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Challenge 78
Title: Lost
By:
dixid
Fandom: BtVS/Supernatural/The Covenant/Torchwood/Weiss Kruez
Challenge: #78 Six Degrees of Crossing Over
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my dog.
Summary: All to do with things that are lost.
Sam wasn’t sure what to expect as he regained awareness. It should have been a routine hunt in Cleveland. He was supposed to be the bait. He had been given the job of leading the demon into the devil’s trap drawn on the floor of the abandoned warehouse. Only when he led it there, the warehouse wasn’t so abandoned. Instead of Dean waiting there for him, he saw a group of young girls armed to the hilt. His last thought as the demon knocked him into the wall and he lost consciousness was “Who brings stakes to a demon hunt?”
“Would you get over it? He was better than you, deal with it.”
“There’s no freaking way that punk is better at pool than I am. I’m telling you, he put some sort of curse on me” snarked Dean.
“Dean, get real. You’re just pissed because you tried hustling the wrong kid, he didn’t need magic to beat you. Reid had the skills, you just lost.”
“I’m telling you Sammy, he gave me a weird vibe. I think he was using some mojo.”
“Mojo?” laughs Sam, “Spencer Academy isn’t exactly Hogwarts, Dean. Where would a kid like that learn magic?”
It certainly wasn’t the typical flotsam that came through the rift. For one thing the rift sensor didn’t pick up anything usual about the young man. Not a single particle of rift energy. If they hadn’t seen the shiny light show firsthand they would have thought they were losing their minds. Seeing someone propelled head first out of the center of the light, into the middle of the Plas was either a mass hallucination or something other than rift activity.
“We’re Torchwood; care to tell me how you ended up in Cardiff?”
Cardiff? But I was just in Ipswich, Massachusetts.
“Hodgins, how can in be gone? That doesn’t make sense; evidence can’t just disappear into thin air.”
“Of course it can, Dr. Brennan. That kind of thing happens all the time over in the UK. There’s this group called Torchwood, they’re part of a government conspiracy. They operate beyond the police, even above the law. Sometimes, after unusual crime scenes are processed the evidence later goes missing. They can even wipe out people’s memories.
“Enough with your stupid conspiracy theories! If you don’t find the evidence you lost, I’ll find this Torchwood and turn you over to them for testing.”
“Dr. Brennan, are you ready to release your findings?”
“Not yet Cam. I’m still uncomfortable with some of what I’ve found.”
“Such as?”
“The cause of death appears to be blood loss due to cuts from both a sword and multi-bladed knives shaped like claws. Additionally, she was strangled with a small gauge wire and shot with a poison dart.”
“With that level of violence, it was personal. Did her clothes or belongings help us identify her?
“No, however she was found wearing socks with stilettos.”
“So, not only is she a murder victim, but a fashion victim as well?”
“This is hopeless; the map doesn’t make any sense. We’re going to be late to meet this new slayer and her family.”
“Buffy, do you think it might not make sense because it’s written in Japanese?”
“Well Dawn, if you’d let me drive then you could read the map, Miss I-Know-12-Languages.”
“I think we’re too hopelessly lost for the map to help. I’m going to pull over and ask for directions”
“In there? How do you know it’s safe?”
“Buffy, stop being so paranoid, it’s a florist shop. They’re florists, not assassins. Besides, see the cute guys working in there?”
By:
dixid
Fandom: BtVS/Supernatural/The Covenant/Torchwood/Weiss Kruez
Challenge: #78 Six Degrees of Crossing Over
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my dog.
Summary: All to do with things that are lost.
Sam wasn’t sure what to expect as he regained awareness. It should have been a routine hunt in Cleveland. He was supposed to be the bait. He had been given the job of leading the demon into the devil’s trap drawn on the floor of the abandoned warehouse. Only when he led it there, the warehouse wasn’t so abandoned. Instead of Dean waiting there for him, he saw a group of young girls armed to the hilt. His last thought as the demon knocked him into the wall and he lost consciousness was “Who brings stakes to a demon hunt?”
“Would you get over it? He was better than you, deal with it.”
“There’s no freaking way that punk is better at pool than I am. I’m telling you, he put some sort of curse on me” snarked Dean.
“Dean, get real. You’re just pissed because you tried hustling the wrong kid, he didn’t need magic to beat you. Reid had the skills, you just lost.”
“I’m telling you Sammy, he gave me a weird vibe. I think he was using some mojo.”
“Mojo?” laughs Sam, “Spencer Academy isn’t exactly Hogwarts, Dean. Where would a kid like that learn magic?”
It certainly wasn’t the typical flotsam that came through the rift. For one thing the rift sensor didn’t pick up anything usual about the young man. Not a single particle of rift energy. If they hadn’t seen the shiny light show firsthand they would have thought they were losing their minds. Seeing someone propelled head first out of the center of the light, into the middle of the Plas was either a mass hallucination or something other than rift activity.
“We’re Torchwood; care to tell me how you ended up in Cardiff?”
Cardiff? But I was just in Ipswich, Massachusetts.
“Hodgins, how can in be gone? That doesn’t make sense; evidence can’t just disappear into thin air.”
“Of course it can, Dr. Brennan. That kind of thing happens all the time over in the UK. There’s this group called Torchwood, they’re part of a government conspiracy. They operate beyond the police, even above the law. Sometimes, after unusual crime scenes are processed the evidence later goes missing. They can even wipe out people’s memories.
“Enough with your stupid conspiracy theories! If you don’t find the evidence you lost, I’ll find this Torchwood and turn you over to them for testing.”
“Dr. Brennan, are you ready to release your findings?”
“Not yet Cam. I’m still uncomfortable with some of what I’ve found.”
“Such as?”
“The cause of death appears to be blood loss due to cuts from both a sword and multi-bladed knives shaped like claws. Additionally, she was strangled with a small gauge wire and shot with a poison dart.”
“With that level of violence, it was personal. Did her clothes or belongings help us identify her?
“No, however she was found wearing socks with stilettos.”
“So, not only is she a murder victim, but a fashion victim as well?”
“This is hopeless; the map doesn’t make any sense. We’re going to be late to meet this new slayer and her family.”
“Buffy, do you think it might not make sense because it’s written in Japanese?”
“Well Dawn, if you’d let me drive then you could read the map, Miss I-Know-12-Languages.”
“I think we’re too hopelessly lost for the map to help. I’m going to pull over and ask for directions”
“In there? How do you know it’s safe?”
“Buffy, stop being so paranoid, it’s a florist shop. They’re florists, not assassins. Besides, see the cute guys working in there?”