Twined - SV/GG crossover fic - PG
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tigriswolfFandom: "Smallville"/"Gilmore Girls" crossover
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for season 5 of "Gilmore Girls" and season 4 of "Smallville"
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: ten interconnected drabbles
Point of view: third
Notes: I have a sickness.
I
He limps out of Smallville, bleeding and broken, wishing for death with every step.
But eventually he makes it, hitches a ride, leaves the United States for Britain, and swears to never look back.
A few years pass and he never thinks about Smallville and what happened—or Mom.
For her, he feels only satisfaction, because finally, after everything—he won.
He escaped her, he survived her, he is beyond her grip at last. He’s living the life he always wanted and she cannot touch him anymore.
In Britain he is no longer Jason, Genevieve’s son. He is just Jason.
II
Stars Hollow is stifling. He can’t breathe there. He can’t stand the town. Can’t stand the happy buildings or the smiling people or the looks he receives. Adulterer. Betrayer.
None of them care that it takes two to have hard-core sex, and he has to leave. Get out. Escape before Stars Hollow takes what’s left of him.
So he does. One day he just gets in his car and drives. Doesn’t matter where so long as he gets out.
He drives until he hits the Gulf of Mexico and from there he heads for the Pacific.
And finally he’s free.
III
But he’s American, so he can’t stay away forever. But he doesn’t go to Kansas or anywhere near it.
He ends up in Nevada and just drifts for awhile. He loves the feeling of having nothing to do, no part to play. Revels in it.
He rises with the sun and drives until he has to stretch his legs. The heat is welcome after the damp air of Britain, and the dust doesn’t bother him..
Eventually he leaves Nevada and visits the Grand Canyon for a few days before moving on.
He’s got nowhere to be, nothing to do.
Freedom.
IV
He gazes out over the Pacific, feels the wind on is face, smells the salt, hears the roar of the largest ocean. Something inside him swells and breaks with the waves.
He was never a poet, didn’t have a way with words. But now—
Now he’s no longer who he was. Now he can do as he pleases, meet no one’s expectations but his own. And that knowledge—that knowledge tastes good on his tongue.
He spreads his arms and laughs, rushing into the waves. He lets them push and pull him, and does not fight.
He sighs and succumbs.
V
Jason sits in the sand and watches the Pacific’s tide. The rolling waves make a soothing lullaby and he leans back, closes his eyes.
He’s been here before, with his parents, with friends, with a few fuck-buddies. But he has never been here alone. He finds that he prefers it this way.
Jason opens his eyes and gazes at the deep blue sky. It’s been so long since he just looked at it he’d nearly forgotten how beautiful it truly is.
He sits up to stretch and sees some guy floating in the water, floating out to sea.
He moves.
VI
He dreams of a better time, when he was happy with Rory. So young, so innocent—happy with no knowledge of the fuck-ups just over the horizon.
He dreams of his childhood in Chicago, when he had friends and hopes, when he wasn’t blamed for anything that wasn’t his fault.
He dreams of his marriage, the mistake and the sham. He dreams of beautiful Lindsay and how he hurt her.
He dreams of every single thing he’s ever done wrong, every cruel word he’s ever said, every mistake he’s ever made.
And then Dean wakes up.
Which, honestly, is odd.
VII
Jason plunges into the waves, trying to get to the guy in time. He grabs hold of the guy’s arm and pulls, bringing him back in to shore.
By this time, other swimmers have noticed and they hurry over to help. Someone on the beach calls 911 and luckily one of the others is a doctor on vacation.
Jason is shoved back as they try to save the guy, and he’s content with that. He trudges back up the beach, gets in his car, and without looking back takes off.
He has no clue where he’s going.
So he drives.
VIII
It’s awhile before Dean gets back on the road, but finally he does.
His little attempt caught notice and he was pulled from the waves. Once he’s over the anger, he feels grateful.
Maybe he didn’t want to be dead after all.
His car breaks down in Montana so he walks. He walks until he can’t anymore and then he sleeps. Once he wakes up, he keeps on walking.
He loses track of the days, eats some berries when he can’t stand the hunger, and walks. And he feels content. He’ll die here, alone, away from everything he’s ever known—
IX
When Jason sees the guy on the side of the road, his eyes widen. He almost stops the car, slams on the brakes, wants to see if it’s really him.
But instead he keeps on driving. He breezes past and sees the guy in a glance—torn jeans; faded, loose black shirt; old, beat-up shoes; long, dark tangled hair.
Twenty miles down the road, he turns around and heads back. He can’t explain it, doesn’t think too long on it.
He has to. He needs to. A part of him—a part of him wants to.
Jason stops the car.
X
When the guy stops the car in front of him, Dean thinks hard for a long moment before opening the door and sliding in.
The guy—young, dark blond hair, huge hazel eyes—says, “Jason” and he replies with, “Dean.” It’s the first word he’s spoken in weeks.
“Thirsty?” Jason asks and doesn’t wait for Dean’s answer. He grabs the half-empty bottle of water from the cup holder and hands it to Dean.
Dean takes it, gulps it down, lets it hang from his hand.
“Where you headed?” Jason asks.
Dean doesn’t know, so he can’t say. He shrugs, smiles.
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Date: 2006-11-10 01:14 am (UTC)Yeah, he should certainly be careful. But I think the kids'll be okay.
OCD hippie? That's a first, too.
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Date: 2006-11-10 01:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-10 01:21 am (UTC)Fine, I'll accept it now. I apologize for the confusion.
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Date: 2006-11-10 04:47 am (UTC)