Fic: Where No One Knows My Name
Title: Where No One Knows My Name
Author: mummyluvr314
Rating: PG-13
Fandoms: Lost/Dexter/Supernatural/Being Human
Warnings: Slight spoilers for Lost (season 6), Dexter (season 1), Supernatural (season 5), and US Being Human
Summary: His name was Jacob, but Rita knew him as Paul. Lucifer called him Nick. He told Neil to call him James.
A/N: I think I actually found a way to make a four-way crossover here. Timeline’s a bit sketchy, I guess. But at least I wrote it so it can stop keeping me up at night, huh?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Lost or Supernatural or Dexter or Being Human. Did you really think I did?
He was standing at the threshold of something. Sand shifted under his feet, waves lapped at his ankles, and he looked out over the ocean and the sturdy raft he’d built. He was standing at the threshold of something bigger than even he could comprehend, and it scared him. It scared him more than the feeling of that cold metal cup in his hand filled with his mother’s blood as she told him to drink. It scared him more than the demon that plagued his home, than the numbers and the names that he’d had to cross off. It scared him more than the stake that didn’t quite reach his heart, the brightly burning fire in his sanctum, his supposed death.
Richard and Illana could handle it. He was sure of that. Sure that the fledglings could manage. There were more important things in the world than his home and the demon he’d made. There was Rita, pregnant with their second child when she’d boarded the ship and left the island for good. It was high time he got back to his family.
Taking one last breath of fresh island air, Jacob boarded the boat.
-.-
He’d told her his name was Paul. He’d never really lied before, and it had sent a thrill of excitement up his spine. He’d told her his name was Paul and she had believed him. She believed him to be a Dharma medic that had stayed behind, believed that he had started doing drugs around the time the lifeboat had washed up on the shore. She glared at each survivor that he touched, and recoiled when he laid those same hands on her.
Jacob hadn’t known what she’d wanted or needed, and Rita had left. She had taken their children and boarded one of the final ships out.
She had moved on.
His name was Dexter and Jacob didn’t like him. He looked wrong and spoke wrong and smelled strongly of blood. The blood wasn’t his own.
Dexter wasn’t like him, and that was what concerned Jacob the most. At least he had a reason to reek of blood. He needed it. Rita’s new beau did not.
He tried to save her. He did. But he’d been away too long and had lost sight of how corrupt people had truly become. The demon had been right. They destroyed everything. Dexter tried to destroy him.
He almost succeeded.
-.-
His cellmate was a man named Perry. Neil Aidan Perry. He was a quiet, whimpering, scared little thing. Jacob asked to be called James, and Neil didn’t seem to care. Didn’t seem to hear.
The boy had nightmares. He screamed in his sleep about heads and ice and the police. Sometimes he whispered a name that sounded like “Dexter” and Jacob felt sorry for him, wanted to help him.
Neil opened up after three weeks. He said he wanted to be famous. Immortal. To live forever in the minds of the public and to grace their records for eternity. Jacob said, “I can do that.”
The fledgling reminded him of Richard at first, terrified of his gift and all that it meant. Scared of himself. Scared of Jacob.
They killed a man in the shower. They fed when no one was looking, made it look like the attack it was. Blood swirled down the drain and Neil smiled at him for the first time and some horrible weight lifted from his shoulders.
It didn’t take long to fake their deaths and escape, dragged in body bags from the prison and into an unsuspecting world. They made themselves famous, though no one knew their names.
In the air, something was building. It was the same thing Jacob had felt on the island, and it wasn’t long before the feeling was strong enough that he had to return. He left Neil with instructions to go to Boston, to wait for him there. He had some business to tend to.
-.-
Richard had shirked his responsibilities. Illana was dead. The demon was winning until Jacob returned. He singled out Hurley and Jack, hedging his bets on the latter and losing.
It didn’t matter. He was well on his way to Boston by the time the final battle took place.
-.-
Rita was dead. Jacob was in Delaware when he heard the news. His mind flashed back to Dexter, to the blank face and the sickly sweet smell and the treachery. He thought about Dexter and the scent that hung around him like perfume, and he got hungry. He got hungry and he got dangerous.
The green house on the corner thrummed with life, and Jacob didn’t give a second thought to slipping in through an open window and sampling the homeowners’ buffet.
He killed the infant outright, stifling its cries and breaking its neck. The mother heard something and ran in as he was licking his fingers clean. She died in the doorway. The man was killed in his bed, woken by the pinprick of deadly fangs slipping into his flesh.
Jacob cleaned the house at dawn, digging a shallow grave in the back garden and dumping what was left of the bodies there before venturing back into the house. The bed smelled of death and was more welcoming than any mat on any dusty cave floor could ever be. He slept for a week.
When he finally woke, he was covered in blood and the woman was lying beside him. She called him Nick and smiled.
For a moment he wondered if he’d made a mistake. But he blinked and she disappeared, so he thought nothing else of it. It wasn’t unusual to see blood everywhere. It was a craving. He just needed more sleep.
