Summary: Paige Matthews is assigned to be Buffy and Dawn Summers Whitelighter when they come into their powers.

Pairing: Paige/Buffy Dawn/Faith

Disclaimer Buffy is owned by Joss Whedon. Charmed is owned by Time Warner (maybe CBS since they had planned a reboot, I don't know).

Author's Note: Some changes were made to both BTVS and Charmed to line up the timelines I wanted (see my site for the story's timeline) Seasons 1-7 of Charmed were pushed back seven years. Prue, Piper, Phoebe and Paige's birthdates were changed to make the new timeline work. Patty's death happens three years later than it did in canon. Dawn has always been here, she is a year younger than Buffy.

Title is Tentative till either I come up with something better or you all suggest something better.

Special thanks goes out to DaBillmann who's story Darling One gave me the idea to do this one.


Chapter 1: Welcome to the Hellmouth

Paige Matthews stood at the window of 1635 Revelo Drive staring across the street. With the defeat of the Avatars and Kyle being made a Whitelighter after his death, Paige had been assigned a new charge, two witches who did not even know they were witches or had an active power. In fact one of them had been called as the Slayer.

The Elders had filled Paige in on what the Slayer was, where Sunnydale was. She had found out that there were other kinds of demons than just what she and her sisters fought. That the world was far older than they had believed and that portals existed all across the globe that led to other dimensions, mostly ones filled with demons. And that the Source himself had likely been one of the last, if not the last, of a race of demons known as the Old Ones.

She had watched the house from the time that the Slayer, who she had found out was named Buffy Summers, had been taken to school by mother, Joyce Summers, till now shortly after Buffy and Joyce both had returned home.

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Buffy stood in front of her bedroom mirror, agonizing over her fashion statement of the evening. Holding up an outfit that was shockingly scanty, she spoke aloud to her reflection.

"Hi! I'm an enormous slut!"

Dawn, Buffy's fifteen year old sister, laughed as Buffy glared at her.

Buffy replaced the outfit with a second, this one a much plainer version, and took another careful look at herself.

"Hi! Would you like a copy of theWatchtower?"

"You used to be good that," Dawn said.

"Yeah, I know," Buffy said. "Which would you pick?" She knew her sister didn't have the same fashion sense she did, but Dawn did have good taste.

Just then their mother, Joyce Summers came into the room. "Are you going out tonight, honey?" she asked Buffy.

"Yeah, Mom. I'm going to a club."

"Will there be boys there?"

Dawn laughed. "No, Mom, she's going to a nun club."

Her mother ignored the mild sarcasm. "Well, just be careful," she told Buffy.

"I will."

"I think we can make it work here," Joyce insisted. "I've got my positive energy flowing. I'm gonna get the gallery on its feet—I may have already found a space."

Both Dawn and Buffy tried to sound enthusiastic. "Great."

"And that school is a very nurturing environment, which is what you both need."

"Mom ..." Buffy and Dawn said together a little embarrassed by the attention their mother was giving them.

"Oh, not too nurturing. I know. You both are sixteen; I read all about the dangers of overnurturing." Joyce hesitated, then added truthfully, "It's hard. New town and all. For me, too. I'm trying to make it work. I'm going to make it work."

"We know," Dawn said.

"You're both are good girls. You two just fell in with the wrong crowd. But that's all behind us now."

"It is," Buffy reassured her. "From now on, Dawn and I are only hanging out with the living. I—I mean, the lively ... people."

Their mother looked relieved. "Okay. You have fun, Buffy. You want the usual, Dawn?"

"Sure, mom," Dawn said.

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As Buffy left her house and started walking, Paige decided to test Buffy's Slayer side. See how acute those powers were. She orbed out and back in a half a block behind Buffy and began to follow her. The first test would be to see if Buffy could detect her.

They left the safe lights of the suburbs behind, and Paige soon found herself entering the deserted city streets on the edge of town. They turned a corner and Paige wondered how much further Buffy had to go to reach her destination. So far Buffy had not sensed her.

Suddenly Buffy whirled around and looked straight at Paige, but due to the distance between them, Paige was shrouded in darkness. Just far enough away that she could not be seen very well.

Turning quickly, Buffy went on.

Paige followed.

Buffy picked up speed and so did Paige.

'Good', Paige thought, 'I can test her speed. See if she can out run me.'

Buffy turned the next corner and went even faster. Paige didn't hurry but kept a discreet distance.

Buffy then ducked into an alleyway.

