Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell or Charmed or anything linked to them.
Category: Charmed/Roswell crossover
Rating: ADULT
Pairings: Liz/Chris, Piper/Leo, Wyatt/?, Phoebe/Coop, Paige/Henry, Michael/Maria.
Summary: Liz is the twiced-blessed heir to the Murray-Parker coven. When Liz's parents are killed by demons her powers are unbound and Paige is assigned to be her new whitelighter. It is decided that Liz will attend magic school where the next generation resides and sparks between the Parker and Halliwell lineage will ignite.
Chapter Twenty-One
Liz thudded to the ground with a solid impact. Harsh, putrid sulfur scented the air, and Liz gagged for breath, eyes watering. Opening her eyes more widely while gritting against the pain, Liz turned her head to the side, digging her fingers into the dirt floor of the dank cavern- searching for her kidnapper.
Bianca stood lithe and cool several feet away, her face devoid of expression and emotion. Liz studied the other woman for the first time in person. Caramel colored hair; taller than average height; curvaceous figure; leather apparel that was tightly fitted; a beautifully exotic face that had deep set eyes; and a less than innocent mouth that was curving in smug pride. Flashes of her kissing Chris filled Liz’s mind, and it was enough to get Liz on her feet, and at less of a disadvantage.
“Do you recognize where we are?” Bianca taunted slightly. It seemed natural that this woman, so dangerous by nature, existed in such a place- dark, tainted, and overwhelming.
“The underworld. Why did you take me?” Liz cut through the small talk, she knew something was going on, and she had a deep urge to call out for someone, but held her tongue- remembering that this woman was an assassin. A shiver ran down Liz’s spin as a trail of suspenseful tingles creep down her spine.
“I’m not going to kill you. You’re here because Chris wouldn’t listen to me. I have to get a message across, and you seem to be my only option.” Bianca moved closer, shortening the space that separated them. Her eyes studied Liz in turn, taking in her face, her body, and a more penetrating stare lanced Liz, almost as if she were being sized up.
“So what’s your message?” Liz decided to play along; she didn’t know how she was going to get out of this situation, but the need to remain in control was prevalent above her baser instincts.
“The Source is being replaced. His personal assassin, Tektra, killed him days ago; the throne of power is open, and the underworld is in upheaval. Tektra forms factions, but he doesn’t assume power- that’s never been his style. Someone close to Chris is working with him, I just don’t know who. Somehow you are a part of this mess.”
Holding her breath, Liz waited for Bianca to continue, crossing her arms defensively. A million possibilities were rolling through her mind: faces, names, and everything that the goddess, Nut, had said came to the forefront.
“Why are you telling me this? Chris told me what happen between the two of you years ago; why help now?” An emotion flitted over Bianca’s face, and Liz knew that look, she herself had worn it after she had “slept” with Kyle. It was remorse. Longing. Sorrow. It was a look of redemption.
“Chris didn’t deserve what I did to him. I-” Liz watched the woman before her struggle for control. “I don’t want his life to be fucked up, not when I know I can help him. I loved him. I didn’t realize it until it was too late because I’d never known what it was supposed to feel like, what it was supposed to be like. I’m trying to fix what I did wrong all those years ago.”
“Why now?”
“Because I was visited by someone of great power. They told me that this is my chance to save him, and myself. This is for you.” Bianca bent low and tugged her pants up a bit, removing a bejeweled dagger from its hiding place. Liz’s eyes widened, and she stepped back in fear.
“I thought you said you weren’t-”
“I’m not. This is the Dagger of Truth, it was given to me to give to you. When you stab someone with it, it will paralyze them, and every word that comes from them until you remove it will be the truth. Demon, human, witch- it works on all of us.” Liz glanced from the outstretched hand holding out the dagger to the face of the woman holding it.
With a sudden leap of faith, Liz took hold of the dagger and freed it from Bianca’s grasp. The other woman seemed to be withdrawing quickly, the fountain of information drying up. Liz felt the weight of the weapon in her hand, and noticed that the intricacies of the dagger’s handle were much like that of the Mirror of Fate. Obviously the two were linked.
