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liptonrm_backupCan't concentrate on necessary work. Have written lots of other things instead. So, if I have a whole summer with nothing to do but sit around and feel sorry for myself I get hardly anything done but when I'm supposed to be busy and responsible I end up being productive but only on fannish-y stuff. Okay. Good to know.
So, you all remember my snippets from the plague apocalypse? Well, I've written more. And, guess what. Sam and Dean Winchester showed up. Why am I not at all surprised? *facepalms*
Oh well. I'm nothing if not predictable. ;-)
She set the mashed potatoes down on the table and grinned when it creaked ominously. They had enough food out to feed about three armies and who would've thought the first Thanksgiving After Everything would be so bounteous. She leaned back against the wall and took a moment to take in the surroundings. Isabella was putting the finishing touches on some Brazilian dish that had made Tommy break out into a huge grin when he'd found out she was making it and Mike was over by the fire strumming his guitar quietly with all of the kids gathered around him enraptured, even Isaac who spent too much time acting like an adult. Durriyah and Katie were whispering to each other on the couch, caught up in another one of their private conversations. It was warm and happy and she felt as if her heart was going to burst from joy.
The door banged open and she heard boots stomping in the utility room. "It's downright frigid for October." Bill's genial voice called out. He stepped in, a bottle in his hand. "A little liquid cheer for us heathens." He said with a wink in her direction. She winked back, it was hard not to when confronted with so much unbridled good will.
She heard the door slam. "Stop flirting with my sister and help me with this thing!" Tom yelled from the back. Bill chuckled and set the bottle down on a nearby shelf before turning back, rolling up his sleeves as he went. She had just enough time to share a quick, companionable eyeroll with Isabella before the two men stepped triumphantly into the room, the turkey displayed proudly on the biggest platter they could find.
"Come and get it!" She called. The next few minutes were a chaos of swarming bodies and jockeying of position before they were all arranged around the table they'd specially put together just for this meal. Isaac and Marieta had purposefully placed themselves to either side of her and had resolutely refused to give up their seats to anyone, up to and including her own brother who had grinned cheerfully and placed himself across the table from them. They had all taken hands and looked to Jim who had become - to everyone's surprise but her's - the ersatz leader of their little commune.
"All right then." He said and they all bowed their heads. He had only begun opening his mouth when all of the heads around the table shot up. The purring rumble of a well-maintained engine growled from outside for a moment before it was cut off. She was up like a shot, Tom and Bill not far behind, the celebratory mood suddenly tense and strained. She peeked through the curtain as two creaky doors opened and two weary looking men levered themselves out of a fantastic piece of Detroit steel.
She turned and grinned. "We're going to need two more chairs." She announced and her grin broadened at the general sigh of relief that she got in response. She opened the door and pulled her sweater around her tighter at the cold breeze that blew in. "Come on in, guys!" She called, throwing the screen door open only to have it caught by a gigantic hand. "You're just in time for dinner."
~~~
She stood there, staring out across the lake as the sun rose above trees covered in the pale green mist of early leaves.When she was a girl she'd always loved this time of day, the way the sun would sparkle off the lake to make a sort of diadem path that you almost thought you could follow. Once upon a time she'd tried to follow trails much like that to destinations she could only ever imagine.
She scrubbed her hand tiredly across her eyes and sighed. She hadn't been able to sleep last night. In all fairness, it seemed as if she hadn't been able to sleep in years. Somehow she'd been able to make it north with two traumatized children and a dog who couldn't handle car travel. By some miracle they were safe and had found shelter in a place that she hadn't seen since she was Isaac's age. They had food, they had shelter and now she only worried that because of that they had somehow used up all of the residual luck that had still been clinging to them. The future stretched out before her and it was terrifying.
As the new sun rose it slowly warmed the muscles in her back, releasing stress and strain that she hadn't even realized existed. Her back straightened as new thoughts and ideas went running through her mind. She had to organize the food supplies and the clothing. The cottage needed inspection and probably some repair work. She'd have to start making longterm plans about food requisition and heating fuel. Most importantly, she had to figure out how in the world she was going to raise Isaac and Marieta because she'd suddenly become a mother.
She turned and started trudging back up the hill, eyes squinting in the bright sunlight that outlined their new home. She should get breakfast started before the kids woke up.
