FIC: SPN/SV - A Mother's Story - Lex/Dean, Sam, Genevieve - PG13
Ryan Ross and I have reached an agreement finally. I write whatever he wants, he lets me work on things that don't involve him.
The sixth story in my continuing Jason Dean Winchester series. Read these first or this will make absolutely no sense: A Love Story, Interlude In 5 Parts, Appearances Can Be Deceiving, Invincible and Perfect Clarity.
I like writing Genevieve, is it insane that I want to AU my own universe and write a story where John goes to Genevieve for help after Mary's death and they end up being this really dysfunctional family?
It didn't take much for her to decide that if she wanted to have the baby she'd have to take drastic measures.
RATING: PG13
PAIRING: Lex/Dean (Jason), mentions of past Dean (Jason)/Lana
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, but I'll put them back in almost the same condition I found them in.
SPOILERS: Up to Season 2 for Supernatural, Season 4 for Smallville.
SUMMARY: It didn't take much for her to decide that if she wanted to have the baby she'd have to take drastic measures.
A Mother's Story
The day that she found out for sure, she'd known that her father would be infuriated, he'd spent the majority of her relationship with John angry at one or both of them.
She put off telling him for as long as possible but eventually the morning sickness was kind of obvious and he wasn't so self-involved that he would believe that she had food poisoning for three long weeks.
John had never told her but she was sure that there'd been at least one attempt to buy him off before he'd fled town to the Marines.
Just like there'd been more then one attempt, after she told her father, to convince her to either abort the baby or for her to miscarry in some horrible manner. She was sure that if he could figure out a way for her to accidentally fall down the stairs without breaking her neck in the process he would have done it.
It didn't take much for her to decide that if she wanted to have the baby she'd have to take drastic measures.
Drastic measures like stalking John's parents' house waiting for him to show back up in town, then convincing him that they would raise the baby together but without the benefit of marriage.
She didn't know what he thought, she sometimes didn't even care, other times she wanted him to force the issue.
But he didn't, he brought up marriage once then let the subject drop when she told him in her haughtiest tone that there was no way in hell that she would be a military wife and he let her bully him into moving into the apartment. He was weak; she hoped that the child didn't take after him.
The only demand that he did make was that the child was going to have his name.
Which she readily agreed to, after all the child would have fewer enemies as a Winchester then as a Teague anyway.
So she had a small measure of protection against her father, she didn't have to worry about convincing him to sign a prenup and she could leave eventually without having to go through a messy divorce.
Her father had gone through three; she'd always hoped that she'd at least learned something from his mistakes.
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They argued about what to name him for so long that she wondered if it was even worth it to continue the fight.
Because even after they finally agreed on his name, they still called him by different ones.
Jason Dean Winchester.
It was a strong name, she hoped that it was strong enough.
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Jason hated her.
Every time she picked him up he'd whimper and cry and would only settle when John would hold him carefully against his chest, like he thought he'd break him if he held him too tightly. Murmuring the entire time 'it's okay Dean, it's okay, don't cry, shh, shh', as he swayed him back and forth.
She glared with narrowed eyes at the way Jason settled, and she bit her tongue because they'd already had a dozen fights on what Jason's name was and what they should be calling him.
But the way that John was with him… well it made the decision all that much easier.
John loved the boy, she did as well but for some reason she couldn't make him love her back and she wondered if it was punishment for some of her sins against his father.
Her father had offered to take her back, but only if Jason didn't come with her.
So she'd cuddled him to her chest and gave him one last chance to love her, instead he whimpered and cried and she'd maybe shed a tear or sobbed but it couldn't be proven and then she'd handed him to John when he'd come home and walked away.
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The paper was two years old, she was never sure how her father had found it and what had drawn his interest back to John Winchester enough for him to search for it.
Because he would have had to have been consciously searching for something on John to have found it.
It was just a tiny blurb in the paper, something so inconsequential that she would have totally overlooked it if her father hadn't left it beside her breakfast plate, the black marker that he'd circled it with soaking through the remaining pages.
It took her a few minutes to realize that her father wasn't just trying to disturb her morning rituals, thus throwing her entire day out of whack, then another few for her to finish contemplating poisoning his morning coffee before she actually read the little blurb.
Mysterious fire caused by an electrical short, Mary Winchester dead. Survived by her husband John and two young sons Dean and Samuel.
She glared at the paper and wondered what had given John the right to not only rename her son but also to apparently give him to another woman.
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John fought her on seeing Jason, continually calling him Dean and she hung up on him once she was so infuriated.
Eventually he either got tired of her calling multiple times a day or he'd finally taken her threats to drag him into court to take her son back seriously.
