Charmed Again (CHMD,XO,CC,TEEN) (Complete)
Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2004 5:49 pm
Winner - Round 10

Piper
Winner - Round 8


Title: Charmed Again
Author: Buffsteraddict
Rating: TEEN
Disclaimer: None of the Roswell or Charmed character's belong to me, they belong to Jason Katims, Fox, Upn, ect.
Category: Roswell/Charmed crossover
Couples: M/L, A/I, CC
Summary: (Repost) Piper and Phoebe are devastated by the loss of their sister, Prue. In frustration and despair, Piper casts a spell to summon a lost witch and bring back Prue. The spell works, but not as intended.A lost witch is is found-heir to a shocking Halliwell family secret.
Author's notes: This is a Repost, I posted this fic as Dreamer_forever13 a while back and I tought of reposting this story. I tought it would make a good fic. A big thanks to Traitor for the banner! It looks so amazing!
Roswell: Takes at the end of season two right after Alex's death. More specifically during the episode 'It's too late, And it's too bad'. Liz doesn't leave for Sweden to continue her investigation and Max and Tess don't sleep together and she doesn't get pregnant.
Charmed: Takes place at the beginning of season 4, right after Prue's death.

Runner up for Best Portrayal of a Crossover Character (Piper) Round 8
Prologue
Piper Halliwell began to chant. Her voice was scratchy and tear-choked. Her brimming eyes veered in and out of focus as she stared intently at the flickering candle flame.
''Hear now the words of the witches,
The secrets we hid in the night,
The oldest of Gods are invoked here,
The great work of magic is sought...''
As she prepared to say the last words, she felt her heart constrict with pleading. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, begging the elders for their help.
''In this night and this hour,
I call upon the Ancient Power,
Bring back my sister,
Bring back the power of three.''
Piper drew a deep, shuddering breath before she slowly opened her eyes. Despite the spell, she was alone. There was nothing in the attic apart from the usual cast-off furniture, old pictures and toys- remnants of Piper's childhood spent in the looming Victorian mansion in San Fransisco.
Piper's head still spun at the memory of it all, altough the memory was still fuzzy. She remembered Shax, The Source's latest assasin- bursting into their homes. With a concussive blast, he'd sent both her and Prue hurtling trough a wall. They'd broken clear trough plaster, wood beams, and siding, landing on the grass near death.
A sob escaped Piper's troat. The idea of a lifetime, an eternity, without her sister.It was too painful to bear.
There has to be something, She tought, pushing all of her tought's away, she re-opened the book of shadows and began scanning the pages. She froze when she finally spotted a phrase at the top of one of the pages: To call a lost witch.
She quickly grabbed the sliver bowl from her left and and then started selecting the needed herbs for the potion.
''Rosemary,'' She muttered, breaking off a fragrant sprig of the plant. ''Yarrow root...cypress.''
Piper quickly measured out each herb and tossed it into the bowl. Then she reached for the athame. Clutching it so hard her knuckles turned white, she stared into the bowl.
