she greets her sisters. She alone is without a partner; each of her sisters sits in their little alcove with a man obviously devoted to them.

What was that cop's name? Andy. Yes, Andy the Cop, the one who saved her job that time. I didn't know she was dating him, or I might have fired her.

No, I wouldn't have.

He died, didn't he? Killed in the line of duty or something like that.

Is that why she left Buckland? It didn't matter. By the time she made the decision to bail on her chosen profession, I was long gone. I'd done my work; the auction house was back in the black and ready for the new owners to grind it down again through the inevitable mismanagement that always follows a financial reprieve.

I wonder what she'd say if I went up to her, bought her a drink? They don't normally remember me, the employees, or at least they pretend not to remember me. For some reason, I represent a sort of failure. Claire Pryce, Miracle Worker. Claire Pryce, who pulled your ass off the brink of bankruptcy then rode off into the sunset.

No, Prue wouldn't pretend. The mismanagement of Buckland wasn't her fault. In fact, she was truly the only competent employee there. Not that I told her that. She was too unreliable, except when she bothered to show up. Then she was brilliant.

My glass is empty. I motion to the girl behind the bar to give me another, handing her a twenty to do with as she will. I don't intend to get drunk tonight. I just need…something.

The sisters are laughing.

What were all those emergencies about? I never got to ask her. Would she tell me, if I bought her a drink? Would she finally come clean about the mystery of her personal life, over a Long Island Iced Tea or a Vodka Stinger?

Did she love Andy? Does she miss him? Is that why she turned her life around? Because she found out that you don't live forever? That no matter how strong you think you are, how invincible you are, eventually your luck will run out?

I won't think of Heidi tonight, I tell myself, twisting the ring on my left hand. That's old news.

She had long hair, like Prue's, only lighter. She could have pulled off an outfit like that, if she' tried.

Prue Halliwell has stood up, and she's crossing to the bar. Her eyes scan the room, not looking for anyone really, just assessing the situation. She was always doing that, if I recall correctly. Her eyes were always assessing, be it an antique painting or a crowded bar or the face of the lonely woman hired to rescue a drowning auction house from bankruptcy.

Heidi would have been thirty-five today. We would have been together eight years.

I'm being maudlin. I don't know why I've come here.

Prue didn't know, when she knew me, who I was. I made myself unknowable, especially to her, because her smile reminded me of Heidi. Her laughter, and her smart eyes, and her graceful body reminded me so much of Heidi it made my stomach hurt sometimes.

Maybe I should just go home. It's been two years, two years and half a dozen floundering companies needing to be rescued. Prue Halliwell has moved on, and I'm just being stupid. I'm acting like some deranged, grieving stalker, some idiotic woman who just wants to remember what might have been.

"Claire?"

Prue is at my side. She's looking at me, remembering me, smiling at me.

"Claire Pryce?" she repeats.

I nod, catching my breath as my throat clenches around the swallow I just took. I cover my mouth with my hand, nodding awkwardly.

She smiles at me, and my heart breaks into a million shards. "I thought I recognized you," she continues with her Heidi-not-Heidi smile. "How are you?"

What can I say to her? I'm lonely, my mind screams. I'm lost in this enormous city with my future buried three years now and nothing but a career to act as family and lover. I'm jealous of you, your sisters and your energy. I'm attracted to you, in ways that may or may not be entirely healthy. I'm scared, because all the connections that ever meant anything to me are gone, and I don't seem to be replacing them as quickly or effectively as I should.

I smile, shrugging. "I'm fine," I hear my voice lie. "Just stopped in after work," I add, nodding towards the dance floor, jammed with people enjoying the music. "You've done well for yourself."

She nods, a small self-deprecating thing that indicates she's really proud, but doesn't want to take the credit. "Can I buy you a drink?" she asks.

