PG, SPN ficlet: Well, possession is 9/10ths of the law . . .
I started out trying to do one thing, but accomplishing something else entirely differently. So it goes, right? This is the first time I've written a SPN fic without the Winchesters in it, so it's sort of a first for me, but a good first. I had a lot of fun with the idea and hope you all enjoy it.
Written for spn_xx's Women of Supernatural Challenge Prompt #1. A little late. Sorry.
Title: Well, possession is 9/10ths of the law . . .
Author: spiritofkt
Rating: PG
Pairings: None
Characters: Ruby, Bobby, and a smattering of OCs
Spoilers: Anything after Season 3, to be safe
Warnings: None
Summary: A group of kids get more than they bargained for when they use an old book.
A/N - Many thanks to my betas, pheebs1 and weesta. I moved some things around from the first draft so all the good stuff you should credit to them, any and all mistakes you should credit to me.
“Get out now.” The slender blonde stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, mouth set in a determined line. Lizzie sat with a small group of friends in a circle, each holding a candle that barely illuminated their faces, and all dumbfounded by her sudden presence.
The woman abandoned her dramatic pose and flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Are you all deaf? You need to leave.” They all whispered urgently to each other until one of the boys, Mark, finally spoke up.
“Wh . . .wh . .. who are you?”
“I’m the freakin’ calvary. Listen up, buttercup. You kids have been very naughty, and now you’ve pissed off the wrong sorts of people . . . People? Is that the right word?” The woman squinted her eyes in concentration before grabbing the candle out of Mark’s hand. “No. It’s not. They’re demons. And boy, are they upset with you.” She blew out the candle, discarded it, and tsk tsked them while wagging a disapproving finger.
“What are you talking about, psycho?” Mark stood up, finding a false confidence that was betrayed by his slightly shaking hands.
“Wow. You really are dumber than you look. I’d spell it all out for you, but I’m not sure it would make it into that thick,” she tapped a knuckle against his forehead, “impenetrable skull of yours.”
She walked around the circle, finally stopping behind Lizzie. “Goose,” the woman muttered under her breath as she reached down and snatched the book Lizzie was hiding from under her leg. Lizzie held her breath, not wanting to move, not even sure if she was able to move. The woman rose and started skimming through the pages.
“Do any of you have any idea what this is?” She stared at each of them one by one. They all cast their eyes down, refusing to meet her gaze. “Anyone? Jump right in if you’ve got an answer. No one? It’s a summoning book you morons.” She threw the book to the floor with disgust. Startled, they started to stand up and eyed each other uneasily.
“So who did you kids call on? What sort of demon did you think you’d get?” The woman’s voice grew louder, echoing through the empty room.
“Look, we didn’t think it was real. We were just having some fun,” Melissa said quietly. The blonde woman leveled her withering glare on Melissa and she stumbled back a few steps, into Lizzie.
“Well, if you don’t get out of here, and I mean now, you’ll see how much of a barrel full of laughs a demon can be.” Her eyes darkened, turned black, and obfuscated her pupils.
“Are you a g . . .ghost?” Lizzie asked, wide eyed, feeling sick to her stomach.
“Sure, why the hell not. Boo.” The woman raised her arms and wiggled her fingers. They all scattered, Mark bumping into Lizzie, knocking her over to the ground, and several of her friends tripping over their own feet in their haste to get out. Lizzie frozen, scrambled behind a large cluster of rocks that had fallen from the walls of the old building and hid in the shadows. She was all alone now, all her friends fled and left her with no escape. She took a deep breath and listened to the sound of her heart beating out of her chest, and watched the woman carefully. The woman didn’t notice her, though, instead she walked over to the chalk markings on the floor and rubbed them off with the toe of her boot.
As she picked the book up off the floor and dusted it off, something caught her eye. Lizzie held her breath as the blonde woman reached for something at her hip.
“Ruby?” The voice was a low rumble. An older man stepped out of the shadows of the doorway and came into the room. Lizzie exhaled in relief. Now was her chance to leave, but curiosity replaced her fear as she watched the two of them from her secure hiding place.
“Oh. It’s you.” Ruby relaxed, ran her fingers over the worn leather of the book. “You might like this one, Bobby.” She turned to face the man, hand with the book outstretched. He took the old book from her. He glanced at the cover and then back up at her. “Sam and Dean with you?” She craned to look around Bobby into the darkness. Bobby shook his head.
“Nah, they’re somewhere out in Oklahoma working a possession. What are you doing here?” Bobby kept his hand at his side, and kept a cautious distance.
Ruby sighed dramatically, “Teaching the kiddies a lesson. Your turn, what brings you out here?”
“Heard the place was haunted,” Bobby admitted, stiffly. Ruby let a snort of laughter escape. Bobby just rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. She walked toward the door.
“You’re welcome,” she bit out, the words clipped, and threw a look at Bobby over her shoulder.
He was flipping through the book, struggling in the dim light to read the words. Ruby watched Bobby scrupulously as he glanced at the pages, to the floor at the smudged chalk, and then back up to her. She caught his eyes, and his grim expression spoke more than the words he said, “I didn’t say thank you.”
“Oh well.” She popped a stick of gum in her mouth and started to leave. Bobby ran to catch up, but Ruby braced herself and didn’t seem surprised when he grabbed her shoulder. “Yeah?” she asked casually.
“Who were they summoning?”
