Under Pressure
Title: Under Pressure - Part I
Author: divas_lament
Rating: PG-13, for language
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Jack Winchester, Holly Winchester, Jonathan Kent.
Summary: It's never a dull moment at Smallville High. Written for Spawn Fic Tuesday!
Three weeks left until graduation. Three weeks until he was free from the public school education system - free to do whatever he wanted.
For now, he was stuck inside the sticky art room, humid from the fast approaching summer. Jack Winchester was in his zone. While others were merely biding their time until they walked across the stage, he was still working. Not out of any real need. Jack Winchester had finished all the necessary art requirements by the middle of sophomore year. Now, the work was merely a means to prevent boredom. Working with ink, Jack worked diligently on his drawing, earphones in place to drown out the incessant chatter of the girls at the closest table.
Suddenly, the lights in the room cut out and a weird buzzing noise issued from the intercom. Frowning, Jack removed the earphones from his ears and shut off the music just as a voice began to speak over the intercom. Instead of an apology for a short in the generator or an electrical problem, the message was something completely unexpected:
Everyone please remain calm. We’re taking over the school.
A gunshot followed the statement by a man whose voice Jack didn’t recognize. The sound of the shot echoed ominously down the nearby corridors.
All cell phones are now out of range. My associates will be by shortly to collect them. I wouldn’t cause any unnecessary problems.
Like others in the room, his hand went immediately for his phone and he saw the man wasn’t lying. There was no signal. Jack’s dark eyes looked around the room, seeing the petrified faces of the other people in the class. They were probably thinking about the possibility of death.
Jack, on the other hand, was recalling the map of the building Uncle Dean made him memorize before the first day of school his freshman year - even though Uncle Dean was living in Chicago at the time. You can never be too safe, Dean had said when Jack had questioned his sanity for the briefest of moments. Know your exits.
He didn’t know who to thank - Uncle Dean or Sarah Connor - for that life lesson that was going to be put to use.
Unfortunately, there was no way he could get out safe without leaving these people behind and that just wasn’t a smart plan. Even though Jack wasn’t the social butterfly, he grew up with these people and knew them well. He sure as hell wasn’t going to leave them here. That just wasn’t the Winchester way.
He needed to think of something - anything that would be able to get them out of here safely. There was no way of contacting the outside world and his two biggest allies seemed like worlds away: Holly was in AP English on the other side of the building and Jonathan was in US History on the third floor.
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Due to alphabetical order, Holly Winchester sat in the back corner of the classroom, closest to the window. She glanced at her phone in her purse, looking at the signal bars. Two precious bars remained. The satellite phone had been an early graduation present - a direct link to the Queen satellite. Given that she was joining the League after graduation, she needed something to keep her in contact at all times and since Oliver and the rest of the Queen family weren’t going to be able to make it to the ceremony, they sent the present early. Holly had intercepted it early, opening it before her mom even had the chance to know it had arrived.
The door to the classroom banged open. Mrs. Winslow, a grey-haired woman set for retirement, let out a surprised shriek. Students gasped and jumped in their seats in shock all turning to look at the door. Two men entered, both carrying military grade weaponry.
Black market, Holly surmised, judging by the looks of the two men.
“Phones go in the bag,” One of the men instructed, holding out the brown paper bag. “Now!”
Holly glanced around, placing her phone on the ground. Carefully, she pushed it behind the heater with her foot. Holly held her breath as one of the men came up to her, expecting her to hand over her phone.
“Where’s your phone?” The man demanded, holding the gun to her.
“Don’t have one,” Holly answered, widening her eyes in fear.
“What do you mean you don’t have one?”
Adapting a panicked voice, tears began to form in her eyes. “My brother ran it over with his car; I haven’t gotten a new one yet.”
“Search her,” the other man instructed, holding the bag of cell phones.
Holly kept her eyes trained on him, a tear trailing dramatically down her cheek, willing herself not to look in the direction of the hidden phone. The other man grabbed her nearby purse and dumped the contents onto the desk. Seeing nothing of interest, he grunted.