I nod, and we sit for a moment, talking about nothing as we drink together. It's nice, I think, talking to this lovely young woman who probably doesn't know what her nearness is doing to me. I wonder if she's psychic? If she lays a hand on mine, would she know instinctively how much I want to know her? To ask her those stupid questions that only lovers seem to find interesting?

I think I'm getting drunk. I should go, but I sit and stare at her beautiful face, her kind eyes. She's being polite, I know. She owes me nothing. I want to touch her hair, to tell her how lovely it is long, but I just keep drinking.

I'll take a cab home. I give her my card. That way, I can expense the cab at least. Maybe you could give me a call, if you ever need financial advise.

She takes it, grinning. Her younger sister, Phoebe, is standing at the other end of the bar, motioning frantically. Prue's smile fades almost immediately, and she stands to leave. "Um, I have to go," she starts.

"Family emergency?" I prompt. At her nod, I add, "Nice to know some things never change."

She laughs as she turns away, saying, "Come by anytime, Claire. It was good seeing you again."

And she's gone. That's it. No declaration of intent, no negation of future meetings, just goodbye. I look at my drink. I don't want it anymore. I leave a five out of my change on the counter for the bartender and head for the door. One last look towards the alcove shows the Halliwell sisters huddled together, with the two boyfriends joining in a heated conversation.

Family emergencies, I think sadly, then head out into the cool San Francisco night.

End

New Challenge: #7

juanitadark — Wed, 24 Nov 2004 03:49:40 GMT

I'm doubling this challenge up from charmeddrabble.

Use all or three of the words:

supply -- hopeful -- equivalent -- bright

in your next fic.

Challenge ends: 11th December.

Sorry it's been so long!

Challenges #4, #5 & #6.

cieux — Sat, 02 Oct 2004 16:49:33 GMT

Title: Through the Looking Glass.
Characters: Prue, Phoebe, mentions others.
Challenge(s): I’m hoping this can cover TtLG, dancing and a kiss! :P
Spoilers: I don’t think so – it turned out fairly general.
MSWord Count: 1,100.
Author Note: I wish I had something witty and intelligent to say in my author notes, there are people out there who manage, but nope, not me, I just ramble, heh. A little slashy between Prue & Phoebe, no surprise there!

---

After their encounter with Aviva and the evil witch in the mirror, Phoebe found it hard to look at mirrors in the same way again. It brought back memories… she remembered being a child and thinking that through the mirrors lay wonderful, magical worlds just begging to be explored. She’d imagined getting lost in the mirror – running away from Grams’ rules and from the sisters that always seemed to be teaming up against her – into a world of her own creation. To her surprise she started to see shapes in the mirror and the longer she spent honing the skill, letting her mind drift – and her psychic inner-eye open, though she didn’t know it at the time – the clearer they became, until they resolved into familiar faces. It had been scary at first and even scarier when she started to feel like she was feeling the mirror-Phoebe’s feelings as she watched events unfold. Those memories of her childhood remained crystal clear, even her sisters’ mocking though it didn’t hurt anymore; they’d been children and it was all in the past, irrelevant now.

As a pre-teen she’d become obsessed with her mirrors, spending hours staring into the reflective surfaces. She didn’t see her own reflection, as other people did, she saw her mirror-people moving around, living their lives with her as their witness. It was kind of like being in a trance, letting her mind drift until she almost merged with the version of herself she saw in the mirror-world. She’d only once tried to tell her sisters what she saw and they’d teased her for months as a result. Even Grams had only seemed to take a minor interest.

When anyone commented on little Phoebe’s obsession with mirrors, Grams called it ‘Through the Looking Glass’ syndrome, with a roll of her eyes and a dismissive shrug. The first time she did it, it stung, and after that Phoebe simply tried to keep it to herself.

When she was ten, her mirror worlds consisted of just her and her parents. She imagined taking trips with them, waking up to her mom making breakfast and her dad dropping her off at school on his way to work. She just wanted a normal life; she loved Grams and her sisters but Grams wasn’t the same as Mom and her sisters were always so mean. Sometimes she included her sisters – or saw her sisters – but it was okay, because they were nicer to her in the mirror-world.