Paige slowed and nodded. She knew where Buffy was, she could sense her after all like any Whitelighter could sense their charge. She could sense that Buffy was doing a handstand on a pipe ten feet above the ground. She decided to spring Buffy's trap and see what the Slayer would do.

Paige entered the alleyway, and then Buffy dropped down on her without warning, Buffy's legs locked over her neck.

Throwing herself back, Buffy tipped Paige over, then rolled and slammed her body onto the ground.

Paige was on her feet instantly, she was thankful that Phoebe had taught her at least some martial arts.

Buffy grabbed Paige and threw her up against the wall.

Paige put up her hands. "Is there a problem?"

Buffy eyed her suspiciously, getting a good look at Paige for the first time.

Paige looked over Buffy at the same time, blonde, toned, very beautiful. Paige shook her head slightly as if trying to get the thoughts she just thought out of her head. Not that she didn't find Buffy attractive, she did, but she knew it was bordering on illegal territory as Buffy was ten years younger than she was.

"There's a problem," Buffy shot back. "Why are you following me?"

Paige made sure to keep her voice calm as she stated matter of factly, "I know what you're thinking, but don't worry. I don't bite."

Buffy took a step back from Paige, her face perplexed. "What do you want?" she demanded.

'To have you as my lover,' Paige thought and then mentally shook her to dislodge the thought. "Same thing you do," she said out loud.

"Okay, what do I want?"

"To vanquish the vampires," Paige said. "And the other demons."

"Sorry!" Buffy announced, recovering herself neatly, doing her best impression of a game-show host. "That's incorrect, but you do get this lovely watch and a year's supply of Turtle Wax ... what I want ... is to be left alone."

Paige gazed steadily at Buffy. "You really think that's an option anymore?" she asked. "You're standing on a Hellmouth. And from what I've been told it's about to open." She reached into her jacket pocket and withdrew the jewelry case that held the Carolingian cross that Phoebe had insisted she get for Buffy. "Don't turn your back on this," she warned, throwing the box to the younger girl. "You've got to be ready."

Buffy's chin lifted defiantly. "What for?"

"For the Harvest."

Paige then smiled and orbed out.

Buffy blinked in shock. "A demon?" she asked herself and then she carefully opened the box and saw the Carolingian cross held within. She looked back up at the spot Paige had been just seconds before. "Maybe not, why else would she give me a cross, a very intricate one to boot." She looked back down at it. "It looks expensive."

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Paige stood on the balcony looking down at everything going on below. Ten feet from her stood Buffy next to an elder gentleman she assumed was Rupert Giles, Buffy's Watcher. She could barely make out over the music what the two were saying.

"So, you like to party with the students?" Buffy teased Giles. "Isn't that kind of skanky?"

Giles tone was withering. "Right. This is me having fun." He continued to gaze down upon the stage. "Watching Clown-hair prance about is hardly my idea of a party. I'd much prefer to be home with a cup of Bovril and a good book."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "You need a personality, stat."

"This is a perfect breeding ground for vampire activity," he admonished her. "Dark, crowded ... besides, I knew you were likely to show up. And I have to make you understand—"

"That the Harvest is coming, I know, your friend told me."

Giles shot Buffy an anxious glance. "What did you say?"

"The . . . Harvest," she said carefully. "That means something to you? 'Cause I'm drawing a blank."

"I'm not sure. . . . Who told you this?"

"This girl. Beautiful, about my height, brunette, brown gorgeous eyes … in an annoying sort of way. I figured you were buds."

"No . . ." he mumbled, frowning. "The Harvest. . . . Did she say anything else?"

"Something about a Hellmouth. I really didn't like her."

Paige was glad that Buffy did not look her way; she might have pointed her out to the man. She did not want to reveal who she was not yet anyways.

"Look at them," Giles' tone bordered on annoyance. "Throwing themselves about ... completely unaware of the danger that surrounds them."

"Lucky them ..."

Paige sighed; she had a long way to go if this was going to be Buffy's attitude to not only her calling but her powers as well when her witch powers did finally show themselves. She wondered for a moment if Buffy had her powers bound, if that was why they had yet to reveal themselves. She decided to find out. She made her way past Buffy and down the stairs without the Slayer seeing her, thankfully. She walked into the back where she had found the bathrooms earlier. She entered the women's restroom and found an empty stall as she closed the stall door she orbed out and into Buffy's home.

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Dawn and Joyce sat watching a movie when suddenly orbing lights appeared in front of them and solidified into a woman. She jumped and stood in front of her mother, she didn't have Buffy's powers but she was not going to let her mother be killed by a demon.

