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27 March 2009 @ 03:17 pm
Charmed/Highlander 1/1  
This fic was written last year for dragonsinger's birthday and I've just been reminded that I never actually posted it here. So this is the first Charmed/Highlander crossover I wrote. *grin*

Disclaimer: None of it belongs to me, not one little bit. Written for entertainment and fun, not profit. No profit made, no harm intended.

The Witch, the Thief, his Sword and her Brother-in-Law

Despite still having feelings for Leslie, Phoebe was instantly attracted to the cute new photographer on the city desk of the newspaper. She felt a strange connection to him, one that was worth investigating. So, one morning, she sidled up to him as he was pouring coffee.

“I’ll take some of that, if you’re pouring,” she said with her most flirtatious smile, holding out her mug. The photographer looked up at her and shot back a kilowatt smile of his own. It was all Phoebe could do not to melt.

“Sure, here you go,” he replied, transferring coffee into Phoebe’s cup. As he poured, he looked into her eyes and Phoebe could see her own desire reflected in his.

“Thanks. I’m Phoebe, by the way,” she managed to say.

“I know who you are, Miss Halliwell, I love your column,” replied the photographer. His hand gently brushed hers as he reached for the creamer. Just a momentary contact, but it was enough to send electricity through Phoebe’s body. She felt a tug that was almost physical; she wanted to pull him toward her and kiss him here and now.

“Really?” Phoebe said, her voice a little too high-pitched. She was blushing, and very nearly giggling. It was almost unnatural the way this guy was flirting with her. She just hoped he wasn’t a Cupid. Or worse.

“Really. Name’s Robert, case you wanted to know,” he informed her, before shooting her another smile that could melt polar icecaps and heading back to his desk.

“Oh, I want to know alright,” Phoebe mumbled lustily, as she watched his retreating figure, her eyes glued to his cute ass.

He clearly worked out, as his sculpted muscles could be seen shifting through the cotton of his tee and his tight jeans. Not too buffed, he certainly wasn’t a Schwarzenegger-type, just a finely honed body. And the face that went with it wasn’t bad either. Boyish good looks, topped with light brown hair that was kept quite short, but long enough to curl slightly.

Phoebe suddenly came to her senses and looked around to make sure nobody was watching her drool session. She casually straightened her hair and headed to her office.

Over the next week or so, the two flirted at the coffee maker, the vending machine, the photocopier, but neither one seemed willing to take the next step: asking the other out. Phoebe was starting to get a little frustrated by Robert’s lack of motivation, yet she didn’t want to make the first move and seem too pushy. She had, after all, begun their first conversation and the rules of engagement dictated that the next move was his.

It was then that Elise asked Phoebe to do her a big favour and cover a charity event. It was possible that Elise had noticed Phoebe’s growing attraction to the young photographer and engineered a situation for the two of them to spend a little time together. But it was far more likely that Elise was just using common sense as the event was, after all, being hosted at P³.

Whatever the motivation had been, Phoebe had accepted the assignment with good grace, and was now stood nervously, waiting for Robert to arrive at the bar and feeling as though they were really going on a date.

“This is ridiculous!” Phoebe said to Piper. “I probably won’t even talk to him that much. Why do I feel so nervous?”

“Well, if he’s that hot hunk of deep dish that just walked through the door, I completely understand,” Piper said with a broad grin. Phoebe looked to the door quickly, but there was nobody there. She looked back to Piper and smacked her arm playfully. Piper laughed.

“Not funny,” Phoebe chastised. Her sister looked contrite, but the smile was still there. Phoebe looked at her watch. “He’s late. I wanted him to get a few shots of the décor before the guests arrive, thought we could use copies for our promotional material.”

“Maybe he had trouble finding a spot?” Piper suggested. Phoebe nodded and was halfway up the stairs before she remembered that he rode a motorcycle. That little bit of information had sealed the deal as far as Phoebe was concerned, mixing just enough badboy in with the sweet charmer she had judged him to be.

Oh well, might as well go look now, she mused.

As she came out onto the street, there was no sign of Robert, but she did spot his bike a block down the street. Curious, she walked toward it and as she drew near she could hear strange noises coming from an alley.

Funny, I could almost swear that sounds like swords clashing, Phoebe thought, and followed the sounds.

Despite everything she’d seen in her life, Phoebe still let out a gasp as she came upon the scene in the alley. Two men were duelling, with swords, in the middle of San Francisco. She thought for a second that they were ghosts, or time-trapped, but the men wore modern clothing. The first was a thin, Asian man, who was using a Chinese blade. The other wielded a medieval sword, and Phoebe gasped again as she realised that the second combatant was Robert.

She watched, transfixed, as the two duelled, swords flashing under the halogen street lighting. She knew she should stop them, or call for Paige and Piper to help, but she was rooted to the spot, the shock of what she was seeing too much for her to process. Questions were racing through her mind. Why did Robert even own a sword? Who was the Asian man? And why was he fighting with her friend in an alleyway? Robert was clearly skilled with a blade, and was doing quite well, parrying the blows directed at him. But he was on the defensive, not the attack, and it was only a matter of time before his opponent found a gap in that defence.