“Stay where you are, nobody move. We’ll know if you do,” one of the men barked before the two men left the room.
Holly closed her eyes, letting out a breath of relief.
“Jonathan Kent,” she whispered under her breath. “I know you can hear me. Don’t try anything stupid.”
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Motherfucker.
Seriously, what the flying fuck?
Who the hell would want to take over Smallville High? It’s in the middle of nowhere for crying out loud.
Two seconds and he could have this problem solved. He was half-alien. Son to Superman. TWO SECONDS. Jon could take out all these dopes. They had guns. Big effing deal. He could shoot lasers out of his eyes.
And his big cousin was in his ear telling him not to do anything dumb. Like she was doing anything productive. Oh, she could heal people. But would that be necessary if he could just stop this whole game right now? No.
He knew she had a point. He couldn’t be found out. The big family secrets had to stay hush-hush or they’d all be carted off to a lab and experimented on.
But…he could superspeed…Holly wouldn’t even have to know…
“ Seriously, Jon,” his superhearing picked up over the panicked whispers of the people in his class, as they had just been visited by men in masks. “ I mean it. I know how you think. I will beat you with Kryptonite if you attempt something right now.”
What a bitch.
He was fourteen! He didn’t need to be treated like a kid anymore!
Jon slumped back in his chair, glancing around the room. The school was in Smallville. No one would notice intruders until around two o’clock when school let out for the day and no one went out to meet the buses.
It’s not like he could call for his dad right now either - he was off with the League in…some place halfway around the world. Which was really convenient for these goons waving the guns. Because no one would bat an eyelash if Superman showed up in his spandex and got rid of these people. Jonathan Kent, on the other hand? That would be a whole different story.
So, he had to sit back and wait for the plan. Because that’s what the kid cousin with the kick ass superpowers does. Sits around and waits for the “experienced” ones to figure out what to do.
Man, he couldn’t wait for Holly and Jack to graduate.
Author: divas_lament
Rating: PG-13, for language
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Jack Winchester, Holly Winchester, Jonathan Kent.
Summary: It's never a dull moment at Smallville High. Written for Spawn Fic Tuesday!
Three weeks left until graduation. Three weeks until he was free from the public school education system - free to do whatever he wanted.
For now, he was stuck inside the sticky art room, humid from the fast approaching summer. Jack Winchester was in his zone. While others were merely biding their time until they walked across the stage, he was still working. Not out of any real need. Jack Winchester had finished all the necessary art requirements by the middle of sophomore year. Now, the work was merely a means to prevent boredom. Working with ink, Jack worked diligently on his drawing, earphones in place to drown out the incessant chatter of the girls at the closest table.
Suddenly, the lights in the room cut out and a weird buzzing noise issued from the intercom. Frowning, Jack removed the earphones from his ears and shut off the music just as a voice began to speak over the intercom. Instead of an apology for a short in the generator or an electrical problem, the message was something completely unexpected:
Everyone please remain calm. We’re taking over the school.
A gunshot followed the statement by a man whose voice Jack didn’t recognize. The sound of the shot echoed ominously down the nearby corridors.
All cell phones are now out of range. My associates will be by shortly to collect them. I wouldn’t cause any unnecessary problems.
Like others in the room, his hand went immediately for his phone and he saw the man wasn’t lying. There was no signal. Jack’s dark eyes looked around the room, seeing the petrified faces of the other people in the class. They were probably thinking about the possibility of death.
Jack, on the other hand, was recalling the map of the building Uncle Dean made him memorize before the first day of school his freshman year - even though Uncle Dean was living in Chicago at the time. You can never be too safe, Dean had said when Jack had questioned his sanity for the briefest of moments. Know your exits.
He didn’t know who to thank - Uncle Dean or Sarah Connor - for that life lesson that was going to be put to use.
