rocks of black obsidian - SN fic - PG
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tigriswolfTitle: rocks of black obsidian
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Adrienne Rich.
Warnings: spoilers for pilot; oblique incest; AU?
Pairings: John/Mary, Sam/Jessica
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 425
Point of view: third
“Tell me what you want,” it says. She looks at it, a being of ash and shadow, fire revealing its eyes, and replies, “I want someone to love, someone who loves me.”
It gazes long at her scarred and broken body, at the spirit waning within her, and knows that no human could love her as she is now.
So it gives her a new body, a new life, and tells her, “There will be price, Mistress.”
She spins, staring at herself in the mirror, at her bright hair and beautiful eyes, at her lovely form. “I’ll pay gladly,” she answers.
It waits twenty years to come for her, letting her enjoy her new existence. It took from her all memories of her life before, but when it arrives, she recognizes it.
And it takes her, as it had warned her it would.
She accepts her lot gracefully, once she calms. “What will another life cost?” she asks.
“Tell me what you want,” it says.
“I want to see my sons grow. I want to know they’re happy and safe,” she replies.
“Give me your second son to be my heir, and you will have a third—final—life.”
She stares at it. “He belongs to himself—how can I trade him?”
It smiles, fangs of shadow causing her to shudder. “You created him, my dear. You carried him within you, cradled by your muscle and your flesh, warmed by your body and fed by your blood. He is yours.”
She ponders for a long moment. “Give me a third life and my son will be your heir,” she whispers, shame in her voice.
It watches as she meets Sam at university, as they fall in love. It waits until her firstborn comes for Sam to act, to return the knowledge of her previous lives: a crippled survivor of fire and a loving schoolteacher. Both had sold away souls, only one of which was hers.
Jessica sobs in memory of what she gave up as Mary—“You’ll be good to him?” she begs.
It nods, sulfur in the air. “I’ll even let him keep Dean,” it tells her.
Jessica asks, “What happens now?”
“We complete the deal. You’ve finished three lives, and that’s all you’ll get.” It softens its voice to say, “You’ve lived more than most, Mistress. And to show how much I care for you, each of your sons will also have three lives.”
She smiles and asks, “Please let me see them one last time?”
It nods, granting her final request.
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Date: 2007-10-18 03:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-18 12:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-18 08:54 am (UTC)Oh, this hits in all the right places, and HURTS, and it could be CANON, and.
ow. ::flails::
this is gonna be running round in my head all day when I should be concentrating on my job interview, dammit.
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Date: 2007-10-18 12:30 pm (UTC)Thank you, though!
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Date: 2007-10-18 09:50 am (UTC)This is eerily easy to imagine.
That's all.
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Date: 2007-10-18 12:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-19 04:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-19 07:20 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2007-10-19 06:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-19 07:22 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2007-10-19 10:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-20 04:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-20 04:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-20 02:24 pm (UTC)