Christmas Fic for: house_onthehill
Title: Mind Games
Characters: Hope Chandler, Greg House, Jimmy Novak, Patrick Jane.
Rating: R
Pairings: House/Jimmy
Author’s Notes: This takes place in House’s Snow White verse, which is slightly different from Hope’s own vampire verse. When you read it, you’ll be able to tell them apart. Hopefully, I got all the information and history right. Anyway, Hope is a badass vamp momma, protecting her son.
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The call wakes her in the middle of the day, strong and loud like she’s never heard before from her son. Hope opened her mind immediately and tried to soothe the panic she felt.
Easy, my son, easy. What’s wrong?
They took him! The anger surged forward through the bond. Hope shuddered, feeling Tritter’s bloodline start to rise. Anger and bloodlust were dangerous for them. She was no Serenity, but she could force her will, even over her own son.
Tell me what happened, be still.
Her will struggled against his until finally she felt a sigh of defeat from her son. They took my mate, my Jim, my beautiful Jim. The Slayers took him. Mother, mother, they took my mate.
She felt her son’s despair, his loss like it was her own. Even though it was still daylight and incredibly dangerous, Hope got to her feet.
I am coming, my son.
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House’s London home was a disaster. Hope stepped over the ruined furniture and blood trails as she made her way towards the only light in the house. Her son was slumped in a chair in the study. His son, Jane, stood behind him. She had never cared for any of House’s offspring, they all enjoyed drinking human blood too much for her taste. Jane, especially made her uncomfortable. She saw too much of Tritter in him.
“This is your plan?” she said as she stepped into the room.
“Plan?” House looked at her, eyes narrowed. “I can’t hear him, the Slayers have killed him.”
She waved a hand, “Nonsense.”
House snarled and she glared, her eyes glowing softly. She rarely showed her power but she could tell her son was teetering between her Mother’s Strain blood and Tritter’s blind bloodlust. She would have to exert her will over his lest he lose control and become nothing but a raging monsters. She would not see another like Tritter on this earth.
“The Slayers have ways of blocking bonds, especially if the Regina is near.” She took off her gloves and cloak, draping them over the back of another chair. “If you had paid more attention when I tried to tell you these things instead of thinking only of feeding, you would’ve remembered.”
“You never mentioned anything about Slayers blocking a bond.”
“I didn’t say Slayers, I said the Regina. James has your blood and mine, diluted of course. That’s what allows the Regina to hide the bond. Though, I wonder why she’s come all the way to London. The Regina rarely travels.”
“I do hate to interrupt,” Jane said, looking bored. “As fascinating as this information is, can we go back to discussing a plan for rescuing my dear brother?”
Hope sat and folded her hands in her lap. “We’re going to have to kill them.”
“Perfect.”
House blinked at her. “Kill, mother?”
She nodded. “The Slayers have taken your mate, judging from the condition of your house I’d say it was quite the fight. They wouldn’t waste so much effort on capturing him if they were just going to kill him.”
“Told you so,” Jane said under his breath, which made House glare at him. “They’re probably after your mother. Correct Lady Chandler?”
“You are terribly smart, if only you weren’t so thirsty.” But she nodded. “The Slayers knew better than to take Atticus, he’s even older than I am and very powerful. Your James is young, still learning his powers. He’s a much easier target, one that will panic you and whether you called me or died trying to get him back I would come and they would have me right where they want me.”
“And you want to attack them?” House sat up, his scowl deepening. “Just go in and attack them?”
She nodded. “My son, you have never really seen what a Mother Strain can do.”
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Deep down, Hope knew she was a terrible thing. She had Tritter’s strain as well and her conversion to belladonna had given her a terrible mix of bloodlust, strength and mental manipulation. In her early days, long before she had House, even before she met Atticus, she had nearly gone mad from it all. She controlled it now, drinking beef blood instead of human, dulling her powers in her continuing quest to find cure. She was tempered, at peace but deep down there was that sleeping monster, just waiting to be released. The Slayers would see a monster tonight.
