Adam/Bela - Sweet Revenge
Fandom: Supernatural/Heroes
Title: Sweet Revenge
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Adam Monroe/Bela Talbot, Dean and Sam Winchester
7_crossovers Prompt: 2. Forgive
fic_variations Prompt: day/night (#5)
Content Warning: Spoilers for 211: Powerless (Heroes).
Summary: While working a job with Sam and Dean, Bela runs into someone she didn't expect.
Author's Note: Sequel to What Lies Beneath.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Heroes or Supernautral. They're owned by NBC and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
She hated being in graveyards at night. Regardless of the fact that it was a rather large side effect of her job, she would rather spend the time elsewhere-places that had lighting and less of a creepy atmosphere, but apparently that this was the penance for doing business with the Winchester brothers. Everything had to be done in the dead of night and in the middle of the last place Bela wanted to be.
“Can’t you hurry this up?” she pleaded to the two men in the hole. Dean looked up at Bela, an annoyed look on his face.
“You know-this might go a little faster if there were three people digging, instead of two.”
Bela just smirked back at him. “Not my fault you only brought two shovels.” Dean rolled his eyes, and she gave him a grin. “Just finish digging, I get my necklace, you salt your body, and we can go our separate ways and pretend this never happened. Which will be best for all of us, trust me.”
“Oh, believe me,” Dean smirked. “We know it’s what best for all of us.”
“What is this thing anyway, Bela?” Sam asked. “Why are you so interested in it?”
“That’s no business of yours, Sam,” Bela replied with a smirk.
“Of course it isn’t,” Sam shook his head before going back to the digging.
Bela sighed softly, before rubbing her arms and looking around. The night had been mostly quiet, which was both unnerving and comforting at the same time. She wasn’t exactly doing nothing but watch them dig, she was keeping an eye out as well, but so far there hadn’t been anything of interest. Her back was away from the grave, but at this point she was more worried about the Winchesters shooting her than she was about whoever might be wandering through a graveyard in the middle of the night. Not that there was anyone out there. The Winchesters had just cracked the top of the casket, when she heard something behind them.
“Did you hear that?” Bela frowned, picking her head up from where she was looking.
“Hear what?”
Bela listened again quietly for a moment, as the sound redefined itself to that of footsteps. “There’s someone here.”
“Well, get rid of ‘em,” Dean said, giving her a look. “And I don’t mean that in the literal sense, Bela-let’s not shoot anybody.”
She rolled her eyes as she turned slightly, eyes wary for anything that might be out in the dark, and when she spotted a familiar frame coming into view her eyes widened in recognition as her hand went into her jacket for her gun. “You!”
Adam’s eyes went wide, and he held his hands up in self defense when the gun was leveled at him. “Now, Bela-let’s be rational about this.”
“Get out of here. Now.”
“No,” he said stubbornly. “I came for something and I’m going to get it.”
“Wrong answer,” she replied, before firing a shot directly into his chest. As she did so, Dean and Sam were climbing out of the hole, the necklace she was looking for in Dean’s hand.
“Whoa, whoa, Bela-” Dean said, exchanging a horrified look with his brother. “What have we told you about going around and shooting people?!”
“He can take it,” she said dryly, before turning back to him. “Do you have the handcuffs from earlier?”
“It’s not going to matter,” Sam replied. “You shot him through the heart, Bela. He’s dead.”
“No he’s not,” she stated, taking the handcuffs from Dean and using it to tie the man’s hands together. When she was finished, she looked over at them and gave them a look. “Well, what are you waiting for? Finish the job.”
“You killed him, Bela,” Sam replied. Bela rolled her eyes as she went to take the necklace from Dean as well. Dean held it out of her grasp at first, until there was a slight coughing and sputtering from behind her, and Adam sat up, spitting out the bullet she had used to shoot him and glaring at her.
“Now, Bela-was that really necessary.”
“What the hell-?” Dean frowned, looking over at Sam. Sam shrugged in his brother’s direction his eyes equally wide.
“Maybe not,” she replied with a smirk. “But it sure made me feel better.”
He tilted his head to the side slightly, rolling his eyes. “Don’t tell me this is about Tokyo.”
