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Not My Momma\'s Fairytales	By : MissiYoung Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 22088 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Six: Moving Forward

Charlie called Harry Monday evening and he came over for the game again on Tuesday. On Wednesday Charlie came home to find the Cullen teens and Jacob Black nearly overflowing his tiny living room and used that as an excuse to trade his uniform for sweats and go see Harry, who greeted him with a warm smile. Charlie got to see the remodeling in progress for the first time and complimented Harry on his ambition. Harry blushed, leading Charlie into the kitchen and offering refreshments; Charlie accepted, eager for any excuse to stay. They had a comfortable conversation about their days that led into what Harry’s next project was going to be; the forecast for next week was sunny, so Harry was planning to get the roof re-tarred. When he admitted concern for the sheer scope of the project and mentioned hiring a few people for assistance Charlie pointed out that he had a house full of teenagers who would either like to make money themselves or would know people who did. They agreed that this was a good plan and left for the Swan residence where they were greeted warmly by said teenagers. The Cullen’s moaned about forced family bonding on a camping trip the next week but Jacob agreed eagerly enough, promising to bring some friends with him. Harry accepted and the ‘adults’ returned to Harry’s kitchen, where he’d promised Bella he’d feed her father. When Harry walked Charlie home that night it was to another one of those earth shattering kisses and a quietly spoken ‘good night’. They spoke on the phone again Thursday and had lunch Friday. Harry met with the Quileute tribal elders while Charlie was fishing Saturday (he had no idea they were exchanging information about their respective species) and they all sat around a bonfire joking and laughing afterward; they met at the Cullen’s for Sunday dinner.

The next several weeks passed in much the same way (Sunday with the Cullen’s, Saturday with the Tribe, small connections by phone or in person everyday) until Charlie decided that the status quo had to change; he was still in his damn rut, and he’d pulled Harry into it with him since their relationship had started nearly four months earlier. The only question was how he was going to do it; Charlie was self aware enough to know that he needed help. Billy was his first thought but Charlie regretted that quickly; watching a game while eating dinner and following that up with sex was not exactly the hopefully romantic date he had in mind. Tammy, Dale and Dirk were even worse; they didn’t get much further than insisting that he needed flowers but descended into an argument about what kind and forgot about anything else. When the next Sunday came around Charlie found himself alone with Carlisle for awhile and, desperate for any sort of advice, asked a man whose wife nearly glowed from his love for her. Carlisle thankfully didn’t seem to find the question strange, seeing it as a part of their growing friendship.

The Doctor also had some damn good ideas.

Monday evening after work Charlie came home to Bella, Alice, and Rosalie in his kitchen giggling over dinner preperations. Charlie hesitated in the doorway for a moment, catching Rosalie’s attention; she set down the knife she was using to shred cabbage for coleslaw and approached him with concern clear on her face.

“What’s wrong, Uncle Charlie?”

Charlie took a deep breath; he never thought he’d ever be saying these words in his entire life.

“I need fashion advice.”

Tuesday morning Harry checked his email as he did every morning. There was his daily email from Luna; unlike the usual chatter about her day and such this one had only two words.

It’s time.

Harry knew what his ‘sister’ meant and frankly it frightened him. When Charlie called to see if Harry wanted to get lunch together Harry invited the man to eat at his nearly completely remodeled home instead, brushing off the man’s questions at his obvious nerves. Harry made a simple lunch, just hot sandwiches and soup, and they ate in peaceful silence. Charlie still had nearly twenty minutes left on his break when they were finished; he pinned Harry with his ‘cop stare’.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

Harry took a deep breath.

“I really need to talk to you about something but I’m rather worried. I’m sure I’m just being silly, but I can’t quite help it. There isn’t really enough time now, and I’d rather you not be distracted at work this afternoon. Perhaps we could discuss it this evening?”

Charlie frowned, really worried now.

“I had plans with the girls tonight in Port Angeles, but I can reschedule.”

Harry shook his head adamantly.

“No, the girls love spending time with you. This can wait. And…oh screw it, I’m chickening out. I have a book. I can mark the pages and you can read it whenever you have the time. If you have any questions you can ask me…”

Harry’s voice drifted off and Charlie realized that it was in fact possible to be even more worried.

