Breakaway
Title: Breakaway - Part I
Author: divas_lament
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Holly Winchester, Chloe Sullivan-Winchester, Sophie Queen, Connor Queen, Oliver Queen, Jack Winchester.
Summary: It might take a while, but sometimes the path you thought was right really isn't.
BREAKAWAY
PART I
A lot of commotion was going on outside her office. Some sort of madman was attempting a near apocalypse on the other side of the world. And, of course, the League was going to go stop it. The only thing that did surprise her about the situation was that Lex was not behind the reins of this nefarious scheme.
Moments ago, she had been chatting with Sophie, going over their plans for the weekend. It wasn't often that the young socialite was in Metropolis for longer than a few days without any appearances to keep, so the two had to take the opportunity to hang out when the time presented itself. They were going to go shopping, head out to Crater Lake to enjoy the nice weather, and maybe catch a movie. The plan was to keep everything low key - keep the paparazzi at bay to give Sophie the opportunity to actually enjoy herself and not worry about what could be splashed over page six of the Planet the next day.
"You sure you don't want to go running off with to Paris with the other merry band of rich kids?" Holly teased, leaning back in her chair.
Sophie rolled her eyes, laughing. "Oh, yeah. And have to listen about how, according to them, the biggest problem in the world is not having the right outfit to wear to the MTV VMA's? No thank you."
"Can't be that bad."
"It is, Holly, it is."
Holly grinned, just as the alarms in the building started going off. Her brow furrowed and grabbed the remote for the television on the opposite wall. She was about to turn it on when Connor burst into the room.
"Sophie, get your stuff, we have to go," Connor said, prompting his half-sister to get moving.
"What's going on?" Sophie asked, standing from the chair.
"Andrew's flying out with Bruce," she heard her mother's voice echo in from the hallway through the open door. Heels were clicking sharply on the floor. "Bart says he can get there as soon as possible and Clark already left."
Chloe and Oliver appeared in the doorway, both with heavy bags on their shoulders. Holly did not even have to guess what was inside those bags: their uniforms and gadgets.
"Connor, get moving, we don't have all day," Oliver instructed.
"I was just -" Connor began before shaking his head and exiting the door. Sophie gave Holly and apologetic look before following her brother out of the room. Oliver went out after them, muttering something about making sure the plane was ready.
"Holly, can you tell Dad I might not be home for a few days?" Chloe asked tiredly, giving her daughter a wry smile.
Holly nodded, "Of course, Mom. Be safe."
"Love you."
"Love you, too."
Chloe blew her a kiss before leaving the room, closing the door behind her, before immediately being accosted by another League member, curious to the exact situation taking place.
So here she was, sitting alone in her office at her desk. Holly sighed, looking around the room. Psychology books were neatly stacked in two large bookcases by the door. Her uniform, little used as of lately, was stored away safely in a closet. It was safe to say she had become a desk dweller.
When her powers began to manifest differently about seven months back, she had a hard time controlling it at first. Every so often, when she was caught unawares and someone went to touch her, she would end up zapping them with pure pain - right to the nerves. The League, she assumed, deemed her as a sort of a liability. In the field, if she accidentally touched them when her powers were malfunctioning, there would be disastrous consequences. Then again, she was better at the non-fieldwork. Holly was the interrogator. Using her ability to read people, she could find where the cracks in the story were - read their body language, see what triggers angered them.
Lately, she felt useless. They had a psychic join the League, for heaven's sake. They didn't need her anymore. They had more than enough new recruits to take care of the job without her.
Just then, her phone began to ring.
"Hey Jack," she said, smiling as she answered the phone.
"What's up, cuz?"
"Not much. League is off to save the world; I'm sitting in my office, pretending to do something productive."
"Sounds exciting."
"Oh, you have no idea," she replied sarcastically. "So, what's going on with you?"
"Not much, David and I just got back from a hunt."
"The Blake-Winchester boys bonding? I'm in shock and disbelief."
"He's calmed down a lot since Isabella was born."
