The Favored Son - LXG/SN crossover - PG
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tigriswolfTitle: The Favored Son
Fandom: “Supernatural”/The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen crossover
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for movie
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 740
Point of view: third
Notes:tigris_lilsisread this and told me I've sunk to new depths. *shrugs* Make of that what you will.
He is not on her land, so she can do nothing.
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Storms roam Africa until he is brought home. He is laid in her earth, next to his bloodkin; she sings, joyful to have him back on her land where she rules unopposed.
His companions say their goodbyes and she waits. Her son, the StormSinger, summons the power needed.
Africa swore that her flesh, her blood, her boy, would never die. And Africa keeps her oaths.
The StormSinger screams and Africa’s power rolls through him. Lightning strikes the weapon spread out over her son’s grave; the power surges through his body.
His spirit speaks, whispers to her. She listens.
He is weary. Misses his bloodkin. He asks if she will let him go, for a time. Africa loves him enough to let him go, so the StormSinger halts.
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Africa waits. Generations of humanity are born and die, and still she waits. The StormSinger rests, always listening for Africa’s command.
She swore to never let him die, her favorite son, the child born of another land’s earth. She hears whispers in the air, blowing through her trees and bushes, murmuring to the creatures walking her dirt. The water that laps against her speaks of others coming, children of power—children like her boy.
And his soul calls to her, from his resting place. She has waited for dozens of human years and finally he is ready to come home.
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The StormSinger calls up lightning, sings to Africa; the bolt flashes across the water, strikes almost exactly in the center of Africa’s young sister, America.
America is not alive like Africa—none of her brothers or sisters are. That is why she cherishes her children so much; they can sing to her soul in a way nothing else ever has.
The StormSinger sighs; finally, he can rest. She feels him let go and cradles his body close, murmuring to him. She is proud of him, her son—not her favorite, but so close.
America will not treasure Africa’s son as she should—she has no life, cannot know. The only thing for Africa to do, to protect her treasured boy in this new life she has given him, is to be there with him.
But her roots go deep into the planet. She cannot remove herself, cannot cross the ocean and take America’s place. But what is there to do? She can hear him crying, a helpless newborn—it’s been so long since he was so young, and he cannot remember the life before…
And the StormSinger speaks from his rest, barely a whisper across her savannah. Africa consents.
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It will take power, such power as has not been seen in millennia, the StormSinger tells her. And there will be a price.
Africa pays it gladly.
Never again will she be so large, so strong, able to weather storms and birth mountains. Never again will she be able to protect all of her children.
She will become human, helpless and fragile, killable. Africa has never feared death, never had to—as the continent, she is beyond pain.
But her son cries out, and Africa tells the StormSinger she is ready.
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Africa awakens, breathes, cries. She remembers for only a single of her newborn human heartbeats, and then her consciousness sinks down, into her newfound flesh.
She is held tight in human arms; a voice speaks to her, but she knows not the words—and she is Africa no more.
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The StormSinger waits, as he always has. One day, Africa will have need of him—even if she is Africa no more, and now a human, with all the frailties. Even if she is no longer his mother, and instead a mere human boy.
Africa—Samuel—will call for him, and the StormSinger will fly across the water, will answer with joy.
Some of Africa still resides in Samuel’s weak flesh. Entities will sense that power, will attempt to wrest control… and the StormSinger cannot stop it until Samuel calls for him.
The StormSinger hopes Africa’s favorite son, now Samuel’s brother, will do what he must. Africa sacrificed herself to save him—the StormSinger can only pray Allan—Dean—will do the same.
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Date: 2007-07-21 03:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-21 02:43 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2007-07-21 06:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-07-23 06:56 pm (UTC)So...let's load Dean into a ship bound for Africa to save him from RED's clutches? ;)
If Sam will feature anything maternal in any story I'll write, I'll be thinking of you. And this.
Haven't seen LXG, but hubby gave a pretty detailed review. And there was some reason I was supposed to watch it... *thinks*
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Date: 2007-07-23 08:50 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2007-11-19 03:56 pm (UTC)Seriously, this is just....awesome! So much emotion and passion. You've personified Africa....not a lot of people can do that, and you've done is beautifully. Congratulations, you've just made me fall in love with you. :D
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Date: 2007-11-19 10:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-19 08:35 am (UTC)Wow! This is a beautifully crafted crossover you've written. Sparks a lot of imagination in me. I love Supernatural and LXG is also favorite. I love how you gave Africa such a 'spirit', I have no way to explain how wonderful you made that characterization. It's beautiful. And America being the young sister and Africa's maternal instinct, wanting to change places with her.
I would truthfully like to see more from this story line. It's wonderful and very creative.
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