Pairing: Alex Russo/Justin Russo
Fic Title: Bewitched, Bothered, And Bewildered
Rating/Warning(s): PG-13 / incest, consent issues
Special Rec: 22/30
Why This Must Be Read: Leave it to Alex Russo to cast a love spell without reading the fine print. This plot with everyone going love crazy is something I could easily see happening on the show, and the way this author writes Justin and Alex is just so perfect. As they both try to figure out the line where the spell ends and their feelings for each other begin.
"What's going on here?"
"Look, Justin," she says, taking a step forward and laying a hand on his arm. Justin looks down at it, and then he reaches for her, too, his free hand settling just above her hip.
And now they're standing way too close. Which is ... okay, not the weirdest thing that's happened to her today, but it's still making her skin prickle uncomfortably, like the temperature in the lair has just gone up a few thousand degrees.
She takes a tentative step back, and that seems to break the mood; Justin drops his hand, and tilts his head to the side, his mouth falling open.
"Okay," she says. "What was that?"
Justin's mouth works wordlessly, and eventually he seems to get a grip on himself. "Why don't you tell me?"
"Me?" she asks. "Why would I know what's going on?"
He glares at her, and it's amazing how he can go from guy mode to brother mode in a heartbeat. Um. Not that she wants him to be in guy mode, or anything. Or that that's even what that was.
"Alex," he says, and she can't help noticing that his hands are clenching by his side, as if he wants to reach out for her and is trying not to. Or as if he wants to strangle her and is trying not to. "Mom and dad? Max and that stupid shirt? Harper and that guy yesterday? There's something going on here, and I'm pretty sure you know what it is."
There's a tense moment, and then she cracks. Okay, she's weak. But Justin is right - something is definitely going wrong with the spell, and he's probably the only person who can help her fix it.
"Fine," she says. "But before I tell you, know that I was only trying to help."
"Trying to help what?" he asks.
"I was trying to get mom and dad back together," she says, and takes a deep breath. "So I used magic."
"Alex," he says. "Don't you remember what happened last time we tried that?"
"Yes," she says. "Which is why I didn't order another Cupid."
"What did you do?"
"I used Aphrodite's gift," she says, and she could swear that all the colour drains from Justin's face in an instant. So, that's probably not good. "Is that bad?"
"Aphrodite," he says, as if he can't quite believe she would do something so stupid. Which, to be fair, is how he sounds most of the time, so she's not entirely sure if it has anything to do with the spell. "The Greek goddess of love, desire, and ..."
He doesn't say it, but he doesn't have to. Sex.
Okay, so maybe she could have done a little more research before she used the spell.
"So, bad," she says. "How do we fix it?"
"Where did you find the spell?"
Alex hands him the book silently, and he flips through it, scanning the pages until he finds the right one. She doesn't think it's possible for him to get any paler, but his lips tighten into a thin line, and she's guessing that's not a good sign, either.
"Tell me there's good news."
"Not so much," he says, and he isn't quite looking at her. "The spell can't be reversed."
"Yeah. Oh. It says here we have to wait for it to wear off."
"And how long will that take?" Maybe it isn't the smartest thing to be asking questions right now, but Justin isn't exactly being forthcoming.
"It doesn't say."
"Oh," she says again. She steps forward, and lays her hand on his; he looks up at her, and there's something in his eyes that would be unreadable if she didn't know exactly what it was.
She doesn't notice him move forward, but a second later they're definitely standing a little closer together, and she can't quite bring herself to look away.
"Alex," Justin says, and his voice is a little strained, like he's trying to hold back.
"What?" she asks, and okay, maybe she's a little breathless. It's really hot in here.
"The spell," he says, and she looks at him quizzically, and then it hits her - oh, the spell. That. This.
"Right," she says, and draws back hurriedly; Justin does the same, and she leaves the lair ahead of him, wondering why she suddenly feels the need to take a cold shower.
(Okay, but maybe not wondering very hard.)