She assumed that was what her father wanted her to do, she couldn't see any other point to the whole thing, and he'd never said the words out loud just looked pointedly at the paper, while she nodded once to show that she'd both seen it and understood what needed to be done.
There was nothing vastly different between now and then, Jason was still her son with a man that her father didn't like, except for that fact that she was no longer involved with John and that Jason was no longer a baby.
Maybe it had been the fact that Jason had been a baby and her father didn't know how to deal with children under the age of ten?
John had brought Jason to meet her at a small diner in Lawrence. The boy peering up at her from where he was half-hidden behind his fathers' legs.
He blinked at her and shook her hand when John introduced them. His little hand in hers and her breath caught.
This was her son after all.
Her flesh and blood.
This boy had come from her and John and he hopefully had gotten all the best parts of them and none of the anger and pain that they'd had to deal with.
For a brief moment she looked at John and saw a man who was a father, who loved his son fiercely even though half of him was Genevieve and she loved him a little bit right then.
Then Jason wouldn't talk to her, wouldn't call her mom and she hated him again so at least she wouldn't have to explain to her father why she was dragging John home alongside Jason.
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She still had to fight John for time with Jason. A day here, a day there and her father had slipped her cards for two lawyers that she really didn't want to have to use.
She also didn't like having to continually track him down. He moved frequently, both boys with him and she'd offered more then once to take Jason off his hands but he'd refused.
She couldn't figure out what he was doing, the private detectives that she'd hired to keep tabs on him seemed confused most of the time by his actions.
Most of the time she didn't care, except when Jason came to spend a day or a weekend or finally weeks with her and she found bruises and wondered if John was hitting her son because he was hers and not that hussy that had stolen her son and then gotten herself killed.
She didn't think that could be the case, she remembered John holding Jason so carefully and knew somewhere deep inside her that he wouldn't do that.
Not ever.
But then she'd see the cuts and the bruises and once a black eye and Jason would never tell her where they came from, would just look at her until she moved onto a different topic and she would once more entertain the possibility that John had changed more then she thought in the years since they'd not been together.
Maybe it would have been better if she'd dragged the entire Winchester clan back home with her after that first meeting.
She thought she might even have been able to put up with having another woman's child in her house as long as she knew that hers wasn't being hit because he wasn't that other woman's.
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The first time she saw Jason and Lex Luthor in the same room together she thought she saw sparks fly, then decided that she was imagining things.
Half of the things that Jason did she was sure he did strictly to annoy her because of the way that she'd gotten him to her side.
She probably shouldn't have threatened Samuel, but he'd really left her no other choice. She wouldn't actually kill the boy, she didn't think, not unless he got in the way of her plans for Jason.
Which since he was at Stanford and had, for the most part, severed all contact with Jason and John she didn't think was likely.
Maybe he saw, like she did, that what Jason and John believed and were doing was totally insane.
Demons and werewolves and ghosts and all manner of other supernatural things that didn't exist. She should have fought John for Jason back when he'd been six and not so impressionable that he believed without question that his father truly battled the things that hid in the dark.
Then there was the unhealthy dependency on his half-brother and father and she wanted nothing more then to sever those ties, obliterate them totally, make him rely solely on her.
Which he wouldn't do, he couldn't even pretend to love her like he should considering she was his mother unless there was someone else present.
His 'relationship' with Lex reminded her all too vividly of her and John back when they'd been young.
Because they continued butting heads and only half the time was it over the Lang girl or anything else that they deemed important enough to snarl at each other about.
It was a courtship ritual she decided and she wouldn't be surprised if one of them killed off one of the others enemies and presented it with a smile as a token of their affection.
She thought they might actually care about each other, which was a distressing thought, she'd only felt a mild, fleeting form of affection for John so maybe they weren't like her and John at all.
And almost against her will she thought it was kind of cute, though she never voiced that opinion out loud, instead radiating as much disapproval as she could manage when she really wanted to give Lex Luthor a list of her (and by extension Jason's) enemies for him to do with as he saw fit.
It would be nice to clear the list back down to one page at some point and if she could use the Luthor's to help do that she had absolutely no problems at all with that.
So even though she had a small problem with him becoming involved with the Luthor heir she figured that he was at least better suited for Jason then Lana Lang.
And dear God, her sons taste in women left a lot to be desired.
She was inordinately pleased when that relationship ended, not so pleased that the relationship with Lex didn't follow suit. Though they took great pains to make sure that no one knew about it.
She wasn't sure how Jason felt about the other young man; she certainly didn't feel comfortable asking him and she really didn't feel comfortable bringing Jason fully into her plans without knowing that.
