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Charmed Ranger

By Ibonekoen

He was handsome, of this there was no doubt. It would even be possible to say that he was the most handsome man she’d ever met. Almond-shaped eyes, a sharp cut to his jaw. His dark curly hair, with one lock that continuously fell forward onto his forehead no matter how many times he brushed it back, the way his lips curled upward into a smirk lent him a roguish air. His body was toned, not overly muscular, but still a treat to behold half-naked. And oh, how he filled his pants. The very sight of him was enough to set her body on fire.

And heaven help her if he flashed a smile. . .even the tiniest of smirks could turn her knees to jelly. If he happened to speak. . . To some, his voice seemed a flattened, slightly nasally Californian drawl. To her, it was the most beautiful sound in the known universe.

There was no point denying it; she loved him. Heart, body, soul and mind. She would move heaven and earth, walk through the very flames of hell. . .all he had to do was ask. She loved him, not only for his good looks, but for his strength. He was a quiet man, but when he found something he believed in, he fought tooth and nail for it. He refused to give up on anything he deemed worth saving. He was a determined man. And passionate, oh was he passionate. Not only did he set her body on fire; he set wherever they were aflame.

His hands caressing her, his lips pressed against hers, their bodies slowly combining to become one. It was a sweet union, a time-old rhythm to which man and woman danced. It was a dance that many men and women had performed throughout the centuries; and yet, each time she and her man coupled, it seemed even more spectacular than the last.

******

“Phoebe!”

Phoebe Halliwell groaned as she heard her sister’s voice calling to her. It seemed to be moving nearer and she could hear her sister’s footsteps on the stairs. Well, whatever it was her sister wanted, it could wait. Phoebe wasn’t quite ready to leave the warm cocoon her bed and covers formed.

She snuggled down into her covers, pulling the blankets back over her head. Only to have them yanked off a few minutes later.

Groaning again, she glared up at the person who dared bother her and sighed as she saw the familiar face of Paige Matthews, her sister.

“C’mon, Phoebe, get up!” Phoebe insisted.

“Go ‘way,” Phoebe grumbled, pressing her face into her pillow. “Was ‘avin’ a good dream.”

“Dreamtime is over, sleepyhead!” Paige said, pulling the pillow out from under her sister’s head. “C’mon! You’ll thank me later!”

“Paige!” Phoebe whined.

“Get up!” Paige said, tossing the pillow aside. “Time’s a wastin’!”

“All right, all right,” Phoebe said, reluctantly sitting up. “What’s so important that I can’t finish my dream?”

“Remember that fashion boutique I told you about?” Paige said, grinning.

Phoebe rubbed her eyes, stifling a yawn. “The Flaming Dragon?”

“That’d be the one,” Paige said. “It opens today.”

“What?!” Phoebe gasped. “I thought it didn’t open for another month!”

“Apparently they were ahead of schedule,” Paige said. “C’mon, get dressed. You and I are gonna be the first ones there.”

“Gimme just a minute,” Phoebe said.

“Sure thing,” Paige said. “Meet ya downstairs.”

******

The young Asian woman smirked, tossing her long black hair over her shoulder as she stared out the large bay window at the San Francisco skyline. “It’s almost time,” she said.

“How can you be so certain they’ll come?” asked a man seated in a plush leather chair behind her.

The Asian woman turned to face him, sauntering toward the chair. “The Charmed Ones won’t be able to resist,” she said, tracing his cheekbone with a long, manicured nail. “We will get their powers and then we shall tend to my business.”

“I hope you’re right,” the man said as her hand drifted lower. “I could score big points with my master for destroying the Charmed Ones.”

The woman smirked. “I know someone you can score with right now,” she said in a silky voice as she captured his lips in a fiery kiss.

******

The dark-haired man grumbled under his breath as he and his companion removed their baggage from the back of his SUV. His eyes, currently glaring at said companion, belied his Asian heritage with their almond shape.

“I still think this is a dumb idea,” he muttered, his voice a flattened, slightly nasally Californian drawl.

His companion, a blond-haired man with bluish green eyes, smiled as he closed the hatch to the SUV. “C’mon, Eric, you’ve got to learn how to relax somehow!”

Eric Myers scowled. “But did I have to learn it in San Francisco?”

