Pairing: Willow Rosenberg/Charlie Eppes
Summary: The FBI is called in when teenaged girls go missing, who just happen to be new slayers.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Joss et al. and Scott Free.
Distribution: slayerversathon, my LJ, my site, TtH, the usual lists, anyone with previous permission. Anyone else - just ask.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Author's Note 1: Thanks to angelskuuipo, emeraldswan and kallie_kat for all of your help and handholding.
Author's Note - BtVS: Okay, so in order to make this story work, I had to play around with storylines a bit since this takes place Post-Chosen, in LA. Basically, Angel didn't take over Wolfram & Hart, he killed Connor and Cordelia died in her coma. The rest comes out in the story.
Author's Note - Numb3rs: Takes place mid-season 2, after 'Mind Games' but before 'All's Fair'.
Start with Chapter 1
Charlie opened his eyes slowly. He glanced around the unfamiliar room, wondering how he got there. Then he felt the bed dip and looked up to find Willow sitting next to him.
"Oh, good, you're awake," she said, relief clear in her voice.
"Where am I?" Charlie asked, slowly sitting up. His head hurt a bit, but he managed to sit back against the headboard.
"Um, this is my room, at the school," Willow said, a faint blush tinting her cheeks.
Charlie raised a hand to the back of his head, feeling a slight bump from when he'd passed out. "How did I get here?" he distractedly asked.
"I don't know how much you remember, but you passed out after the fight, so we brought you home with us."
"Fight?" Charlie quietly questioned, furiously trying to remember what had happened. In a flash he saw the fight in the cemetery, the vampires, dust, fireball, then nothing. "You're a witch," he said, meeting Willow's eyes.
"Yes, I am," she agreed. "How are you feeling?"
"I think that I must have hit my head really hard," Charlie said. "It can't be real. It just can't."
"Why not?" Willow asked, giving in to the urge to brush the hair away from his face.
"Because there is no such thing as the supernatural," Charlie insisted.
"You've just seen for yourself that there is," Willow pointed out.
"My eyes must have been playing tricks on me," Charlie said.
"I really don't like using magick for frivolous things, but for your sake..." Willow took a centering breath and closed her eyes. When she opened them she met Charlie's eyes.
"What are you talking about?" he asked. Then he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head and saw a wooden hairbrush floating towards the bed. He scrambled back, away from it. "How are you doing that?"
The brush stopped, hovering in front of him. "I telekinetically lifted it off of the dresser and brought it to the bed. Go ahead and take it. Feel the air around it, if you'd like. No strings are attached."
Charlie slowly raised one hand and moved it around the brush. Nothing. He lifted his other hand and moved them in alternating patterns around the suspended brush. Finally he wrapped his hand around the handle and was able to pick it up. He noticed that Willow had relaxed her shoulders, now that she wasn't keeping the brush levitated. He dropped it to the bed.
"And the girls... are they witches too?" he asked.
"No. They are slayers; girls born to fight vampires, demons and the forces of darkness. That is what this school is for. We find the girls destined to be slayers and we bring them here to teach them about their powers. We teach them how to fight and how to survive."
"How many are there?" Charlie asked in awe.
"We currently have 300 students at this school, but we aren't the only one. There are so many slayers now that we have another school in Cleveland and one in London. But this was the first, and largest," Willow said.
"You make it sound like all of these slayers are new," Charlie observed.
Willow raised an eyebrow in surprise. "They are. Until two years ago there was only one; well, two, but that was due to other circumstances. Traditionally there has only been one; one girl in all the world who was destined to become The Slayer. When one slayer died the next was called, which is how we had two, because Buffy was resuscitated after she drowned, but her momentary death still activated the next slayer."
"So what happened to make so many?"
"Um, I did," Willow admitted. "We were fighting an enemy greater than anything we'd ever faced before. It was trying to wipe out the slayer line so that there would be no one left to fight evil. I did a spell, the biggest of my life, and I activated all of the potential slayers. Now we're in the process of tracking them all down and bringing them to one of the schools to teach them."
"No wonder I couldn't find anything with my analyses," Charlie said. "This isn't something that would show up on any records. On anything that I could track."
"Exactly," Willow agreed. "Since I was the one who activated them, I have a small link to each and every slayer out there. Through meditation, I am able to concentrate on one link at a time and locate the girls. It's a long process though. And exhausting."
"Can't you use that link to find the missing girls?" Charlie asked.
"Not yet," Willow said. "I tried after the first girl was taken, but whomever kidnapped her must have her in a protected place. Like she's in a vacuum. I can't reach her. And I just haven't had the time to try again. I doubt that my luck will change any though, if the girls are being kept in a warded space."
