WIPs
WIP memes are the new black. So, a little bit of all my WIPs in bite sized pieces. Encouragement for any and all of them is welcome. As are, you know, ideas, theories and wishes.
Some Supernatural, some Glee, some Buffy, some crossover, some not.
1.
He startles, asks, “Wha - ?”
“I asked if you have a name, or if I have to keep calling you ‘guy who falls on tombstones’.”
“Dean,” he rasps, not even considering a fake name. She probably saved his life, took him in her home, plans on feeding him. No lies. Just this once, no damn lies.
She gifts him with another one of those smiles and says, “Hi, I’m Buffy!”
“Seriously?” It’s out before he knows it and he’s pretty sure that too much alone-time has screwed with his brain-mouth filter. He’ll blame it on the drugs. She giggles and rolls her eyes (heard that before, buddy), before slinging a plate filled to capacity across the table at him. She takes the other chair, hands him a fork and says, “Dig in. You need to eat something or those pills will burn a hole in you.”
2.
One night, after Finn offers to drive Rachel home after pizza and a movie, Sarah sneaks into the kitchen way past her bedtime and makes Puck lift her on the counter. Their mother hangs in the doorway, waiting. Sarah told her she needs to tell Noah something and her expression was solemn. (She learned that word from Rachel and uses it too much.)
“I like when you make music with Rachel and Finn,” she tells him in her secret-voice. “It sounds so pretty.”
He thinks that might mean something and then looks funny at his glass of coke because, seriously, did someone slip him something? When the hell did he grow a vagina?
3.
It starts perfectly innocently.
No wait, it doesn’t.
It starts with his ten-year-old sister, her ten-year-old (and helluva pecocious) best friend and his seven-year-old cousin (who is a total and utter shit, which makes him sort of proud most of the time, but. Not. Today). They’re all racing each other around the house, screeching at the top of their over-developed little lungs, giving the neighbors sore ears.
And don’t even get him started on his own fucking ears, thanks a lot. He can hear them from the street.
4.
“Is this…?”
Dad nods and Mom says, “It’s from you birth parents, honey. We decided you’re old enough to have this.”
Elle swallows, blinks back tears and sets the DVD down very, very carefully. She doesn’t want to scratch it or anything. These things are fragile and she really needs this one to not break because… her parents. The people who made her.
She’s been asking about them for months and suddenly…. She smiles at her parents before launching herself at them. They wrap her up in a hug and she inhales deeply. Mom smells like her perfume, lilies and something else, and Dad smells like he spent the morning in the garage, which he probably did, digging up that player.
“Thanks,” she says.
5.
He let himself be jerked to the side by the slayer who had a hold of his collar, the jolt not really registering as a strange feeling of vertigo hit him. He was only peripherally aware of Buffy latching onto his brother’s hand before everything started going fuzzy and real colorful. Both his companions were cursing up a blue streak by now, but all he heard was a strange rushing sound, like his ears were rapidly filling with water.
His last thought was a completely random memory of the first time Dean had told him that he wasn’t allowed to go around willy-nilly touching everything in sight. He’d been six and just cut himself on their dad’s favorite machete because he’d been looking with his fingers again.
Then he hit the ground hard and didn’t think at all anymore for one, glaringly painful moment.
6.
“Ahem,” Dean coughed none too covertly, bouncing on the heels of his feet, hands in pockets, trying to pretend his gunshot wound wasn’t killing him. Had to, though. Victor had been shot in the arm a few times (two, to be exact, both the kind of fun he could live without) and the feeling wasn’t one he was going to forget soon.
Sam mirrored his brother’s pose, minus the bouncing, plus some mild head tilting.
They were waiting for Victor to kick them out, to tell them to go and enjoy their lives as dead fugitives. But at the same time, they apparently felt bad about leaving him to try and feed his superiors a pile of steaming hot BS.
Nancy and Amici stood a few feet off, looking like they’d been kicked out of the church choir. All waiting for him to tell them what to do.
Awk-ward.
7.
He once tells her that this is as close to a relationship as he’s ever come (because Sam isn’t a relationship, he’s simply Dean’s brother and that kind of makes him everything) and she laughs and asks if that makes her his girlfriend.
Instead of running the other way and possibly burning his phone, he laughs out loud, head thrown back. “Wanna go with me to prom?”
“You just wanna have sex in the back of your car,” she retorts, deadpan.
“Of course.”
8.
It’s a sort of family legend, what happened a few days before Dee was born.
Mary and John were out shopping for last minute baby supplies because Mary was feeling too restless to sit around at home and wait for little Dean to come out and play. Or so the story goes. Sam hasn’t actually heard it all that often, usually either from Dee when he was still a kid, or later a time or two from their father when the man was drunk and mellow.
They were happily ambling down the sidewalk, Mommy, Daddy and Baby Bulk, when a man in a trench coat suddenly bumped into a pregnant Mary and sent her stumbling. He caught her at the last minute, one hand on her stomach.
She tried pulling back from the strange guy groping her baby, but he stepped back first, hands falling to his sides. He apologized for running into her and then said, “You are going to have a beautiful daughter.”
9.
Listen: This is the life of Joanna-Beth Harvelle.
Only not because really, her name is Jo. Mom named her after her own mother and her Da found the name horrible, so he shortened it beyond recognition. Or so she’s told.