Wes Collins glanced at his friend, frowning. Ever since he’d suggested the trip to San Francisco, Eric had been more than a little uneasy. Wes had had to pry, beg, coax and finally outright threaten to get Eric to agree to come along.

Wes knew there was something about San Francisco that didn’t sit well with Eric, something that made him uncomfortable and very reluctant to return to the Golden Gate City. He wasn’t sure what, but he’d made a vow to himself to find out before the end of their weekend excursion.

“C’mon, Eric, what’s not to like about San Francisco?” Wes asked as he led Eric up the steps leading to his father’s apartment. The elder Collins kept it as a weekend getaway and he’d gladly given the key to his son for use.

“Plenty,” Eric said darkly as he followed Wes into the apartment.

Wes frowned slightly, closing the door. “There’s a bedroom upstairs and one downstairs. Take whichever one you want.”

“Thanks,” Eric said.

“So,” Wes said, clapping his hands together. “What say we wash up, get changed and go out clubbing?”

Eric raised an eyebrow. “I don’t really do clubs.”

“Eric,” Wes scolded. “Consider this a lesson! I’m trying to broaden your horizons!”

“By taking me to a club?” Eric said.

“Yeah!” Wes said, grinning. “With any luck, you’ll meet a girl and get laid.”

His face waxed innocent as Eric glared at him.

“Fine,” Eric grumbled. “I’ll go to a club.”

Wes grinned. “Trust me, you’ll have a great time,” he said. “I know of this sweet little club, called P3. It’s great. The woman that runs it, Piper, she’s hot. And her sisters.”

Eric frowned. “Piper?”

Wes nodded. “Pretty unusual name, huh?” he said.

“Yeah,” Eric said distractedly.

“So, c’mon!” Wes said, grabbing his bag. “Let’s go!”

******

“Oh, c’mon, Phoebe!” Paige said as she followed her sister up the stairs to the second floor of the Halliwell Manor. “You just bought these hot sexy new outfits! You’ve got to show them off!”

Phoebe stopped, turning to face her sister. “Okay, what’s his name?” she demanded.

“Whose name?” Paige asked, looking confused.

“The guy you’re trying to fix me up with,” Phoebe answered.

“I’m not trying to fix you up!” Paige insisted. “Though there are tons of cute guys at P3 every night. If you met one and hit it off. . .well. . .that would be a plus.”

Phoebe sighed. “You’re going to bug me until I say yes, aren’t you?”

Paige grinned. “Want me to go ahead and get the sad puppy dog eyes out of the way now?”

“No!” Phoebe cried, smiling. “No need to get out the heavy artillery! I’ll go.”

“Yay!” Paige said, clapping excitably. “May I make a suggestion on what to wear?”

“Sure,” Phoebe said, amused.

“How about that sexy red slinky halter top and the black pants, the hip huggers,” Paige said. “And those platforms you bought.”

Phoebe grinned. “Okay,” she said.

******

Eric licked his lips nervously, following Wes into the club P3. Picking at the top button of his shirt, he contemplated doing up the remaining three buttons. Somehow Wes had managed to talk him into leaving the shirt unbuttoned to halfway to the middle of his chest.

“How did I let you talk me into this?” he muttered, rolling his shoulders around, as if trying to get the blood red silk shirt to stop clinging to his skin. In addition to the shirt, he wore a pair of black jeans that fit him rather nicely in the seat and his favorite pair of black Converse sneakers. Wes hadn’t been able to talk him out of the shoes.

Wes, for his part, was clothed in an indigo blue shirt, also made of silk. He too wore a pair of black jeans, though he was wearing a new pair of Nikes. “C’mon, Eric, relax!” he said, clapping Eric on the shoulder as they descended into the club. “This is gonna be fun!”

“Right, fun,” Eric repeated, glancing around at the crowd of people.

In the center of the room, seated at the bar, Paige suddenly stopped sucking on the straw in her drink and grabbed Phoebe’s arm. “Whoa, check out the two hotties who just walked in.”

Piper, who was standing behind the counter, glanced over Paige’s shoulder. “Oh, that’s Wes Collins,” she said. “Not sure who his friend is.”

“He looks familiar,” Phoebe said, frowning.

“Maybe you knew him in a past life,” Paige said, smirking.

“Ha ha,” Phoebe said, sticking her tongue out at her sister.