“Oh, Adam, it’s always about Tokyo.”
“Damn woman-untie me! Now!”
“No,” she said, before walking over to him. “We are going for a drive.” She grabbed him under the elbow and yanked him to his feet. She then turned back to Sam and Dean with a nod. “Thanks for your help, lads. Hopefully we won’t be seeing each other anytime soon.”
“Bye-Bela,” Sam blinked, confused as the woman turned and dragged her captive back towards her car. Dean just shook his head before going back to salting the body.
“I really liked those handcuffs.”
***
“Those two friends of yours?” Adam asked as she dragged him back, keeping her grip tight on his elbow.
“That’s none of your business.”
“They must be friends if you’re out in the graveyard with them in the middle of the night.”
“You certainly have no idea the people I do business with,” she commented, opening the back door to her car.
“So they’re associates, then?”
“Watch your head,” she replied thinly before grabbing his head and shoving him into the backseat. His head caught the edge of the door, and he cursed as he collapsed into the back seat. She slammed the door behind him, and headed up to the front seat, climbing in and starting the car.
“Just because I can heal any wound doesn’t mean I can be your punching bag,” Adam said, glaring at her through the rearview mirror.
“That was for nearly blowing my job.”
“But as far as I know, you still got the necklace you were looking for anyway, so why abuse me?”
“It makes me feel better,” she said with a sickeningly sweet smile, and Adam rolled his eyes.
“You, Bela Talbot, are an impossible woman.”
“And you, Adam Monroe, shouldn’t have left me handcuffed in a hotel room in Tokyo.”
“I apologized for that, didn’t I?”
“Trying to kiss what you did to me away does not count as an apology,” she said with a growl as she hit the gas and peeled onto the highway.
“Fine-I’m sorry I did what I did. But you were going to turn me over to your buyer.”
“You could have made me a better offer, Adam. You could have given me more, and don’t tell me you didn’t have the money.”
“I shouldn’t have to pay you for my freedom.”
“I was just doing business, Adam; it was nothing personal.”
“I’m sure,” he rolled his eyes. “And this whole thing, this handcuffing me and shoving me into the back of the car, this is all about what happened in Tokyo.”
“I’m a woman. I’m sure you’re aware how we can hold a grudge after four hundred years.”
“Fantastic,” he sighed, before leaning back in the seat and looking at her, more resigned than angry. “Now where are you taking me, anyway?”
“You’ll see.”
She watched him carefully through the rearview mirror as discreetly as she could, but after a while he picked up on it and met her eyes in the mirror. He leaned forward again, his voice less malicious and more-gentle.
“You know, Bela-we would make fantastic business partners.”
“We would?” she scoffed, trying her best to cover how that tone of voice got to her. “And what makes you believe that.”
“We work so well together,” he said, his voice just above a whisper. “Clearly you remember Tokyo, so I’m sure you remember what happened before things went awry.”
“Went awry? You call leaving me handcuffed to the bed things going awry?”
“Well, before I ruined the mood anyway,” he murmured, his voice right in her ear. “Come on, Bela-I know you’re at least tempted.”
She was silent for a few more minutes, before she pulled over onto the side of the highway. “This is your stop.”
Adam looked around slightly as she got out of the car, and made her way around to his side of the car and opening the door. Once her face appeared he gave her a look. “We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
“I’m sure you’ll be able to find your way back,” she said with a smirk, before dusting him off. “Have a nice night, Adam.”
She pulled away from him, and made her way back over to the driver’s side, and Adam gave her a look. “Aren’t you going to at least take the handcuffs off?”
“Oh,” she said, feigning sympathy. “You know what-in all my rushing around, I forgot to get the keys from my-associate. Guess you’ll have to figure out a way out yourself.”
“You bitch,” he spat, glaring at her.
“Oh, dear,” she pouted. “Will you ever be able to forgive me?” She gave him a bright grin, before climbing back into the car, “Ciao, honey. Good luck with those handcuffs.”
She slid into the car and powered off into the distance, grinning as Adam’s silhouette got smaller and smaller in her rearview mirror. She sighed happily to herself and hit the gas more, relaxing back in her seat. “God, I feel so much better.”