If he loved him, well Jason would feel it necessary to warn Lex and Genevieve had gotten to a point where she could feel affection for him so she didn't want to have to harm him if he tried to get in her way.
Then it became a moot point.
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She knew it was John, even before the cameras in the house showed her his face, she knew it was him.
She didn't understand why he would hit Jason, didn't understand why Jason didn't put up a bigger fight.
But at least it kept Jason from interfering with her plans.
At least now she could proceed without worrying about where to slot Jason into her plans where he could do the least amount of damage.
And she made sure that her escape plan was fully in place, no sense being trapped if she didn't have to and getting one person out of town unseen… much easier then trying to get two out of town.
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Being dead allowed her to move with a lot more freedom then she would have thought.
She had a number of ID's that were useable and not known to those that were either her friends or her enemies.
She put plans into motion and waited for the outcomes and she searched for Jason.
He was an adult, John couldn't have hid him as easily as he'd been able to hide him as a child. And that monstrous car was more then easy to track.
It took her a few weeks but she finally tracked him to a small town and watched him and the half brother dig up a grave.
She'd never thought grave robbing would be part of his repertoire, though she knew that the things that John had believed had been firmly entrenched into Jason's mind as facts instead of the crazy, insane stories that had been disproved over and over again.
She was wondered if therapy would help when she saw both boys stiffen and the brother, Samuel go off with his gun drawn.
She wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it and at points she still didn't.
She watched and waited and followed after that, not too closely because Jason seemed to have an uncanny ability to realize that he was being followed and losing the subsequent tails.
She saw the things that they hunted, saw Jason lose more and more control as they hunted them and wondered if Jason's loss of control was due to John's death or other, outside influences.
She watched them go back to Smallville to Lex Luthor and lamented not putting a stop to that relationship when she'd had a least a partial chance.
Getting close to Jason would be difficult with the Luthor's still in the mix.
She waited until she the perfect time to approach. After a visit with Lex because Jason would be calmer for a short time after that.
She saw the same articles they did, it didn't take much to figure out what they were looking for when they scanned over multiple papers in the awful diners they frequented.
She positioned herself in the right place at the right time and she waited and when the time came she walked out of the darkness and stared at her son, (she ignored the other one because he wasn't important except as a possible piece of leverage) she didn't wonder if maybe he would shoot her because whatever else she was, she was his mother and he would never lift a hand to harm her.
"You wouldn't really shoot your mother, would you?"
The sixth story in my continuing Jason Dean Winchester series. Read these first or this will make absolutely no sense: A Love Story, Interlude In 5 Parts, Appearances Can Be Deceiving, Invincible and Perfect Clarity.
I like writing Genevieve, is it insane that I want to AU my own universe and write a story where John goes to Genevieve for help after Mary's death and they end up being this really dysfunctional family?
It didn't take much for her to decide that if she wanted to have the baby she'd have to take drastic measures.
RATING: PG13
PAIRING: Lex/Dean (Jason), mentions of past Dean (Jason)/Lana
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, but I'll put them back in almost the same condition I found them in.
SPOILERS: Up to Season 2 for Supernatural, Season 4 for Smallville.
SUMMARY: It didn't take much for her to decide that if she wanted to have the baby she'd have to take drastic measures.
A Mother's Story
The day that she found out for sure, she'd known that her father would be infuriated, he'd spent the majority of her relationship with John angry at one or both of them.
She put off telling him for as long as possible but eventually the morning sickness was kind of obvious and he wasn't so self-involved that he would believe that she had food poisoning for three long weeks.
John had never told her but she was sure that there'd been at least one attempt to buy him off before he'd fled town to the Marines.
Just like there'd been more then one attempt, after she told her father, to convince her to either abort the baby or for her to miscarry in some horrible manner. She was sure that if he could figure out a way for her to accidentally fall down the stairs without breaking her neck in the process he would have done it.
It didn't take much for her to decide that if she wanted to have the baby she'd have to take drastic measures.
Drastic measures like stalking John's parents' house waiting for him to show back up in town, then convincing him that they would raise the baby together but without the benefit of marriage.
She didn't know what he thought, she sometimes didn't even care, other times she wanted him to force the issue.
But he didn't, he brought up marriage once then let the subject drop when she told him in her haughtiest tone that there was no way in hell that she would be a military wife and he let her bully him into moving into the apartment. He was weak; she hoped that the child didn't take after him.
The only demand that he did make was that the child was going to have his name.
Which she readily agreed to, after all the child would have fewer enemies as a Winchester then as a Teague anyway.
So she had a small measure of protection against her father, she didn't have to worry about convincing him to sign a prenup and she could leave eventually without having to go through a messy divorce.