Isabella, now three, had been a surprise to everyone. David had been dating the girl's mother for a couple of months and they had broken up. About eight months later, Anna had walked into the bar, still with the hospital bracelet on her wrist and carrying the baby in one of those Moses baskets. She put the basket on the counter, turned to a stunned Jack, and said "Give this to David when he gets back."
David had moved back to Kansas for a while. Sarah and Sam helping him through his crash course in fatherhood. He had been twenty-six at the time, with very little experience with babies in general. Jack stayed in New Mexico, running the bar that they had just established a few months before David had met Maria. The bar was a meeting place for hunters, much like Ellen’s Roadhouse was before it had been destroyed. Jack usually stayed at the bar; David would go out and hunt, but with Isabella’s arrival, everything had gotten chaotic for a while. A couple of their friends picked up the hunting slack and ended up working out.
"Plus, you kicking his ass a few years back poked some big holes in the ego," Holly remembered. "Back in New Mexico now?"
"Yeah. I'm telling you, I think I need to start hiring new people to man the bar when I'm gone. There's more liquor gone than what was sold."
"You need a better interview process."
"I'm beginning to realize that," Jack said dryly. "How's the writing going? Any new stuff?"
Holly sighed, recalling her bout of writer's block over the last few...months. "No."
"You know what I think you need?"
"I'm not a mind reader, Jack..."
"You need to get out of Metropolis for a while. Take some time. Get your shit together."
"I've got writer's block, so that means I'm falling apart?"
"You're stuck in a rut. Find something that makes you happy."
"Yeah, maybe I should."
"Hey, I got to go. My niece is breaking into the pretzel stash. I'll give you a call soon."
"Bye, Jack."
The call ended and Holly sat in her office. The commotion in the hall had died away. Silence pervaded the JLA headquarters.
Jack was right. She was stuck in a rut.
In a decision she might come to regret later, Holly turned towards her computer and opened up a new document. There, she began to write:
To the Justice League America,
It is with great consideration, that I tender my resignation....
Author: divas_lament
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Holly Winchester, Chloe Sullivan-Winchester, Sophie Queen, Connor Queen, Oliver Queen, Jack Winchester.
Summary: It might take a while, but sometimes the path you thought was right really isn't.
BREAKAWAY
PART I
A lot of commotion was going on outside her office. Some sort of madman was attempting a near apocalypse on the other side of the world. And, of course, the League was going to go stop it. The only thing that did surprise her about the situation was that Lex was not behind the reins of this nefarious scheme.
Moments ago, she had been chatting with Sophie, going over their plans for the weekend. It wasn't often that the young socialite was in Metropolis for longer than a few days without any appearances to keep, so the two had to take the opportunity to hang out when the time presented itself. They were going to go shopping, head out to Crater Lake to enjoy the nice weather, and maybe catch a movie. The plan was to keep everything low key - keep the paparazzi at bay to give Sophie the opportunity to actually enjoy herself and not worry about what could be splashed over page six of the Planet the next day.
"You sure you don't want to go running off with to Paris with the other merry band of rich kids?" Holly teased, leaning back in her chair.
Sophie rolled her eyes, laughing. "Oh, yeah. And have to listen about how, according to them, the biggest problem in the world is not having the right outfit to wear to the MTV VMA's? No thank you."
"Can't be that bad."
"It is, Holly, it is."
Holly grinned, just as the alarms in the building started going off. Her brow furrowed and grabbed the remote for the television on the opposite wall. She was about to turn it on when Connor burst into the room.
"Sophie, get your stuff, we have to go," Connor said, prompting his half-sister to get moving.
"What's going on?" Sophie asked, standing from the chair.
"Andrew's flying out with Bruce," she heard her mother's voice echo in from the hallway through the open door. Heels were clicking sharply on the floor. "Bart says he can get there as soon as possible and Clark already left."
Chloe and Oliver appeared in the doorway, both with heavy bags on their shoulders. Holly did not even have to guess what was inside those bags: their uniforms and gadgets.
