Fanfic New Champion Chapter 3
Fandom: Angel Cross-over SPN
Title: New Champion
Authors: Egsparks ( egsparks
Pairing: Dean/Cordelia
Rating/Warnings: K+; canon for BTVS, but for ATS it diverges from season 3 and pre-serie for Supernatural.
Characters: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, (Angel) and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon. No infringement intended. SPN belong to Eric Kripke and The CW.
Summary: Angel as finally "Shanshued" only the PTB hasn't finish with Cordelia yet. They as assigned her to a new Champion, that even if she likes it or... NOT.
SORRY for the long wait, I became quite obsessed with new Show and was reading and writing fic about them... I may publish them one day, but first I will try finishing this one. NOW, this may be a while before I post the next chapter because I doesn't have it written yet and I don't really know where I'm going with it, so... I'm open to suggestion.
Previously in Chapter 2:
("Does that mean you're reconsidering the idea of working with that champion?" she only looks up at him with a dark stare which only made him smile. Looking at Angel smile like that made her want to thrown him the letter-opener. But she wouldn't, because she would have to explain why her ex-champion was dead in the office, with a letter-opener in the heart. )
Meanwhile, outside two cars arrived. A black Chevy impala parked on the side of the street in front of the hotel, behind a black pick-up truck. A man, in his forty came out the black truck; he was tall, brown hair, wearing jean and plaid, dark brown coat, even as the hot summer air of California was too much for heavy clothing. He looked at the two younger mans coming out the Impala. The driver was around six foot tall, short light blondish hair, also wearing jean and plaid, probably in his early twenty's. The passenger was around the same height. Similar clothes but looked younger, most likely, still in high school. They met on the sidewalk by the two cars. They look up at the big hotel standing there. The youngest ask if it was the right place. The only answer he got was gruff "yes" from his father. John wasn't happy about The Power sudden idea to take his oldest son as champion, he was even less happy with the fact that this mean they would have to get a seer with them. The only thing that made him consider this option and came here, was that maybe, he could get info on the demon that killed his wife 19 years ago, from that seer. If not, he could always leave town with his boys and never think of it again.
A man, Afro-American came out the inner garden of the hotel and his eyes fell on them. He looked at them strangely, like he was assessing then, to know if they were a treat or not. He did not say a word, but his eyes glanced to the Impala. Dean tensed. If that Home-boy was thinking one second he could steal him baby, he was in for pain was all Dean could think. Good thing he was armed. He could totally shoot him and get away with it. As the men was looking at the car a smile cracked his lips, John front, wondering the same thing his son was. Maybe they shouldn't have park there. At first it hadn't looked like a bad neighborhood. "Nice Car." The guy looks back at them a hint of amusement in the voice. "That's mine, steal it and I break your legs." Nobody was messing with Dean's car. The men only laugh and walked away on the street mumbling something about leverage. Dean was considering moving the Impala, but his father already made his way into the internal garden of the hotel. So he sigh and followed with Sam.
John walked through the garden, first going to the double door. He put a hand into his coat pocket making sure his gun was there and he was ready to shoot, if anything were too happened. He still hadn't decided if all this wasn't just some kind of trap. Set by the demon he was hunting, the one that killed his Mary. It could also be another demon. He had sure pissed is fair share of monsters in the past 19 years. If all this was some kind of plan to get to his son, they had another thing coming. John Winchester would not let any bastard monsters touch his son, any of his sons. Looking behind him, he saw Dean and Sam walking right behind him. He could see that his eldest was nervous. The only reason he know, was because he know is son. He may keep everything bottle inside, just like him for that matter but there was a fire inside of him, just like Mary. He was nervous, but he was ready to fight if needed be. He had clearly seen his son tucking his favorite gun in the back of his pant before coming into the hotel. He was proud of him and even if he would never admit it out loud to anyone, he was proud that his eldest had been chosen to be a champion. Somewhere, it mean he worth more the being a hunter.