~~~
The swing creaked rhythmically as it rocked back in forth, an unintended counterpoint to the celebration going on in the brightly lit house behind her. The late autumn air was refreshing after a morning spent baking and an afternoon celebrating. It was nice to be out there in the dark with only the full hunter's moon for company. Family was wonderful but sometimes it all got to be a little overwhelming. It was times like this that reminded her why she'd spent all of those years living on her own.
Not that it hadn't been a good day. In fact, it had been a great day. The Matt-shaped hole in their lives had miraculously been filled a few months ago and today he'd gone and gotten himself married. She liked Leslie for her own sake but it certainly didn't hurt that now they had a field-experienced medic to turn to when things got rough. And, lately, things never stopped being rough.
"I really hope you're not out here crying or anything girly like that." Rachel looked over her shoulder and smirked. Think of the devil.
"No, I'm not. Just escaping from all of the marital bliss." The swing shifted and groaned under the added stress Matt's weight. He was short but compact, no wonder he'd always liked the dwarves the best in Lord of the Rings. "Speaking of marital bliss, isn't the new Mrs. Manser going to shit a brick when she discovers that you ducked out on her?"
"Nah, she's the one who sent me out here." He kicked against the ground, propelling the swing incrementally higher. "I told her duck and cover was an old habit of your's but she kicked me after you anyway."
Rachel snorted. "Man, you're whipped already."
"Whatever." Matt scoffed. "I told you years ago that it was all your fault that I could only date opinionated, 'independent' women. All of the blame rests squarely on your shoulders."
"Yeah, sorry about that." She snarked with rolled eyes. "You know you love it, though."
"You know, I really do." The sincerity in his voice and the depth of the love and the happiness that chimed through it brought tears to the corners of her eyes. She quickly blinked them away bumped his shoulder in response, she'd hate to ruin the moment.
They sat there in comfortable silence for a moment, swinging back in forth in counterpoint to the quiet waves lapping only a few feet in front of their vantage point. The breeze that blew off of the lake reminded her that winter would be there soon.
She sighed contentedly. "Mom and Dad would've loved to have seen this. I'm really happy for you, little brother." And she was, the size and weight of the emotion almost overwhelming in its intensity.
"Yeah, I know." Matt said and if he sounded a little bit like he wanted to cry, well, she was woman enough not to mention it.
~~~
They ghosted through the still darkness with only the wan yellow flashlight beams to mark their passage. The stars shined down cold and sharp, their light haphazard pinpricks spearking through the bare, overhanging branches.
Adrenaline pounded through Rachel's veins, her heart beating loud enough to block the sound of the snow crunching beneath their feet. Dean was a solid presence to her left. She didn't have to look at him to know the fierce look on his face and the steady way he was holding his gun. Sam and Tom trailed them by a few steps, a couple feet closer to the windswept shore of the lake.
They were hunting something that she'd never dreamed actually existed, a campfire tale that she'd been sure had sprung full-formed from her father's mind. Now it had her little girl and she was ready to move heaven and earth to get her back.
Dean crouched behind a fallen tree and she dropped down beside him soundlessly.
"You okay?" Dean rumbled in her ear. She nodded in the affirmative, not trusting her voice to say only what was needed.
Tom and Sam crouched on Dean's left. She shot Tom a quick, empty grin and got one in return. Dean and Sam held a quick tactical conference through a series of sharp hand gestures and nods. Their faces were grim and focused and for a moment Rachel allowed herself the luxury of hope.
A frigid breeze cut through the hollow, knifing through Rachel's coat and sending a shudder down her spine. The wind caused Dean to stiffen beside her. His gaze cut to the north and he nodded, a swift jerk of his head. The all rose in one movement, Tom and Sam circling one end of the fallen tree and she and Dean the other.
They broke through the treeline as one unit and stepped out onto the frozen marshland that lurked at the north end of the lake. Rachel felt strange and over-exposed away from the protective cover of the lurking skeletons of the winter trees. The landscape was like nothing she'd ever seen before with her actual eyes, an alien tundra fit for a movie's screen. She could feel malevolent eyes watching her, a power released by death and destruction. She twitched under the unseen gaze. Her eyes darted back and forth, not certain what she was even looking for.