''Powers of the witches rise,'' She began, her speech softened now by the weariness.
''Course unseen across the skies.
Come to us who call you near,
Come to us and settle here.''
Unflinchingly, Piper thrust her right index finger over the bowl and pricked it with the athame. Blood oozed out of her fingers and over the dried herbs.
''Blood to blood I summon thee,'' She chanted, squeezing drop after drop of her blood into the bowl. ''Blood to blood return to me.''
She immediately felt a small breeze cross her brow, barely lifting her long, silky brown hair off her shoulders. There was clearly some magic in the air, but it was nearly enough to bring her sister back to life.
As she watched the candle flicker and dim, Piper began to feel the remnants of her hopes begin to die. She squeezed her tired eyes shut and let her head drop into her hands.
''Piper...''
Piper slowly opened her eyes and peered over the candle. Someone was coming through the attic door and emerging from the shadows.
''Sweetie,''
Piper's shoulder's slumped. It was Phoebe, who was wearing blue silk pygamas and looking exhausted.
''It's four o'clock in the morning,'' Phoebe said, crossing over to Piper. ''Piper, your bleeding.''
Phoebe quickly reached among the herbs and grabbed a handkerchief and wrapped it around Piper's finger.
''I don't understand why magic can't fix this, why it can't bring Prue back.'' She said plaintively. ''I mean, it's not like we've never cheated death before. Why does this time have to be any different?''
''Leo can't heal the dead,'' Phoebe said quietely. ''You know that.''
Piper snatched her hand away from Phoebe. She began to flip through The Book of Shadows again. ''So, there's other magic, magic we've used before.''
Piper skimmed from page to page, listing some of the many spells available to them.
''Reversing time, calling for a lost witch, scrying.'' Piper said. ''But none of it's working all of a sudden. It's like if the books deserted us. Deserted Prue. And I don't understand why.''
Phoebe reached over The Book of Shadows and gently took it from Piper's hand. She took her other hand in her own. ''We lost our sister, Piper,'' She said, holding back her own tears. ''How can we ever understand that?We've tried every magical way possible to bring her back. But we can't. She's gone.''
At the words, Piper felt a pain that was almost physical. Yet another gush of tears welled up in her tired eyes. Through blurred vision, she saw Phoebe start to cry as well.
''I just thank God I didn't lose you, too,'' Phoebe said, wrapping her arms around Piper's shoulder. Sobs wracked Piper's body. She's never known something could hurt that badly.
Finally, Phoebe pulled away and gazed into her sister's eyes. ''Come on,'' She said, pulling Piper to her feet. ''We'd better get some rest. Prue will never forgive us if we look bad at her funeral.''
Piper couldn't help but smile. Leave it to Phoebe to lighten the mood. She rested her head on Phoebe's shoulder as they walked towards the attic door. A moment before she left the room, she sensed a breeze behind her, one of those faint, supernatural rustling's that had teased her all night. She had an impulse to take one last peek into the attic. But, no..Phoebe was right. Prue was gone. And there was nothing they could do to change that.