That moment came as Robert decided to take the offensive, bringing his blade up to deliver a slice across his opponent’s chest, but at the same time leaving himself open to attack below. Most would not have countered, as attacking Robert’s open mid-section would leave the attacker’s neck open, but this opponent was fast. He ducked under, thrusting his own blade deep into Robert’s abdomen, before somersaulting away from Robert’s blow.

Dropping his own sword, Robert grasped the hole in his stomach and dropped to his knees. As he fell to his knees, Phoebe was finally able to move, and she ran forward as she cried out,


Not thinking, reacting on instinct, she delivered a high kick to the Asian man’s chest. She landed on the ground in a ready position, but the man took one look at her and ran off down the alley.

“This isn’t over!” he called back as he ran.

Phoebe knelt beside Robert, who was now lying on the floor, breath coming in gasps.

“Hang on, I’ll get help,” she said, stroking his hair. She considered calling an ambulance, but she knew they’d never arrive in time. “Leo!” she called.

The White Lighter orbed in before her and examined the scene.

“Help him, please,” Phoebe asked, indicating Robert. Leo knelt beside the injured man and tried to heal him, but with no success.

“I’m sorry Phoebe, something’s blocking me. I can’t help him,” Leo said, taking Phoebe by the hand and helping her to her feet. “I’m sorry,” he added and looked down at the now lifeless body on the ground.

Phoebe began crying, and Leo pulled her into a hug. After a moment she pulled back and fetched her cellphone from her purse.

“I should call the cops, there’s some lunatic with a sword out there,” Phoebe explained.

“A sword? That’s strange. You mean this wasn’t magical?” Leo asked. Phoebe shook her head.

“Strange, yes. Magical, no. Robert and this other guy were duelling…” she began.

“Duelling? You mean your friend had a sword too?” Leo asked. When Phoebe nodded, Leo laid a hand over her phone. “Then don’t call the police. This is something above mortal law.”

“What are you talking about? Some crazy lunatic just killed my friend!” Phoebe exclaimed. . But as she studied her brother-in-law, she saw that some piece of knowledge had clicked in place for Leo - white lighter business that she knew he wasn’t about to share.

“Just wait. He isn’t dead,” Leo said patiently. “I have to leave; I can’t be here when he wakes. He’ll have questions I’m not allowed to answer. But don’t worry, he’s perfectly safe.”

“But Leo…” Phoebe started, but Leo had already orbed away. “Leo! Get back here and explain!”

But there was no answer from her brother-in-law. She returned her attention to the lifeless form on the ground. No, not lifeless, Leo had said he wasn’t dead.

“He sure looks dead,” Phoebe muttered.

“Appearances can be deceptive,” Robert said with a groan and opened his eyes. He slowly sat up, wincing in pain. Phoebe took a step backwards. He looked at her. “I can explain.”

“You better, buster,” Phoebe said, hands on hips. She knew he wasn’t evil, or Leo wouldn’t have left her with him, but she needed answers and now. She held out a hand to help Robert to his feet. “Just once, I’d like the man I find attractive to be normal and human, is that too much to ask?” she asked herself.

“You think I’m attractive?” Robert said with a grin.

“Did I say that out loud?” Phoebe said sheepishly.

“Wait a minute, what do you mean, human? When have you dated a non-human?” Robert asked incredulously.

“Oh, no. First I ask questions. Then, if I like the answers, I’ll share some of my own. Come on,” Phoebe said marching off down the alley. Robert picked up his sword and followed.

“Where are we going?”

“To P³. I have a feeling my sisters will want to hear what you have to say,” Phoebe answered.

“No, no! Hold up a minute, please,” Robert grabbed her sleeve. “I’ll tell you as much as I can, but I can’t tell your sisters. We only survive through secrecy.”

“We?” Phoebe asked, suspicious. Robert ran his hands through his hair.

“I’ll explain that, I promise. But in private, please,” he asked earnestly.

Phoebe didn’t know why she trusted this man, but for some reason, perhaps purely instinctual, she did. So, instead of taking him to P³, she led him to her car and drove him back to the mansion.

She called Piper to tell her that she was okay and wouldn’t be back to the club for a while. She didn’t speak to him in the car, formulating questions in her mind. Her mind buzzed with a million possible explanations, but none of them made much sense, and all of them equated with Robert being some kind of malignant entity. Leo had made it clear that wasn’t the case, so what exactly was he?

“Okay, spill,” she commanded as she led him into the sitting room. She showed him to a couch, and then sat herself opposite.

“I’m Immortal,” he answered.

“That’s a little shorter than I expected. What kind of immortal being, there are lots. Although I’ve never seen one that looked so human before,” Phoebe said.

“What are you talking about? I am human. I just have a hard time dying,” Robert explained.

“Look, Robert…”

“Robert isn’t my real name. It’s Richie,” he interrupted. Phoebe took a moment to absorb this information, then continued.