“Actually. . .he does look familiar,” Piper said, gazing at the man curiously.

“So, tell me more about this Wes Collins,” Paige said, patting the counter enthusiastically.

“Well. . .he’s from Silver Hills,” Piper said. “His father owns some company.”

“Bio-Lab,” Phoebe supplied.

“Right, Bio-Lab,” Piper said. “He’s a millionaire.”

“Ooh, a millionaire’s son,” Paige said, smiling. She glanced back over her shoulder at the two men.

Wes grinned, catching Paige’s gaze. He nudged Eric. “Hey, see that redhead at the bar?”

“Yeah,” Eric said, his attention shifting to the brown-haired woman beside her.

“She’s checking us out.”

Eric shot Wes a glance. “She’s checking you out,” he said.

Wes grinned. “Let’s go say hi.” He tapped Eric’s shoulder and started walking toward the bar.

Eric sighed and reluctantly followed.

“Oooh hey, look out, here come the hotties,” Paige said, nudging Phoebe, who’d turned back to the woman seated next to her, whom she’d been chatting with.

“Wow!” Phoebe said, getting a good look at Eric as he followed Wes. “Damn, he’s hot.”

As she looked at him, she was again struck with a sense of familiarity. She was certain she’d seen him somewhere before. . .why couldn’t she remember where?

“Hello,” Wes said, grinning as he stopped in front of the sisters.

“Hello, Wes!” Piper replied, smiling. “How’s it going?”

“Pretty good,” Wes said, his eyes on Paige. “Who’s this lovely young lady?”

“This is Paige Matthews,” Phoebe answered, unable to take her eyes off Eric. “She’s our half-sister.”

“Nice to meet you, Paige,” Wes said, smiling.

Eric cleared his throat as Wes grabbed Paige’s hand, kissing her knuckles.

“I’m Phoebe Halliwell,” she said, extending her hand to Eric.

“Eric Myers,” he answered, taking her hand.

As soon as their hands touched, Phoebe felt a premonition rip through her. She gasped as images of them entwined in sheets, their bodies pressed against each other, his hands running through her hair, his lips nipping at her skin flashed through her mind, leaving her breathless and aroused.

Eric frowned, puzzled as Phoebe jerked her hand back from his as if she’d been scalded. His frown deepened as he realized she was panting.

“Phoebe?” Piper asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m all right,” she said breathlessly, slipping off her barstool. “I just. . .I’ll be. . .right back.”

Paige and Piper exchanged worried glances as Phoebe stumbled off to the bathroom.

Eric licked his lips, smiling weakly. “Was it something I said?” he muttered.

“Um. . .no, I doubt it,” Paige said.

“Paige,” Piper said, drawing her sister’s attention to her.

Paige raised her eyebrows as Piper jerked her head in the direction of the bathroom. Her eyes widened as she realized her sister wanted her to go after Phoebe. She stared at Piper, tilted her head toward Wes.

“Paige!” Piper said through gritted teeth.

“All right!” Paige said, rolling her eyes. She smiled sweetly at Wes. “Excuse me.”

“So, Eric, ya new to San Francisco?” Piper asked conversationally as she drew them both a beer from tap. “I haven’t seen you with Wes before.”

“That’s because I had to twist his arm to get him in here now,” Wes said as she handed him his beer.

“Thank you,” Eric said, accepting his beer. He took a sip, grimacing. He’d forgotten what a beer tasted like, it’d been so long since his last.

He glanced back at Piper, noticing she was gazing at him expectantly. He started to ask her what was she staring at, then realized she was waiting for him to answer her question. He hesitated, wondering what answer he should give. Wes didn’t know much about his past; the true answer would probably shock him.

“Actually, I used to live here,” he said finally. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wes’ eyebrows shoot upward.

“Oh really?” Piper said, tilting her head to one side. “What part?”

“I started out down around the bay,” Eric said. “Then I bounced around town in my early teens.”

“How come?” Piper asked.

Eric smiled sadly. “I was a foster kid.”

“Ohhh,” Piper said, nodding. She frowned slightly, staring at him for a moment, then shrugged to herself.

“Okay, we’re back!” Paige said cheerfully as she and Phoebe came up to the bar. Phoebe climbed back up on her barstool, casting a glance at Eric. Seeing him looking back, she blushed, then looked away.

