talking tactics - sam/ava - 100_prompts - (tactile)
title: talking tactics
fandom: supernatural
pairing: sam/ava
prompt: tactile - Table B (30-B) for 100_prompts
summary: Sam uncovers a reason to trust Ava.
rating: PG.
word count: 485
warnings/spoilers: none really ;)
a/n: An AU/Supernatural fic set in a world where the Croatian virus has mutated and spread, mainly original characters/storylines apart from the inclusion of the virus and Sam Winchester. Set post-season 3 after Dean's death.
disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. This is purely written for entertainment only.
Talking Tactics
Sam clung to the door handle of Ava’s humvee for dear life, she drove like a maniac. “You’re not a demon?” He asked for the millionth time as she carelessly drifted her car into the middle of the road.
“No.” Ava kept her eyes ahead of her.
“Witch?” Sam guessed.
“No.”
“Spirit?”
“No.” Ava spun the wheel of her army green humvee and took a harsh left off the highway.
“What are you?”
“I survived.” Ava answered blankly.
Sam couldn’t figure her out. She was like a stone; blank, bored, unassuming; he was waiting for her to sprout wings or grow claws; but so far all she’d done was drive. “Where are we going?”
“Away from the infection.”
“Right, you said the Croatoan virus broke out?” Sam couldn’t get his head around that; he’d just been in a public area with hundreds of healthy, uninfected people. “How do you know that? How do you know me? How did you know about my brother?”
“How does anyone know anything?”
“Don’t be vague; just answer me!”
“I saw it.” Ava said stiffly. “I saw people turn into them.”
She was emotionless as she spoke; it unnerved Sam. “How did you get out?”
“I ran.” She replied, swinging a tight right and heading up a barely visible track over a cliff-side. “You have to shoot them in the head. Their blood turns you into a killer-”
“Yeah; takes three or four hours to take effect, I know.” For the first time, he saw emotion on her face, curiosity perhaps, or scepticism.
“Right... you’re immune...” She muttered, her face unchanging even though the car was bouncing all over the potholes in the road.
How does she know that? How does she know any of this? “Stop the damn car!” Sam burst out.
“No.”
Sam swiftly pulled his pistol from his inner pocket and aimed it at Ava’s temple. “Now.”
Without looking at him, Ava slowed down her mammoth car until it came to a stop and pulled the handbrake back. “I don’t know how I know.” Ava anticipated his question. “I just know.”
“That’s not good enough.” Sam snapped. “You seem to know everything about me; how? Why? Who are you?”
Her narrow eyes turned to him. “I don’t know.” She said. “I don’t know what I am, if anything. I haven’t known for a long time.
Sam scrunched his eyebrows together. “What the hell does that mean?”
“May 2nd, 2008.” She recited. “What does that day mean to you?”
Sam’s face softened, only slightly, because the memory of that date caused him too much pain to focus on anything else. “It’s the day my brother died.” He said through a tight throat. Yet another thing Ava seemed to know. “What does it mean to you?”
Ava shifted the car into gear and headed off again up the incline. “It’s the day I woke up and wasn’t crazy anymore.”
xxx
fandom: supernatural
pairing: sam/ava
prompt: tactile - Table B (30-B) for 100_prompts
summary: Sam uncovers a reason to trust Ava.
rating: PG.
word count: 485
warnings/spoilers: none really ;)
a/n: An AU/Supernatural fic set in a world where the Croatian virus has mutated and spread, mainly original characters/storylines apart from the inclusion of the virus and Sam Winchester. Set post-season 3 after Dean's death.
disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. This is purely written for entertainment only.
Talking Tactics
Sam clung to the door handle of Ava’s humvee for dear life, she drove like a maniac. “You’re not a demon?” He asked for the millionth time as she carelessly drifted her car into the middle of the road.
“No.” Ava kept her eyes ahead of her.
“Witch?” Sam guessed.
“No.”
“Spirit?”
“No.” Ava spun the wheel of her army green humvee and took a harsh left off the highway.
“What are you?”
“I survived.” Ava answered blankly.
Sam couldn’t figure her out. She was like a stone; blank, bored, unassuming; he was waiting for her to sprout wings or grow claws; but so far all she’d done was drive. “Where are we going?”
“Away from the infection.”
“Right, you said the Croatoan virus broke out?” Sam couldn’t get his head around that; he’d just been in a public area with hundreds of healthy, uninfected people. “How do you know that? How do you know me? How did you know about my brother?”
“How does anyone know anything?”
“Don’t be vague; just answer me!”
“I saw it.” Ava said stiffly. “I saw people turn into them.”
She was emotionless as she spoke; it unnerved Sam. “How did you get out?”
“I ran.” She replied, swinging a tight right and heading up a barely visible track over a cliff-side. “You have to shoot them in the head. Their blood turns you into a killer-”
“Yeah; takes three or four hours to take effect, I know.” For the first time, he saw emotion on her face, curiosity perhaps, or scepticism.
“Right... you’re immune...” She muttered, her face unchanging even though the car was bouncing all over the potholes in the road.
How does she know that? How does she know any of this? “Stop the damn car!” Sam burst out.
“No.”
Sam swiftly pulled his pistol from his inner pocket and aimed it at Ava’s temple. “Now.”
Without looking at him, Ava slowed down her mammoth car until it came to a stop and pulled the handbrake back. “I don’t know how I know.” Ava anticipated his question. “I just know.”
“That’s not good enough.” Sam snapped. “You seem to know everything about me; how? Why? Who are you?”
Her narrow eyes turned to him. “I don’t know.” She said. “I don’t know what I am, if anything. I haven’t known for a long time.
Sam scrunched his eyebrows together. “What the hell does that mean?”
“May 2nd, 2008.” She recited. “What does that day mean to you?”
Sam’s face softened, only slightly, because the memory of that date caused him too much pain to focus on anything else. “It’s the day my brother died.” He said through a tight throat. Yet another thing Ava seemed to know. “What does it mean to you?”
Ava shifted the car into gear and headed off again up the incline. “It’s the day I woke up and wasn’t crazy anymore.”
xxx