Ficlet: a paramedic by day, a saint by night (Smallville/Twilight)
A paramedic by day, a saint by night
Fandom: Smallville, Twilight
Author: vodooman
Rating: g
Genre: Crossover
Characters/Pairings: Edward, Davis, Davis/Chloe
Any warnings: twilight, nothing else.
Disclaimer: Twilight, not mine. Smallville not mine. Their characters are not mine. I only write ff.
A/N: I got this as a prompt from chlavis333, the following was requested: Smallville & Twilight Davis & Edward (not a slash pairing please just an interaction) Fugitive. Being the chlavis shipper I am... this is what I came up with...
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The first time he took an interest in him, was when he saw him in ... Hospital.
His name was Davis Bloome and the people around him all thought of him as a nice and reliable guy. Edward sometimes chuckled lightly when he passed the nurses. They especially had very amusing thought of the nice and good-looking paramedic. Most of their thoughts were centred on the common showers, and how easy it was to sneak in and take a peek.
But what fascinated Edward the most about the man was the fact that even though he couldn’t really read his thoughts, he could see bits and pieces of images inside him.
From Carlisle he knew that he was a fugitive from a bigger city, Metropolis. He was a paramedic and by night, helped out at the church or anywhere he was needed. A saint really...
The images that sometimes invaded his sight were of a young beautiful blond woman. She sometimes stood inside an office, sometimes somewhere in the chaos of a crash site, but always surrounded by something like a halo. And she always smiled at him, a smile that was either shy or just brightening...
Edward was positive that the woman in his visions from Davis Bloome’s mind must be a lover or someone very dear to him. And the way she always looked, the absolute love and acceptance in her eyes, made him yearn for something like that. Edward too wanted it. Wanted someone like her, who would accept him.
But it also made him wonder, what was it that this woman accepted...? Davis Bloome was a saint... or was he? But before he could ask or do something the friendly paramedic had already moved on. He was gone.
It might have not meant anything, mused Edward, now days later. If it hadn’t been for one little detail. The fact that when he asked Alice about Davis’ future, she couldn’t tell him anything. He remembered her saying, it was like Davis Bloome never existed, and therefore his future does also not.
Fandom: Smallville, Twilight
Author: vodooman
Rating: g
Genre: Crossover
Characters/Pairings: Edward, Davis, Davis/Chloe
Any warnings: twilight, nothing else.
Disclaimer: Twilight, not mine. Smallville not mine. Their characters are not mine. I only write ff.
A/N: I got this as a prompt from chlavis333, the following was requested: Smallville & Twilight Davis & Edward (not a slash pairing please just an interaction) Fugitive. Being the chlavis shipper I am... this is what I came up with...
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The first time he took an interest in him, was when he saw him in ... Hospital.
His name was Davis Bloome and the people around him all thought of him as a nice and reliable guy. Edward sometimes chuckled lightly when he passed the nurses. They especially had very amusing thought of the nice and good-looking paramedic. Most of their thoughts were centred on the common showers, and how easy it was to sneak in and take a peek.
But what fascinated Edward the most about the man was the fact that even though he couldn’t really read his thoughts, he could see bits and pieces of images inside him.
From Carlisle he knew that he was a fugitive from a bigger city, Metropolis. He was a paramedic and by night, helped out at the church or anywhere he was needed. A saint really...
The images that sometimes invaded his sight were of a young beautiful blond woman. She sometimes stood inside an office, sometimes somewhere in the chaos of a crash site, but always surrounded by something like a halo. And she always smiled at him, a smile that was either shy or just brightening...
Edward was positive that the woman in his visions from Davis Bloome’s mind must be a lover or someone very dear to him. And the way she always looked, the absolute love and acceptance in her eyes, made him yearn for something like that. Edward too wanted it. Wanted someone like her, who would accept him.
But it also made him wonder, what was it that this woman accepted...? Davis Bloome was a saint... or was he? But before he could ask or do something the friendly paramedic had already moved on. He was gone.
It might have not meant anything, mused Edward, now days later. If it hadn’t been for one little detail. The fact that when he asked Alice about Davis’ future, she couldn’t tell him anything. He remembered her saying, it was like Davis Bloome never existed, and therefore his future does also not.