Fic: Stop, Rewind (Supernatural crossover)
Title: Stop, Rewind
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of playing with them.
Characters: John, Cameron, Dean, Sam, OFC
Rating: PG-13
Fandoms: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles/Supernatural
Written For: dhark_charlotte for the sccxovers Fic Exchange
Prompt: #120 - Window
Warnings: violence
Spoilers:TSCC season 2, SPN general series
Summary: All he had ever wanted was to be normal, to be safe, and to just live without the shadow of the future hanging over him day after day.
Author Notes: This took me a lot longer than I thought it would but I finally got it done. I want to thank dhfreak for looking it over for me and for making me the amazing banner that goes with it. Also, I am sorry Charlotte that its taken so long, I would have had it posted last night but I had things to do and haven't been on my computer all day. I hope you enjoy this, I made it extra long because of the time you had to wait.
John knew Cameron was following him. He knew because she let him know, he caught flashes of her as he turned corners or ducked behind buildings. If she hadn’t wanted him to know he wouldn’t have seen her until she was standing in front of him.
Now that she was he had been waiting for it the past two days. Truthfully, he was kind of surprised she had held back at all. He had been expecting her to just drag him back to his mom and Derek.
He knew it was stupid running. Knew that there were things out there that’s main objective was to kill him. He just couldn’t stay. It had gotten to the point where he was just so tired of fighting and running all the time. He didn’t want to be a hero; he didn’t want to be the future leader of the resistance.
All he had ever wanted was to be normal, to be safe, and to just live without the shadow of the future hanging over him day after day.
Maybe even just to have a choice in the first place, to say “No” when they had to pick up their lives again and pack them into suitcases.
His mom was fine with it. She had adapted, because of him, of who he was suppose to be. Sometimes he wondered what her life would have been like if she had never had him. If she would have been safe, happy, not this hard soldier that had raised him. He wanted her to wonder too, for him as much as for herself. Most days though, it was like she saw no other life for him other than the one she was told would be and he couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to dream.
He wanted a future that wasn’t already mapped out for him in battles and deaths.
Painted by blood that he had helped shed.
“So what, now you take me back?” he asked bitterly because there was no way he could beat her. He didn’t want to anymore; it was time that he faced up to the fact that he could never escape. He had been trying for so long to tell himself that they could change it, beat it, create a better future for mankind and for him.
But he had never really believed in it in the first place.
She titled her head looking at him blankly “No.”
He was desperate and he was tired “What?”
She looked slightly confused “You asked me if I was going to take you back, I said no.”
“I get that,” John muttered dragging a hand through hair that wasn’t there anymore. “Why not?”
“Because you don’t want to go.”
John just stared at her. What he had wanted had never mattered to anyone before. Not even her. He had wanted to save that girl but she had stopped him, because it would draw attention to him, put him in danger.
Before he could say anything, call her crap, there was a loud crash from the abandoned building behind them and John instinctively ducked as he heard guns go off. Cameron was at his side in an instant, moving in front of him a gun appearing from out of nowhere into her hand and pointed at the house.
The front door was hanging off its hinges and as the dust cleared around it he could see the figures of two men stumbling out. One was obviously hurt, leaning heavily on the taller of the two and John didn’t even think about the gunshots he had heard. He rushed past Cameron his voice filled with concern “Are you guys okay?”
He could feel Cameron at his back and the two guys got closer looking at him. They wore rough clothes and looked a little worse than what they wore but there was something familiar about the set in their shoulders, the hardness in their eyes.
They were soldiers.
“What are you doing out here?” the short haired man that was hurt rasped out. He shot a panicked look to his companion “Listen kids you gotta get out of here, find some other place to suck faces, we’ll be fine.” He tried to smile but John wasn’t an idiot.
“We can help.” He argued back and it hit him again, the need to rebel, to make his own choices. Everyone was expecting him to be a hero but no one was willing to let him even try. They all wanted him to fall into line but he was suppose to be the one giving out the orders that killed people and calling the shots.
He didn’t want to be but it’s what they kept telling him he was.