Sam and Tom had reconnoitered a yard north of them. They were subtly angled towards the yards of dead grass while she and Dean had an uninterrupted view of the frozen miles of snowswept water. For long moments the only thing that broke the unearthly silence was the crisp snap of icy grass being broken beneath their boot treads. Suddenly Tom made an involuntary noise in his throat which echoed with unnatural strength across the icy waste. Rachel turned and followed his line of sight to a small crumpled form discarded in a patch of tall, brittle grass. Rachel took off towards it without a sound.
The wind burned her cheeks as she ran, her shotgun a cold and heavy weight bouncing against her right leg. The flashlight beam jerked with every stride. She was close enough to see the lilac of Marieta's parka reflected in the thin light when Dean shouted a warning.
Before she could react something clobbered her from her right and she went flying. She hit the ground with a thud, the back of her head bouncing off of some hidden rock. She groaned and her vision blurred. A weight landed on her stomach. Cold neon blue eyes glowed out of a shapeless void that loamed above her blacker than night, blocking out the stars.
She screamed when spectral claws pierced through her shoulders. "You can't have her," hissed chillingly through her mind.
"Hey!" Dean shouted. A shotgun fired deafeningly from above. The void shrieked as it dispersed. She blinked and Dean was by her side, a hand under her neck helping her into a sitting position.
"You alright?" His voice all business with the commanding tone of a soldier.
"Yeah." She panted, heart racing.
He stood and pulled her up after him. She couldn't stop the wounded sound she made when he jostled her shoulder.
The marsh was empty. A new surge of panic rushed through her. "Marieta?" she asked, the fear clear in her voice.
"Sam and Tom've got her." Dean was glancing around swift and methodically. "We've gotta go. That blast didn't take that thing out for good. You good to run?"
She nodded. She couldn't breathe but she would run if she had to. He nodded back and she knew he wouldn't let her fall. With a hand on her back he propelled them both forward.
~~~
I wrote that last part during class on Friday. Hey, at least it was a writing class. Yeah, I know that's not much of a defense.
And remember that cracky Winchesters with superpowers AU I rambled about a couple weeks ago? Yeah, I wrote some of that too. My brain is excessively random and snippet-oriented.
Dean was 12 when he realized that something wasn’t right.
It had all started out pretty much like normal. Timmy Hydecker was a little bitch and Dean had a duty to punch him right in the mouth during recess. The little prick bled and cried, which was pretty awesome, in Dean’s humble opinion, until the monitors came running over and dragged them both to the principal’s office. After that everything pretty much went the same way it always had, Timmy got a pat on the head and a trip to the nurse’s office and Dean got to sit and stew on a cold plastic chair while the secretary glared at him over the rim of her glasses.
He knew what the principal was going to say before he even stepped through her door. Ms. Anderson (Mizzzz, not Missus) was one of those touchy-feely types who wanted to ‘be there for him’ and ‘help him understand that violence never solved anything.’ Then after the sensitivity lecture she’d tell him to apologize to Timmy or face a suspension and Dean would stand up and go home. He had better things to do then apologize to twerps who got what they were asking for.
But things didn’t go the way they were supposed to at all. He stepped into her office with his best and favorite unrepentant smile stamped firmly on his face. Nothing riled authority figures up more than a little smartass. Dad always told him to stop but seeing as he was always grinning when he said it (it was all in the eyes) Dean knew he didn’t mean it.
Ms. ‘Tell Me How You’re Feeling’ Anderson was supposed to take one look at him and start the lecture, she was supposed to give him that crappy ‘I’m very concerned for you and your emotional state’ look and then start jawing. Instead she stared at him, her mouth open a little and her eyes glazed. His grin slipped as the seconds ticked by and she didn’t move, she didn’t even blink. It was downright creepy.
He glanced around, nerves starting to prickle as he his mind ran through all of the things that could make someone act so weird. It was an alarmingly long list. He couldn’t see anything, though, and the sound of a typewriter still clicked away behind him. There weren’t any cold spots and everything still smelled like Friday’s Tuna Surprise, not sulfur.
He cleared his throat and looked back at the principal who was still staring at him gape-mouthed. “Uhhh, Ms. Anderson?” he croaked, a cold sweat starting to break out on the back of his neck.
She jerked like she was waking up. Her eyes blinked rapidly and she started shuffling papers around nervously on her desk. She coughed. “Dean, yes, how can I help you?”
“You said you wanted to see me?” He had no clue what was going on but he wasn’t stupid enough to let such a good opportunity pass him by.