“How did you get-” Before Liz could finish her sentence, Chris orbed in out of nowhere, and tackled Bianca to the ground sending rocks skittering to and fro. Liz watched frozen in place while Chris and Bianca fought on the cave floor, both striking out erratically. Chris seemed to have gained the upper hand, straddling Bianca, and choking her with unceasing pressure. Unsure of what to do, Liz focused on Chris and lifted him into the air, tossing him as lightly as she could a few yards away, dust and debris kicking up in a cloud of filth.
“Chris stop!” Liz shouted, moving to his side, hoping she hadn‘t injured him. Without thought, Chris pushed Liz aside, ready to maim Bianca, but together Liz and Chris watched her shimmer away.
“Damn it, Liz! She could have killed you. What were you thinking? Why did you throw me?” Chris stormed, pushing to his feet and smudging dirt on his cheeks unknowing, then taking her up into his grasp.
“She was trying to help, Chris. She gave me this.” Liz carefully brought the dagger between them, and explained what Bianca had said. Their earlier argument forgotten.
“I don’t know if it actually works, but I don’t see what she would gain from lying to us about it. Have you ever heard of it?” Liz prayed he had some answer.
Chris held the dagger in the palm of his hand, examining it; then she shook his head in answer to her question, both feeling unsure of what to think.
The smell Liz had choked upon arrival was dulling in her nose, but the drafty discomfort of their unfortunate surroundings had her shivering. “Chris how did you find me?”
“I came to your room and you weren’t there. I noticed one of Bianca’s rings on the floor- I scryed for you.” Stopping his examination, Chris looked into Liz’s eyes, and noticed that they had softened. “Bianca came to me last night, Liz. I tried kicking her out and she threw me on the bed. I didn’t kiss her, she kissed me; what you saw you misunderstood.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me that?” Liz wondered aloud, thinking that a lot of what had passed between them could have been avoided had he bothered to say anything. Another silent part of her recognized the fact that she probably had been, nor would have been receptive to what he had to say at the time; the emotions had been too raw for her to control.
“You weren’t listening to me. I would’ve told you even if you hadn’t seen it, but you left.” The sincerity in his eyes won her over, and Liz allowed him to kiss her.
“Can we leave, I’m not comfortable here.” Liz asked after pulling away and running her hands up and down the length of her arms to warm them. Without replying, Chris wrapped her in his arms, and together they orbed away.
When they came to a halt, Liz realized that they weren’t back at her room, they were in the manor. No one was in sight from where they stood near the staircase on the first floor, and that didn’t seem to matter as Chris guided Liz up the stairs toward the attic. Reaching the door, Chris paused to turn the knob and let go of Liz’s hand as he moved to the bookstand. Lorelei was seated on one of the lounge chairs by the broad attic windows when Liz and Chris barged in, and glanced up in surprise and confusion. Her soft expressive eyes turned on them as Liz moved further into the room, nearing her.
“Hi Chris. Liz. What are you doing here?” Lorelei inquired, laying down the book she had been reading prior to their interruption.
“I’m not sure.” Liz stated, glancing curiously at where Chris was flipping through the Charmed Book of Shadows, and then at the Dagger of Truth. Redirecting her attention to Lorelei, Liz smiled. “How are things at the shelter?”
“Good. We recently had a woman in her thirties show up with her two kids- the first six and the other eight- it turns out that her husband started abusing them a couple years ago, and she had only recently come to terms with her failed marriage. The six year old, Carrie, had been thrown into a closet door, and fractured her elbow. Good news is that there is solid proof that will allow Hannah, the wife, to take him to trial for divorce, custody, child support, and a restraining order- Bella’s company is handling the case.” Lorelei’s kind eyes held a sense of happiness that Liz envied, but returned in kind.
“That’s good. I’m glad to hear things worked out. Not everybody gets a happy ending.” Liz said, her own thoughts straying to Max, Zan, and Tess.