She flicked her wrist, breaking the heavy iron lock on the door and throwing it open. “Go.”
Her minions, the homeless, lost souls of London were deep under her thrall and stormed into the Slayers home without hesitation. Jane joined them, laughing maniacally. House followed, snarling like a beast. She strolled in after, quick and deftly sneaking up behind a Slayer who was distracted by her minions.
She grabbed the Slayer by the chin and forced the woman to look her in the eyes. “Where is he?”
“Monster…”
She pushed her will, her full power into the Slayer’s mind. The woman resisted, Slayers’ minds were incredibly strong, but they were no match for her. She tore into the girl’s mind without her usual care and precision. She tore through memories and training, looking for the information she desired. When she found it, she took it.
The girl dropped to the floor, her mind too torn for anything else.
“House, the basement, through the third bookshelf on the left in the Library. The Regina is with him.”
“Jane!”
The two took off for the Library, while Hope took a breath. She would need more power to face a Regina. Ducking down she picked up the Slayer whose mind she had destroyed.
“This is a mercy, child, I promise.” Then she sunk her teeth in and drained everything the girl had. Human blood, the taste, the heat, it was better than she remembered. Sweet, coppery, and so very warm. She drank it all, everything the girl had until there was nothing left.
One was not enough. She turned on one of her own minions and drained him, then another and another. When the sixth body dropped she followed her son into the basement. Jane and House stood, hissing like angry cats. The Regina had James, a silver knife to his throat.
“Truly?” Hope said with a sigh. She felt that role, that monster she was in Tritter’s home sliding over her. “If you had wanted to meet, you merely had to ask. A shame it’s come to this.”
“You creatures…” the Regina began.
Hope’s eyes flared bright and the woman dropped. House rushed forward and Jane caught her as she slumped.
“She had a very strong mind,” Hope muttered, feeling dizzy from such a forceful intrusion. “Damn Slayers, damn them.”
But she smiled, watching her son and his mate. Even though the monster was closer to the surface, she had to smile to see her son so happy. He was her only one, after all. She would do anything for him, anything at all.
Characters: Hope Chandler, Greg House, Jimmy Novak, Patrick Jane.
Rating: R
Pairings: House/Jimmy
Author’s Notes: This takes place in House’s Snow White verse, which is slightly different from Hope’s own vampire verse. When you read it, you’ll be able to tell them apart. Hopefully, I got all the information and history right. Anyway, Hope is a badass vamp momma, protecting her son.
---
The call wakes her in the middle of the day, strong and loud like she’s never heard before from her son. Hope opened her mind immediately and tried to soothe the panic she felt.
Easy, my son, easy. What’s wrong?
They took him! The anger surged forward through the bond. Hope shuddered, feeling Tritter’s bloodline start to rise. Anger and bloodlust were dangerous for them. She was no Serenity, but she could force her will, even over her own son.
Tell me what happened, be still.
Her will struggled against his until finally she felt a sigh of defeat from her son. They took my mate, my Jim, my beautiful Jim. The Slayers took him. Mother, mother, they took my mate.
She felt her son’s despair, his loss like it was her own. Even though it was still daylight and incredibly dangerous, Hope got to her feet.
I am coming, my son.
---
House’s London home was a disaster. Hope stepped over the ruined furniture and blood trails as she made her way towards the only light in the house. Her son was slumped in a chair in the study. His son, Jane, stood behind him. She had never cared for any of House’s offspring, they all enjoyed drinking human blood too much for her taste. Jane, especially made her uncomfortable. She saw too much of Tritter in him.
“This is your plan?” she said as she stepped into the room.
“Plan?” House looked at her, eyes narrowed. “I can’t hear him, the Slayers have killed him.”
She waved a hand, “Nonsense.”
House snarled and she glared, her eyes glowing softly. She rarely showed her power but she could tell her son was teetering between her Mother’s Strain blood and Tritter’s blind bloodlust. She would have to exert her will over his lest he lose control and become nothing but a raging monsters. She would not see another like Tritter on this earth.