Her father had gone through three; she'd always hoped that she'd at least learned something from his mistakes.
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They argued about what to name him for so long that she wondered if it was even worth it to continue the fight.
Because even after they finally agreed on his name, they still called him by different ones.
Jason Dean Winchester.
It was a strong name, she hoped that it was strong enough.
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Jason hated her.
Every time she picked him up he'd whimper and cry and would only settle when John would hold him carefully against his chest, like he thought he'd break him if he held him too tightly. Murmuring the entire time 'it's okay Dean, it's okay, don't cry, shh, shh', as he swayed him back and forth.
She glared with narrowed eyes at the way Jason settled, and she bit her tongue because they'd already had a dozen fights on what Jason's name was and what they should be calling him.
But the way that John was with him… well it made the decision all that much easier.
John loved the boy, she did as well but for some reason she couldn't make him love her back and she wondered if it was punishment for some of her sins against his father.
Her father had offered to take her back, but only if Jason didn't come with her.
So she'd cuddled him to her chest and gave him one last chance to love her, instead he whimpered and cried and she'd maybe shed a tear or sobbed but it couldn't be proven and then she'd handed him to John when he'd come home and walked away.
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The paper was two years old, she was never sure how her father had found it and what had drawn his interest back to John Winchester enough for him to search for it.
Because he would have had to have been consciously searching for something on John to have found it.
It was just a tiny blurb in the paper, something so inconsequential that she would have totally overlooked it if her father hadn't left it beside her breakfast plate, the black marker that he'd circled it with soaking through the remaining pages.
It took her a few minutes to realize that her father wasn't just trying to disturb her morning rituals, thus throwing her entire day out of whack, then another few for her to finish contemplating poisoning his morning coffee before she actually read the little blurb.
Mysterious fire caused by an electrical short, Mary Winchester dead. Survived by her husband John and two young sons Dean and Samuel.
She glared at the paper and wondered what had given John the right to not only rename her son but also to apparently give him to another woman.
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John fought her on seeing Jason, continually calling him Dean and she hung up on him once she was so infuriated.
Eventually he either got tired of her calling multiple times a day or he'd finally taken her threats to drag him into court to take her son back seriously.
She assumed that was what her father wanted her to do, she couldn't see any other point to the whole thing, and he'd never said the words out loud just looked pointedly at the paper, while she nodded once to show that she'd both seen it and understood what needed to be done.
There was nothing vastly different between now and then, Jason was still her son with a man that her father didn't like, except for that fact that she was no longer involved with John and that Jason was no longer a baby.
Maybe it had been the fact that Jason had been a baby and her father didn't know how to deal with children under the age of ten?
John had brought Jason to meet her at a small diner in Lawrence. The boy peering up at her from where he was half-hidden behind his fathers' legs.
He blinked at her and shook her hand when John introduced them. His little hand in hers and her breath caught.
This was her son after all.
Her flesh and blood.
This boy had come from her and John and he hopefully had gotten all the best parts of them and none of the anger and pain that they'd had to deal with.
For a brief moment she looked at John and saw a man who was a father, who loved his son fiercely even though half of him was Genevieve and she loved him a little bit right then.
Then Jason wouldn't talk to her, wouldn't call her mom and she hated him again so at least she wouldn't have to explain to her father why she was dragging John home alongside Jason.
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She still had to fight John for time with Jason. A day here, a day there and her father had slipped her cards for two lawyers that she really didn't want to have to use.
She also didn't like having to continually track him down. He moved frequently, both boys with him and she'd offered more then once to take Jason off his hands but he'd refused.
She couldn't figure out what he was doing, the private detectives that she'd hired to keep tabs on him seemed confused most of the time by his actions.
Most of the time she didn't care, except when Jason came to spend a day or a weekend or finally weeks with her and she found bruises and wondered if John was hitting her son because he was hers and not that hussy that had stolen her son and then gotten herself killed.
She didn't think that could be the case, she remembered John holding Jason so carefully and knew somewhere deep inside her that he wouldn't do that.
Not ever.
But then she'd see the cuts and the bruises and once a black eye and Jason would never tell her where they came from, would just look at her until she moved onto a different topic and she would once more entertain the possibility that John had changed more then she thought in the years since they'd not been together.
Maybe it would have been better if she'd dragged the entire Winchester clan back home with her after that first meeting.
She thought she might even have been able to put up with having another woman's child in her house as long as she knew that hers wasn't being hit because he wasn't that other woman's.
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The first time she saw Jason and Lex Luthor in the same room together she thought she saw sparks fly, then decided that she was imagining things.
