Breakaway - Complete
Title: Breakaway - Part IV + Epilogue
Author: divas_lament
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Dean Winchester, Chloe Sullivan-Winchester, Andrew Winchester, Connor Queen, Oliver Queen, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent.
Summary: It might take a while, but sometimes the path you thought was right really isn't.
BREAKAWAY
PART IV
Holly had called as soon as she got to Silver City. She would be staying with Jack and that made Dean feel a bit better, knowing she wouldn’t be completely alone. Holly called once a day and Dean realized he was talking to her more now than when she lived within close driving distance. She sounded better - lighter, as if she did not have the entire world pressing down on her shoulders.
The house was quiet otherwise. Chloe was gone. The rush at the shop died down. However, he knew that sooner or later, the quiet before the storm would be over.
The calm came to a crashing halt five days after Holly had left.
“Dean? Dean!” Chloe yelled. He heard the front door slam. Chloe must have just gotten back from wherever it was the major issue was going on in the world and had just found out about Holly’s decision.
He continued cleaning his gun, knowing it was only a matter of time before she found him. He did not have to wait long as she burst into the kitchen a moment later.
“What the hell is going on?” She asked in confusion.
Calmly, he looked up after examining the barrel of the gun. “Hey, Chlo, how was your trip?”
Chloe sighed in frustration, holding the letter in her hand. “Where’s Holly?”
“Not too sure,” he answered truthfully. “Last time I talked to her, she was in Vegas for the day.”
“Vegas?” Chloe repeated. “Dean, did you know she -?”
“Quit the League?”
Dean began reassembling the gun. His calm demeanor only served to further make Chloe feel frazzled. She could not believe what she was hearing.
“And you let her go? She could have been possessed-she…” Her mind was moving faster than her mouth. Thoughts were jumping around, each one more ridiculous and absurd than the next. This whole situation did not make any sense.
“She wasn’t.”
“How do you know?”
“I talked to her,” Dean responded with a shrug of his shoulders.
“You talked to her and you let her go?”
“Yup,” he answered simply.
The front door opened once again. Multiple footsteps could be heard entering the house. Dean shook his head with a small laugh, loading the nearest fully assembled sawed-off. Oliver, along with Connor, Clark, and Bruce entered the room. Andrew trailed in behind them.
“Oh, look, you brought friends.”
Chloe ignored his sarcastic remark.
“Dean, this isn’t like her, she wouldn’t just quit like she did,” Chloe began. “Something is wrong.”
“We need to find her,” Oliver interjected, trying to appeal to Dean.
“Holly made her decision, Jolly Green,” Dean stated firmly. “She turned in her security access, she closed up shop. She’s done.”
“She knows too much. It’s not safe for her to -”
“Bullshit.”
“Excuse me?”
“She’ll be fine. You don’t have to worry about her spilling your precious secrets,” Dean said, his tone laced with disgust. “Nice to see the amount of trust you have.”
“We can activate the tracker in her car…” Connor suggested.
Dean laughed, shaking his head. “Good luck with that. Her car is parked in the garage.”
Connor glared slightly, “Another tracker then…”
Chloe shook her head. “She would know where they are.”
“Her cell phone?”
“If she got rid of the trackers, she wouldn’t have her cell phone on her,” Clark said diplomatically.
“Chloe, she’s not just a member of the League, she’s your daughter,” Dean reminded her, knowing Chloe might have been blindsided - even hurt at Holly’s impromptu resignation. “You know she hasn’t been happy in months.”
“Dean, she just made this decision so quickly…”
“She’d been thinking about doing it for a while,” he told her. “She joined the League when she was 18. Who the hell knows what they want for the rest of their life at 18? It’s not what she wants anymore.”
Chloe sighed, “You’re right. I just….she could have talked to me about this…”
“Once she gets an idea into her head, she won’t let it go. Genetic flaw.”
She laughed, knowing just how true that statement was. The family was full of stubborn people. It was a miracle that they ever got anything done.
“Oliver,” Chloe said, turning to face the others. “Respect the resignation.”
“But-” Connor began to argue, but was interrupted.
“We’ll remove her from active status,” Bruce decided. “Move her into retirement. Give her the option to come back if she wants.”
“Andrew? Do you know where she could be?” Connor asked his friend.
Andrew had been silent during the entire exchange, leaning against the wall. He let out a breath, glancing towards a picture hung up on the refrigerator of him and Holly, half buried between other notes and take-out menus.
“Not a clue,” he lied.
EPILOGUE
“You’re crazy, you know that?” Andrew spoke into the phone, standing outside of the house. He had bought a disposable cell phone from a convenience store, knowing it wouldn’t be bugged.
“I’ve heard it a couple of times recently,” Holly admitted with a laugh. “I just…couldn’t take sitting in an office all day anymore.”
“Nah, I get it,” he said. He let out a breath, lowering his voice. “Connor’s dead set on finding you.”
“I was always good at hide and seek.”
“Stay out of trouble, will ya?”