Pushing his trough aside, John opens the door and walked into the lobby of the hotel, is sons following behind. Sam looked around at the place with big eyes, he always was impressionable. Ok, he had to admit this place was something. It was immense and seams to not have lost any class it must have back in the days. Sat behind the counter was two young women; one was really short with platinum blonde hair, dresses in a cream blouse with… Lord help him, where they Chihuahua on her blouse? She looked like those valley girl, a little dumb. The other women was a little taller but way more thinner, brown hair in a ponytail, wearing a blue shirt, both woman were eating tacos and having a animated discussion he couldn't make out. For a moment he felt dread grown inside of him. Was the seer one of those women?
Having been told by that Whistler guy and the one he had on the phone, Wesley something, it was a woman who would be Dean's seer. No name was given or any information regarding this seer. But if it was either one of those women, they would never be strong enough to hunt. This was doomed. His son's was destined to be put with a person at risk? He would not let this happened. He even doubted that with heavy training, they could be at any of their level. He noticed a man sat back to the hotel door, on a red couch reading a news paper. He couldn't make much of him from his position. He looked average tall, with brown hair. Dress in jean and a blue shirt. What was classing was the tea cup. Both brothers were looking at the women sat at the counter eating tacos. Approximately the same tough crossed their head as it did with their father. They however seem to have noticed them. The brunette covered her mouth with one hand calling for the men sat on the red couch, mouth half full. So this man was the one John spoke with. Wesley. He lowered his news paper and look at them. He them proceed to put it down and walk the couple of foots separating them.
"Hello, I'm Wesley, welcome to Angel Investigation, how may I help you?" John accepted the man hands and shook it. He had a strong handshake and a thick British accent that he remembers from the phone. The hunter presented himself and introduced his boys; he did not reveal which one of them was to be the Seer's champion trough. Recognition filter on the man face, he looked at the two women who had stopped eating and were listening on them. "Fred can you go get Cordelia. Tell her they are here?" the Brunette nodded and made her way to the door on her left, vanishing into what they assumed was some kind of office. Wesley offered them something to drink, coffee. John declined, not trusting this people just yet. He was aware that the blonde was checking his sons out making faces.
Dean was getting antsy waiting for that seer to show up. He was making all sort of scenario in is head about that women. Was she going to be anything like the two women who as been at the counter? Would she be like a hunter? Was this really happening? He looks up when the door the women, Fred, went through re-open. The brunette walked out trying to hide her smile and contain laughter with her hand. She was followed by two persons. Ha tall men dress in all black. He was… pale, had a large forehead and he was nudging a woman before him. She was as tall as Fred. She however was more fashionably dressed; into a raspberry pink dress and a yellow cardigan. Long dark brown hair falling on her shoulder, she was stunning beautiful. Really! But was she a fighter? No way. The tall, dark men guided her by Wesley's side, which was simply waiting patiently. Once by the British men she made a show of hitting tall, pale and dress in black on the chest, before he left.
"Cordelia, this is John Winchester, it was with him, I spoke on the phone. Those are his sons, Dean and Sam." Wesley motioned to each on as he called them. She was silent, maybe a little too silent. John was not impressed. This woman would fit more into a fashion magazine not on a hunt. This was not going well. "Cordelia?" she glance at the English men by her when he called for her, then she look back at the three hunters and cross her arms over her chest with a huff. "Well, this answers that."
Wesley fell that this was going to be ugly if he didn't do something, so he asked John which one of his sons was the Champion. John hesitated for a moment then motion for his eldest will answering the question. Dean nodded at Wesley keeping his eyes on Cordelia; she rolled her eyes when he was revealed to be the Champion. "You got something to say, princess?" he notice the pinched expression at the word "princess", but else then that she remain impassible. That: until a smirk grown on her lips. "No, it just great to see, that even at your age, you need to get trough daddy for thing that happened in your life." She turn around flipping her hair and walked away, in her 6inch heels sandals and vanished in a hallway. "It went well." All three Winchester turned and look at him as if he grown another head. By the counted they heard a laugh and snort.