Wes grinned at Paige, setting his beer on the bar. “Just in time too,” he said. “Care to dance?”

Paige beamed, pleased that he’d asked her. “Why, of course,” she said, offering him her hand.

Wes shot Eric a wink, then cast a pointed glance at Phoebe. Eric scowled as his friend led the beautiful redhead out onto the dance floor.

“Oh look!” Piper said, grinning. “A customer!”

“Piper!” Phoebe hissed, unable to stop her sister from walking down the length of bar, leaving her alone with Eric.

“So,” Eric said uncomfortably.

“So,” Phoebe said, glancing at him. “Look, about before. I’m sorry about running off like that.”

“Well, I just assumed I’d scared you off,” Eric said. “I don’t really know why. I mean, I don’t think I’m horribly disfigured or terribly ugly.”

Phoebe laughed. “No, you’re not ugly at all!” she insisted.

Eric smiled, watching her. “You have a beautiful laugh,” he said softly. Then he blushed, glancing down at his glass.

Phoebe stared at him for a moment. “Thank you,” she said. She tucked a strand of hair behind one ear. “So, I heard you telling Piper you were a foster kid.”

Eric nodded. “It’s not something I like to talk about,” he muttered.

“Oh,” Phoebe said. “Okay, well, we can talk about something else.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Eric agreed.

“So, what do you do?” she asked.

“I’m commander of the Silver Guardians,” he said. Seeing her blank expression, he offered an explanation. “We’re a private security force working in junction with the Silver Hills police.”

“Oh,” Phoebe said, nodding.

“Wes is my co-commander,” Eric said.

Phoebe raised an eyebrow. “Somehow I don’t see you and Wes working at the same job.”

One corner of Eric’s mouth curved upward into a smile and Phoebe’s eyes widened. She recognized that half-smile!

“You!” she cried.

Eric looked confused. “Me.”

“Yes, you!” she said.

“What about me?” he said.

“You’re the foster kid Grams took in!” she said. “I knew I knew you! Eric Myers. Grams got you a scholarship to Billingsley Academy in Silver Hills. . .and that’s the last we heard from you.”

Eric’s eyes widened. “Halliwell. . .” he muttered. “Phoebe! God, I’m an idiot!”

“Yes, you are,” she snapped, her eyes flashing. “You left, Eric! Just disappeared without a trace!”

“Phoebe, wait, let me explain,” he said.

“What’s to explain?” Phoebe said, glaring at him. “You couldn’t at least drop by the manor and say goodbye?”

Eric licked his lips. “I’m sorry, Phoebe,” he said. “I. . .it was a very troubled time in my life. I never meant to hurt you.” He reached out, touching her hand. “Please believe me.”

She glanced down at his hand resting on top of hers, then looked up at his face. “So where were you?”

Eric shrugged. “Here, there, everywhere,” he said. “I joined the Marines.”

Phoebe’s eyebrows shot up. “You, a Marine?”

Eric smiled sheepishly. “It seemed like the thing to do. And I was good at it,” he said.

“So how come you’re not still a Marine?” she asked.

Eric flinched. “Long story,” he said softly. “Anyway, once my time was up, I kinda drifted. Until I ended up back in Silver Hills.”

“Why didn’t you look me up?” she asked.

He sighed. “I thought you’d moved on,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d want to be bothered. Hell, I didn’t even think you’d remember me.”

“Eric,” she said. “I’ve thought about you. I’ve wondered where you were, what you were doing.”

He looked up. “I’ve wondered about you too,” he whispered.

She smiled, turning her hand under his and lacing her fingers with his. “Wanna dance?”

This time, both corners of his mouth tugged upward in a smile. “Sure.”

He led her out onto the dance floor, nervously resting one hand on her hip as his arm slipped around her waist. She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and staring up into his eyes. They began to dance, their bodies swaying in time with the music. As they gazed into each other’s eyes, they quickly became unaware of anything happening around them.

Paige happened to glance over, raising an eyebrow as she noticed how enthralled Eric and Phoebe were in each other. “Wow,” she commented. “Seems your friend hit it off real well with my sister.”

Wes followed her gaze and grinned. “Good,” he said. “Maybe she’ll teach Eric how to relax.”

******