Unfortunately, there was no way he could get out safe without leaving these people behind and that just wasn’t a smart plan. Even though Jack wasn’t the social butterfly, he grew up with these people and knew them well. He sure as hell wasn’t going to leave them here. That just wasn’t the Winchester way.
He needed to think of something - anything that would be able to get them out of here safely. There was no way of contacting the outside world and his two biggest allies seemed like worlds away: Holly was in AP English on the other side of the building and Jonathan was in US History on the third floor.
---
Due to alphabetical order, Holly Winchester sat in the back corner of the classroom, closest to the window. She glanced at her phone in her purse, looking at the signal bars. Two precious bars remained. The satellite phone had been an early graduation present - a direct link to the Queen satellite. Given that she was joining the League after graduation, she needed something to keep her in contact at all times and since Oliver and the rest of the Queen family weren’t going to be able to make it to the ceremony, they sent the present early. Holly had intercepted it early, opening it before her mom even had the chance to know it had arrived.
The door to the classroom banged open. Mrs. Winslow, a grey-haired woman set for retirement, let out a surprised shriek. Students gasped and jumped in their seats in shock all turning to look at the door. Two men entered, both carrying military grade weaponry.
Black market, Holly surmised, judging by the looks of the two men.
“Phones go in the bag,” One of the men instructed, holding out the brown paper bag. “Now!”
Holly glanced around, placing her phone on the ground. Carefully, she pushed it behind the heater with her foot. Holly held her breath as one of the men came up to her, expecting her to hand over her phone.
“Where’s your phone?” The man demanded, holding the gun to her.
“Don’t have one,” Holly answered, widening her eyes in fear.
“What do you mean you don’t have one?”
Adapting a panicked voice, tears began to form in her eyes. “My brother ran it over with his car; I haven’t gotten a new one yet.”
“Search her,” the other man instructed, holding the bag of cell phones.
Holly kept her eyes trained on him, a tear trailing dramatically down her cheek, willing herself not to look in the direction of the hidden phone. The other man grabbed her nearby purse and dumped the contents onto the desk. Seeing nothing of interest, he grunted.
“Stay where you are, nobody move. We’ll know if you do,” one of the men barked before the two men left the room.
Holly closed her eyes, letting out a breath of relief.
“Jonathan Kent,” she whispered under her breath. “I know you can hear me. Don’t try anything stupid.”
---
Motherfucker.
Seriously, what the flying fuck?
Who the hell would want to take over Smallville High? It’s in the middle of nowhere for crying out loud.
Two seconds and he could have this problem solved. He was half-alien. Son to Superman. TWO SECONDS. Jon could take out all these dopes. They had guns. Big effing deal. He could shoot lasers out of his eyes.
And his big cousin was in his ear telling him not to do anything dumb. Like she was doing anything productive. Oh, she could heal people. But would that be necessary if he could just stop this whole game right now? No.
He knew she had a point. He couldn’t be found out. The big family secrets had to stay hush-hush or they’d all be carted off to a lab and experimented on.
But…he could superspeed…Holly wouldn’t even have to know…
“ Seriously, Jon,” his superhearing picked up over the panicked whispers of the people in his class, as they had just been visited by men in masks. “ I mean it. I know how you think. I will beat you with Kryptonite if you attempt something right now.”
What a bitch.
He was fourteen! He didn’t need to be treated like a kid anymore!
Jon slumped back in his chair, glancing around the room. The school was in Smallville. No one would notice intruders until around two o’clock when school let out for the day and no one went out to meet the buses.
It’s not like he could call for his dad right now either - he was off with the League in…some place halfway around the world. Which was really convenient for these goons waving the guns. Because no one would bat an eyelash if Superman showed up in his spandex and got rid of these people. Jonathan Kent, on the other hand? That would be a whole different story.
So, he had to sit back and wait for the plan. Because that’s what the kid cousin with the kick ass superpowers does. Sits around and waits for the “experienced” ones to figure out what to do.
Man, he couldn’t wait for Holly and Jack to graduate.