( CHAPTER 2 )
( Chapter 1 )
Title: New Champion
Authors: Egsparks ( egsparks
Pairing: Dean/Cordelia
Rating/Warnings: K+; canon for BTVS, but for ATS it diverges from season 3 and pre-serie for Supernatural.
Characters: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, (Angel) and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon. No infringement intended. SPN belong to Eric Kripke and The CW.
Summary: Angel as finally "Shanshued" only the PTB hasn't finish with Cordelia yet. They as assigned her to a new Champion, that even if she likes it or... NOT.
SORRY for the long wait, I became quite obsessed with new Show and was reading and writing fic about them... I may publish them one day, but first I will try finishing this one. NOW, this may be a while before I post the next chapter because I doesn't have it written yet and I don't really know where I'm going with it, so... I'm open to suggestion.
Previously in Chapter 2:
("Does that mean you're reconsidering the idea of working with that champion?" she only looks up at him with a dark stare which only made him smile. Looking at Angel smile like that made her want to thrown him the letter-opener. But she wouldn't, because she would have to explain why her ex-champion was dead in the office, with a letter-opener in the heart. )
Meanwhile, outside two cars arrived. A black Chevy impala parked on the side of the street in front of the hotel, behind a black pick-up truck. A man, in his forty came out the black truck; he was tall, brown hair, wearing jean and plaid, dark brown coat, even as the hot summer air of California was too much for heavy clothing. He looked at the two younger mans coming out the Impala. The driver was around six foot tall, short light blondish hair, also wearing jean and plaid, probably in his early twenty's. The passenger was around the same height. Similar clothes but looked younger, most likely, still in high school. They met on the sidewalk by the two cars. They look up at the big hotel standing there. The youngest ask if it was the right place. The only answer he got was gruff "yes" from his father. John wasn't happy about The Power sudden idea to take his oldest son as champion, he was even less happy with the fact that this mean they would have to get a seer with them. The only thing that made him consider this option and came here, was that maybe, he could get info on the demon that killed his wife 19 years ago, from that seer. If not, he could always leave town with his boys and never think of it again.
A man, Afro-American came out the inner garden of the hotel and his eyes fell on them. He looked at them strangely, like he was assessing then, to know if they were a treat or not. He did not say a word, but his eyes glanced to the Impala. Dean tensed. If that Home-boy was thinking one second he could steal him baby, he was in for pain was all Dean could think. Good thing he was armed. He could totally shoot him and get away with it. As the men was looking at the car a smile cracked his lips, John front, wondering the same thing his son was. Maybe they shouldn't have park there. At first it hadn't looked like a bad neighborhood. "Nice Car." The guy looks back at them a hint of amusement in the voice. "That's mine, steal it and I break your legs." Nobody was messing with Dean's car. The men only laugh and walked away on the street mumbling something about leverage. Dean was considering moving the Impala, but his father already made his way into the internal garden of the hotel. So he sigh and followed with Sam.
John walked through the garden, first going to the double door. He put a hand into his coat pocket making sure his gun was there and he was ready to shoot, if anything were too happened. He still hadn't decided if all this wasn't just some kind of trap. Set by the demon he was hunting, the one that killed his Mary. It could also be another demon. He had sure pissed is fair share of monsters in the past 19 years. If all this was some kind of plan to get to his son, they had another thing coming. John Winchester would not let any bastard monsters touch his son, any of his sons. Looking behind him, he saw Dean and Sam walking right behind him. He could see that his eldest was nervous. The only reason he know, was because he know is son. He may keep everything bottle inside, just like him for that matter but there was a fire inside of him, just like Mary. He was nervous, but he was ready to fight if needed be. He had clearly seen his son tucking his favorite gun in the back of his pant before coming into the hotel. He was proud of him and even if he would never admit it out loud to anyone, he was proud that his eldest had been chosen to be a champion. Somewhere, it mean he worth more the being a hunter.