The woman woke him up. She was standing by the window, smiling down at him. She called him Nick and vowed revenge on the man that had destroyed his family. She radiated power that stood the hairs up on his arms and made his heart beat rapidly in his chest. She would find a way to kill Dexter. She would make the monster pay.
Jacob said yes.
-.-
Her name was Lucifer and she was not a person. She was an angel. She did not kill Dexter, but she did kill many others.
She relished his body more than she let the boy named Sam know. She enjoyed the fangs and the easy access they gave her to the blood she needed to keep herself contained. She laughed at the way Jacob bristled upon meeting War for the first time, respected him for holding out against the demon for so long.
She stopped feeding a month before her journey to Detroit, letting her light split his skin and threaten to tear him apart. She said it didn’t matter. She said he was immortal. She said they could wait forever, but they didn’t have to.
Sam said yes.
-.-
Jacob woke in an abandoned room. There were two corpses lying with him, and he drained them immediately. He was dizzy, starving, alone. He was still alive, which meant she’d failed.
Lucifer had failed and Sam had won and the world wasn’t going to end.
Neil was still waiting for him in Boston.
It took weeks to regain his strength, more time to travel from Michigan to Massachusetts, but he finally made it. He made it to Boston and began his search.
Neil was easy to find. He smelled of blood and shame and the same crushing loneliness that Jacob had spent most of his own life trying to fight. He found his fledgling sitting on a bench in a park, staring off into space.
“Hello, Neil.”
The boy looked up at him with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open. “You came back.”
“I said I would, and I always keep my word.” He sat down beside the younger man and smiled. “How have you been?”
Neil shrugged. “Ok, I guess. Going by Aidan now.” He glanced sideways, eyes trailing across the healing burns on Jacob’s face. “Where’d you go, James?”
“Away. I had some things to take care of. Now that’s done, though, now that all of that’s finally done, I can stay here. With you. If you’d like that.”
“I would. It’s been lonely.”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
Aidan smiled, lips pulling back as his fags descended, a perfect shark’s grin. “Good. When do we start?”
Jacob reached over and patted his fledgling’s knee. “Tonight. I have things to settle in town, a life to make. I’m thinking of joining the police force and bringing justice to the world.” He stood, stretching sore muscles as hunger gnawed at him. “Officer James Bishop. What do you think, Aidan?”
The fledgling clamored to his feet and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with his creator, beaming at Jacob’s return. “I like it. Seems noble.”
“It is,” Jacob said. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and started walking, turning back and flashing a smile at the younger vampire. “Come with me, Aidan.”
And he did.
Author: mummyluvr314
Rating: PG-13
Fandoms: Lost/Dexter/Supernatural/Being Human
Warnings: Slight spoilers for Lost (season 6), Dexter (season 1), Supernatural (season 5), and US Being Human
Summary: His name was Jacob, but Rita knew him as Paul. Lucifer called him Nick. He told Neil to call him James.
A/N: I think I actually found a way to make a four-way crossover here. Timeline’s a bit sketchy, I guess. But at least I wrote it so it can stop keeping me up at night, huh?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Lost or Supernatural or Dexter or Being Human. Did you really think I did?
He was standing at the threshold of something. Sand shifted under his feet, waves lapped at his ankles, and he looked out over the ocean and the sturdy raft he’d built. He was standing at the threshold of something bigger than even he could comprehend, and it scared him. It scared him more than the feeling of that cold metal cup in his hand filled with his mother’s blood as she told him to drink. It scared him more than the demon that plagued his home, than the numbers and the names that he’d had to cross off. It scared him more than the stake that didn’t quite reach his heart, the brightly burning fire in his sanctum, his supposed death.
Richard and Illana could handle it. He was sure of that. Sure that the fledglings could manage. There were more important things in the world than his home and the demon he’d made. There was Rita, pregnant with their second child when she’d boarded the ship and left the island for good. It was high time he got back to his family.
Taking one last breath of fresh island air, Jacob boarded the boat.
-.-
He’d told her his name was Paul. He’d never really lied before, and it had sent a thrill of excitement up his spine. He’d told her his name was Paul and she had believed him. She believed him to be a Dharma medic that had stayed behind, believed that he had started doing drugs around the time the lifeboat had washed up on the shore. She glared at each survivor that he touched, and recoiled when he laid those same hands on her.
Jacob hadn’t known what she’d wanted or needed, and Rita had left. She had taken their children and boarded one of the final ships out.
She had moved on.
His name was Dexter and Jacob didn’t like him. He looked wrong and spoke wrong and smelled strongly of blood. The blood wasn’t his own.
Dexter wasn’t like him, and that was what concerned Jacob the most. At least he had a reason to reek of blood. He needed it. Rita’s new beau did not.
He tried to save her. He did. But he’d been away too long and had lost sight of how corrupt people had truly become. The demon had been right. They destroyed everything. Dexter tried to destroy him.
He almost succeeded.
-.-
His cellmate was a man named Perry. Neil Aidan Perry. He was a quiet, whimpering, scared little thing. Jacob asked to be called James, and Neil didn’t seem to care. Didn’t seem to hear.