“Of course. I-” she trailed off and her face squeezed up in a kind of constipated confusion. “Umm, why don’t you head on back to class. I, yes, just head on back to class.” She coughed again and wouldn’t look straight at him. Her eyes still looked kind of funny and her face was flushed.
Dean nodded and slowly backed out of the room, closing the door as he went. Yeah, that wasn’t weird at all.
So, yeah. That's what I've been up to. Take that joinder and due process. Who needs ya anyway? Except me in 13 weeks when finals roll around, that is. ;-)
So, you all remember my snippets from the plague apocalypse? Well, I've written more. And, guess what. Sam and Dean Winchester showed up. Why am I not at all surprised? *facepalms*
Oh well. I'm nothing if not predictable. ;-)
She set the mashed potatoes down on the table and grinned when it creaked ominously. They had enough food out to feed about three armies and who would've thought the first Thanksgiving After Everything would be so bounteous. She leaned back against the wall and took a moment to take in the surroundings. Isabella was putting the finishing touches on some Brazilian dish that had made Tommy break out into a huge grin when he'd found out she was making it and Mike was over by the fire strumming his guitar quietly with all of the kids gathered around him enraptured, even Isaac who spent too much time acting like an adult. Durriyah and Katie were whispering to each other on the couch, caught up in another one of their private conversations. It was warm and happy and she felt as if her heart was going to burst from joy.
The door banged open and she heard boots stomping in the utility room. "It's downright frigid for October." Bill's genial voice called out. He stepped in, a bottle in his hand. "A little liquid cheer for us heathens." He said with a wink in her direction. She winked back, it was hard not to when confronted with so much unbridled good will.
She heard the door slam. "Stop flirting with my sister and help me with this thing!" Tom yelled from the back. Bill chuckled and set the bottle down on a nearby shelf before turning back, rolling up his sleeves as he went. She had just enough time to share a quick, companionable eyeroll with Isabella before the two men stepped triumphantly into the room, the turkey displayed proudly on the biggest platter they could find.
"Come and get it!" She called. The next few minutes were a chaos of swarming bodies and jockeying of position before they were all arranged around the table they'd specially put together just for this meal. Isaac and Marieta had purposefully placed themselves to either side of her and had resolutely refused to give up their seats to anyone, up to and including her own brother who had grinned cheerfully and placed himself across the table from them. They had all taken hands and looked to Jim who had become - to everyone's surprise but her's - the ersatz leader of their little commune.
"All right then." He said and they all bowed their heads. He had only begun opening his mouth when all of the heads around the table shot up. The purring rumble of a well-maintained engine growled from outside for a moment before it was cut off. She was up like a shot, Tom and Bill not far behind, the celebratory mood suddenly tense and strained. She peeked through the curtain as two creaky doors opened and two weary looking men levered themselves out of a fantastic piece of Detroit steel.
She turned and grinned. "We're going to need two more chairs." She announced and her grin broadened at the general sigh of relief that she got in response. She opened the door and pulled her sweater around her tighter at the cold breeze that blew in. "Come on in, guys!" She called, throwing the screen door open only to have it caught by a gigantic hand. "You're just in time for dinner."
~~~
She stood there, staring out across the lake as the sun rose above trees covered in the pale green mist of early leaves.When she was a girl she'd always loved this time of day, the way the sun would sparkle off the lake to make a sort of diadem path that you almost thought you could follow. Once upon a time she'd tried to follow trails much like that to destinations she could only ever imagine.
She scrubbed her hand tiredly across her eyes and sighed. She hadn't been able to sleep last night. In all fairness, it seemed as if she hadn't been able to sleep in years. Somehow she'd been able to make it north with two traumatized children and a dog who couldn't handle car travel. By some miracle they were safe and had found shelter in a place that she hadn't seen since she was Isaac's age. They had food, they had shelter and now she only worried that because of that they had somehow used up all of the residual luck that had still been clinging to them. The future stretched out before her and it was terrifying.
As the new sun rose it slowly warmed the muscles in her back, releasing stress and strain that she hadn't even realized existed. Her back straightened as new thoughts and ideas went running through her mind. She had to organize the food supplies and the clothing. The cottage needed inspection and probably some repair work. She'd have to start making longterm plans about food requisition and heating fuel. Most importantly, she had to figure out how in the world she was going to raise Isaac and Marieta because she'd suddenly become a mother.