He was sick of being torn in two directions.
There was a sudden chill at his back and he saw the men’s eyes widen as something crashed into him tearing the air from his lungs and sending him to the ground hard.
John screamed as he felt sharp nails dig into his flesh and his eyes widened as he watched Cameron’s body ripped into the air by an invisible force and slammed through the window of the house glass raining down on the wooden porch.
He got to his knees and looked horrified up at the woman leaning over him. The first thing he noticed was she was old, so old that her wrinkles had wrinkles and her hair was grey and unwashed.
That’s not what had him horrified though, it was her eyes. They were red.
A cruel smile twisted her lips and her voice was a chilling rasp “Oh, what a lovely boy you are, so much pain, so much…”she licked her lips smacking them hideously “hate.” A thin trail of blood twisted down his arm and she let go to bring her nails coated with his blood to her lips. John’s throat closed sickened at the sight and he gasped for air as he felt his breath ripped from his body when her other hand closed into a fist.
He couldn’t breathe, something was crushing his airway and his hands clutched at the invisible force that was keeping him from breathing.
He stared into her red eyes and felt himself growing weak, felt his body giving out on him. He could feel it creeping up on him for the first time in his life, the passage of time, age bearing down and working its way through his bones.
There was a loud bang and he fell to the ground the force disappearing and oxygen rushing into his lungs. He looked up spots dancing in front of his eyes as the one of the men stood in front of him with a sawed off shotgun leveling it the hag. Her teeth were bared, yellow and razor sharp and the shorter man still clutched his side crimson seeping through his hand as he pointed his own gun at the creature and shoot the sound making John flinch.
Her body jerked back but her red eyes still glared malevolently at the men and her hand gripped at the air curling into a fist. John watched weakly as both of the men fell to their news gasping and a strange light surrounded them.
He tried to stand his throat raw and bruised and his limbs shaking but he couldn’t just watch her kill them. He heard a small crash and turned to see Cameron pulling herself out of the hole where the window had been. He sighed in relief his throat burning and let his body sag as she walked behind the hag and in one swift moment grabbed her neck and twisted a loud crack sounding through the hair.
The light that surrounded the men brightened forcing John to close his eyes and for a moment John couldn’t hear or feel anything. Just as suddenly as it had happened it was gone and John felt Cameron’s hand on his arm her touch gentle as she helped him stand.
He looked at her voice rough “What was that? A demon?”
“No. She was a Hag. They feed off pain and other negative emotions in order to suck at the life of their victims so that they can live longer.” Cameron informed him flatly.
John swallowed every breath painful “Yeah,” his voice was rough “cause that makes perfect sense.” He massaged his throat looking past the fallen body of the creature. Sure they had encountered the supernatural before but mostly it had been a ghost or a haunting, and they had always left if they found one. It wasn’t their problem.
John’s eyes widened as he looked past the Hag and he breathed out roughly forgetting the pain “Cameron, where did those guys go and where did the two kids come from?” On the ground beside the Hag’s body was a small boy cradling a baby to his chest and green eyes filled with pain bore into his.
“She didn’t finish feeding; the energy back lashed and instead of aging them made them younger.” She titled her head as she studied them her face blank.
John could feel the adrenaline fading and his body ached all over. The baby let out a small cry. “I can see that.” He muttered and moved passed keeping his eyes off the body as he kneeled in the ground in front of the boy “Hey buddy,” he tried to smile reassuringly even though he had no clue what he was doing “are you okay?” he could see the blood on the now too big shirt and leather coat and he knew whatever injury the man had gotten had stayed with him now as a child.
The boy shook his head lips pressed together tightly and he bounced the baby slightly in his arms the clothes the man had been wearing now working to swaddle baby him in layer after layer.
“We need to get you to the hospital, will you come with me?”
The boy shook his head and John saw his eyes start to close as the blood loss became too much. Swearing under his breath John managed to pull the baby out of his weak arms as he passed out.
He cradled the now bawling child close and turned desperate eyes to Cameron “We have to help them.” She was now standing beside him and she titled her head before nodding.