Ruby popped a bubble before removing Bobby’s hand from her shoulder with disdain. She stood in the door frame, and Lizzie suddenly shivered in her hiding place. Without looking back Ruby answered, “Me.”
Written for spn_xx's Women of Supernatural Challenge Prompt #1. A little late. Sorry.
Title: Well, possession is 9/10ths of the law . . .
Author: spiritofkt
Rating: PG
Pairings: None
Characters: Ruby, Bobby, and a smattering of OCs
Spoilers: Anything after Season 3, to be safe
Warnings: None
Summary: A group of kids get more than they bargained for when they use an old book.
A/N - Many thanks to my betas, pheebs1 and weesta. I moved some things around from the first draft so all the good stuff you should credit to them, any and all mistakes you should credit to me.
“Get out now.” The slender blonde stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, mouth set in a determined line. Lizzie sat with a small group of friends in a circle, each holding a candle that barely illuminated their faces, and all dumbfounded by her sudden presence.
The woman abandoned her dramatic pose and flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Are you all deaf? You need to leave.” They all whispered urgently to each other until one of the boys, Mark, finally spoke up.
“Wh . . .wh . .. who are you?”
“I’m the freakin’ calvary. Listen up, buttercup. You kids have been very naughty, and now you’ve pissed off the wrong sorts of people . . . People? Is that the right word?” The woman squinted her eyes in concentration before grabbing the candle out of Mark’s hand. “No. It’s not. They’re demons. And boy, are they upset with you.” She blew out the candle, discarded it, and tsk tsked them while wagging a disapproving finger.
“What are you talking about, psycho?” Mark stood up, finding a false confidence that was betrayed by his slightly shaking hands.
“Wow. You really are dumber than you look. I’d spell it all out for you, but I’m not sure it would make it into that thick,” she tapped a knuckle against his forehead, “impenetrable skull of yours.”
She walked around the circle, finally stopping behind Lizzie. “Goose,” the woman muttered under her breath as she reached down and snatched the book Lizzie was hiding from under her leg. Lizzie held her breath, not wanting to move, not even sure if she was able to move. The woman rose and started skimming through the pages.
“Do any of you have any idea what this is?” She stared at each of them one by one. They all cast their eyes down, refusing to meet her gaze. “Anyone? Jump right in if you’ve got an answer. No one? It’s a summoning book you morons.” She threw the book to the floor with disgust. Startled, they started to stand up and eyed each other uneasily.
“So who did you kids call on? What sort of demon did you think you’d get?” The woman’s voice grew louder, echoing through the empty room.
“Look, we didn’t think it was real. We were just having some fun,” Melissa said quietly. The blonde woman leveled her withering glare on Melissa and she stumbled back a few steps, into Lizzie.
“Well, if you don’t get out of here, and I mean now, you’ll see how much of a barrel full of laughs a demon can be.” Her eyes darkened, turned black, and obfuscated her pupils.
“Are you a g . . .ghost?” Lizzie asked, wide eyed, feeling sick to her stomach.
“Sure, why the hell not. Boo.” The woman raised her arms and wiggled her fingers. They all scattered, Mark bumping into Lizzie, knocking her over to the ground, and several of her friends tripping over their own feet in their haste to get out. Lizzie frozen, scrambled behind a large cluster of rocks that had fallen from the walls of the old building and hid in the shadows. She was all alone now, all her friends fled and left her with no escape. She took a deep breath and listened to the sound of her heart beating out of her chest, and watched the woman carefully. The woman didn’t notice her, though, instead she walked over to the chalk markings on the floor and rubbed them off with the toe of her boot.
As she picked the book up off the floor and dusted it off, something caught her eye. Lizzie held her breath as the blonde woman reached for something at her hip.
“Ruby?” The voice was a low rumble. An older man stepped out of the shadows of the doorway and came into the room. Lizzie exhaled in relief. Now was her chance to leave, but curiosity replaced her fear as she watched the two of them from her secure hiding place.
“Oh. It’s you.” Ruby relaxed, ran her fingers over the worn leather of the book. “You might like this one, Bobby.” She turned to face the man, hand with the book outstretched. He took the old book from her. He glanced at the cover and then back up at her. “Sam and Dean with you?” She craned to look around Bobby into the darkness. Bobby shook his head.
“Nah, they’re somewhere out in Oklahoma working a possession. What are you doing here?” Bobby kept his hand at his side, and kept a cautious distance.
Ruby sighed dramatically, “Teaching the kiddies a lesson. Your turn, what brings you out here?”
“Heard the place was haunted,” Bobby admitted, stiffly. Ruby let a snort of laughter escape. Bobby just rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. She walked toward the door.
“You’re welcome,” she bit out, the words clipped, and threw a look at Bobby over her shoulder.
He was flipping through the book, struggling in the dim light to read the words. Ruby watched Bobby scrupulously as he glanced at the pages, to the floor at the smudged chalk, and then back up to her. She caught his eyes, and his grim expression spoke more than the words he said, “I didn’t say thank you.”
“Oh well.” She popped a stick of gum in her mouth and started to leave. Bobby ran to catch up, but Ruby braced herself and didn’t seem surprised when he grabbed her shoulder. “Yeah?” she asked casually.
“Who were they summoning?”
Ruby popped a bubble before removing Bobby’s hand from her shoulder with disdain. She stood in the door frame, and Lizzie suddenly shivered in her hiding place. Without looking back Ruby answered, “Me.”