She turned and started trudging back up the hill, eyes squinting in the bright sunlight that outlined their new home. She should get breakfast started before the kids woke up.
~~~
The swing creaked rhythmically as it rocked back in forth, an unintended counterpoint to the celebration going on in the brightly lit house behind her. The late autumn air was refreshing after a morning spent baking and an afternoon celebrating. It was nice to be out there in the dark with only the full hunter's moon for company. Family was wonderful but sometimes it all got to be a little overwhelming. It was times like this that reminded her why she'd spent all of those years living on her own.
Not that it hadn't been a good day. In fact, it had been a great day. The Matt-shaped hole in their lives had miraculously been filled a few months ago and today he'd gone and gotten himself married. She liked Leslie for her own sake but it certainly didn't hurt that now they had a field-experienced medic to turn to when things got rough. And, lately, things never stopped being rough.
"I really hope you're not out here crying or anything girly like that." Rachel looked over her shoulder and smirked. Think of the devil.
"No, I'm not. Just escaping from all of the marital bliss." The swing shifted and groaned under the added stress Matt's weight. He was short but compact, no wonder he'd always liked the dwarves the best in Lord of the Rings. "Speaking of marital bliss, isn't the new Mrs. Manser going to shit a brick when she discovers that you ducked out on her?"
"Nah, she's the one who sent me out here." He kicked against the ground, propelling the swing incrementally higher. "I told her duck and cover was an old habit of your's but she kicked me after you anyway."
Rachel snorted. "Man, you're whipped already."
"Whatever." Matt scoffed. "I told you years ago that it was all your fault that I could only date opinionated, 'independent' women. All of the blame rests squarely on your shoulders."
"Yeah, sorry about that." She snarked with rolled eyes. "You know you love it, though."
"You know, I really do." The sincerity in his voice and the depth of the love and the happiness that chimed through it brought tears to the corners of her eyes. She quickly blinked them away bumped his shoulder in response, she'd hate to ruin the moment.
They sat there in comfortable silence for a moment, swinging back in forth in counterpoint to the quiet waves lapping only a few feet in front of their vantage point. The breeze that blew off of the lake reminded her that winter would be there soon.
She sighed contentedly. "Mom and Dad would've loved to have seen this. I'm really happy for you, little brother." And she was, the size and weight of the emotion almost overwhelming in its intensity.
"Yeah, I know." Matt said and if he sounded a little bit like he wanted to cry, well, she was woman enough not to mention it.
~~~
They ghosted through the still darkness with only the wan yellow flashlight beams to mark their passage. The stars shined down cold and sharp, their light haphazard pinpricks spearking through the bare, overhanging branches.
Adrenaline pounded through Rachel's veins, her heart beating loud enough to block the sound of the snow crunching beneath their feet. Dean was a solid presence to her left. She didn't have to look at him to know the fierce look on his face and the steady way he was holding his gun. Sam and Tom trailed them by a few steps, a couple feet closer to the windswept shore of the lake.
They were hunting something that she'd never dreamed actually existed, a campfire tale that she'd been sure had sprung full-formed from her father's mind. Now it had her little girl and she was ready to move heaven and earth to get her back.
Dean crouched behind a fallen tree and she dropped down beside him soundlessly.
"You okay?" Dean rumbled in her ear. She nodded in the affirmative, not trusting her voice to say only what was needed.
Tom and Sam crouched on Dean's left. She shot Tom a quick, empty grin and got one in return. Dean and Sam held a quick tactical conference through a series of sharp hand gestures and nods. Their faces were grim and focused and for a moment Rachel allowed herself the luxury of hope.
A frigid breeze cut through the hollow, knifing through Rachel's coat and sending a shudder down her spine. The wind caused Dean to stiffen beside her. His gaze cut to the north and he nodded, a swift jerk of his head. The all rose in one movement, Tom and Sam circling one end of the fallen tree and she and Dean the other.
They broke through the treeline as one unit and stepped out onto the frozen marshland that lurked at the north end of the lake. Rachel felt strange and over-exposed away from the protective cover of the lurking skeletons of the winter trees. The landscape was like nothing she'd ever seen before with her actual eyes, an alien tundra fit for a movie's screen. She could feel malevolent eyes watching her, a power released by death and destruction. She twitched under the unseen gaze. Her eyes darted back and forth, not certain what she was even looking for.
