various drabbles - PG, PG13

[tigriswolf]

Title: to believe it done

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: spoilers for up to “The Magnificent Seven”

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 300

Point of view: third

 

            The Demon is dead, but Sam doesn’t feel free. There’s still a pressure in his chest, a weight—Mom knew her killer, and darkness is swirling inside him. Whatever plans It had are still unfolding.

            And Dean brought him back. Dean fucked with the natural order, and he isn’t the least regretful. Sam can’t even fault him for it—would he have done any different?

            Dean’s acting like he hasn’t a care in the world, like he’s free now the Demon’s dead. But Sam knows better. Some part of It is in him, and It’s getting bigger all the time.

            What happens after Dean’s debt comes due? When Dean’s gone, Sam won’t have any reason to fight anymore.

            Dean laughs, a lightness in the sound Sam’s never heard before. Sam can’t cheapen his sacrifice by telling the truth. Dean thinks they finally won, after twenty-five years of fighting. And Sam won’t ruin that for him.

 

            The boy-king, Pride calls him. Open season, Pride says. Prodigy, Pride sneers.

            Sam doesn’t fight, hoping if he dies, Dean’ll be free. But that blond bitch, whoever she is, steps in with a knife that kills demons—like the Colt.

            He knows Dean’ll try to bring him back again, but if he uses that knife, there won’t be anything left. (He hopes. God, he hopes so very hard.)

            The boy-king. My favorite.

            As long as he lives, Sam knows, the world isn’t safe. And if he outlives Dean, he’ll have no reason. So, there’s only one thing to do.

            He can’t survive Dean. And he can’t let Dean bring him back again.

            He needs that knife, and he needs it soon. And he doesn’t dare let on to Dean.

            Dean thinks they won. Sam knows better, though, because the Demon is in him, and growing.

 

 

Title: seeing red again

Fandom: X-Men

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Chevelle.

Warnings: none

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 315

Point of view: third

Notes: a mix of “X-Men: Evolution” and the movie ‘verse

 

            He can’t remember other colors. He knows the sky is blue and grass is green, but he doesn’t know what they look like. Can’t remember anything but red.

            He doesn’t tell anyone, but it hurts when the beams shoot out of his eyes. It’s an aching burn, and the power is fueled by him—by his will and strength, by his life.

            And he hates how out-of-control he feels when he doesn’t have his glasses or visor, when the rays shoot unchecked. He can’t shut them off, can’t make them stop, can’t do anything but close his eyes and become blind.

            Only the professor’s special-made glass and his own skin are impervious to the power. Only the professor’s visor can change the intensity. Without that glass, he is almost completely helpless.

            He doesn’t understand his so-called gift, the curse that makes him unique. He spent years with his eyes closed—blind and trapped, unable to do so much for himself. And even now, it is so easy to take him out of a fight: remove the visor and he’s as dangerous to friends as to foes.

            He can’t remember any color but red. Can’t recall clear blue or deep green, royal purple or bright yellow or flaming orange. He sees only red or nothing—and even the blackness of his eyelids is tainted crimson.

            Jean tells him her favorite color is garnet. He doesn’t say how much he loathes it.

            She pities him. They all do. Even the ones most changed by their powers—Hank, Kurt, Evan—can still appreciate a rainbow. They can look up at the sky and see endless blue. Or a sunset. Hell, even plain old grass.

            But he can only see red. Blood. Jagged and sharp, burning and biting—he misses the sky.

            He misses waking up in the morning, opening his eyes, and seeing.

            He hates the color red.

 

 

Title: to become a man

Fandom: The Jungle Book—Disney’s version

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: spoilers for the movie; I know nothing of the sequel

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 100

Point of view: third

 

Mowgli returned with fire. Bagheera watched him come, grown old and slow with age; the panther did not try to run. He would not get far, and he was tired.

 

The wolves, Mowgli’s one-time family, howled for their brother to stop his actions. But the man-cub had become a man—he did not listen. Bagheera wondered if he remembered how to speak any tongue but man’s.

 

Baloo screamed for his cub, the boy he had known; Mowgli’s spear flew true. The animals ran, flame in their wake.

 

Bagheera knew, as he had known then, that Sher Kahn should have feasted.

           

 

Title: something stolen

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: spoilers for “Bloodlust”; AU

Pairings: none

Rating: PG13

Wordcount: 200

Point of view: third
Notes: AU of this 'verse

 

            Rosalind died in the summer. Mama and Daddy were at a party for church, Victor out with friends, and Gordon watching the baby, twelve-year-old Rosalind.

            It was a beautiful night, clear and warm. Gordon never forgave himself for not realizing sooner that someone was in the house. By the time he got to her room, Rosalind was dead, eyes staring at the ceiling. But the bastard was still taking his pleasure.