"Is there anything that I can do to help?" Charlie asked.
"I don't think so. Except maybe keep your brother off my back. As I'm sure you've noticed, this really isn't a matter for the FBI. We'll be able to find the girls faster if we are able to use all of our contacts. We believe that someone is after the untrained slayers for some greater purpose. Maybe to train them to fight against us. We're the good guys, after all."
"I'll see what I can do, but Don doesn't give up easily. He may take my advice when it comes to math, but I doubt that he'll back off on investigating the school simply because I asked. You're right; I can't tell him about this being a school for slayers. He'll never believe it. I'm not even sure that I fully believe it. But I do believe that you believe all of this, and I'm willing to risk believing in you."
"Thank you so much," Willow gushed. Before she could think about it, she pulled Charlie into a hug then pulled back enough to give him a quick kiss on the lips.
Charlie was stunned. He'd automatically wrapped his arms around Willow when she hugged him, but then she kissed him. Granted it was just a friendly peck, but it had been so long! He met her eyes and despite her embarrassment, he thought he saw desire too.
Maybe Don was right, maybe she was interested in him a little, as a man, and not just a man of science. Keeping eye contact, he slowly leaned in again. He waited for her to pull back, for any sign that she didn't want this. Instead he only felt her breathing increase the closer he got, until he pressed his lips against hers again, kissing her in earnest.
Willow couldn't believe it. She was kissing a man. And not just any man; she was kissing Charlie Eppes! On her bed, no less. Her hands slid up his back to run through his long, curly hair. She held his head as she kissed him back, eagerly parting her lips when she'd felt his tongue tentatively seek entrance.
As Charlie rolled Willow onto her back, still kissing her, he marveled at his actions. He could hardly believe that he was being so forward, making out with a girl that he'd just met, when he'd been dancing around Amita for years, working up the nerve to ask her out. Yet here he was, lying on a virtual stranger's bed, kissing her like he couldn't get enough of her. Which, frankly, he couldn't.
When they paused for breath, Charlie wonderingly asked, "Am I under your spell?"
"No," Willow answered, tracing his face with her fingers. "This is simple physical attraction; hormones and pheromones doing what they do best. Do you not want this?" she nervously asked.
"Oh, I want this. More than I should," Charlie said. "This is just so unlike me."
"Nothing more has to happen," Willow assured him. "U-unless you want it to?"
"D-do you want to?" Charlie nervously asked her. His body was practically vibrating with the lust he felt for Willow.
Willow ran her eyes along his body, causing Charlie to flush slightly under her heated gaze. "Most definitely," she breathily answered.
Charlie swallowed hard, all of the blood in his body rushing south at the desire he heard in her voice. He leaned back in and passionately kissed her. Their bodies shifted on the bed so that he was lying partially on top of her, letting her feel how much he wanted her.
Willow gasped at the press of his erection against her hip. The sound was caught by his mouth, and she began to work at the buttons on his shirt. Once he was free of the shirt, Charlie broke the kiss only long enough to pull his undershirt over his head, before reclaiming Willow's mouth.
Charlie groaned at the feeling of Willow's silk blouse rubbing against his bare chest. Knowing that her skin would feel even better, he set about removing the soft material. Willow sat up enough to help him slip the garment off of her, removing her bra herself, before lying back down.
Charlie's eyes dropped to the two perfect breasts staring up at him. Moving on instinct, he leaned down to kiss each puckering nipple, drawing one into his mouth. Willow's sigh was all the encouragement that he needed.
It wasn't until he felt Willow's hands trying to open his belt that he had a sudden realization. Sitting back, he blurted out, "I don't have anything."
"What?" she asked, confused as to why he'd stopped touching her.
"Protection. I don't have anything. I never expected this to happen..." he said.
Willow's eyes widened in realization. "Oh! I don't have anything either. I haven't had a male lover in a long time now," she dejectedly admitted. "Wait!"
Willow closed her eyes, a look of intense concentration falling over her face. With an audible pop a box of condoms dropped onto the bed. She opened her eyes and grinned.
"Where did those come from? You didn't steal them, did you?" Charlie asked suspiciously.
"They're, um, Xander's. I'll buy him new ones. He'd have given them to me if I'd asked, but this way I don't have to get dressed again," Willow said, grinning.
"That's definitely a good thing," Charlie had to agree, reaching for Willow's skirt. "I'm starting to like this magick thing."
Willow giggled. "In circumstances like this, it certainly is handy." Returning to opening Charlie's pants, Willow slipped a hand inside, circling his erection. "Hey Charlie?"
"Yeah?" he gasped, bucking into her hand.
"Talk time is over." Willow kissed him, making her point very clear.
Continued... Chapter 9