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This story is No. 1 in the series "Buffy and Charmed Crossover". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Willow takes a trip to San Francisco, and meets The Charmed Ones.

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Charmed > Willow-CentereddaviderlFR1355,41802010,6875 Mar 0717 Mar 07Yes

Prologue / A Nice Place to Visit

{A.N. I do not own, nor claim, any rights to the characters of BtVS or Charmed.}

Just A Short Vacation


“I guess you two felt it also.” Piper said as Phoebe walked into the kitchen.

“We did.” Phoebe answered. “And it was really hard on Paige. You and I have gone through this before, but since she got her powers I think it was the first time she’s ever experienced sensing another witch dying. She threw up a couple of times.”

“She’s not still in the bathroom, is she?”

“No, I put her to bed and held her until she fell asleep. That helped me, too. But what about you?”

“Leo and I consoled each other for a while. He said the Elders were pretty upset about it, too.”

“Do they know what happened?”

“A witch living in Sunnydale was killed by a mortal. But that wasn’t the end, or the worst, of it. Another witch was with her, a really powerful one, who took it so hard she turned evil, and is looking for revenge.”

“But why didn’t her Whitelighter didn’t save her?”

“I asked Leo that very same question. He said long ago the Elders decided to stop sending Whitelighters to Sunnydale.”

“But WHY? That’s so stupid! Don’t they think witches in Sunnydale need protecting, too?”

“He said it was because Sunnydale sits over a Hellmouth, and Whitelighter magic doesn’t work like it’s supposed to, and too many of them had been killed by Blacklighters trying to protect their charges.”

“Do they want us to do anything?”

“No. Leo said a coven over in England temporarily imbued a mortal with their powers then transported him to Sunnydale to do whatever he can to stop her. But I guess we should be ready, just in case.”


A Nice Place To Visit

“Buffy, I just need to get away for a while. I realize you’re the one whose been doing most of the fighting against the demons and vamps and all, but I don’t have your strength. I’m just tired and I need a break from all this.”

“Well, sure, Will, I can understand that. You have any place in particular in mind?”

“Actually, I was thinking about going to San Francisco for a few days or so, maybe a week.”

“That sounds good. From what I’ve heard it’s a pretty nice place to visit. You have relatives there?”

“No, but there is a lot of Wiccan activity there, and I’d kind of like to connect with some other witches. After Tara died I thought maybe Amy and I could be witchy buds, but since THAT didn’t work out, well, I’ve felt kind of isolated. You know?”

“Sure. You go on to San Francisco, make some new friends, and just have a good time.”

* * * * *

Willow got off the bus and noticed right away how much cooler it was than in Sunnydale. But it was a bright, sunny day, and just the change of scenery perked up her spirits.

“Now,” she said to herself, “If I were a witch, where would I hang out, especially if I wanted to meet other witches? Coffee house? Night club? Park?”

After putting her suitcase in a locker until she could find someplace to stay, she bought a city map, sat down on a bus stop bench, and started looking over the map, trying to get her bearings.

After ten or fifteen minutes she noticed she was being watched by a seedy looking individual, but she ignored him, hoping he’d leave her alone. But after a few minutes, he walked over and sat down next to her on the bench. She continued to study the map, pretending he wasn’t there.

“You lost?” He asked.

Willow shook her head. “No,” she answered still looking down at the map.

“Lived here all my life.” He continued. “Anyplace you want to go, I know how to get there.”

“No thanks.”

The man reached out as if to take the map from her. Willow looked up at him and allowed her eyes to flash red for barely a second.

“I said NO!”

The man hurriedly got up and walked away.

“Jerk.” Willow said after him, then went back to the map.

She read over the map for another five minutes, looked around, looked back at the map, looked up again, then decided where she wanted to go. According to the map, the park she wanted was too far to walk, so she opted to take a taxi.

The park was every bit as nice as any in Sunnydale, “And -- no demons or vamps,” she said out loud. “A real plus if there ever was one.”

Willow bought a hot dog and a soda from a vendor and just wandered through the park looking for small groups of women, who might be witches, and who might be having Wiccan meetings. She didn’t find any.