Half of the things that Jason did she was sure he did strictly to annoy her because of the way that she'd gotten him to her side.
She probably shouldn't have threatened Samuel, but he'd really left her no other choice. She wouldn't actually kill the boy, she didn't think, not unless he got in the way of her plans for Jason.
Which since he was at Stanford and had, for the most part, severed all contact with Jason and John she didn't think was likely.
Maybe he saw, like she did, that what Jason and John believed and were doing was totally insane.
Demons and werewolves and ghosts and all manner of other supernatural things that didn't exist. She should have fought John for Jason back when he'd been six and not so impressionable that he believed without question that his father truly battled the things that hid in the dark.
Then there was the unhealthy dependency on his half-brother and father and she wanted nothing more then to sever those ties, obliterate them totally, make him rely solely on her.
Which he wouldn't do, he couldn't even pretend to love her like he should considering she was his mother unless there was someone else present.
His 'relationship' with Lex reminded her all too vividly of her and John back when they'd been young.
Because they continued butting heads and only half the time was it over the Lang girl or anything else that they deemed important enough to snarl at each other about.
It was a courtship ritual she decided and she wouldn't be surprised if one of them killed off one of the others enemies and presented it with a smile as a token of their affection.
She thought they might actually care about each other, which was a distressing thought, she'd only felt a mild, fleeting form of affection for John so maybe they weren't like her and John at all.
And almost against her will she thought it was kind of cute, though she never voiced that opinion out loud, instead radiating as much disapproval as she could manage when she really wanted to give Lex Luthor a list of her (and by extension Jason's) enemies for him to do with as he saw fit.
It would be nice to clear the list back down to one page at some point and if she could use the Luthor's to help do that she had absolutely no problems at all with that.
So even though she had a small problem with him becoming involved with the Luthor heir she figured that he was at least better suited for Jason then Lana Lang.
And dear God, her sons taste in women left a lot to be desired.
She was inordinately pleased when that relationship ended, not so pleased that the relationship with Lex didn't follow suit. Though they took great pains to make sure that no one knew about it.
She wasn't sure how Jason felt about the other young man; she certainly didn't feel comfortable asking him and she really didn't feel comfortable bringing Jason fully into her plans without knowing that.
If he loved him, well Jason would feel it necessary to warn Lex and Genevieve had gotten to a point where she could feel affection for him so she didn't want to have to harm him if he tried to get in her way.
Then it became a moot point.
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She knew it was John, even before the cameras in the house showed her his face, she knew it was him.
She didn't understand why he would hit Jason, didn't understand why Jason didn't put up a bigger fight.
But at least it kept Jason from interfering with her plans.
At least now she could proceed without worrying about where to slot Jason into her plans where he could do the least amount of damage.
And she made sure that her escape plan was fully in place, no sense being trapped if she didn't have to and getting one person out of town unseen… much easier then trying to get two out of town.
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Being dead allowed her to move with a lot more freedom then she would have thought.
She had a number of ID's that were useable and not known to those that were either her friends or her enemies.
She put plans into motion and waited for the outcomes and she searched for Jason.
He was an adult, John couldn't have hid him as easily as he'd been able to hide him as a child. And that monstrous car was more then easy to track.
It took her a few weeks but she finally tracked him to a small town and watched him and the half brother dig up a grave.
She'd never thought grave robbing would be part of his repertoire, though she knew that the things that John had believed had been firmly entrenched into Jason's mind as facts instead of the crazy, insane stories that had been disproved over and over again.
She was wondered if therapy would help when she saw both boys stiffen and the brother, Samuel go off with his gun drawn.
She wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it and at points she still didn't.
She watched and waited and followed after that, not too closely because Jason seemed to have an uncanny ability to realize that he was being followed and losing the subsequent tails.
She saw the things that they hunted, saw Jason lose more and more control as they hunted them and wondered if Jason's loss of control was due to John's death or other, outside influences.
She watched them go back to Smallville to Lex Luthor and lamented not putting a stop to that relationship when she'd had a least a partial chance.
Getting close to Jason would be difficult with the Luthor's still in the mix.
She waited until she the perfect time to approach. After a visit with Lex because Jason would be calmer for a short time after that.
She saw the same articles they did, it didn't take much to figure out what they were looking for when they scanned over multiple papers in the awful diners they frequented.
She positioned herself in the right place at the right time and she waited and when the time came she walked out of the darkness and stared at her son, (she ignored the other one because he wasn't important except as a possible piece of leverage) she didn't wonder if maybe he would shoot her because whatever else she was, she was his mother and he would never lift a hand to harm her.
"You wouldn't really shoot your mother, would you?"