"Dawn, sit down," Joyce said calmly.

Dawn looked at her mother and saw that Joyce was not frightened, not in the least bit. That puzzled her since her mother was supposed to not have believed in the supernatural.

"Sit, down," Joyce repeated as Dawn sat back down on the couch next to her.

Dawn hoped her mother knew what she was doing.

"Hello, Whitelighter," Joyce said as Dawn stared at her. She had not seen a Whitelighter since she had left that life behind and had bound hers, Buffy's and Dawn's powers. "What are you doing here? I'm no longer a witch. And neither are either of my daughters."

Paige sighed. "You bound both of your daughters' powers didn't you?"

"Yes I did," Joyce said as Dawn looked at her with confusion. "At the same time I bound my own. I lost a good friend to a demon. I did not want the same thing to happen to either Dawn or Buffy. It's why they didn't know anything about the supernatural till you orbed in."

"Buffy and I know about the supernatural," Dawn said. "In fact Buffy was called as the Slayer."

Joyce held her hand to her face in shock. "You mean she was telling the truth?" she asked as she looked at her youngest daughter.

"She was," Dawn said. "I know mom you had no part of the deal with her being in the institution, but you could have fought Dad over it."

Joyce sighed as Paige looked between her and Dawn. "My ex-husband knew nothing of the supernatural. He thought she was delusional, had her committed. She eventually recanted her story about fighting vampires and said it had been a way to get our attention."

Paige sighed. "Buffy is the Slayer. Maybe you should have told her and Dawn the truth, Mrs. Summers. If Buffy had the training in her powers she might have been prepared for being the Slayer. But because of what your ex-husband did, she no longer wants to be a part of that life. But she can't, she will be a Slayer till she dies. And I intend to make sure that doesn't happen for years to come."

Joyce let out a sigh and nodded. "I can't unbind her or Dawn's powers, not while mine are bound. I cast a spell to bind all of ours."

"I can fix that," Paige said. "Have you heard of the Charmed Ones?" Joyce nodded. "I'm not only a Whitelighter, but I'm a witch as well. I'm one of the Charmed Ones. If you give me the spell I can unbind yours, Dawn's and Buffy's."

"Will you be the one guiding both Dawn and Buffy?" Joyce asked.

"Yes," Paige replied. "And I will even ask the Elders if you can be added also as my charge."

After Paige had left Dawn stared at her mother for a long time. "Why didn't you tell me or Buffy, really mom, you had to have known what was going on?"

Joyce sighed. "I didn't want to believe what you two went through was related to the supernatural. I tried to distance you both from it, because I didn't want you two to go through what I went through."

"What did you go through, mom?" Dawn asked.

"My best friend was killed by a demon, the year Buffy was born."

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"There's one," Buffy said quickly.

Giles stopped. He peered down over the railing, completely nonplussed. "What? Where?"

Pointing, Buffy tried to show him. "Down there. Talking to that girl."

In one far corner stood a good-looking young man. He was talking to a girl, but from where they were standing, neither Giles nor Buffy could really get a good look at her.

Giles cast Buffy a doubtful look. "But you don't know—" he began, while Buffy vehemently interrupted.

"Oh, please! Look at his jacket. He's got the sleeves rolled up. And the shirt . . . deal with that outfit for a moment."

Again Giles looked perplexed. "It's dated?"

"It's carbon dated! Trust me—only someone who's been living underground for ten years would think that was the look."

"But . . . you didn't hone . . ."

Buffy scarcely heard him. She leaned farther out over the balcony and murmured, "Oh, no . . ."

The vampire was still chatting with the girl in the corner. Only now he was motioning her to come with him, and as she finally stepped into view, a sick feeling of dread rose in the pit of Buffy's stomach.

"Isn't that—" Giles began.

"Willow."

"What is she doing?"

"Seizing the moment," Buffy threw back at him as she started for the stairs.

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When Paige returned to the Bronze she found both the man and Buffy gone. She closed her eyes and sensed her charge and then making her way back into the bathroom stall she orbed out. She orbed in outside a mausoleum.

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"Who the hell are you?" Darla growled.

"Wow, you mean there's actually somebody around here who doesn't know already?" Buffy tossed back. "That's a relief. I'm telling you, having a secret identity in this town is a job of work."

As Buffy held their attention, Xander moved in between the two vampires. Nothing had quite prepared the creatures for this unexpected turn of events, and they slowly loosened their grips on Willow and Jesse.