"Connor, get moving, we don't have all day," Oliver instructed.
"I was just -" Connor began before shaking his head and exiting the door. Sophie gave Holly and apologetic look before following her brother out of the room. Oliver went out after them, muttering something about making sure the plane was ready.
"Holly, can you tell Dad I might not be home for a few days?" Chloe asked tiredly, giving her daughter a wry smile.
Holly nodded, "Of course, Mom. Be safe."
"Love you."
"Love you, too."
Chloe blew her a kiss before leaving the room, closing the door behind her, before immediately being accosted by another League member, curious to the exact situation taking place.
So here she was, sitting alone in her office at her desk. Holly sighed, looking around the room. Psychology books were neatly stacked in two large bookcases by the door. Her uniform, little used as of lately, was stored away safely in a closet. It was safe to say she had become a desk dweller.
When her powers began to manifest differently about seven months back, she had a hard time controlling it at first. Every so often, when she was caught unawares and someone went to touch her, she would end up zapping them with pure pain - right to the nerves. The League, she assumed, deemed her as a sort of a liability. In the field, if she accidentally touched them when her powers were malfunctioning, there would be disastrous consequences. Then again, she was better at the non-fieldwork. Holly was the interrogator. Using her ability to read people, she could find where the cracks in the story were - read their body language, see what triggers angered them.
Lately, she felt useless. They had a psychic join the League, for heaven's sake. They didn't need her anymore. They had more than enough new recruits to take care of the job without her.
Just then, her phone began to ring.
"Hey Jack," she said, smiling as she answered the phone.
"What's up, cuz?"
"Not much. League is off to save the world; I'm sitting in my office, pretending to do something productive."
"Sounds exciting."
"Oh, you have no idea," she replied sarcastically. "So, what's going on with you?"
"Not much, David and I just got back from a hunt."
"The Blake-Winchester boys bonding? I'm in shock and disbelief."
"He's calmed down a lot since Isabella was born."
Isabella, now three, had been a surprise to everyone. David had been dating the girl's mother for a couple of months and they had broken up. About eight months later, Anna had walked into the bar, still with the hospital bracelet on her wrist and carrying the baby in one of those Moses baskets. She put the basket on the counter, turned to a stunned Jack, and said "Give this to David when he gets back."
David had moved back to Kansas for a while. Sarah and Sam helping him through his crash course in fatherhood. He had been twenty-six at the time, with very little experience with babies in general. Jack stayed in New Mexico, running the bar that they had just established a few months before David had met Maria. The bar was a meeting place for hunters, much like Ellen’s Roadhouse was before it had been destroyed. Jack usually stayed at the bar; David would go out and hunt, but with Isabella’s arrival, everything had gotten chaotic for a while. A couple of their friends picked up the hunting slack and ended up working out.
"Plus, you kicking his ass a few years back poked some big holes in the ego," Holly remembered. "Back in New Mexico now?"
"Yeah. I'm telling you, I think I need to start hiring new people to man the bar when I'm gone. There's more liquor gone than what was sold."
"You need a better interview process."
"I'm beginning to realize that," Jack said dryly. "How's the writing going? Any new stuff?"
Holly sighed, recalling her bout of writer's block over the last few...months. "No."
"You know what I think you need?"
"I'm not a mind reader, Jack..."
"You need to get out of Metropolis for a while. Take some time. Get your shit together."
"I've got writer's block, so that means I'm falling apart?"
"You're stuck in a rut. Find something that makes you happy."
"Yeah, maybe I should."
"Hey, I got to go. My niece is breaking into the pretzel stash. I'll give you a call soon."
"Bye, Jack."
The call ended and Holly sat in her office. The commotion in the hall had died away. Silence pervaded the JLA headquarters.
Jack was right. She was stuck in a rut.
In a decision she might come to regret later, Holly turned towards her computer and opened up a new document. There, she began to write:
To the Justice League America,
It is with great consideration, that I tender my resignation....