Sam and Tom had reconnoitered a yard north of them. They were subtly angled towards the yards of dead grass while she and Dean had an uninterrupted view of the frozen miles of snowswept water. For long moments the only thing that broke the unearthly silence was the crisp snap of icy grass being broken beneath their boot treads. Suddenly Tom made an involuntary noise in his throat which echoed with unnatural strength across the icy waste. Rachel turned and followed his line of sight to a small crumpled form discarded in a patch of tall, brittle grass. Rachel took off towards it without a sound.
The wind burned her cheeks as she ran, her shotgun a cold and heavy weight bouncing against her right leg. The flashlight beam jerked with every stride. She was close enough to see the lilac of Marieta's parka reflected in the thin light when Dean shouted a warning.
Before she could react something clobbered her from her right and she went flying. She hit the ground with a thud, the back of her head bouncing off of some hidden rock. She groaned and her vision blurred. A weight landed on her stomach. Cold neon blue eyes glowed out of a shapeless void that loamed above her blacker than night, blocking out the stars.
She screamed when spectral claws pierced through her shoulders. "You can't have her," hissed chillingly through her mind.
"Hey!" Dean shouted. A shotgun fired deafeningly from above. The void shrieked as it dispersed. She blinked and Dean was by her side, a hand under her neck helping her into a sitting position.
"You alright?" His voice all business with the commanding tone of a soldier.
"Yeah." She panted, heart racing.
He stood and pulled her up after him. She couldn't stop the wounded sound she made when he jostled her shoulder.
The marsh was empty. A new surge of panic rushed through her. "Marieta?" she asked, the fear clear in her voice.
"Sam and Tom've got her." Dean was glancing around swift and methodically. "We've gotta go. That blast didn't take that thing out for good. You good to run?"
She nodded. She couldn't breathe but she would run if she had to. He nodded back and she knew he wouldn't let her fall. With a hand on her back he propelled them both forward.
~~~
I wrote that last part during class on Friday. Hey, at least it was a writing class. Yeah, I know that's not much of a defense.
And remember that cracky Winchesters with superpowers AU I rambled about a couple weeks ago? Yeah, I wrote some of that too. My brain is excessively random and snippet-oriented.
Dean was 12 when he realized that something wasn’t right.
It had all started out pretty much like normal. Timmy Hydecker was a little bitch and Dean had a duty to punch him right in the mouth during recess. The little prick bled and cried, which was pretty awesome, in Dean’s humble opinion, until the monitors came running over and dragged them both to the principal’s office. After that everything pretty much went the same way it always had, Timmy got a pat on the head and a trip to the nurse’s office and Dean got to sit and stew on a cold plastic chair while the secretary glared at him over the rim of her glasses.
He knew what the principal was going to say before he even stepped through her door. Ms. Anderson (Mizzzz, not Missus) was one of those touchy-feely types who wanted to ‘be there for him’ and ‘help him understand that violence never solved anything.’ Then after the sensitivity lecture she’d tell him to apologize to Timmy or face a suspension and Dean would stand up and go home. He had better things to do then apologize to twerps who got what they were asking for.
But things didn’t go the way they were supposed to at all. He stepped into her office with his best and favorite unrepentant smile stamped firmly on his face. Nothing riled authority figures up more than a little smartass. Dad always told him to stop but seeing as he was always grinning when he said it (it was all in the eyes) Dean knew he didn’t mean it.
Ms. ‘Tell Me How You’re Feeling’ Anderson was supposed to take one look at him and start the lecture, she was supposed to give him that crappy ‘I’m very concerned for you and your emotional state’ look and then start jawing. Instead she stared at him, her mouth open a little and her eyes glazed. His grin slipped as the seconds ticked by and she didn’t move, she didn’t even blink. It was downright creepy.
He glanced around, nerves starting to prickle as he his mind ran through all of the things that could make someone act so weird. It was an alarmingly long list. He couldn’t see anything, though, and the sound of a typewriter still clicked away behind him. There weren’t any cold spots and everything still smelled like Friday’s Tuna Surprise, not sulfur.
He cleared his throat and looked back at the principal who was still staring at him gape-mouthed. “Uhhh, Ms. Anderson?” he croaked, a cold sweat starting to break out on the back of his neck.