By late afternoon, she knew she would have to go back to the bus station to retrieve her suitcase and then find someplace to spend the night.

Rather than walk the long way back around to her entry point to the park, she decided it would be faster to cut through a small stand of trees, about forty yards across. She was almost halfway through when she heard someone running towards her, then she heard more footsteps, as if someone was chasing after the first one.

Just then the first runner, an oddly dressed man-like creature with bright red and yellow skin and small horns curving up from his temples, ran past her. As he did, he turned and threw a fireball behind him, which hit a tree and burned through it, toppling it over.

Next came the second runner, a small woman with long brown hair. She dodged the falling tree, then threw out both hands. Immediately the “man” exploded in a ball of flame and sparks, then was gone.

And then the woman saw Willow, watching what had just happened.

“Well, HI!” The woman said with obvious phony friendliness. “I guess you’re wondering what just happened here. Well, there’s a perfectly logical explanation.”

Then almost to herself, she added, “And just as soon as I can think of one I’ll let you know what it is.”

Willow smiled. “That’s okay. I think I know what happened. You’re probably a witch and that was some ol' evil demon.”

“A witch! A demon? Don’t be ridiculous! There’s no such thing as witches and demons!”

“Sure there are. I’m one too -- a witch, that is.”

“Oh, of course you are.” Piper said, “I should have realized.”

“No, really. Watch.”

Willow pointed at a small sapling struggling to grow in the gloominess of the shade. As she did, the tree was transformed into a flowering plant, sprouting up six feet tall with red, white and yellow roses growing from it.

Piper’s eyes got large at the unexpected sight.

“Oh.” Was all she could think of to say.

“I’m Willow.”

“Well, Hi, Willow. I’m Piper. Very nice. It’s good to see something beautiful coming from magic, for a change.”

“I’ve been looking for witches all day long. Are you a member of a coven?”

“No, it’s just me and my two sisters. We don’t associate with other witches, it’s too dangerous for them.”

“Too dangerous? Why?”

“That demon you saw me vanquish, he’s one of the reasons. We’re not exactly on The Source’s ‘Most Beloved Top Ten’ list.”

“The Source?”

“Yeah – of All Evil.”

“Oh. Over in Sunnydale we call him, or her, ‘The First,’ as in the First Evil.”

“You’re from Sunnydale?”

“Yep. Thought I’d get away for awhile; try to hook up with some other witches. It’s kind of lonely being just about the only good witch there.”

“I heard there were witches in Sunnydale.”

“Yeah, a few, but none you’d want to hang out with. Most of them are kind of bad, always looking to score some powerful black magicks, kind of like drug addicts.”

Piper nodded. “But not you.”

“No. Well, not anymore. It did get pretty bad for me there for awhile, but thanks to some very good friends, unwitchy friends, I made it through okay.”

“That’s good. I always like happy endings.”

They both fell silent, not knowing what else to say.

Finally Willow said, “Well, I guess I’d better go. I left my suitcase at the bus station, and I need to find a place to stay for the night.”

“Okay. Good Luck. Maybe we’ll run into each other again sometime.”

“Sure. Maybe.”

Willow got a half dozen steps away when Piper stopped her.

“Look, there’s no need for you to find a hotel room, we have plenty of room at the manor. You’re more than welcome to stay with us. And I know Phoebe and Paige won’t mind, in fact I’m sure they’d love to meet another witch.”

“Phoebe? Paige? Oh my god! I should have known it when you said your name was Piper! You’re the Charmed Ones!”

“You’ve heard of us?”

“Are you kidding! You’re like Superstars! Ever since I got interested in magic I always hoped to meet you guys some day! This is just about the most amazing thing there ever was!”

Piper smiled indulgently. “It’s not really such a big deal, we’re still just people, with all our little problems and our sisterly spats.”

“Well, it’s a big deal to me! Buffy just WON’T believe it!”


“Yeah, my best friend. She’s the Sla—a really good friend.”

“My car isn’t too far away. We’ll go get your things, and then we’ll head home.”

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