Author's Note : I always thought that Charlotte needed a second chance, seeing as they kind of turned her into something of a cartoon villian towards the end. And since I've been on this really long Buffy kick, I figured I'd make her a Slayer. Takes place during the last episode of Buffy, and between season two and three of H2O. Also, this is my first attempt at a multi-chaptered story, so tell me if I need to fix something.

Disclaimer : I own neither H2O or Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Charlotte Watsford walked through her school, her head hung. It had been a few weeks since the... incident at Mako Island, and even now, she still felt ashamed of herself. She had been given a wonderful gift, but, just like her grandmother, she had thrown it all away. But Charlotte had tried to salvage what little dignity she had and move on. She threw herself into her art, mostly aquatic themed, painting everything that she had seen while swimming underwater.

She looked up, only to see Rikki, Cleo, and Emma walking toward her, talking amongst themselves. She had indirectly apologized to them, through Lewis of course, but since then, they had not spoken to one another. So far, Charlotte had managed to do a good job of dodging the trio, trying as hard as she could to avoid a confrontation between the three, particularly with Rikki, but now they werer headed right toward her. Charlotte quickly looked around for a place to hide, and ducked into a broom closet, shutting the door just as the three girls passed.

For a few minutes, Charlotte sat in the dark, her back pressed against the door as she waited. One day, she hoped she'd find the courage to actually look the three in the eyes, but for now, it seemed like hiding in a maintenance closet was the way to go.

When she figured it was safe, she stood up and went to open the door. She jiggled the doorknob, but it refused to budge. Somehow, when she had shut the door, it had locked behind her.

"Great," Charlotte murmured. She knocked on the door for a few minutes, calling out for help, but no one answered, and eventually, she gave up. Charlotte went to her bag, rooting through it for her cell phone, but to her dismay, it wasn't there.

"Hello?!" she screamed again at the door, "Is there anyone out there?!" Charlotte rested her forehead against the wood, half-heartedly twisting the knob. If she still had her powers, she could've blasted off the door with a gust of wind, or frozen the handle enough to be able to shatter it. A tear of not only sadness but regret slipped down her cheek, which Charlotte wiped away. She slid down to the floor, her head buried in her knees.

Suddenly, she felt something... bloom inside her. It was hard to describe, but it was kind of like when she had first found herself in the Moon Pool, changing into something different altogether. Like magic was flowing into her, and she felt stronger now. Charlotte slowly stood up, her hand reaching for the handle. She grabbed hold of it, and in one move, wrenched the entire thing free, leaving a hole in the door, and the knob free in her hand. Almost comically, she pushed the door open, her jaw dropped. Just that morning, she had had trouble opening a jar of peanut butter, and now the handle in her hand was bent like paper.

"How did I do that?" she murmured, dropping the metal. For the second time in her life, something strange happened to Charlotte Watsford, and there was only one person she knew who had experience with strange stuff. Charlotte grabbed her bookbag and went to find Lewis.