The boy had nightmares. He screamed in his sleep about heads and ice and the police. Sometimes he whispered a name that sounded like “Dexter” and Jacob felt sorry for him, wanted to help him.
Neil opened up after three weeks. He said he wanted to be famous. Immortal. To live forever in the minds of the public and to grace their records for eternity. Jacob said, “I can do that.”
The fledgling reminded him of Richard at first, terrified of his gift and all that it meant. Scared of himself. Scared of Jacob.
They killed a man in the shower. They fed when no one was looking, made it look like the attack it was. Blood swirled down the drain and Neil smiled at him for the first time and some horrible weight lifted from his shoulders.
It didn’t take long to fake their deaths and escape, dragged in body bags from the prison and into an unsuspecting world. They made themselves famous, though no one knew their names.
In the air, something was building. It was the same thing Jacob had felt on the island, and it wasn’t long before the feeling was strong enough that he had to return. He left Neil with instructions to go to Boston, to wait for him there. He had some business to tend to.
-.-
Richard had shirked his responsibilities. Illana was dead. The demon was winning until Jacob returned. He singled out Hurley and Jack, hedging his bets on the latter and losing.
It didn’t matter. He was well on his way to Boston by the time the final battle took place.
-.-
Rita was dead. Jacob was in Delaware when he heard the news. His mind flashed back to Dexter, to the blank face and the sickly sweet smell and the treachery. He thought about Dexter and the scent that hung around him like perfume, and he got hungry. He got hungry and he got dangerous.
The green house on the corner thrummed with life, and Jacob didn’t give a second thought to slipping in through an open window and sampling the homeowners’ buffet.
He killed the infant outright, stifling its cries and breaking its neck. The mother heard something and ran in as he was licking his fingers clean. She died in the doorway. The man was killed in his bed, woken by the pinprick of deadly fangs slipping into his flesh.
Jacob cleaned the house at dawn, digging a shallow grave in the back garden and dumping what was left of the bodies there before venturing back into the house. The bed smelled of death and was more welcoming than any mat on any dusty cave floor could ever be. He slept for a week.
When he finally woke, he was covered in blood and the woman was lying beside him. She called him Nick and smiled.
For a moment he wondered if he’d made a mistake. But he blinked and she disappeared, so he thought nothing else of it. It wasn’t unusual to see blood everywhere. It was a craving. He just needed more sleep.
The woman woke him up. She was standing by the window, smiling down at him. She called him Nick and vowed revenge on the man that had destroyed his family. She radiated power that stood the hairs up on his arms and made his heart beat rapidly in his chest. She would find a way to kill Dexter. She would make the monster pay.
Jacob said yes.
-.-
Her name was Lucifer and she was not a person. She was an angel. She did not kill Dexter, but she did kill many others.
She relished his body more than she let the boy named Sam know. She enjoyed the fangs and the easy access they gave her to the blood she needed to keep herself contained. She laughed at the way Jacob bristled upon meeting War for the first time, respected him for holding out against the demon for so long.
She stopped feeding a month before her journey to Detroit, letting her light split his skin and threaten to tear him apart. She said it didn’t matter. She said he was immortal. She said they could wait forever, but they didn’t have to.
Sam said yes.
-.-
Jacob woke in an abandoned room. There were two corpses lying with him, and he drained them immediately. He was dizzy, starving, alone. He was still alive, which meant she’d failed.
Lucifer had failed and Sam had won and the world wasn’t going to end.
Neil was still waiting for him in Boston.
It took weeks to regain his strength, more time to travel from Michigan to Massachusetts, but he finally made it. He made it to Boston and began his search.
Neil was easy to find. He smelled of blood and shame and the same crushing loneliness that Jacob had spent most of his own life trying to fight. He found his fledgling sitting on a bench in a park, staring off into space.
“Hello, Neil.”
The boy looked up at him with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open. “You came back.”
“I said I would, and I always keep my word.” He sat down beside the younger man and smiled. “How have you been?”
Neil shrugged. “Ok, I guess. Going by Aidan now.” He glanced sideways, eyes trailing across the healing burns on Jacob’s face. “Where’d you go, James?”
“Away. I had some things to take care of. Now that’s done, though, now that all of that’s finally done, I can stay here. With you. If you’d like that.”
“I would. It’s been lonely.”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
Aidan smiled, lips pulling back as his fags descended, a perfect shark’s grin. “Good. When do we start?”
Jacob reached over and patted his fledgling’s knee. “Tonight. I have things to settle in town, a life to make. I’m thinking of joining the police force and bringing justice to the world.” He stood, stretching sore muscles as hunger gnawed at him. “Officer James Bishop. What do you think, Aidan?”
The fledgling clamored to his feet and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with his creator, beaming at Jacob’s return. “I like it. Seems noble.”
“It is,” Jacob said. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and started walking, turning back and flashing a smile at the younger vampire. “Come with me, Aidan.”
And he did.