            Gordon grabbed his father’s gun and shot the bastard three times; but he just jumped out the window and vanished, Gordon firing uselessly after him.

            It was only when he called for help that Gordon noticed the tears pouring down his face.

 

            The police had no leads. So Gordon took it upon himself to find Rosalind’s killer. At all of eighteen, Gordon knew it to be the only way he’d find absolution.

            And Victor went with him. “Someone’s gotta look out for you,” his older brother told him. “We can’t lose you, too.”

            Gordon corrected him with, “Rosa wasn’t lost, Vic. Someone stole her.” He met Vic’s eyes, trying to convey just what he meant. “We can’t get her back. But we can make him pay.”

            Victor nodded, understanding—and agreeing.

 

 

Comments

[sadelyrate.livejournal.com]

to believe it done
Damn it, girl.
This won't be canon. No-no. Damn those boys... *snif*
The blade's bound to be a key, somehow, to dealing with the whole thing, but... Not this. I hope like hell this isn't what TPTB have planned.

seeing red again
Congratulations, you've made me feel a twinge of sympathy towards Cyclops. :)
Appropriate name for a nice ficlet.

to become a man
Too, too easily imaginable. That's all. *sigh*

something stolen
Now that's a twist on it. I can't wait to see what this new Season will bring to both Gordon and Hendrickson. Hopefully not death within a few episodes, though. *ponders*
This fic's a nice little 'What If'. I liked it. :)

Thank you.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[just-ruth.livejournal.com]

to believe it done - Very dark, and if that's the way the series ends I will be so pissed.

seeing red again - Cyclopes wasn't my favorite character in the movies (those were Xavier and Magnus - because the actors are my most favorite in the world) and I know little of the Marvel 'verse, but this is short and very sad, you catch a great deal of frustration.

to be a man - Sad and very plausible. The Disney sequel to the Jungle Book sucks. Kipling wrote a short story of Mowgli, in his twenties, marrying a woman and become a forest warden for the English hunters.

something stolen - Gordon is a very driven character and this is a good glimpse into his mind

[iamstealthyone.livejournal.com]

to believe it done

Great job capturing Sam’s despair and determination, and I like the creepy tone of this piece. It scares me to think of what Sam’s going to do with that knife.

Favorite lines:

Dean’s acting like he hasn’t a care in the world, like he’s free now the Demon’s dead. But Sam knows better. Some part of It is in him, and It’s getting bigger all the time.

Oh, Sam.

something stolen

Interesting take on what might have been if Gordon and Victor were brothers. They would make interesting allies.

Nicely done.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[lunardreamed.livejournal.com]

Dean and Sam are just never on the same page, are they?

[tigriswolf]

Of course not, the sillyheaded boys.

[lazy-neutrino.livejournal.com]

That first one - ouch>.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[(Anonymous)]

*to believe it done*
Holy God. That's an AWESOME concept. Even when the YED was getting pounded into the ground he never stopped planning his next move like using Sam's bloodstream as a Petri dish in case things went south.

Just...DUDE.
I wrote a ficlet that speculated about this very question. Um can you say BRAIN sister? *boggles*

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

Have you a link to your fic? Now I wanna read it.

Here's the ficlet

[(Anonymous)]

Nope it didn't work so I'll just copy and paste the ficlet to you.

Ficlet: Waiting
Warnings: S2 finale, AU for S3
Character: the YED
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Soon.

The brothers Winchester will be mine.

One is destined to be the Doorway through which I will make my triumphant return. For 23 years to the day I have been percolating within the confines of the youngest boy. That dark fall night I deposited a few drops of my Essence straight into his body, watched as his brown normal eyes flash my golden yellow.

Yes you heard me. Sammy was perfectly normal.

The other is not as innocent as he appears. Oh sure he looks like the regular average Joe but to me and my kind he is Dark and Light. He is unusual even for any child I've ever encountered in countless millennia.

He has a dichotomous soul. Darkness and Light war for his attention pull at his morals sear his conscience.

Both their consciences for that matter are beset by choices and the consequences of those decisions.

Light versus Dark. Good versus Evil.

Which side will they choose?

Only time can answer that question.

All I've done is give them a taste of it that fateful November night, give them a little nudge out of the door so to speak.

The pieces have fallen into place, certain events have been influenced and eventually they will come to me broken and weary.

When that time comes I will reveal to them things they could never think for themselves, provide answers to questions they never thought to ask before. They'll be shocked but I'll get a good laugh as I haven't had in ages.

Besides I've been using Sammy's bloodstream as my own personal Petri dish just in case things went south.

They both won't know what hit them until it's too late. I can't wait.

Soon.

-end

Re: Here's the ficlet

[tigriswolf]

Ooh, I like.