“Just tell me this. Are you sick?”

Harry was visibly surprised by the question.

“No, no, it’s nothing like that, Charlie. I promise you that I’m fine; this is just something that I need to tell you. I’m hoping that you’ll understand why I haven’t been able to yet.”

Charlie had a feeling that no matter what it was he’d understand why Harry hadn’t told him; the younger man was clearly nervous about this, almost to the point of being sick. He promised to read whatever Harry wanted him to as soon as possible and took a deep breath while Harry ducked out of the room to fetch the book. When Harry returned he was holding a fairly large book with a nondescript brown cover; it didn’t have a title, but it did have a gold colored engraving of what looked like two crescent moons facing one another as though to form a ring. There were two ribbons inserted between the pages, both blue; presumably to mark the place where Charlie was to begin and end his reading. Charlie rose to accept the book before placing it on the table for the moment and pulling Harry close; he wasn’t good with words but Charlie tried to let his lips show Harry that whatever was written in that book wouldn’t change anything if Charlie had a say in it.

The shopping trip with the girls wasn’t nearly as frightening as he’d expected it to be and it was a happy man who arrived home just before eight o’clock that evening. Bella went to her room to work on a paper so Charlie retrieved Harry’s book from his bedside table, taking it downstairs to his recliner; with a beer at hand he opened to the first ribbon. The title of the chapter was surprising enough.

The Faerae, Warriors Without Equal

It was frankly not much more believable from there but every time Charlie felt the urge to scoff he remembered Harry’s nerves and pressed on; even if this wasn’t real, Harry believed it and that made it important for Charlie to understand. It was nearly ten by the time he was finished and Charlie certainly had questions, he just didn’t know where to begin. He also didn’t want to accidentally insult the man he cared for; Harry’s sanity was, however, very much in question. Charlie heard Bella’s cell phone ring but ignored it, staring at the photograph on the last page between Harry’s ribbons. It moved, first of all, and it seemed to melt from a completely normal looking man into a being that was just so otherworldly and back; despite the frankly frightening appearance, Charlie couldn’t help but see the human man in this so called monster. Wings sprouted from the man’s back but they were unlike anything he’d ever seen before; between the supports was a thin layer of skin that looked almost like rice paper, while the supports themselves were clearly metal (titanium, according to the caption) and must have weighed a ton. While the man’s light brown hair had been long as a human, it became longer, darker, wilder and seemed to move on its own when the picture changed; it also seemed thicker, and Charlie thought it wiggled a bit like a particularly fat worm about to be hooked. While he had something of a pale tan as a human, the man in the picture almost glowed golden after the change; his cheekbones stood out sharply, almost like a bone ridge in a bright silver that contrasted with his golden skin. His eyes were perhaps the most striking, and the most human all at the same time; the warm hazel of the human remained, but the white and black changed to a dark shade of pink that combined to somehow convey love and protection all at once, completely at odds with the fearsome snarl on the painted face. Charlie hadn’t heard Bella come down the stairs but his head snapped up when he heard the front door open; moments later she was smiling softly at him from the doorway to the living room, leaving Carlisle and Esme standing there with a medium sized painting. Charlie hastily shut the book and stood but Esme waved him back down with a gentle smile; and then Carlisle began his story.

It was nearly midnight when Charlie made it to bed but he felt a lot more secure in his own knowledge of the world.

Wednesday was terrible for Harry. He’d worked himself into a right state all day Tuesday and while he knew there wasn’t much chance for Charlie to have read the chapter on his species that very night Harry couldn’t help worrying that it would lose him his Potential.

Who am I kidding? He stopped being a Potential two months ago; I’ve pretty much Chosen him at this point.

When the end of Charlie’s workday came on Wednesday without word from the man Harry pretty much knew that Charlie had read about the Faerae; the lack of contact only solidified Harry’s worst fears. As darkness fell Harry began to grieve the loss of his Chosen; it seemed stupid and fast to be so attached even to himself but he couldn’t help it. He’d have other Potentials, of course, and he could always Choose another but Charlie Swan would forever have a piece of his heart. At around nine o’clock there was a quiet knock on the door that Harry identified as Bella’s; throwing on a quick glamour to hide his grief Harry answered, hoping that his voice wouldn’t give him away. Bella met Harry’s (hopefully) welcoming smile with an intense look.