She jerked like she was waking up. Her eyes blinked rapidly and she started shuffling papers around nervously on her desk. She coughed. “Dean, yes, how can I help you?”
“You said you wanted to see me?” He had no clue what was going on but he wasn’t stupid enough to let such a good opportunity pass him by.
“Of course. I-” she trailed off and her face squeezed up in a kind of constipated confusion. “Umm, why don’t you head on back to class. I, yes, just head on back to class.” She coughed again and wouldn’t look straight at him. Her eyes still looked kind of funny and her face was flushed.
Dean nodded and slowly backed out of the room, closing the door as he went. Yeah, that wasn’t weird at all.
So, yeah. That's what I've been up to. Take that joinder and due process. Who needs ya anyway? Except me in 13 weeks when finals roll around, that is. ;-)
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Date: 2007-09-16 04:33 am (UTC)Yesterday I was dreamcasting "The Authority" and after entertaining the entertaining possibility of Matthew Settle and Neal McDonough as Midnighter and Apollo, I thought, if they didn't mind casting them younger, do Jensen and Jared. So people might essplode.
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Date: 2007-09-16 05:34 am (UTC)I saw your dreamcasting post but I am lame and have not yet searched up info on 'The Authority.' From what you posted it sounds like something I'll enjoy a whole lot.
And as much as I enjoyed the mental image of your McDonough/Settle casting I, well, essploding really does capture my likely reaction to Ackles/Padaleki.
And I'm pretty sure I've read a fic like that. ;-)
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Date: 2007-09-16 05:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-16 06:52 am (UTC)Oh, I'm no Authority expert, I just read the one trade ppb last year, but it's cracky fun. Warren Ellis, Wildstorm universe, basically it's a take on what a group like the Justice League would ACTUALLY do if they were really that powerful. E.g., one arc had them assassinate the wacko US President and take over the country. Etc.
Jenny Sparks, Spirit of the 20th Century, was their leader. She controls all aspects of electricity and the eletctromagnetic spectrum. She died on December 31, 1999, at which point was born Jenny Quantum.
Jack Hawksmoor is the King of Cities. Basically cities present themselves to him as living entities and he can tell them to do whatever he wants. E.g. "Paris told me you passed through. Now hold still while the Washington Monument pins you to the ground."
The Engineer is this girl whose blood is all hi-tech nanotech and she can use it to cover herself in an alloy that can transform into almost any technology, guns, blasters, spacesuits, etc.
Swift is a Tibetan woman who has wings and talons. She can fly at supersonic speeds and rend metal with her talons.
Apollo and Midnighter are genetically-engineered superheroes designed by the first big bad of the group. Apollo is indestructible, invulnerable, has heat vision, super-strength, and is powered by the Sun. Midnighter wears a cowl and a black trenchcoat and is a master martial artist with a take-no-prisoners mentality who can calculate a million different ways of defeating his enemy. Oh, and they're gay and in love and married and when they find Jenny Quantum they raise her as their daughter.
The Doctor is the shaman of Earth and has reality-changing powers. The title of "Doctor" is actually an office and he can commune with all the spirits of the Doctors who came before him, including some pretty famous and infamous people.
There were other people who come in and out, like Rose Tattoo the Spirit of Murder, but that's the Authority I know.
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Date: 2007-09-17 04:40 am (UTC)Comics are going to be the death of me yet. Boy, are they ever.
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Date: 2007-09-16 01:37 pm (UTC)This is a great use of your time. School? What's school, precious?
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Date: 2007-09-17 04:31 am (UTC)Okay, now I need to find a way to fit Robert Patrick into this story. And Zeke. And possibly Stokely. Since I'm sending
CaseySam to That Place it shouldn't be all that hard. ;-)no subject
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Date: 2007-09-16 01:59 pm (UTC)Also... Um... Is it just me, or does Ms. Anderson need to go on the list of people who have huge hard-ons for Dean Winchester, that dirty, dirty woman?
Sorry so lame today and yesterday. My brain has unexpectedly shut OFF completely.
Please, keep up the great work in your classes!
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Date: 2007-09-17 04:38 am (UTC)Yeah, Ms. Anderson sure does read as a dirty, dirty woman. He sure does have a gift, doesn't he?
I will endeavor to only ever produce crack in class from here on out.