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Fic: Sometimes the History Books Get it Wrong
Title: Sometimes the History Books Get it Wrong
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: DG, Cain, Raw, Glitch, Carl and Van Helsing (mention of Igor, the monster and Dorothy)
Rating: G
Summary: DG and Van Helsing discuss history.
Warning: post-series for Tin Man; I suppose all of Van Helsing.
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. Carl and the Van Helsing crew belong to Universal, also.
Is the Pope Catholic? | Werewolves, Vampires and Monsters... Oh Boy! | Sometimes the History Books Get it Wrong
Carl stepped around the table and DG and moved swiftly over to Van Helsing. “Did you find him?”
Van Helsing’s eyes moved to Cain and the others quickly before focusing on Carl and dropping his hat onto the table. “I did.” Carl waved his hands when Van Helsing didn’t elaborate. “He’s waiting at the castle,” Van Helsing added as his focus turned to Cain and Raw, who both stiffened at the word.
Carl nodded and stepped away again, muttering to himself and pulling various items off of shelves and hooks, oblivious to his guests. Glitch moved over to put an arm around DG and direct her out of Carl’s path before he knocked her over.
Her eyes were still on Van Helsing - she was trying to rationalize the idea of the stories being real - when Carl’s head popped up next to her, causing her to flinch. “What was the year?” he asked, not noticing her jump. DG’s glance shot to Van Helsing as well. If there was an easy way to get back - not that she wanted to - it never hurt to know for reference.
Van Helsing looked at Carl and DG and raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t ask, Carl. I had more important matters to attend to.” DG frowned, but assumed it had to at least be the eighties if Carl knew Young Frankenstein. Carl shot his friend a look and returned to the bag. DG watched him for a moment then turned to Van Helsing.
“Name’s DG,” she said, stepping toward him with an outstretched hand and ignoring the shift in Cain’s weight. Van Helsing shot the slightest glance toward Cain and smiled at her. Taking her hand lightly, he nodded and introduced himself.
“Gabriel Van Helsing.”
“Glitch, Raw and Wyatt Cain,” DG said with a point over her shoulder. Glitch gave Van Helsing a wave and dropped his hand quickly as he saw the look on Cain’s face. DG also saw the look and turned just enough to give Cain a dirty look in return.
“Pardon me,” Van Helsing said as DG turned back to face him. He stepped around her and moved to a table against the wall and reached for a cup and a bottle.
“So, you from eighteen-ninety, also?” she asked as Van Helsing pulled the cork free and poured himself a drink.
“In a manner of speaking,” he replied with a nod.
“And Rome?” she asked, drawing from the discussion of the Pope minutes earlier.
“All over, really,” Van Helsing said with a smirk. He had lived for so long that he’d spent time in most of the countries on Earth.
“How long did it take you to find him?” Carl asked from the far side of the room.
“A few weeks. It did take a few more to get back to the house.” Carl’s brow furrowed and his hands dropped to the table in front of him.
“And how do you define ‘a few’?” Carl asked with a snap. Van Helsing took another drink and sighed.
“Two months,” he guessed. DG spun around to face Carl.
“When did he leave?”
“Six years, seventeen days and four hours ago,” Carl deadpanned. DG’s eyes went wide and she turned back to see a similar expression on Van Helsing’s face.
“Your passage is on a ten to one ratio,” Glitch said with an impressed smile. Everyone turned to him. “It’s a simple mathematical solution. Starting with the number when you arrived versus the number when DG arrived...” he rambled quickly. DG’s hand on his arm caused Glitch to stop and he gave her a grin. She turned back to Van Helsing but pointed to Carl.
“So, eighteen-ninety put you in Rome and London?” Carl nodded again and moved back around the table, stepping past DG as he hurried over to the table behind Van Helsing, pushing him aside so that he could get to a crate underneath. DG tried to remember her history, but could only remember that 1890 was the year Wyoming became a state.
“That’s like... Jack the Ripper-time?” she asked Van Helsing, who nodded and put his cup down.
“Jekyll the Ripper, actually.” DG planted her hands on the table and leaned toward Van Helsing.
“You’re kidding?!” Van Helsing shook his head as Carl stood up.
“I told you he was worse than Hyde.” DG laughed and puffed her cheeks as she pondered that one. Van Helsing had moved back to the table nearest the ladder and began pulling his various weapons out, which caused Cain to go on the defensive. Van Helsing raised his hands slightly to show Cain that he was in no danger and continued to disarm himself.
“You aren’t from here,” Van Helsing half-asked DG, nodding to her clothes. DG shrugged and hopped up onto the table, letting her legs swing as she looked down at her well-worn jeans and leather jacket.
“I was born here, but I grew up over there.”
“It is currently two thousand and seven,” Carl stated for Van Helsing’s benefit, causing the hunter’s brow to furrow and his head to tilt slightly. Cain was rather impressed that a man could have that many weapons hidden on his person but would never admit it.