“We will,” she reached down and effortlessly lifted the little boy up holding him awkwardly in her arms his head lolling to the side. John stood with the baby in his arms and watched confused as she began to walk towards a black car parked down the street. He switched the baby to one arm and with the other grabbed the two guns up off the ground knowing the importance of hiding evidence.
He jogged to catch up with Cameron voice still sore “We can’t steal a car?”
“We’re not.” She replied calmly reaching the smooth black car and opening the door the lock popping as she broke it through sheer force. She turned to John “It’s theirs, Dean and Sam Winchester, brothers, Hunters, they help you in the future. Fight beside you.”
He watched as she placed the small boy in the back seat surprisingly gentle and asked “So they get changed back?”
She came back with a pair of keys in her hand face still blank, unaffected. “They’re four and six months old right now,” she commented slipping into the driver’s seat. John moved quickly throwing himself in the passenger’s seat and hugging the baby closer rocking him a little as the cries subsided “they get older.”
“Okay.” John breathed out relieved.
~*~
They had made their way to the hotel room Cameron had found out Dean and Sam Winchester had been staying in. On their way there she had relayed little details to him beside their names. Their father and mother were dead, they had no other living relatives, the younger one Sam was being hunted by a demon, and as long as they were this young they would be safe.
John had watched as Cameron had skillfully sewn the nasty wound on the young boys stomach and his gut had twisted at the way she had moved away from him afterwards reminding John once more that she wasn’t real, wasn’t human.
He had held the little boys hand as she had ran out to get supplies for the two young boys, food, clothes, diapers, stuff John had never even thought of as the baby was cradled in one arm and his other hand extended to Dean.
He heard the door close behind him knowing by the lack of breath that is was her. He heard a soft thud as she set the bag she was carrying on the table and with his eyes still locked on the still figure of the sleeping boy he accused softly “You lied to me didn’t you?”
“I lie to you to a lot.” Her voice was soft, directly behind him and he felt her hand rest on his back briefly before slipping away as she came to stand at his side.
He had found the old journal on the table. Had read the entry on the Hag that had been laying open.
John tightened his jaw and he looked up at her eyes hard “They can’t be turned back; whatever was done with them can’t be reversed. You told me they would get older; you told me they fought beside me in the future.” He breathed out harshly the enormity of what was happening sinking in “You lied to me.”
“No, I didn’t.” she denied swiftly “They will get older and they will fight beside you, but no one will know,” her voice was firm “it was one of your orders, that no one know who they are to you, because they would be in danger.”
“Why?” John demanded harshly as he felt the baby stir in his arms.
“Because they’ll call you Dad.”
It felt like the world was crashing down on him and John breathed out raggedly flexing his hand tightly around Dean’s. The little boy was still out, the cut up pill John had found in one of the brother’s bags doing the trick.
He took another breath in and closed his eyes feeling the warmth in his arms and against his hand. He was only seventeen. He was expected to be this great hero, a messiah. Judgment Day was going to come and he was going to lead the Resistance and protect the human race.
It’s what he had been raised to do.
It wasn’t his choice.
This was.
John re-opened his eyes and focused them on Cameron breathing out softly his voice shaky “I can’t go back.”
“I know.”
He tried to smile his throat aching with the motion “We have to leave, we need to keep running.” His mom and Derek wouldn’t understand, not now maybe one day but for now they couldn’t stay here. Judgment Day was still coming and there was still the world of demons out there that didn’t need to know how vulnerable the Winchesters were now.
Assignment:
What would you like to read?: Het., action, unexpected familial ties… hell I’m willing to read a lot as long as it doesn’t squick.
Ratings I want to read: Anything
Are there certain pairing you will like to read: Surprise me.
Suggestions on story setting: Not a clue
Anything you don't want to read?: No slash/fem, no bot pairings (incl Cameron)
Fandoms you want read (at least 5 or more): Btvs, Supernatural, Dark Angel, Being Human, Dr. Who, Firefly/Serenity, Farscape, Highlander (T:SCC is a given)