FIC: You are my AU (1/10)
Author: Sunriserooftops
Title: You are my AU
Rating: PG13
Fandom: One Tree Hill and Supernatural.
Timeline: After Luke and Peyton left Tree Hill and nowhere/anywhere in the Supernatural timeline that could work.
Summary: Someone's loss is someone's gain.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all rights to their respective owners!
A/N: This was written for a Drabble-a-thon a long while ago, and I seem to forget I have it around and never post it. But here it is!
1. Photograph
Somewhere in the dark depressing room there was a woman spread across a bed. In her hand she held a photograph, clutching it tight with all her strength. She had lost; another man, another town, another life.
A child cried.
A car stopped.
The doorbell rang.
Peyton didn’t move.
She knew that from the outside it would look strange. A dark house, a crying, screaming baby and music that one would slash one’s wrists to. Peyton yelled into the music and the crying to stop, to just stop. The whole house seemed to go deaf at the sound of the door breaking down, and the gunshot that followed.
This brought Peyton to her feet. Running, fast as she could, down the stairs, into the hall, into the baby’s room. She stopped short in the doorway, overlooking the figure standing by the crib. The baby wasn’t crying anymore, and whoever the man was, he was cooing to the baby. Peyton’s eyes welled up as she turned the lights on.
“I read what happened,” he said over his shoulder. Peyton clung to the doorway.
“Why are you here?”
“I needed to see you,” he said softly, picking the baby up from the crib. “And, I saw something through the window as I drove by.”
“I told you-”
She dropped the photograph in her hand as she started sobbing again. He turned around, holding her child in his arms.
“Luke was a good guy, Peyton.”
She didn’t speak.
“And he didn’t deserve to go out the way he did. But don’t worry. I’ll take care of it,” he said, caressing the top of the bay’s head. “I’m here.”
Snuggling into place on his shoulder, her baby stopped crying and slowly started taking deep breaths. The mumbling sound that meant not far from sleep snuck up on her and she relaxed against the doorway, sliding down. Her oversized t-shirt slid up and she felt herself starting to cry again. She reached for the photograph on the floor.
“I just miss him so much,” she sniffled, looking at the two dark blond men in the picture, holding a smiling baby.
“I know.”
Peyton stared at the picture for a long time.
“Will you stay?”
No answer.
“Dean, will you stay with us?” He looked up, meeting her eyes.
Title: You are my AU
Rating: PG13
Fandom: One Tree Hill and Supernatural.
Timeline: After Luke and Peyton left Tree Hill and nowhere/anywhere in the Supernatural timeline that could work.
Summary: Someone's loss is someone's gain.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all rights to their respective owners!
A/N: This was written for a Drabble-a-thon a long while ago, and I seem to forget I have it around and never post it. But here it is!
1. Photograph
Somewhere in the dark depressing room there was a woman spread across a bed. In her hand she held a photograph, clutching it tight with all her strength. She had lost; another man, another town, another life.
A child cried.
A car stopped.
The doorbell rang.
Peyton didn’t move.
She knew that from the outside it would look strange. A dark house, a crying, screaming baby and music that one would slash one’s wrists to. Peyton yelled into the music and the crying to stop, to just stop. The whole house seemed to go deaf at the sound of the door breaking down, and the gunshot that followed.
This brought Peyton to her feet. Running, fast as she could, down the stairs, into the hall, into the baby’s room. She stopped short in the doorway, overlooking the figure standing by the crib. The baby wasn’t crying anymore, and whoever the man was, he was cooing to the baby. Peyton’s eyes welled up as she turned the lights on.
“I read what happened,” he said over his shoulder. Peyton clung to the doorway.
“Why are you here?”
“I needed to see you,” he said softly, picking the baby up from the crib. “And, I saw something through the window as I drove by.”
“I told you-”
She dropped the photograph in her hand as she started sobbing again. He turned around, holding her child in his arms.
“Luke was a good guy, Peyton.”
She didn’t speak.
“And he didn’t deserve to go out the way he did. But don’t worry. I’ll take care of it,” he said, caressing the top of the bay’s head. “I’m here.”
Snuggling into place on his shoulder, her baby stopped crying and slowly started taking deep breaths. The mumbling sound that meant not far from sleep snuck up on her and she relaxed against the doorway, sliding down. Her oversized t-shirt slid up and she felt herself starting to cry again. She reached for the photograph on the floor.
“I just miss him so much,” she sniffled, looking at the two dark blond men in the picture, holding a smiling baby.
“I know.”
Peyton stared at the picture for a long time.
“Will you stay?”
No answer.
“Dean, will you stay with us?” He looked up, meeting her eyes.