Title: Sweet Revenge
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Adam Monroe/Bela Talbot, Dean and Sam Winchester
7_crossovers Prompt: 2. Forgive
fic_variations Prompt: day/night (#5)
Content Warning: Spoilers for 211: Powerless (Heroes).
Summary: While working a job with Sam and Dean, Bela runs into someone she didn't expect.
Author's Note: Sequel to What Lies Beneath.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Heroes or Supernautral. They're owned by NBC and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
She hated being in graveyards at night. Regardless of the fact that it was a rather large side effect of her job, she would rather spend the time elsewhere-places that had lighting and less of a creepy atmosphere, but apparently that this was the penance for doing business with the Winchester brothers. Everything had to be done in the dead of night and in the middle of the last place Bela wanted to be.
“Can’t you hurry this up?” she pleaded to the two men in the hole. Dean looked up at Bela, an annoyed look on his face.
“You know-this might go a little faster if there were three people digging, instead of two.”
Bela just smirked back at him. “Not my fault you only brought two shovels.” Dean rolled his eyes, and she gave him a grin. “Just finish digging, I get my necklace, you salt your body, and we can go our separate ways and pretend this never happened. Which will be best for all of us, trust me.”
“Oh, believe me,” Dean smirked. “We know it’s what best for all of us.”
“What is this thing anyway, Bela?” Sam asked. “Why are you so interested in it?”
“That’s no business of yours, Sam,” Bela replied with a smirk.
“Of course it isn’t,” Sam shook his head before going back to the digging.
Bela sighed softly, before rubbing her arms and looking around. The night had been mostly quiet, which was both unnerving and comforting at the same time. She wasn’t exactly doing nothing but watch them dig, she was keeping an eye out as well, but so far there hadn’t been anything of interest. Her back was away from the grave, but at this point she was more worried about the Winchesters shooting her than she was about whoever might be wandering through a graveyard in the middle of the night. Not that there was anyone out there. The Winchesters had just cracked the top of the casket, when she heard something behind them.
“Did you hear that?” Bela frowned, picking her head up from where she was looking.
“Hear what?”
Bela listened again quietly for a moment, as the sound redefined itself to that of footsteps. “There’s someone here.”
“Well, get rid of ‘em,” Dean said, giving her a look. “And I don’t mean that in the literal sense, Bela-let’s not shoot anybody.”
She rolled her eyes as she turned slightly, eyes wary for anything that might be out in the dark, and when she spotted a familiar frame coming into view her eyes widened in recognition as her hand went into her jacket for her gun. “You!”
Adam’s eyes went wide, and he held his hands up in self defense when the gun was leveled at him. “Now, Bela-let’s be rational about this.”
“Get out of here. Now.”
“No,” he said stubbornly. “I came for something and I’m going to get it.”
“Wrong answer,” she replied, before firing a shot directly into his chest. As she did so, Dean and Sam were climbing out of the hole, the necklace she was looking for in Dean’s hand.
“Whoa, whoa, Bela-” Dean said, exchanging a horrified look with his brother. “What have we told you about going around and shooting people?!”
“He can take it,” she said dryly, before turning back to him. “Do you have the handcuffs from earlier?”
“It’s not going to matter,” Sam replied. “You shot him through the heart, Bela. He’s dead.”
“No he’s not,” she stated, taking the handcuffs from Dean and using it to tie the man’s hands together. When she was finished, she looked over at them and gave them a look. “Well, what are you waiting for? Finish the job.”
“You killed him, Bela,” Sam replied. Bela rolled her eyes as she went to take the necklace from Dean as well. Dean held it out of her grasp at first, until there was a slight coughing and sputtering from behind her, and Adam sat up, spitting out the bullet she had used to shoot him and glaring at her.
“Now, Bela-was that really necessary.”
“What the hell-?” Dean frowned, looking over at Sam. Sam shrugged in his brother’s direction his eyes equally wide.
“Maybe not,” she replied with a smirk. “But it sure made me feel better.”
He tilted his head to the side slightly, rolling his eyes. “Don’t tell me this is about Tokyo.”