“Easier said than done.”
Author: divas_lament
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Dean Winchester, Chloe Sullivan-Winchester, Andrew Winchester, Connor Queen, Oliver Queen, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent.
Summary: It might take a while, but sometimes the path you thought was right really isn't.
BREAKAWAY
PART IV
Holly had called as soon as she got to Silver City. She would be staying with Jack and that made Dean feel a bit better, knowing she wouldn’t be completely alone. Holly called once a day and Dean realized he was talking to her more now than when she lived within close driving distance. She sounded better - lighter, as if she did not have the entire world pressing down on her shoulders.
The house was quiet otherwise. Chloe was gone. The rush at the shop died down. However, he knew that sooner or later, the quiet before the storm would be over.
The calm came to a crashing halt five days after Holly had left.
“Dean? Dean!” Chloe yelled. He heard the front door slam. Chloe must have just gotten back from wherever it was the major issue was going on in the world and had just found out about Holly’s decision.
He continued cleaning his gun, knowing it was only a matter of time before she found him. He did not have to wait long as she burst into the kitchen a moment later.
“What the hell is going on?” She asked in confusion.
Calmly, he looked up after examining the barrel of the gun. “Hey, Chlo, how was your trip?”
Chloe sighed in frustration, holding the letter in her hand. “Where’s Holly?”
“Not too sure,” he answered truthfully. “Last time I talked to her, she was in Vegas for the day.”
“Vegas?” Chloe repeated. “Dean, did you know she -?”
“Quit the League?”
Dean began reassembling the gun. His calm demeanor only served to further make Chloe feel frazzled. She could not believe what she was hearing.
“And you let her go? She could have been possessed-she…” Her mind was moving faster than her mouth. Thoughts were jumping around, each one more ridiculous and absurd than the next. This whole situation did not make any sense.
“She wasn’t.”
“How do you know?”
“I talked to her,” Dean responded with a shrug of his shoulders.
“You talked to her and you let her go?”
“Yup,” he answered simply.
The front door opened once again. Multiple footsteps could be heard entering the house. Dean shook his head with a small laugh, loading the nearest fully assembled sawed-off. Oliver, along with Connor, Clark, and Bruce entered the room. Andrew trailed in behind them.
“Oh, look, you brought friends.”
Chloe ignored his sarcastic remark.
“Dean, this isn’t like her, she wouldn’t just quit like she did,” Chloe began. “Something is wrong.”
“We need to find her,” Oliver interjected, trying to appeal to Dean.
“Holly made her decision, Jolly Green,” Dean stated firmly. “She turned in her security access, she closed up shop. She’s done.”
“She knows too much. It’s not safe for her to -”
“Bullshit.”
“Excuse me?”
“She’ll be fine. You don’t have to worry about her spilling your precious secrets,” Dean said, his tone laced with disgust. “Nice to see the amount of trust you have.”
“We can activate the tracker in her car…” Connor suggested.
Dean laughed, shaking his head. “Good luck with that. Her car is parked in the garage.”
Connor glared slightly, “Another tracker then…”
Chloe shook her head. “She would know where they are.”
“Her cell phone?”
“If she got rid of the trackers, she wouldn’t have her cell phone on her,” Clark said diplomatically.
“Chloe, she’s not just a member of the League, she’s your daughter,” Dean reminded her, knowing Chloe might have been blindsided - even hurt at Holly’s impromptu resignation. “You know she hasn’t been happy in months.”
“Dean, she just made this decision so quickly…”
“She’d been thinking about doing it for a while,” he told her. “She joined the League when she was 18. Who the hell knows what they want for the rest of their life at 18? It’s not what she wants anymore.”
Chloe sighed, “You’re right. I just….she could have talked to me about this…”
“Once she gets an idea into her head, she won’t let it go. Genetic flaw.”
She laughed, knowing just how true that statement was. The family was full of stubborn people. It was a miracle that they ever got anything done.
“Oliver,” Chloe said, turning to face the others. “Respect the resignation.”
“But-” Connor began to argue, but was interrupted.
“We’ll remove her from active status,” Bruce decided. “Move her into retirement. Give her the option to come back if she wants.”
“Andrew? Do you know where she could be?” Connor asked his friend.
Andrew had been silent during the entire exchange, leaning against the wall. He let out a breath, glancing towards a picture hung up on the refrigerator of him and Holly, half buried between other notes and take-out menus.
“Not a clue,” he lied.
EPILOGUE
“You’re crazy, you know that?” Andrew spoke into the phone, standing outside of the house. He had bought a disposable cell phone from a convenience store, knowing it wouldn’t be bugged.
“I’ve heard it a couple of times recently,” Holly admitted with a laugh. “I just…couldn’t take sitting in an office all day anymore.”
“Nah, I get it,” he said. He let out a breath, lowering his voice. “Connor’s dead set on finding you.”
“I was always good at hide and seek.”
“Stay out of trouble, will ya?”
“Easier said than done.”