And Nero Fiddled On - SN/OZ crossover - PG13

[tigriswolf]

Title: And Nero Fiddled On

Fandom: “OZ”/“Supernatural” crossover

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: spoilers for “OZ” season one, and possible AU, as that’s the only season I’ve seen.

Pairings: none

Rating: PG13

Wordcount: 410

Point of view: third

 

They decided he was sane enough to stand trial and go to a regular(if maximum-security) prison, even though he was mad enough to show no remorse or guilt.

 

Person after person asked him why—shrinks, lawyers, the judge, the media—and he never answered. He never let on that he knew.

 

He killed his parents, carved them up, cooked his mother for consumption and placed his father in the freezer for another day.

 

He had his reasons but he never told a soul and the knowledge bled out of his body after the bullets tore their merciless holes.

 

He wasn’t angry when he killed his parents, wasn’t angry when he tried killing the warden, wasn’t angry when he died. But he couldn’t move on, not yet. Something kept him locked in Oswald, wandering the halls, observing the prisoners and guards, invisible and insubstantial. He walked through walls and bodies, through fights and murders, listening and watching and waiting.

 

Finally, what seemed an eternity after he died, Oswald was abandoned, left behind. The prisoners were transferred, Oswald no longer used. And he was alone, the sole inhabitant.   And he was glad of it. He wasn’t the only spirit of Oswald, but certainly the most frequent—the others came and went, never staying for long. But he never left.

 

Sometimes kids snuck into Oswald and were killed by other ghosts. He watched, still enthralled with death, but he didn’t kill. He only killed for a reason, and those children trying to prove their bravery had provided none.

 

He didn’t know how long it had been when the two men stepped into the derelict walls of Oswald. He watched them walk the halls, looking for something; when one of the other spirits lunged for them, shrieking in rage, the shorter raised a gun and fired. The spirit vanished with a wail.

 

How interesting.

 

He followed them throughout the whole of Oswald. Three more spirits attacked them and were repelled. “So, we’ll have to track down everyone who died in this place,” the taller said as they left. “Great. That’ll be easy.”

 

He watched them walk away.

 

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They never returned, those two men, though he felt as all the sometimes-ghosts faded away. He was the final one, the last, and he felt… he couldn’t think of the proper word. The father, the one who recorded his last words, would have been able to help him, he thought, and faded.

           

Comments

[apatheia-jane.livejournal.com]

Yay, more SPN/Oz!

Really cool concept too. Because yeah, lot of angry spirits in Oz.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you! I really want to see more of the show, but in the entire parish, all the sets are being used. *pouts*

[angharadd.livejournal.com]

A great fic, thanks for writing it! Poor Groves :(

[tigriswolf]

Thank _you_ for reading!

[iyalode.livejournal.com]

Ooh, neat. Tracking everyone down who died must have taken the boys forever. And damn but I miss Oz.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!