“Oh, Adam, it’s always about Tokyo.”
“Damn woman-untie me! Now!”
“No,” she said, before walking over to him. “We are going for a drive.” She grabbed him under the elbow and yanked him to his feet. She then turned back to Sam and Dean with a nod. “Thanks for your help, lads. Hopefully we won’t be seeing each other anytime soon.”
“Bye-Bela,” Sam blinked, confused as the woman turned and dragged her captive back towards her car. Dean just shook his head before going back to salting the body.
“I really liked those handcuffs.”
***
“Those two friends of yours?” Adam asked as she dragged him back, keeping her grip tight on his elbow.
“That’s none of your business.”
“They must be friends if you’re out in the graveyard with them in the middle of the night.”
“You certainly have no idea the people I do business with,” she commented, opening the back door to her car.
“So they’re associates, then?”
“Watch your head,” she replied thinly before grabbing his head and shoving him into the backseat. His head caught the edge of the door, and he cursed as he collapsed into the back seat. She slammed the door behind him, and headed up to the front seat, climbing in and starting the car.
“Just because I can heal any wound doesn’t mean I can be your punching bag,” Adam said, glaring at her through the rearview mirror.
“That was for nearly blowing my job.”
“But as far as I know, you still got the necklace you were looking for anyway, so why abuse me?”
“It makes me feel better,” she said with a sickeningly sweet smile, and Adam rolled his eyes.
“You, Bela Talbot, are an impossible woman.”
“And you, Adam Monroe, shouldn’t have left me handcuffed in a hotel room in Tokyo.”
“I apologized for that, didn’t I?”
“Trying to kiss what you did to me away does not count as an apology,” she said with a growl as she hit the gas and peeled onto the highway.
“Fine-I’m sorry I did what I did. But you were going to turn me over to your buyer.”
“You could have made me a better offer, Adam. You could have given me more, and don’t tell me you didn’t have the money.”
“I shouldn’t have to pay you for my freedom.”
“I was just doing business, Adam; it was nothing personal.”
“I’m sure,” he rolled his eyes. “And this whole thing, this handcuffing me and shoving me into the back of the car, this is all about what happened in Tokyo.”
“I’m a woman. I’m sure you’re aware how we can hold a grudge after four hundred years.”
“Fantastic,” he sighed, before leaning back in the seat and looking at her, more resigned than angry. “Now where are you taking me, anyway?”
“You’ll see.”
She watched him carefully through the rearview mirror as discreetly as she could, but after a while he picked up on it and met her eyes in the mirror. He leaned forward again, his voice less malicious and more-gentle.
“You know, Bela-we would make fantastic business partners.”
“We would?” she scoffed, trying her best to cover how that tone of voice got to her. “And what makes you believe that.”
“We work so well together,” he said, his voice just above a whisper. “Clearly you remember Tokyo, so I’m sure you remember what happened before things went awry.”
“Went awry? You call leaving me handcuffed to the bed things going awry?”
“Well, before I ruined the mood anyway,” he murmured, his voice right in her ear. “Come on, Bela-I know you’re at least tempted.”
She was silent for a few more minutes, before she pulled over onto the side of the highway. “This is your stop.”
Adam looked around slightly as she got out of the car, and made her way around to his side of the car and opening the door. Once her face appeared he gave her a look. “We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
“I’m sure you’ll be able to find your way back,” she said with a smirk, before dusting him off. “Have a nice night, Adam.”
She pulled away from him, and made her way back over to the driver’s side, and Adam gave her a look. “Aren’t you going to at least take the handcuffs off?”
“Oh,” she said, feigning sympathy. “You know what-in all my rushing around, I forgot to get the keys from my-associate. Guess you’ll have to figure out a way out yourself.”
“You bitch,” he spat, glaring at her.
“Oh, dear,” she pouted. “Will you ever be able to forgive me?” She gave him a bright grin, before climbing back into the car, “Ciao, honey. Good luck with those handcuffs.”
She slid into the car and powered off into the distance, grinning as Adam’s silhouette got smaller and smaller in her rearview mirror. She sighed happily to herself and hit the gas more, relaxing back in her seat. “God, I feel so much better.”