Musing: Big Bangs & snippet - AU and crossover updates
I'm a little stalled on my Crossover Big Bang. I've done some editing and some minor adding of words, but I have a bunch of scenes I'm vaguely planning to write and nothing's coming of them. I think I'm going to give it a couple of days and then look at the plan with fresh(er) eyes, and edit it as needed -- and in the meantime, read over what I've got and streamline it or add to it where necessary.
In the meantime, and since there's a check-in on the second of February, I'm working on the AU Big Bang. I only have a handful of paragraphs so far, the opening stuff, because I'm quite sleepy this evening.
Have a tiny, tiny snippet.
Fandom: Supernatural
For: au_bigbang
Quality: Barely checked
Characters: Ellen, Dean
That morning started like any other, but it was a morning Ellen Harvelle was unlikely to ever forget. She got up and checked on Jo, saw she was sleeping peaceful, and went to get something for her own breakfast. It was six AM, barely light, and it was grey outside. A sullen kind of grey, the weather too hot and still, the skies sulking and refusing to give up any of their rain. That was the morning the kid came to them. She knew who he was, of course, the minute she saw him out on the step. He'd grown a very little since she'd seen him, maybe, and his hair was a mess and his face dirty, but she remembered him alright.
Dean Winchester.
She didn't know, then, what it would mean. All she felt for a moment was surprise, and then she felt an astonishing amount of anger at whoever had left the kid there like that. The grapevine moved fast and she'd heard rumours about John Winchester's death, but even if she hadn't she'd have known, somehow. John was proud, and he loved his kids. He'd never just have left Dean there on her doorstep like that.
She opened the door quietly. "Hey, honey," she said, and Dean looked up at her. He was expressionless, but there were tear tracks left in the dirt on his face. It didn't feel like sealing her fate when she leaned down and picked him up -- he was far too light for his age, then, far too easy to lift up -- and she wouldn't have minded if it did.
In the meantime, and since there's a check-in on the second of February, I'm working on the AU Big Bang. I only have a handful of paragraphs so far, the opening stuff, because I'm quite sleepy this evening.
Have a tiny, tiny snippet.
Fandom: Supernatural
For: au_bigbang
Quality: Barely checked
Characters: Ellen, Dean
That morning started like any other, but it was a morning Ellen Harvelle was unlikely to ever forget. She got up and checked on Jo, saw she was sleeping peaceful, and went to get something for her own breakfast. It was six AM, barely light, and it was grey outside. A sullen kind of grey, the weather too hot and still, the skies sulking and refusing to give up any of their rain. That was the morning the kid came to them. She knew who he was, of course, the minute she saw him out on the step. He'd grown a very little since she'd seen him, maybe, and his hair was a mess and his face dirty, but she remembered him alright.
Dean Winchester.
She didn't know, then, what it would mean. All she felt for a moment was surprise, and then she felt an astonishing amount of anger at whoever had left the kid there like that. The grapevine moved fast and she'd heard rumours about John Winchester's death, but even if she hadn't she'd have known, somehow. John was proud, and he loved his kids. He'd never just have left Dean there on her doorstep like that.
She opened the door quietly. "Hey, honey," she said, and Dean looked up at her. He was expressionless, but there were tear tracks left in the dirt on his face. It didn't feel like sealing her fate when she leaned down and picked him up -- he was far too light for his age, then, far too easy to lift up -- and she wouldn't have minded if it did.