“Alice called and asked me to tell you not to be too hasty. What’s going on?”

Harry sighed quietly, leaning into the door frame; he made it a point never to be alone in private with a minor and though they both knew nothing would ever happen between them Bella respected that and was used to having conversations in his doorway if her father or friends weren’t there.

“I gave your Dad a book yesterday so he could read about the Faerae. I haven’t heard from him since.”

Bella winced; that couldn’t feel good.

“I understand. I’m sorry, for what it’s worth, and I hope we can still be friends.”

Harry’s smile was sad despite himself.

“I think that’s up to your Father, Bella, but I’ll still answer any questions you have and pass on recipes as I get them.”

Bella nodded sadly and wished Harry a good night. He watched until she was inside as he always did before closing his own door. As soon as her door shut behind her Bella caught sight of Rosalie on the stairs and burst into tears.

Charlie was having a frustrating day. First he’d overslept because he’d been up so late the night before. Then once he got to the station he hadn’t even gotten a cup of coffee before a call came from higher up (some Brass who’d never even set foot in Forks) that Charlie had accumulated too much vacation time and was required to start taking at least two paid days off a week for the foreseeable future, unless he wanted to take an actual vacation and burn some of it up that way. This wouldn’t have been quite so much of a problem except that Dale was supposed to start Paternity Leave on Monday and Charlie was planning to pull double shifts to cover. Thankfully Dirk and Tammy worked out a system that would give Dirk the overtime he needed with his new mortgage and Tammy would cover the desk on Thursdays and Fridays while Charlie was out. Then some idiot on a motorcycle went tearing through town without a helmet and ended up in critical care while Charlie swept nearly half a mile looking for the man’s wallet. As if all that wasn’t enough, just as Charlie was picking up the phone to call Harry and beg to be joined for lunch the damn thing rang; it was Billy calling about an emergency at the rez. Of course Charlie jumped and got there as quickly as possible only to find out that the emergency was a meeting with the Tribal Elders, who wanted to let him know that his nephew and his nephew’s friends were Werewolves. That took all afternoon and a good portion of the night because they insisted on sharing legends mixed in with the basic facts (which were really all Charlie needed, but he’d known these men too long to say so). When Charlie finally pulled up outside his home just after 9:30 that night he was starting to wonder if he was human; if he was then why had everyone decided to tell him their secrets all at once? Harry was easily explained since his secret affected the future of their relationship, and Carlisle was understandable even if Charlie wished the man had waited a day or two so he could talk to Harry. The Quileutes, on the other hand, could easily have waited; it seemed more like a pissing contest there than anything else.

Charlie settled back in his seat with a sigh as he cut off the engine, looking down the road to Harry’s house. There was muted light in the living room and Charlie wondered if it was too late at night to knock; he knew he needed to talk to Harry but more than anything else Charlie just wanted to hold his boyfriend for awhile and let the day melt away. With another sigh, this one much heavier, Charlie opened the car door and heaved himself out. Once he was inside he had to fight himself to lock the door, reminding himself several times that it was too late at night to go visiting, and he made for the stairs and a shower. Passing the living room doorway his plans changed; Bella was asleep on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket with her head on Rosalie’s lap. Bella had clearly been crying and Rosalie looked sad; Charlie was instantly worried. Ducking into the room quickly he squatted next to the sofa, running a hand over Bella’s hair and whispering to Rosalie.

“What happened?”

Rosalie still just looked…sad, which wasn’t a look Charlie was used to from the fiery blonde. Her voice was a sad whisper when she responded with a question of her own.

“Did you break up with Harry because he isn’t human?”

Charlie wondered if he looked as shocked at the question as he felt because where had that come from?

“I haven’t even had a chance to talk to Harry since he gave me that book. When I do I’m certainly not planning to end things.”

Rosalie nodded, looking slightly relieved. And then…

“He thinks you are.”

Charlie sighed (he was starting to feel melodramatic with all the sighing he’d done that evening) and ran a tired hand over his face. A quick glance at his watch showed it to be quarter till ten.

“I guess it’s not too late to go visiting tonight after all. Clearly we need to talk about this.”

