Something Wicca This Way Comes
Title: Something Wicca This Way Comes
Author: pen_traveler
Fandom: Glee
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, Charmed, or a Book of Shadows. Title of the fic is the name of the Charmed Pilot.
Ships: Faberry, Tike, with the occassional guest appearance by Kurtofsky because, you know. Loyalty and all.
Summary: "This prophecy says that the book passes on to three friends that will be the most powerful witches of all time, and that they have the claim their powers by the time the oldest turns 21." She doesn't continue her argument, knowing that Mike can hear the unsaid words: And I don't even have friends.
Author's Note: So, here's the deal. Up until now, the only ship I've written for the Glee verse is Kurtofsky. I love them, and along with Hilson from House, and Britin from Queer as Folk, they'll always remain one of my OTPs. But the truth is that this season of Glee completely ruined Kurt for me. I feel like he's become little more than Blaine's boyfriend, and I personally feel (SPOILER ALERT!!) that Kurt didn't get into NYADA just so Klaine would stay together. Ugh. So until Kurt regains his swagger, my Kurtofsky updates will be slower. I'm so sorry, but I do still plan to finish The Bucket List, and Get It Right.
Prologue
The door to the attic is shut, but the sound of the muffled sobs coming from the other side drift into the hall like a foul smell. His eyes slip shut, and he takes a moment to compose himself. It always kills him a little when Tina cries, and over the last month he's spent more hours holding her trembling body than he can count. Tina was so close to her parents and nineteen is too young for this much grief.
He slowly pushes the door open, and his eyes automatically find the small girl in the middle of the room, tightly gripping an oversized book like it's a life preserver. Her forehead is pressed to the biding, and her tears dot the cover as they rush from her chocolate eyes. She glances up, hearing his approach, but doesn't move until his arms are around her, and then she slowly allows her own to pull him closer. They've become pretty good at nonverbal communication, so he knows to gently stroke her back and wait for the storm to pass.
When her sobs finally deteriorate into soft sniffles, she pulls back and gives him a small smile of appreciation. His heart constricts as he's reminded that there's nothing that he can do - really do - for her, but he hopes that she knows that if he had to climb to the moon, he would, if it would bring her parents back and end her private hell. He leans forward and lays a loving kiss on her cheek before gesturing to the book in her hand.
"Any news," he asks, because he'd rather talk about anything than the reasons behind Tina's tears He'd discuss it into next Tuesday if she wanted, he knows, but he hates the idea of helplessly watching her cry. So he hopes the subject of witchcraft is a safe one.
"No," she answers quietly. She turns to the first page, the page she always turns to, and carefully outlines the words of the prophecy with the tip of her index finger. Her parents had just began telling her about her destiny in the days leading up to their deaths, and when the unexpected attack had stolen their lives, she had been left with so many more questions than answers.
"No, Mom, no! No, don't die. Please, mom! I NEED YOU! I can't do this alone."
She never talks about the nightmares, but thinks that Mike can guess.
("There's a book in the attic," her mother had gasped as the blood poured from her stomach and pooled around her and the lifeless body of her husband. "It's ... called The Book of ... The Book of Shadows. You'll need it, Tina. Use it to call the others."
"What others," she'd choked out through the lump in her throat. "Mom, what others?" And it wasn't until she noticed her mother's sightless eyes that she knew she'd never get a reply.)
Mike reaches out and brushes a lock of hair behind her ear. "There's still plenty of time."
"No, there's not," she whispers, her eyes not leaving the page. "This prophecy says that the book passes on to three friends that will be the most powerful witches of all time, and that they have to claim their powers by the time the oldest turns twenty-one." She doesn't continue her argument, knowing that Mike can hear the unsaid words: And I don't even have friends.
"You're only nineteen."
Her lips twitch, and when a small smile lightens her features, his heart lets out a sigh of relief. God, he loves her smile.
"We both know the premonitions are supposed to go to me," she returns. She's referencing a line from the book that states the youngest witch inherits the gift of premonitions, the middle the ability to freeze time, and the oldest the gift of telekinesis. She doesn't know why she's so sure of her place, especially considering that neither of her parents had time to even show her the book, but she knows it the same way she knows that chocolate chip cookies will always be her favorite, and that she's going to marry Mike some day. She just does.
Mike doesn't argue. He hasn't doubted her once since she shared all this with him, the day of her parents' death, and it warms her a little to think of his unwavering trust. Tina's never really been the kind of girl to think of a man as indispensable, but looking at her boyfriend now gives her strength and hope and she knows it's because he so effortlessly takes her at her word. It hardens her resolve, and she finds herself flipping to the next page in the ancient book.
"I'm going to cast it," she says, then she looks to him to see his reaction.
She expects fear or disapproval, but there's nothing like that there, just a hint of confusion. "I thought you wanted to wait until you had figured out who the other two witches are."
"I did. I do. But I can barely sleep with all this hanging over me, and maybe you think I'm crazy, but I'm sure we are running out of time. I have to."
He nods, understanding, and helps his girlfriend to her feet, before taking an uneasy step back.
Tina takes the book over to the stand where it is normally displayed, and Mike can't resist a shiver when the nearby windows allow the moonlight to lighten the pages. But he sends her a smile when she glances up quickly before she begins to read:
"Powers of the witches rise,
course unseen across the skies,
come to us who call you near,
come to us and settle here."
She takes a deep breath, and lights a candle, the only supplies she has and, luckily, the only thing she needs for the spell. There's a moment of complete silence as the pair waits, and when nothing happens, Tina is hit with a surge of emptiness. She's not sure why she's so disappointed - she's always had doubts about the success of the spell without knowing who the other girls are, but it saddens her all the same.
"Why don't you take a break," Mike suggests, taking a step towards the door. "Let's go make some cookies, and then you can try again."
She nods and follows him down the stairs, to the kitchen. And it's not until they're helping themselves to the freshly baked batch that upstairs, a candle goes out.
And in a small apartment in New York City, and a sorority house in New Haven, two candles ignite.