“Look, Richie, I don’t know who you think you’re fooling, but I’m no sightseer, no rube. I’m one of the Charmed Ones. Or is that the point? Did you know that all along? Is this some attempt to assassinate us?” Phoebe demanded, standing up. Richie raised his hands in a placatory gesture.

“Hey, look, I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about. But if you want me out of your life, I’m gone. I’ll leave the city, hell, the state, tonight, if that’s what you want,” Richie replied. Phoebe could see his response was genuine, so she sat down again.

“You really don’t know who I am?”

“Beyond ‘Ask Phoebe’? Not a clue. Should I?”

“I’m sorry; I assumed you were a magical creature of some sort. You really are human, aren’t you?” Phoebe said. Richie nodded.

“As far as I know. Although never knew who my…wait a minute, did you just say magical?” Richie said, staring intently at Phoebe. She could practically see the thought ‘crazy lady’ bouncing round his head.

“Oh well, in for a penny…I’m a witch,” she said. Richie snorted with laughter.

“A witch? Listen, Phoebe, you’re cute and all, but…”

“I’m serious. Why should it be hard for you to believe? You’re immortal for pity’s sake!” she said.

“Yes, but you saw me come back from the dead. Can you prove you’re magical?” Richie asked.

“I don’t know. My powers are a little…erratic sometimes,” Phoebe admitted. “But I might be able, if you’ll let me touch you?” she asked. Richie was nervous, but nodded.

Phoebe got up and switched couches, seating herself next to Richie. She reached out her hand and touched his arm.

The vision came with what felt like a bolt of electricity, more painful and shocking than anything Phoebe had ever experienced before. She saw images of Richie’s past and future, then as quickly as they came, they were gone.

“Tessa, she and Mac took you in. She was the closest thing you had to a mother. Oh, but she was shot the same night you became Immortal,” Phoebe said sympathetically. Dumbstruck, Richie could only nod, though his face blanched at the mention of his long dead friend. “My power is visions, usually to help save an innocent.”

“So you don’t cast spells? No potions or cauldron?” Richie asked, covering his surprise and bewilderment with a poor attempt at a joke.

“Oh yes, they’re in the kitchen,” Phoebe replied casually. Richie put his hand to his head.

“Wow, and I thought my life was weird,” he chuckled. Phoebe examined his face.

“So you aren’t freaked out?” she asked.

“A little, I mean who wouldn’t be? But like you said, I’m Immortal. I always suspected that the supernatural did exist,” Richie replied. He was going to continue, but instead he looked deep into Phoebe’s eyes. Phoebe felt that tug that had drawn her to him before, and that electricity that had passed between them when he brushed her hand. He must have felt it too, because he reached out a hand and stroked her cheek, before pulling her in for a kiss. She responded, but then she pulled back.

“Just how old are you? Because, I’ve dated older men before, and it didn’t work out so well,” Phoebe said. Richie chuckled and kissed her again. “That wasn’t an answer,” she chastised playfully.

“I was nineteen when I became Immortal. That was in 1991,” he answered. Phoebe did a quick bit of mental calculation.

No, not too old at all, she thought and smiled seductively before pulling Richie in for another kiss.
Black Rook: Artizelgrachonok on March 27th, 2009 07:39 pm (UTC)
Oh, that really made me smile:). Poor Phoebe, normal guys are in short supply:)
Dragonsinger: Richie/Paigedragonsinger on March 27th, 2009 08:22 pm (UTC)
Ooh...Richie and Phoebe. Hee! Just refreshed my memory, and I'd love to see more of this pairing.:)
Juan: pic#73288309banditobane on March 27th, 2009 10:03 pm (UTC)
Nice, try doing a follow up.
fractured_sun: fractured sunfractured_sun on April 8th, 2009 03:04 pm (UTC)
Yay, HL and Charmed two of my favourite series.
bugeyedmonsterbugeyedmonster on January 1st, 2010 11:14 pm (UTC)
Never saw Charmed, but I love any fic where Richie is alive and doing well.
But, I don't want to be a pie,: river in egyptidontlikegravy on January 8th, 2010 06:02 pm (UTC)
:) Well of course he is! *g*
jolinar_rosha: wraith smiling playfuljolinar_rosha on January 8th, 2010 03:55 pm (UTC)
oh very nice! I'd say Richie has met his match in Phoebe, actually! They'd make a good couple!
But, I don't want to be a pie,: richie smileidontlikegravy on January 8th, 2010 06:03 pm (UTC)
*hee* wouldn't they, though? And it's about time Phoebe found some happiness! (I've still not seen the end of Charmed, so I don't know if she finally met a good guy who didn't get killed/was trying to kill her/was the Source/all of the above)
jolinar_roshajolinar_rosha on January 9th, 2010 10:09 am (UTC)
I haven't either. I stopped watching when they staged their own deaths. I've been told it gets very weirdly complicated from them on, and to tell you the truth I didn't want to lose my love for the series, so I never watched further...