When she was twelve, Grams told her that it was time she stopped her daydreaming and started interacting with people in this world. Little Phoebe was confused, because just before that Grams had seemed interested in her mirror-worlds; asking her questions and taking an interest in the details, wanting to know what she saw and how clearly. Grown-ups… even at twelve, Phoebe couldn’t work them out. She bet Prue could have, Prue was practically a grown up herself.

When she hit her teens and entered her leather-jacket-and-silver-spikes rebellion phase, she saw a different family altogether, one that understood her. She had sisters in that mirror-world too and sometimes they were Prue and Piper, sometimes they looked different and so did she. She was the adored younger sister in those worlds, best friends with her sisters at a time when their relationship was falling apart in the ‘real world’. Grams kept lecturing her about her mirrors; so teenage Phoebe took to visiting her worlds only at night, when she was alone.

When she first came back to San Francisco she didn’t use the mirrors. She’d stopped when she went to New York, determined to leave all the pieces of her old life behind, but when she and Prue argued – though they didn’t argue often, they still managed to annoy each other when Piper wasn’t around to mediate – she picked up her old habits again. The worlds from her childhood didn’t appear anymore, instead she saw worlds where she and Prue got along, tied together through family, blood and their Charmed sister-connection.

With her witchy heritage acknowledged, she had access to relevant information and she looked up mirror-worlds. The Book of Shadows informed her there were infinite other timelines and several accounts stated that witches with a talent for premonition had sometimes been able to tap into them, to see what was happening. She didn’t find anything documented that described her situation entirely, but it gave her a better idea how her world’s worked and how they’d worked as a child. Her magical gifts had always been hovering on the edge of her life.

When Prue died, her purpose changed. Then she used the mirrors to see a world where her sister still existed, where she hadn’t left them and they were still all together. She loved Paige, but no one could ever replace Prue for her and she knew that deep down, Piper felt the same. They would never admit it to Paige, because it wouldn’t be fair to her, but there was still a gap in their lives where Prue had been and Paige couldn’t quite fill it.

Now, sometimes, when she lets herself, she visits a world where her best-kept secret isn’t a secret and her more-than-sisterly love for Prue is returned and accepted. She sees a world where they go to dinner and then out dancing; their bodies moving against each other in time with the music; teasing touches igniting flames of desire. They dance to fast songs and slow songs and then they go home, smile at Piper and Leo as they catch up on their days and then go upstairs, where the night only begins with the first touch of their lips.

She always watches as far as their kiss, losing herself in the mirror-world she’s never fully understood, letting the sensation of the kiss wash over her. She never got to feel those things with Prue because she knew, deep down, that her world and her life wasn’t like her mirror-worlds. Prue would have hated her for it, she’s almost positive.

Fear of rejection kept her silent until it was too late for her to do anything about it; she’d spent enough years without having her sisters as sisters and she didn’t want to experience it again. A part of her will always be mourning Prue’s absence and the mirror makes it easier. Through the looking glass, Prue will always be waiting for her.

It’s a rare, guilty pleasure; her own personal escape that she never really wants to have to give up. It’s her secret and one she intends to keep.

(It's a little rough -- apologies!)

Challenge #6

juanitadark — Fri, 01 Oct 2004 00:31:51 GMT

Yes, I know what I said before but:

For the new challenge your story must include a kiss.

Sounds simple enough to me.

Ends October 31st and everyone is free to do previous or non-challenges.

Challenge #5

juanitadark — Mon, 06 Sep 2004 12:56:00 GMT

Oops, deadline deader than usual. Okay, next challenge is:

Dancing

Use it any way you like - metaphorically, comically, flashback, in passing - any way.

Deadline is 27th September 2004.