Fic: Just Desserts -- A Librarian Fic
Fic: Just Desserts -- A librarian fic (1/1)
Story by: Pen37
This is a story set the librarian universe by
divas_lament
Summary: Bela Talbot respects her adversaries. Especially Chloe Sullivan
Author: pen37
Beta:
divas_lament
Fandom: Supernatural/Smallville
Classification: Gen
Characters: Bela Talbot, Chloe Sullivan, Lex Luthor
pairings: None
Rating: G
Written for the Crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #86 Cold. The table is here.
Bela didn't trust the spirit board when it came to Chloe Sullivan. She had no idea how - but the girl had some very powerful spirits looking out for her. Spirits who simply wouldn't give Bela any information on the blonde librarian.
Until Sullivan disappeared.
After a very profitable week in which Sullivan failed to make an appearance to checkmate any of Bela's carefully plotted moves, the mercenary became concerned. Had the librarian gone into hiding like the Winchesters, or had something more sinister befallen her?
When Bela pulled out the talky board, the spirits who normally kept a stiff upper lip about Sullivan were suddenly chattering like magpies.
What they had to say wasn't pleasant. Not at all. And while Bela and Sullivan were rivals - the mercenary thought of the librarian as a worthy opponent.
For one thing, she didn't get distracted by an ample bosom like a certain pair of hunters she could name. For another, she put together patterns quickly enough to make Bela work for every prize. So when Bela actually did win a round, that made the victory that much sweeter. In her opinion, the world would be a duller place without people like Chloe Sullivan in it.
So she passed on any information she could get to Bobby Singer.
Later, when they found Sullivan with amnesia, the old hunter returned the favor with the culprit's name: Lex Luthor.
Since the Winchesters were off the radar, and Sullivan's code of honor forbade her from taking the most direct action with Luthor, Bela decided that revenge-by-proxy would be very satisfying indeed.
The spirits on the talky board had a handful of creative suggestions for what to do about Luthor. He may have hidden the bodies well, but spirits could be terribly spiteful. And the longer they hung about, the more creative their revenge tactics would be.
John Winchester didn't have the market cornered on supernatural-laden storage chambers. Bela kept a locker in the basement of her home. There she found an item in a curse box that would serve her purposes.
It was a ring that she'd picked up in a junk jewelry store a few years ago. The research that she'd sussed out indicated that everyone who'd ever worn the thing had been cursed to a life of unfulfillable longing. Of always having a clarity of vision. Of striving for that vision. And of always falling short of the mark.
She hadn't had a buyer for the item at the time. But she'd picked it up anyway. One never knew when they would encounter someone who might need something just like this. Now, she was certain that the profit she'd lose by putting this item into play would be offset by the personal satisfaction in knowing that an evil little worm like Lex Luthor would pay dearly for his actions.
Once she selected the item, she was careful to handle it with kitchen tongues and elbow-length barbecue mitts. She took it upstairs, and dropped the box into a Fed Ex package.
Then she called an antiques dealer that she'd worked with in the past whenever she needed certain artifacts to come into the possession of certain hands. The story they concocted would guarantee that the ring went straight to Luthor's hands: Some codswaddle about Alexander the Great, with fake provinces, dubious certificates of authenticity, and other illicit documents to back up the story.
Once the item was in the mail, Bela smiled in satisfaction. Chloe Sullivan would never know what Bela had done for her, and that was the way the mercenary preferred it. She didn't want to be known for having a softer side any more than she liked being in anyone's debt.
Besides, the idea that Lex Luthor would forever look back on his life and wonder where he went wrong would give Bela a warm happy feeling for many nights to come.
Story by: Pen37
This is a story set the librarian universe by
divas_lament
Summary: Bela Talbot respects her adversaries. Especially Chloe Sullivan
Author: pen37
Beta:
divas_lament
Fandom: Supernatural/Smallville
Classification: Gen
Characters: Bela Talbot, Chloe Sullivan, Lex Luthor
pairings: None
Rating: G
Written for the Crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #86 Cold. The table is here.
Bela didn't trust the spirit board when it came to Chloe Sullivan. She had no idea how - but the girl had some very powerful spirits looking out for her. Spirits who simply wouldn't give Bela any information on the blonde librarian.
Until Sullivan disappeared.
After a very profitable week in which Sullivan failed to make an appearance to checkmate any of Bela's carefully plotted moves, the mercenary became concerned. Had the librarian gone into hiding like the Winchesters, or had something more sinister befallen her?
When Bela pulled out the talky board, the spirits who normally kept a stiff upper lip about Sullivan were suddenly chattering like magpies.
What they had to say wasn't pleasant. Not at all. And while Bela and Sullivan were rivals - the mercenary thought of the librarian as a worthy opponent.
For one thing, she didn't get distracted by an ample bosom like a certain pair of hunters she could name. For another, she put together patterns quickly enough to make Bela work for every prize. So when Bela actually did win a round, that made the victory that much sweeter. In her opinion, the world would be a duller place without people like Chloe Sullivan in it.
So she passed on any information she could get to Bobby Singer.
Later, when they found Sullivan with amnesia, the old hunter returned the favor with the culprit's name: Lex Luthor.
Since the Winchesters were off the radar, and Sullivan's code of honor forbade her from taking the most direct action with Luthor, Bela decided that revenge-by-proxy would be very satisfying indeed.
The spirits on the talky board had a handful of creative suggestions for what to do about Luthor. He may have hidden the bodies well, but spirits could be terribly spiteful. And the longer they hung about, the more creative their revenge tactics would be.
John Winchester didn't have the market cornered on supernatural-laden storage chambers. Bela kept a locker in the basement of her home. There she found an item in a curse box that would serve her purposes.
It was a ring that she'd picked up in a junk jewelry store a few years ago. The research that she'd sussed out indicated that everyone who'd ever worn the thing had been cursed to a life of unfulfillable longing. Of always having a clarity of vision. Of striving for that vision. And of always falling short of the mark.
She hadn't had a buyer for the item at the time. But she'd picked it up anyway. One never knew when they would encounter someone who might need something just like this. Now, she was certain that the profit she'd lose by putting this item into play would be offset by the personal satisfaction in knowing that an evil little worm like Lex Luthor would pay dearly for his actions.
Once she selected the item, she was careful to handle it with kitchen tongues and elbow-length barbecue mitts. She took it upstairs, and dropped the box into a Fed Ex package.
Then she called an antiques dealer that she'd worked with in the past whenever she needed certain artifacts to come into the possession of certain hands. The story they concocted would guarantee that the ring went straight to Luthor's hands: Some codswaddle about Alexander the Great, with fake provinces, dubious certificates of authenticity, and other illicit documents to back up the story.
Once the item was in the mail, Bela smiled in satisfaction. Chloe Sullivan would never know what Bela had done for her, and that was the way the mercenary preferred it. She didn't want to be known for having a softer side any more than she liked being in anyone's debt.
Besides, the idea that Lex Luthor would forever look back on his life and wonder where he went wrong would give Bela a warm happy feeling for many nights to come.