“I didn’t go that way,” DG said with a wave. “I traveled by tornado.” She raised an eyebrow as Van Helsing’s went up. “From Kansas.” Glitch and Cain watched the conversation - Cain not happy that the two of them seemed to have an understanding after five minutes - and Raw was trying to focus on DG, as Van Helsing had far too many emotions for someone his age.
“Just like-“ Van Helsing asked slowly. DG nodded.
“We’re related,” she said simply. Van Helsing blinked and looked back down to his collected weapons.
“I’d suspected when we returned the second time, but it didn’t seem a question to broach lightly.”
“I really don’t think its common knowledge over here,” DG said with a glance to Cain; she could hear him getting angry. A large bag thumping to the table between them made everyone jump.
“You’re ready.” Van Helsing picked up the bag and shoved it into Carl’s arms.
“You’re coming, too,” he stated and began to recollect his weapons.
“I most certainly am not,” Carl said, setting the bag down again.
“I’ll go,” DG stated.
“No!” Cain and Van Helsing snapped back, getting a look from her. It was simply a reflex for Cain - he knew telling DG ‘No’ was pointless, but if anyone was going up to that castle, if wouldn’t be her.
“Hey, if you need help...” DG said with a wave of her hand.
“I appreciate your offer, but Carl and I can handle it,” Van Helsing responded, not looking at a now-grumbling Carl.
“Yeah, ‘cause you’re prepared for a picnic,” DG said, motioning to the bag of weapons Carl had packed. Maybe she could wait until they were just out of sight and slip away, though Cain would probably kill her.
“You know, Van Helsing,” Carl said quietly, pulling Van Helsing aside as a few more eyes and ears tried to follow them. Van Helsing gave Carl a look and his eyes moved to Cain for a brief moment. He agreed that it would be much easier to outnumber Igor from multiple fronts, but he would not let this girl put herself in danger, even if she had volunteered.
However, there was something about this girl that told him she would wait until they were just out of sight and disappear from her companions, following the two of them into the mountains. And he could sense that Wyatt Cain was thinking the exact same thing.
“Come on, Cain,” she begged him quietly. “What’s a little adventure? You really think an abandoned castle is more dangerous than being chased over cliffs by Papay and breaking into a tower to stop a witch?” She gave him that face - the wide-eyed innocence one that he was finding harder to say no to as time passed.
“You don’t know anything about these two, Princess,” Cain whispered back. Van Helsing heard the salutation and glanced up. “You don’t know where they’re going or what they’re doing.”
“Is this the ‘Trust no one’ speech again, Mulder?” DG retorted. Cain sighed and shot a look to Glitch and Raw. Raw glanced at Carl and Van Helsing, who were whispering to each other, and back to Cain.
“Good men.” DG waved a hand a raised her eyebrows as Cain closed his eyes and breathed heavily before turning to face Van Helsing.
“Could you use some help?” he forced. While Van Helsing did appreciate the offer, he didn’t want to accept. But, now knowing he’d been gone for six years, who knew just how far Igor had gone. And he really didn’t want to take a royal - just in case - but if this man was all right with her going, he would have to accept it.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: DG, Cain, Raw, Glitch, Carl and Van Helsing (mention of Igor, the monster and Dorothy)
Rating: G
Summary: DG and Van Helsing discuss history.
Warning: post-series for Tin Man; I suppose all of Van Helsing.
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. Carl and the Van Helsing crew belong to Universal, also.
Is the Pope Catholic? | Werewolves, Vampires and Monsters... Oh Boy! | Sometimes the History Books Get it Wrong
Carl stepped around the table and DG and moved swiftly over to Van Helsing. “Did you find him?”
Van Helsing’s eyes moved to Cain and the others quickly before focusing on Carl and dropping his hat onto the table. “I did.” Carl waved his hands when Van Helsing didn’t elaborate. “He’s waiting at the castle,” Van Helsing added as his focus turned to Cain and Raw, who both stiffened at the word.
Carl nodded and stepped away again, muttering to himself and pulling various items off of shelves and hooks, oblivious to his guests. Glitch moved over to put an arm around DG and direct her out of Carl’s path before he knocked her over.
Her eyes were still on Van Helsing - she was trying to rationalize the idea of the stories being real - when Carl’s head popped up next to her, causing her to flinch. “What was the year?” he asked, not noticing her jump. DG’s glance shot to Van Helsing as well. If there was an easy way to get back - not that she wanted to - it never hurt to know for reference.
Van Helsing looked at Carl and DG and raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t ask, Carl. I had more important matters to attend to.” DG frowned, but assumed it had to at least be the eighties if Carl knew Young Frankenstein. Carl shot his friend a look and returned to the bag. DG watched him for a moment then turned to Van Helsing.
“Name’s DG,” she said, stepping toward him with an outstretched hand and ignoring the shift in Cain’s weight. Van Helsing shot the slightest glance toward Cain and smiled at her. Taking her hand lightly, he nodded and introduced himself.