Rosalie still seemed sad, though, and Charlie had a feeling that he knew why; he reached for her hand, now no longer concerned that she always seemed to be so cold.

“Rosalie, I don’t care that he’s not human. I have spent the last twenty four hours discovering that none of the people I consider family in this town are, except Bella. And frankly I have my doubts about her sometimes.”

That did it; Rosalie’s face lit with her beautiful smile and she let out a quiet giggle.

“Thanks, Uncle Charlie. Now go get changed and tell Harry he’s wrong.”

Charlie chuckled slightly, although he felt like sighing again, and stood. After stretching out his aching legs for a moment he leaned over and picked up his daughter. Rosalie led the way, opening Bella’s door and pulling down her comforter. Charlie grabbed sweatpants and a tshirt from his room before hurrying to the bathroom, intending to shower as quickly as possible. When he stepped out of the tiny room ten minutes later Rosalie was standing there with her cell phone and a mischievous smile.

“Alice called. Did Carlisle tell you about her gift?”

Charlie nodded warily, not quite sure where this was going.

“She said to tell you to take a long weekend for yourselves. She also said to tell you that we’ll see you on Sunday and Bella will stay with us and be home after school on Monday.”

After a moment of simply staring at the Vampire Charlie decided to just accept this as ‘one of those things’ and move on so he thanked her before giving her a hug and leaving. He could only hope Harry would be willing to talk.

By ten Harry had pretty much stopped crying and was drifting comfortably on his sofa watching Stargate: SG1. There was a quiet knock at the door but Harry wasn’t sure if it was real or part of the television show his half conscious brain was following so he ignored it. When it came again there was no way it was part of the show since they were in what he called the Temple of Information and no one knocked in that scene; he roused himself enough to get up and went to answer the door, not sure who would be calling at that hour. When the door opened to show Charlie Harry was stunned and a bit embarrassed; he hadn’t bothered to glamour over his grief this time so he looked like crap. Charlie didn’t seem to notice; they stood in awkward silence for a moment before Harry moved to the side and quietly, almost silently, invited him in. Harry invited Charlie to have a seat in the living room and went into the kitchen to fetch them both something to drink; the formality felt odd considering how comfortably informal they’d been since the beginning. When Harry came back into the living room Charlie was seated on the sofa where Harry had been comfortably dozing minutes before; handing the man a beer, Harry kept hold of his own and headed toward the oversized chair across the way. Before he’d taken more than two steps Charlie grabbed his wrist and pulled him backwards; Harry ended up sprawled across both the sofa and Charlie, beer exploding out of the can and all over the both of them, the floor, and the sofa while the can itself made a flying leap out of Harry’s hand. After a moment of shocked silence Harry burst into laughter, his tension adding an edge of hysteria. Charlie joined in, his own tension bleeding out until they got themselves under control. Finally they were calm enough for Harry to sit up, ignoring the beer covering their corner of the living room for a moment. His voice was still slightly hesitant, though he was clearly trying to hide it.

“I wasn’t expecting you tonight.”

Charlie took a deep breath and, hoping he wouldn’t be rebuffed, boldly swiveled in his seat and lay down with his head on Harry’s damp leg. Harry, for his part, looked surprised but did nothing to move the man so Charlie counted it as a victory. Pushing his luck he reached up and grabbed the hand hovering over his head, bringing it to his chest; again, Harry didn’t pull away so it was counted as a victory.

“Today sucked.”

Harry winced at the bald statement and started whispering apologies; Charlie spoke over him, ignoring the quiet words.

“I finished the chapter on Faerae last night and before I had much time to think about it beyond wondering if you needed professional help Carlisle and Esme were knocking on my door.”

Harry watched him intently, making a clearly false face of offense at hearing of Charlie’s thoughts on his sanity. The younger man also remained silent, letting Charlie say whatever he needed to.

“They told me their history and answered a couple of questions I had about you and about them. It was really late when I got to bed and I overslept this morning, so I was late to work. I had a rough morning and was in the process of calling you and begging you to meet me for lunch so I’d have ten minutes of calm but there was a call about an emergency on the Reservation. Took them all damn day to let me know something that could have taken ten minutes, and I get the feeling they only told me what they are because the Cullen’s did. I got home, took a shower, talked to Rosalie for a minute, and came over here. I was afraid it was too late to come visit but Rosalie convinced me that it wasn’t.”

