SPN FIC - Breach
Almost a year ago, the Muse and I put together Change of Ownership -- introducing a mysterious small man who shows up at a storage locker auction outside of Buffalo, New York, to purchase a roomful of items collected by one John Winchester. I was pleased with how the story came out, all the more so when I saw how well it had gone over with you guys.
I was flat-out astonished when I realized last week that Harrison and the Small Man fit reaaaaally nicely into canon.
So they're back. :)
CHARACTERS: OMCs (Harrison and The Small Man)
GENRE: Gen (Outsider POV)
RATING: G
SPOILERS: 8.12 and 8.13
LENGTH: 300 words
BREACH
By Carol Davis
"Sir," Harrison said softly.
The small man glanced up from his book. Saw enough of Harrison's expression to prompt him to close it gently, one finger tucked between the smooth old pages to mark his place.
"There's been a breach," Harrison said.
That might have been alarming news, if not for the twinkle in Harrison's eyes.
"I see," the small man replied.
He withdrew his finger then, and lay the book aside, on the table beside his chair. When he got up (the chair's supple beige leather flexing and creaking a little as it was relieved of his weight) and walked to the window, Harrison remained where he was, wearing that same minute, inscrutable smile.
"Then someone's finally located the key," the small man observed.
"Apparently so."
"After all these years."
The small man spent a while gazing out at the gentle green roll of the lawn, hands clasped loosely behind his back. When he finally turned, Harrison was holding one of the new phones - the one with a screen nearly the size of his palm. They were prototypes, something that had cost the small man dearly, but had proven to be well worth the cost. Without being summoned, Harrison brought it to him and held it so he could examine the image on the screen.
Weeds.
A mostly-concealed concrete wall.
And an old black Chevy, parked, empty, and silent.
The small man chuckled.
"Should we contact them?" Harrison asked.
The small man thought that over for a minute. Thought of his father, and his grandfather - and of Harrison's father and grandfather as well.
Thought of Henry Winchester, nowhere to be found after a night in August of 1958.
"There'll be time for that," he said finally. "It could well be - finally - that there's all the time in the world."
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I was flat-out astonished when I realized last week that Harrison and the Small Man fit reaaaaally nicely into canon.
So they're back. :)
CHARACTERS: OMCs (Harrison and The Small Man)
GENRE: Gen (Outsider POV)
RATING: G
SPOILERS: 8.12 and 8.13
LENGTH: 300 words
BREACH
By Carol Davis
"Sir," Harrison said softly.
The small man glanced up from his book. Saw enough of Harrison's expression to prompt him to close it gently, one finger tucked between the smooth old pages to mark his place.
"There's been a breach," Harrison said.
That might have been alarming news, if not for the twinkle in Harrison's eyes.
"I see," the small man replied.
He withdrew his finger then, and lay the book aside, on the table beside his chair. When he got up (the chair's supple beige leather flexing and creaking a little as it was relieved of his weight) and walked to the window, Harrison remained where he was, wearing that same minute, inscrutable smile.
"Then someone's finally located the key," the small man observed.
"Apparently so."
"After all these years."
The small man spent a while gazing out at the gentle green roll of the lawn, hands clasped loosely behind his back. When he finally turned, Harrison was holding one of the new phones - the one with a screen nearly the size of his palm. They were prototypes, something that had cost the small man dearly, but had proven to be well worth the cost. Without being summoned, Harrison brought it to him and held it so he could examine the image on the screen.
Weeds.
A mostly-concealed concrete wall.
And an old black Chevy, parked, empty, and silent.
The small man chuckled.
"Should we contact them?" Harrison asked.
The small man thought that over for a minute. Thought of his father, and his grandfather - and of Harrison's father and grandfather as well.
Thought of Henry Winchester, nowhere to be found after a night in August of 1958.
"There'll be time for that," he said finally. "It could well be - finally - that there's all the time in the world."
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