Pushing his trough aside, John opens the door and walked into the lobby of the hotel, is sons following behind. Sam looked around at the place with big eyes, he always was impressionable. Ok, he had to admit this place was something. It was immense and seams to not have lost any class it must have back in the days. Sat behind the counter was two young women; one was really short with platinum blonde hair, dresses in a cream blouse with… Lord help him, where they Chihuahua on her blouse? She looked like those valley girl, a little dumb. The other women was a little taller but way more thinner, brown hair in a ponytail, wearing a blue shirt, both woman were eating tacos and having a animated discussion he couldn't make out. For a moment he felt dread grown inside of him. Was the seer one of those women?
Having been told by that Whistler guy and the one he had on the phone, Wesley something, it was a woman who would be Dean's seer. No name was given or any information regarding this seer. But if it was either one of those women, they would never be strong enough to hunt. This was doomed. His son's was destined to be put with a person at risk? He would not let this happened. He even doubted that with heavy training, they could be at any of their level. He noticed a man sat back to the hotel door, on a red couch reading a news paper. He couldn't make much of him from his position. He looked average tall, with brown hair. Dress in jean and a blue shirt. What was classing was the tea cup. Both brothers were looking at the women sat at the counter eating tacos. Approximately the same tough crossed their head as it did with their father. They however seem to have noticed them. The brunette covered her mouth with one hand calling for the men sat on the red couch, mouth half full. So this man was the one John spoke with. Wesley. He lowered his news paper and look at them. He them proceed to put it down and walk the couple of foots separating them.
"Hello, I'm Wesley, welcome to Angel Investigation, how may I help you?" John accepted the man hands and shook it. He had a strong handshake and a thick British accent that he remembers from the phone. The hunter presented himself and introduced his boys; he did not reveal which one of them was to be the Seer's champion trough. Recognition filter on the man face, he looked at the two women who had stopped eating and were listening on them. "Fred can you go get Cordelia. Tell her they are here?" the Brunette nodded and made her way to the door on her left, vanishing into what they assumed was some kind of office. Wesley offered them something to drink, coffee. John declined, not trusting this people just yet. He was aware that the blonde was checking his sons out making faces.
Dean was getting antsy waiting for that seer to show up. He was making all sort of scenario in is head about that women. Was she going to be anything like the two women who as been at the counter? Would she be like a hunter? Was this really happening? He looks up when the door the women, Fred, went through re-open. The brunette walked out trying to hide her smile and contain laughter with her hand. She was followed by two persons. Ha tall men dress in all black. He was… pale, had a large forehead and he was nudging a woman before him. She was as tall as Fred. She however was more fashionably dressed; into a raspberry pink dress and a yellow cardigan. Long dark brown hair falling on her shoulder, she was stunning beautiful. Really! But was she a fighter? No way. The tall, dark men guided her by Wesley's side, which was simply waiting patiently. Once by the British men she made a show of hitting tall, pale and dress in black on the chest, before he left.
"Cordelia, this is John Winchester, it was with him, I spoke on the phone. Those are his sons, Dean and Sam." Wesley motioned to each on as he called them. She was silent, maybe a little too silent. John was not impressed. This woman would fit more into a fashion magazine not on a hunt. This was not going well. "Cordelia?" she glance at the English men by her when he called for her, then she look back at the three hunters and cross her arms over her chest with a huff. "Well, this answers that."
Wesley fell that this was going to be ugly if he didn't do something, so he asked John which one of his sons was the Champion. John hesitated for a moment then motion for his eldest will answering the question. Dean nodded at Wesley keeping his eyes on Cordelia; she rolled her eyes when he was revealed to be the Champion. "You got something to say, princess?" he notice the pinched expression at the word "princess", but else then that she remain impassible. That: until a smirk grown on her lips. "No, it just great to see, that even at your age, you need to get trough daddy for thing that happened in your life." She turn around flipping her hair and walked away, in her 6inch heels sandals and vanished in a hallway. "It went well." All three Winchester turned and look at him as if he grown another head. By the counted they heard a laugh and snort.
( CHAPTER 2 )
( Chapter 1 )