"Buffy, we bail now, right?" Xander prompted, but Willow's date had managed to recover himself a little.

"Not yet," he snarled.

"Okay, first of all, what's with this outfit?" Buffy baited him. "Live in the now, okay? You look like DeBarge." Then turning to Darla, she added, completely unperturbed, "Now, we can do this the hard way, or . . . well, actually, there's just the hard way."

Darla stood her ground. "Fine with me."

"You sure?" Buffy persisted. "It's not gonna be pretty. We're talking violence, strong language, adult content."

Even as she spoke, Willow's date rushed her from behind, charging with lightning speed. With one graceful motion, Buffy whipped a stake out from beneath her jacket and stuck it out behind her. There was a dull puncture sound as the creature impaled himself. He stopped, eyes round with surprise, and then he thudded to the floor.

Buffy never even looked at him.

As he hit the ground, his body crumbled to dust.

"See what happens when you roughhouse?" Buffy told Darla.

Xander and Willow were speechless. All they could do was stare at the cold, empty floor where a body had lain only seconds ago. Darla, on the other hand, was wide-eyed and wary, but definitely not cowed.

She moved slowly around Buffy, preparing to fight the girl herself.

"He was young," Darla said in disgust. "And stupid."

"Xander, go," Buffy ordered.

"Don't go far," Darla echoed.

Without warning she lunged at Buffy. Buffy met her head-on, parrying Darla's blows with martial arts precision, while Xander herded the others out.

The three ran as quickly as they could through the woods, Willow and Xander half dragging, half carrying Jesse. No one spoke. They were all still trying to cope with the reality of what they'd just seen back there in the mausoleum. Buffy . . . The Slayer. . .

As Buffy got in another effective blow, Darla hit the ground painfully. Buffy wasn't joking anymore. She was sweaty and breathless, and all the humor had drained from her face.

"You know, I just wanted to start over," she said peevishly, planting one foot on Darla's chest. "Be like everybody else. Have some friends, maybe a dog . . . but no. You had to come here. You couldn't go suck on some other town."

"Who are you?" Darla glared up at her, fury in her eyes.

"Don't you know?"

But before Buffy could go on, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed her by the throat and lifted her bodily from the ground.

"I don't care," Luke said slowly.

She hadn't sensed him behind her. As Luke stepped from the shadows, his enormous bulk made her seem tiny and insignificant, and Buffy realized the odds were now dangerously against her. Luke tossed her into the air with no effort at all, hurling her a good fifteen feet. She landed badly and hit the wall with her face.

Luke turned on Darla, who was struggling to get up.

"You were supposed to be bringing an offering for the Master," he berated her. "We're almost at Harvest, and you dally with this child?"

"We had someone." Frightened now, Darla tried to defend herself. "But she came and . . . she killed Thomas . . . Luke, she's strong."

Luke fixed her with a contemptuous stare. "You go. I'll see if I can handle the little girl."

Buffy was trying to lift herself off the floor when Luke closed in and grabbed her. He'd counted on her being stunned, but she was ready for him this time. She knocked his arms away, then kicked him smartly in the face. It sent him back just a little, but he recovered himself almost instantly, landing a solid punch to her jaw.

"You are strong," Luke muttered. He slammed her back to the ground and gave a throaty laugh. "I'm stronger."

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Outside Paige decided she had listened long enough. If she didn't get in there, her charge might die before discovering that she was even a witch. So Paige orbed out.

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"You're wasting my time," Luke said calmly.

"Hey," Buffy retorted as Paige orbed in behind Luke. She hoped Paige was on her side, "I had other plans, too, okay?"

Luke shoved at the lid of the tomb. As the heavy stone slab flew straight at her, Buffy leaped over it and jumped on top. With one swift movement, Buffy flipped over and planted both feet solidly on Luke's chest.

The momentum caused both of them to fall, but Buffy managed to get up first, pulling out her stake and driving it toward his chest. Luke's hand shot out and grabbed it just before it made contact.

"You think you can stop me?" Luke's face was twisted with rage. "Stop us?"

"Yes, she can," Paige said as she held out her hand. "Stake." The stake orbed out of Luke's hand and into her own.

As Luke got up to face his new adversary he found her already driving the stake home as he exploded into dust.

"Who are you?" Buffy asked.

"My name is Paige Matthews," Paige said. "I'm your Whitelighter."

"And they are what?"

"Think of Whitelighters as guardian angels for witches," Paige said. "And you Buffy are not only the Slayer, but a witch. I'm here to guide you towards your destiny and help you in learning to control your powers."