Piper
Winner - Round 8


Title: Charmed Again
Author: Buffsteraddict
Rating: TEEN
Disclaimer: None of the Roswell or Charmed character's belong to me, they belong to Jason Katims, Fox, Upn, ect.
Category: Roswell/Charmed crossover
Couples: M/L, A/I, CC
Summary: (Repost) Piper and Phoebe are devastated by the loss of their sister, Prue. In frustration and despair, Piper casts a spell to summon a lost witch and bring back Prue. The spell works, but not as intended.A lost witch is is found-heir to a shocking Halliwell family secret.
Author's notes: This is a Repost, I posted this fic as Dreamer_forever13 a while back and I tought of reposting this story. I tought it would make a good fic. A big thanks to Traitor for the banner! It looks so amazing!
Roswell: Takes at the end of season two right after Alex's death. More specifically during the episode 'It's too late, And it's too bad'. Liz doesn't leave for Sweden to continue her investigation and Max and Tess don't sleep together and she doesn't get pregnant.
Charmed: Takes place at the beginning of season 4, right after Prue's death.

Runner up for Best Portrayal of a Crossover Character (Piper) Round 8
Prologue
Piper Halliwell began to chant. Her voice was scratchy and tear-choked. Her brimming eyes veered in and out of focus as she stared intently at the flickering candle flame.
''Hear now the words of the witches,
The secrets we hid in the night,
The oldest of Gods are invoked here,
The great work of magic is sought...''
As she prepared to say the last words, she felt her heart constrict with pleading. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, begging the elders for their help.
''In this night and this hour,
I call upon the Ancient Power,
Bring back my sister,
Bring back the power of three.''
Piper drew a deep, shuddering breath before she slowly opened her eyes. Despite the spell, she was alone. There was nothing in the attic apart from the usual cast-off furniture, old pictures and toys- remnants of Piper's childhood spent in the looming Victorian mansion in San Fransisco.
Piper's head still spun at the memory of it all, altough the memory was still fuzzy. She remembered Shax, The Source's latest assasin- bursting into their homes. With a concussive blast, he'd sent both her and Prue hurtling trough a wall. They'd broken clear trough plaster, wood beams, and siding, landing on the grass near death.
A sob escaped Piper's troat. The idea of a lifetime, an eternity, without her sister.It was too painful to bear.
There has to be something, She tought, pushing all of her tought's away, she re-opened the book of shadows and began scanning the pages. She froze when she finally spotted a phrase at the top of one of the pages: To call a lost witch.
She quickly grabbed the sliver bowl from her left and and then started selecting the needed herbs for the potion.
''Rosemary,'' She muttered, breaking off a fragrant sprig of the plant. ''Yarrow root...cypress.''
Piper quickly measured out each herb and tossed it into the bowl. Then she reached for the athame. Clutching it so hard her knuckles turned white, she stared into the bowl.
''Powers of the witches rise,'' She began, her speech softened now by the weariness.
''Course unseen across the skies.
Come to us who call you near,
Come to us and settle here.''
Unflinchingly, Piper thrust her right index finger over the bowl and pricked it with the athame. Blood oozed out of her fingers and over the dried herbs.
''Blood to blood I summon thee,'' She chanted, squeezing drop after drop of her blood into the bowl. ''Blood to blood return to me.''
She immediately felt a small breeze cross her brow, barely lifting her long, silky brown hair off her shoulders. There was clearly some magic in the air, but it was nearly enough to bring her sister back to life.
As she watched the candle flicker and dim, Piper began to feel the remnants of her hopes begin to die. She squeezed her tired eyes shut and let her head drop into her hands.
''Piper...''
Piper slowly opened her eyes and peered over the candle. Someone was coming through the attic door and emerging from the shadows.
''Sweetie,''
Piper's shoulder's slumped. It was Phoebe, who was wearing blue silk pygamas and looking exhausted.
''It's four o'clock in the morning,'' Phoebe said, crossing over to Piper. ''Piper, your bleeding.''
Phoebe quickly reached among the herbs and grabbed a handkerchief and wrapped it around Piper's finger.
''I don't understand why magic can't fix this, why it can't bring Prue back.'' She said plaintively. ''I mean, it's not like we've never cheated death before. Why does this time have to be any different?''
''Leo can't heal the dead,'' Phoebe said quietely. ''You know that.''
Piper snatched her hand away from Phoebe. She began to flip through The Book of Shadows again. ''So, there's other magic, magic we've used before.''
Piper skimmed from page to page, listing some of the many spells available to them.
''Reversing time, calling for a lost witch, scrying.'' Piper said. ''But none of it's working all of a sudden. It's like if the books deserted us. Deserted Prue. And I don't understand why.''
Phoebe reached over The Book of Shadows and gently took it from Piper's hand. She took her other hand in her own. ''We lost our sister, Piper,'' She said, holding back her own tears. ''How can we ever understand that?We've tried every magical way possible to bring her back. But we can't. She's gone.''
At the words, Piper felt a pain that was almost physical. Yet another gush of tears welled up in her tired eyes. Through blurred vision, she saw Phoebe start to cry as well.
''I just thank God I didn't lose you, too,'' Phoebe said, wrapping her arms around Piper's shoulder. Sobs wracked Piper's body. She's never known something could hurt that badly.
Finally, Phoebe pulled away and gazed into her sister's eyes. ''Come on,'' She said, pulling Piper to her feet. ''We'd better get some rest. Prue will never forgive us if we look bad at her funeral.''
Piper couldn't help but smile. Leave it to Phoebe to lighten the mood. She rested her head on Phoebe's shoulder as they walked towards the attic door. A moment before she left the room, she sensed a breeze behind her, one of those faint, supernatural rustling's that had teased her all night. She had an impulse to take one last peek into the attic. But, no..Phoebe was right. Prue was gone. And there was nothing they could do to change that.