“The Slayers have ways of blocking bonds, especially if the Regina is near.” She took off her gloves and cloak, draping them over the back of another chair. “If you had paid more attention when I tried to tell you these things instead of thinking only of feeding, you would’ve remembered.”
“You never mentioned anything about Slayers blocking a bond.”
“I didn’t say Slayers, I said the Regina. James has your blood and mine, diluted of course. That’s what allows the Regina to hide the bond. Though, I wonder why she’s come all the way to London. The Regina rarely travels.”
“I do hate to interrupt,” Jane said, looking bored. “As fascinating as this information is, can we go back to discussing a plan for rescuing my dear brother?”
Hope sat and folded her hands in her lap. “We’re going to have to kill them.”
“Perfect.”
House blinked at her. “Kill, mother?”
She nodded. “The Slayers have taken your mate, judging from the condition of your house I’d say it was quite the fight. They wouldn’t waste so much effort on capturing him if they were just going to kill him.”
“Told you so,” Jane said under his breath, which made House glare at him. “They’re probably after your mother. Correct Lady Chandler?”
“You are terribly smart, if only you weren’t so thirsty.” But she nodded. “The Slayers knew better than to take Atticus, he’s even older than I am and very powerful. Your James is young, still learning his powers. He’s a much easier target, one that will panic you and whether you called me or died trying to get him back I would come and they would have me right where they want me.”
“And you want to attack them?” House sat up, his scowl deepening. “Just go in and attack them?”
She nodded. “My son, you have never really seen what a Mother Strain can do.”
---
Deep down, Hope knew she was a terrible thing. She had Tritter’s strain as well and her conversion to belladonna had given her a terrible mix of bloodlust, strength and mental manipulation. In her early days, long before she had House, even before she met Atticus, she had nearly gone mad from it all. She controlled it now, drinking beef blood instead of human, dulling her powers in her continuing quest to find cure. She was tempered, at peace but deep down there was that sleeping monster, just waiting to be released. The Slayers would see a monster tonight.
She flicked her wrist, breaking the heavy iron lock on the door and throwing it open. “Go.”
Her minions, the homeless, lost souls of London were deep under her thrall and stormed into the Slayers home without hesitation. Jane joined them, laughing maniacally. House followed, snarling like a beast. She strolled in after, quick and deftly sneaking up behind a Slayer who was distracted by her minions.
She grabbed the Slayer by the chin and forced the woman to look her in the eyes. “Where is he?”
“Monster…”
She pushed her will, her full power into the Slayer’s mind. The woman resisted, Slayers’ minds were incredibly strong, but they were no match for her. She tore into the girl’s mind without her usual care and precision. She tore through memories and training, looking for the information she desired. When she found it, she took it.
The girl dropped to the floor, her mind too torn for anything else.
“House, the basement, through the third bookshelf on the left in the Library. The Regina is with him.”
“Jane!”
The two took off for the Library, while Hope took a breath. She would need more power to face a Regina. Ducking down she picked up the Slayer whose mind she had destroyed.
“This is a mercy, child, I promise.” Then she sunk her teeth in and drained everything the girl had. Human blood, the taste, the heat, it was better than she remembered. Sweet, coppery, and so very warm. She drank it all, everything the girl had until there was nothing left.
One was not enough. She turned on one of her own minions and drained him, then another and another. When the sixth body dropped she followed her son into the basement. Jane and House stood, hissing like angry cats. The Regina had James, a silver knife to his throat.
“Truly?” Hope said with a sigh. She felt that role, that monster she was in Tritter’s home sliding over her. “If you had wanted to meet, you merely had to ask. A shame it’s come to this.”
“You creatures…” the Regina began.
Hope’s eyes flared bright and the woman dropped. House rushed forward and Jane caught her as she slumped.
“She had a very strong mind,” Hope muttered, feeling dizzy from such a forceful intrusion. “Damn Slayers, damn them.”
But she smiled, watching her son and his mate. Even though the monster was closer to the surface, she had to smile to see her son so happy. He was her only one, after all. She would do anything for him, anything at all.