“You would be surprised how many women at the shelter feel otherwise; they refuse to let ill beginnings affect their present and future.” Wise words from someone so young.
“I found it.” Chris proclaimed, looking up with fervor, and calling Liz to his side. She wondered what he was going on about, and came to stand beside him.
“That’s my dagger.” Liz said. The depiction was realistic and detailed, down to the gleam of the jewels in the handle, and the convoluted etchings.
“The Dagger of Truth- a symbol of great power and a tool of great good. Forged by the war god, Ares, and blessed by the god Apollo- high lord of truth. It is also said- though never heard of before- the Egyptian goddess, Ma’at, placed jewels in the hilt of the dagger. The jewels were fragments of stars that the goddess Nut was known to bestow on great warriors of the night, and Ma’at took the gems imbuing them with her honesty to ensure the dagger would work without fail. The combining of Greek and Egyptian polytheism to create such a treasure is the likes of which none have heard before. The existence of such an object has never been proven.” Chris’s voice held the same reverent and awed tone that Wyatt’s had when he had told the story about the mirror, and again Liz was struck with a sense of tremendous responsibility.
“I’ve never heard of gods from different cultures and religions working together.” Lorelei’s sweet voice intruded on Liz and Chris’s individual musings.
“It’s surprising, but we have to see passed that. This is an amazing opportunity. This dagger is going to be useful.” Chris stated, excitement coloring his tone.
“But I have to stab someone with it for the dagger to work!” Liz exclaimed, the idea abhorrent somehow. In spite of all her powers, and the fact that she had indeed killed demons, and wounded others, the idea of stabbing someone seemed brutal.
“The truth is painful.” Liz’s eyes met Lorelei’s, and despite the cliché, Liz knew that she was right.
“You won’t be stabbing good people, Liz. You could use this against demons, it could help you. It could help us.” Chris gestured to Liz, and then to himself, and Lorelei. Logically it made sense, that the dagger be used on demons, and in the end Liz knew that if it came down to it, she would utilize all of her resources.
Holding out her hand, Liz waited for Chris to hand over the dagger, and he did so without reluctance, or resistance. “I know you’re right, but I’m still new to this.”
“Great courage comes in moments of great faith.” Lorelei responded. Liz was struck again by Lorelei’s duality- wisdom and optimism; they had seemed opposites to Liz for a long time. Usually the more a person learns, the more they became jaded, or as some might call it “realistic”, but Lorelei seemed to hold on to both without compromising either.
“I’m really tired. I think I should get back to my room at Magic school.” Liz tried for a smile, and managed due impart to Lorelei’s broad one.
“It was nice seeing you again.”
“You too. Chris?” Liz turned to him, and Chris took her in his arms orbing them away.
Back in her room, Liz wrapped the dagger in a black, silk scarf, and placed it in her trunk. Chris stood leaning against her door, arms crossed, still covered in dirt, his expression admiring. Liz stripped off her clothes and used her wash stand to rinse off the dirt on her hands and the smudges on her face. She was in her underwear, reaching for her robe as Chris also having cleaned himself, wrapped his hands around her waist, hugging her back against a masculine chest.
“You are incredibly sexy.” The husky whisper thrilled Liz, and she turned in his arms- robe forgotten.
“I missed you today, even when I was angry with you.” Liz confessed, arms linking behind his neck.
“Where were you?” Came her muttered reply as Chris lavished attention on her neck.
“I ran into Henry Jr., he took me to this dojo in Santa Fe. I trained for a while.” Beneath her fingers Chris stilled, his lips pausing before moving up to her cheek.
“Anything else?” The almost kiss between Liz and Jordan came to mind, and she bit her lip.
“Jordan came by to talk to me about something. He’s been helping me with something.” Liz pulled back a bit to look up into Chris’s eyes. “I didn’t know, but he sort of has a crush on me, and he tried to kiss me.”
Emotions clouded Chris’s eyes, but he didn’t say anything.
“I stopped him before he could, and he was embarrassed. It was shortly after he left that Bianca grabbed me from behind.” Liz felt Chris’s hands dance along the exposed skin of her back, and she arched into him slightly.
