Selene's Sons - DA/SN crossover - PG - gen
Title: Selene’s Sons
Fandom: “Dark Angel”/“Supernatural” crossover
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: AU for “Dark Angel” after “Pollo Loco”; spoilers for season two of “Supernatural”
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 655
Point of view: third
Ben first dreamed of a little brother the night he escaped Manticore. He collapsed in the snow miles from the facility, more exhausted and exhilarated than he’d ever been before, and he dreamed of himself as a brother, watching out for a little boy named Sammy.
He woke and felt cheated to be alone.
Ben began enjoying sleep, because it continued the adventures of him and Sammy. Sammy always called him Dean, but Ben didn’t mind. He’d never been alone before the break out, and whenever he dreamed about Sammy, he wasn’t lonely anymore.
The years passed and in his dreams Sammy grew into Sam. Ben searched everywhere he went, looking for green eyes and floppy dark hair. He turned to his goddess for aid, but she didn’t respond. He began hunting for sacrifices for her, hoping to please her.
Then one night, Ben dreamed of Dean’s death. Sam collapsed beside Dean’s body, screaming for his brother to wake up, but Dean didn’t respond.
There were no more dreams after that.
Zach had told Ben that Max-the favorite of his sisters-had territory in Seattle, so Ben went there. She was family, and he sorely wanted family.
He wanted Sammy, the closeness Dean-the man with his face-and Sam had, but he’d never get it. He had no blood connections.
When Max snapped his neck, Ben thought he’d die. There was no pain, just… nothing. And then he found a soft light and a lady in a blue robe who told him to go back, he wasn’t finished yet.
You have a twin brother, Benjamin, she said. He is still held prisoner in Manticore. Save him.
Ben promised, I will, Lady.
She smiled, and her dark eyes shifted to a holy yellow. I know you will, my child. You always were my special boy.
Ben woke in a plastic bag and clawed his way out quickly. Alone in a van-on the way back for study, no doubt. So they could figure out what went wrong with him.
But he knew, now-the Blue Lady was real. And she had given him a mission. He would obey her command, prove himself worthy of her favor. He would save his brother.
Ben heard Lydecker order for him to be taken to the lab. There’d be no guard; after all, he was dead. Just two technicians carrying his body. Ben hid back in the bag, holding it closed. He allowed them to move him and waited till it was just him and the doctor.
He killed the doctor swiftly and tracked down the main office. His brother would either be 492 or 494, and he needed to find out where.
Three guards in the office, and four technicians. He ripped through them like paper, then hacked the system.
X5-494, recently failed his first long-term mission, being held in the basement of the very facility Ben stood in.
Ben wasted no time. The alarm had yet to be raised, and he ghosted his way down, sidestepping guards and scientists. When he got to the cells, he listened for heartbeats. And there it was: his twin’s pulse, slow and steady.
You’ll need a name, Ben thought as he keyed in the code.
The door opened and Ben got his first look at his mirror image, huddled in the far corner, nearly comatose.
Ben stepped in, keeping his movements calm. “Hey, little brother,” he murmured, kneeling before his twin. “I’ve come to get you out of here.”
Eyes identical to his own blinked and focused on him. “Escape?” his brother rasped.
Ben nodded. “C’mon, Sammy,” he said, holding out a hand. “You have to make the first move-I’ll take care of the rest.”
His twin studied his hand before lifting his own.
In a prison of blood and flesh and bone and fear, a yellow-eyed shadow howled-whether with mirth or pain, no one but it knew.