She’s Jo.
And this is her life.
Some Supernatural, some Glee, some Buffy, some crossover, some not.
1.
He startles, asks, “Wha - ?”
“I asked if you have a name, or if I have to keep calling you ‘guy who falls on tombstones’.”
“Dean,” he rasps, not even considering a fake name. She probably saved his life, took him in her home, plans on feeding him. No lies. Just this once, no damn lies.
She gifts him with another one of those smiles and says, “Hi, I’m Buffy!”
“Seriously?” It’s out before he knows it and he’s pretty sure that too much alone-time has screwed with his brain-mouth filter. He’ll blame it on the drugs. She giggles and rolls her eyes (heard that before, buddy), before slinging a plate filled to capacity across the table at him. She takes the other chair, hands him a fork and says, “Dig in. You need to eat something or those pills will burn a hole in you.”
2.
One night, after Finn offers to drive Rachel home after pizza and a movie, Sarah sneaks into the kitchen way past her bedtime and makes Puck lift her on the counter. Their mother hangs in the doorway, waiting. Sarah told her she needs to tell Noah something and her expression was solemn. (She learned that word from Rachel and uses it too much.)
“I like when you make music with Rachel and Finn,” she tells him in her secret-voice. “It sounds so pretty.”
He thinks that might mean something and then looks funny at his glass of coke because, seriously, did someone slip him something? When the hell did he grow a vagina?
3.
It starts perfectly innocently.
No wait, it doesn’t.
It starts with his ten-year-old sister, her ten-year-old (and helluva pecocious) best friend and his seven-year-old cousin (who is a total and utter shit, which makes him sort of proud most of the time, but. Not. Today). They’re all racing each other around the house, screeching at the top of their over-developed little lungs, giving the neighbors sore ears.
And don’t even get him started on his own fucking ears, thanks a lot. He can hear them from the street.
4.
“Is this…?”
Dad nods and Mom says, “It’s from you birth parents, honey. We decided you’re old enough to have this.”
Elle swallows, blinks back tears and sets the DVD down very, very carefully. She doesn’t want to scratch it or anything. These things are fragile and she really needs this one to not break because… her parents. The people who made her.
She’s been asking about them for months and suddenly…. She smiles at her parents before launching herself at them. They wrap her up in a hug and she inhales deeply. Mom smells like her perfume, lilies and something else, and Dad smells like he spent the morning in the garage, which he probably did, digging up that player.
“Thanks,” she says.
5.
He let himself be jerked to the side by the slayer who had a hold of his collar, the jolt not really registering as a strange feeling of vertigo hit him. He was only peripherally aware of Buffy latching onto his brother’s hand before everything started going fuzzy and real colorful. Both his companions were cursing up a blue streak by now, but all he heard was a strange rushing sound, like his ears were rapidly filling with water.
His last thought was a completely random memory of the first time Dean had told him that he wasn’t allowed to go around willy-nilly touching everything in sight. He’d been six and just cut himself on their dad’s favorite machete because he’d been looking with his fingers again.
Then he hit the ground hard and didn’t think at all anymore for one, glaringly painful moment.
6.
“Ahem,” Dean coughed none too covertly, bouncing on the heels of his feet, hands in pockets, trying to pretend his gunshot wound wasn’t killing him. Had to, though. Victor had been shot in the arm a few times (two, to be exact, both the kind of fun he could live without) and the feeling wasn’t one he was going to forget soon.
Sam mirrored his brother’s pose, minus the bouncing, plus some mild head tilting.
They were waiting for Victor to kick them out, to tell them to go and enjoy their lives as dead fugitives. But at the same time, they apparently felt bad about leaving him to try and feed his superiors a pile of steaming hot BS.
Nancy and Amici stood a few feet off, looking like they’d been kicked out of the church choir. All waiting for him to tell them what to do.
Awk-ward.
7.
He once tells her that this is as close to a relationship as he’s ever come (because Sam isn’t a relationship, he’s simply Dean’s brother and that kind of makes him everything) and she laughs and asks if that makes her his girlfriend.
Instead of running the other way and possibly burning his phone, he laughs out loud, head thrown back. “Wanna go with me to prom?”
“You just wanna have sex in the back of your car,” she retorts, deadpan.
“Of course.”
8.
It’s a sort of family legend, what happened a few days before Dee was born.
Mary and John were out shopping for last minute baby supplies because Mary was feeling too restless to sit around at home and wait for little Dean to come out and play. Or so the story goes. Sam hasn’t actually heard it all that often, usually either from Dee when he was still a kid, or later a time or two from their father when the man was drunk and mellow.
They were happily ambling down the sidewalk, Mommy, Daddy and Baby Bulk, when a man in a trench coat suddenly bumped into a pregnant Mary and sent her stumbling. He caught her at the last minute, one hand on her stomach.
She tried pulling back from the strange guy groping her baby, but he stepped back first, hands falling to his sides. He apologized for running into her and then said, “You are going to have a beautiful daughter.”
9.
Listen: This is the life of Joanna-Beth Harvelle.
Only not because really, her name is Jo. Mom named her after her own mother and her Da found the name horrible, so he shortened it beyond recognition. Or so she’s told.
She’s Jo.
And this is her life.