“Do you-” He paused. “Do you like Jordan?”
“No! I mean, I like him as a friend- very much, but not in that way. I’m in love with you, Chris. I told you because in light of the Bianca mix up, I didn’t want their to be any secrets between us.” Something in her words relaxed him, and Chris went back to kissing her, this time capturing her lips in a demandingly harsh kiss. All of her breath was gone, her words disappeared, and everything in her responded to the feel of his lips, hands, and body.
Their clothes were gone fast, in the frenzy of their hunger, and Chris laid her back on the bed. Every kiss, every touch, every breath caused pleasurable sighs between the two. Liz felt her control spiraling away; the thought that Chris wanted her and only her- the idea that he found her sexy, urged her questing hands. When her left hand grasped his swollen member, squeezing it lightly to elicit a moan, Chris’s mouth broke from hers. In retribution, his mouth covered a pert nipple, and teasingly he tortured her- sending shocks of pleasure and desire spiking through her.
Beyond waiting, beyond content, Liz gripped him more tightly, and in a moment of selfish need, she placed him at her entrance, and thrust up to meet him- taking him wholly into her core. Gasping in shock of her own ministrations, Liz created a rapid rhythm between them. His hands dug into the mattress around her body as he thrust uninhibited into her heat, rocking her roughly into the bed. They had never made love so fiercely, with such abandonment.
Liquid electricity ran in her veins, stunning her senses, shocking her nerves- pulsing everywhere at once, and rippling as one to pool in her heated lower abdomen. Gasping for breath, Liz clung to him as Chris drove her higher, pushing her almost to her peek. His breath, her breath, neither could tell the difference as their lips met in a sparking kiss that had both their bodies clenching in searing delight.
Liz’s hips worked to keep pace with the breathtaking cadence of their bodies. Tearing her mouth away from his, Liz screamed Chris’s name as she came pulsing around him. While he continued to pump furiously into her, her legs held even more tightly around his waist, clinging to him, tethering herself to her body by means of his. The rush of her liquid pleasure seemed to go on for ages, and when she thought it would end, Chris would renew her desire, and drive her to the peek over and over. Losing count of how far and how many times her desire was fueled and sated, Liz was overwhelmed when she finally felt his already turgid member swell inside of her and release his own peek deep within her, crying out to her as he stilled.
The surreal world around them swam with new color and life, a painting of fantasy, and erotic enjoyment. The weight of him coming to rest against her chest had Liz running unsteady hands down his back. Their panting slowed as their bodies regained equilibrium, but somewhere deep inside of Liz everything had changed.
The enormity of her feelings for Chris, the way he made her feel even when he wasn’t around hit her. Neither Bianca nor Jordan had managed to truly shake their relationship. Her anger during her training had been at the situation, not at Chris. She had felt small and hurt, but nowhere in that misunderstood time when they were apart had she felt anything less for him. With him buried deep inside of her, Liz knew what she wanted for the rest of her life, for the rest of forever- and it was him.
“I love you.” She whispered, almost afraid their perfect dream would shatter, that their moment would be gone too soon, but she was overcome with emotion, and tears glittered like diamonds in her eyes.
“I love you too.” Chris replied, leaning up on one elbow, and then moving to lift his weight off of her, and withdraw from her body.
“Don’t, this is perfect.” Liz breathed, clutching at him. It was then that he noticed her tears.
“Liz?”
“I could live forever in this moment and nothing else would matter.” She said, a tear cascading down her flushed cheeks.
“Forever?” He asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face, and staring into her eyes.
“Forever.” His kiss was soft and thankful, worshiping and appreciative. When he leaned back again to look at her, there was something in his eyes.
“Promise me.” He said.
“I promise.” They embraced each other again, neither speaking, neither moving, and hoped that forever was more than a promise.
Author's Note: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews. I appreciate all the reviews, and I'm so glad that Beyond Destiny is so well received. Hope you enjoyed this last chapter. Let me know. EK!