Charlie fell silent and Harry took a deep breath; Charlie had trouble reading his face for all the emotions chasing themselves across it.

“I…I…I was so worried when I didn’t hear from you. I knew I needed to tell you before we could move forward, though, and got advised by Luna yesterday that it was time. If I’d known everyone else was going to tell you all at once I would have waited!”

Charlie let out a wry chuckle.

“Frankly you’re the only one I care about; I appreciate Carlisle letting me know, especially since Edward is Bella’s boyfriend, but he could have waited a few days.”

Harry hummed thoughtfully, running the fingers of his free hand through Charlie’s hair.

“I think Carlisle did the right thing. He not only gave you peace of mind where Edward and Bella are concerned, he also made himself available to answer questions you may have been uncomfortable asking me yourself.”

Charlie hummed in response, enjoying the gentle scalp massage while his hands absently played with the hand he held captive.

“Maybe. A day or two couldn’t have hurt, though.”

Harry chuckled and they talked about nothing much of any importance for awhile until Charlie started to drift off; Harry nudged him gently.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

Charlie burrowed into Harry’s leg obstinently.

“Don’t wanna move.”

Harry chuckled at the childish gesture but continued prodding the man’s shoulder, reminding him that he had an impressionable teenager at home and needed to consider the sort of message he was sending. Charlie refused to play along.

“She’s fine. She’s with Rosalie, and Alice is going to stay with them after she gets finished hunting.”

Harry sighed with clearly exaggerated reluctance.

“Two impressionable teenagers, then, with another on the way.”

Charlie snorted, refusing to budge.

“Please, Rosalie could teach me a few things, and I bet Alice could too.”

Harry laughed outright at that, conceding defeat.

“Come on, then, we won’t both fit on the sofa without killing our backs in the morning.”

Charlie reluctantly got up and his nerves set in.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed. I just realized how bad that came across.”

Harry laughed.

“Oh please, the only reason I haven’t taken you hostage to do something much more strenuous than the sleep we’ll be getting tonight yet is because you have an impressionable teenager waiting for you at home. If she’s not all that impressionable then I’m not all that worried.”

Charlie laughed at the unexpectedly blunt response but followed Harry out of the room. After a moment he stopped the younger man as a thought hit him.

“We should probably clean up that beer before it molds or something.”

Harry nodded, having forgotten about it entirely, and hesitated for a moment before flexing his wrist; his wand slid into his hand smoothly and, with a sharp flick, the mess was gone. Charlie was duly impressed and they turned toward the stairs just as a quiet knock came at the door. Exchanging a look, the two men approached cautiously; Charlie flipped the switch for the porch light while Harry opened the door. There was no one there, despite it having been mere seconds since the knock; there was, however, a duffel bag that Charlie recognized as the one he used to go to the gym in Port Angeles for his required physical training. A quick perusal of its contents showed a couple changed of clothes, pajamas, toiletries, and his cell phone charger. He shot a confused look at Harry who quirked an eyebrow in response.

“Apparently you’ve been kicked out for a few days.”

Charlie laughed as they shut the door.

“I guess so.”

They each took a quick shower to get the beer off and crawled into Harry’s bed. Neither had shared a bed with anyone for a long while so it was a bit awkward at first but eventually they drifted off to sleep. Both woke ocassionally during the night when the other moved but they were quickly able to relax back into sleep; ever the closet optimist, Charlie counted that as a good omen.

A.N.~Still cowritten by MyLadyVaughan, although there are no quotes in this particular chapter. I've had most of this sitting on my hard drive for awhile now but I'm just not sure I'm happy with it. The plan has always been for the scion of the big bad warrior race to give him a book instead of talking to him like a man, but for some reason I just couldn't get the information I wanted to fit in there properly without sounding like 'insert informative essay here', you know? So I cut most of that. The info will come up as needed, I promise, but I just couldn't bear to have yet another fic with 'insert essay here' as a plot point, I'm sorry. I'm not sure I like where this ended, either, but I figured I'd quit while I was behind lol.

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