“Gabriel Van Helsing.”
“Glitch, Raw and Wyatt Cain,” DG said with a point over her shoulder. Glitch gave Van Helsing a wave and dropped his hand quickly as he saw the look on Cain’s face. DG also saw the look and turned just enough to give Cain a dirty look in return.
“Pardon me,” Van Helsing said as DG turned back to face him. He stepped around her and moved to a table against the wall and reached for a cup and a bottle.
“So, you from eighteen-ninety, also?” she asked as Van Helsing pulled the cork free and poured himself a drink.
“In a manner of speaking,” he replied with a nod.
“And Rome?” she asked, drawing from the discussion of the Pope minutes earlier.
“All over, really,” Van Helsing said with a smirk. He had lived for so long that he’d spent time in most of the countries on Earth.
“How long did it take you to find him?” Carl asked from the far side of the room.
“A few weeks. It did take a few more to get back to the house.” Carl’s brow furrowed and his hands dropped to the table in front of him.
“And how do you define ‘a few’?” Carl asked with a snap. Van Helsing took another drink and sighed.
“Two months,” he guessed. DG spun around to face Carl.
“When did he leave?”
“Six years, seventeen days and four hours ago,” Carl deadpanned. DG’s eyes went wide and she turned back to see a similar expression on Van Helsing’s face.
“Your passage is on a ten to one ratio,” Glitch said with an impressed smile. Everyone turned to him. “It’s a simple mathematical solution. Starting with the number when you arrived versus the number when DG arrived...” he rambled quickly. DG’s hand on his arm caused Glitch to stop and he gave her a grin. She turned back to Van Helsing but pointed to Carl.
“So, eighteen-ninety put you in Rome and London?” Carl nodded again and moved back around the table, stepping past DG as he hurried over to the table behind Van Helsing, pushing him aside so that he could get to a crate underneath. DG tried to remember her history, but could only remember that 1890 was the year Wyoming became a state.
“That’s like... Jack the Ripper-time?” she asked Van Helsing, who nodded and put his cup down.
“Jekyll the Ripper, actually.” DG planted her hands on the table and leaned toward Van Helsing.
“You’re kidding?!” Van Helsing shook his head as Carl stood up.
“I told you he was worse than Hyde.” DG laughed and puffed her cheeks as she pondered that one. Van Helsing had moved back to the table nearest the ladder and began pulling his various weapons out, which caused Cain to go on the defensive. Van Helsing raised his hands slightly to show Cain that he was in no danger and continued to disarm himself.
“You aren’t from here,” Van Helsing half-asked DG, nodding to her clothes. DG shrugged and hopped up onto the table, letting her legs swing as she looked down at her well-worn jeans and leather jacket.
“I was born here, but I grew up over there.”
“It is currently two thousand and seven,” Carl stated for Van Helsing’s benefit, causing the hunter’s brow to furrow and his head to tilt slightly. Cain was rather impressed that a man could have that many weapons hidden on his person but would never admit it.
“I didn’t go that way,” DG said with a wave. “I traveled by tornado.” She raised an eyebrow as Van Helsing’s went up. “From Kansas.” Glitch and Cain watched the conversation - Cain not happy that the two of them seemed to have an understanding after five minutes - and Raw was trying to focus on DG, as Van Helsing had far too many emotions for someone his age.
“Just like-“ Van Helsing asked slowly. DG nodded.
“We’re related,” she said simply. Van Helsing blinked and looked back down to his collected weapons.
“I’d suspected when we returned the second time, but it didn’t seem a question to broach lightly.”
“I really don’t think its common knowledge over here,” DG said with a glance to Cain; she could hear him getting angry. A large bag thumping to the table between them made everyone jump.
“You’re ready.” Van Helsing picked up the bag and shoved it into Carl’s arms.
“You’re coming, too,” he stated and began to recollect his weapons.
“I most certainly am not,” Carl said, setting the bag down again.
“I’ll go,” DG stated.
“No!” Cain and Van Helsing snapped back, getting a look from her. It was simply a reflex for Cain - he knew telling DG ‘No’ was pointless, but if anyone was going up to that castle, if wouldn’t be her.
“Hey, if you need help...” DG said with a wave of her hand.
“I appreciate your offer, but Carl and I can handle it,” Van Helsing responded, not looking at a now-grumbling Carl.
“Yeah, ‘cause you’re prepared for a picnic,” DG said, motioning to the bag of weapons Carl had packed. Maybe she could wait until they were just out of sight and slip away, though Cain would probably kill her.
“You know, Van Helsing,” Carl said quietly, pulling Van Helsing aside as a few more eyes and ears tried to follow them. Van Helsing gave Carl a look and his eyes moved to Cain for a brief moment. He agreed that it would be much easier to outnumber Igor from multiple fronts, but he would not let this girl put herself in danger, even if she had volunteered.
However, there was something about this girl that told him she would wait until they were just out of sight and disappear from her companions, following the two of them into the mountains. And he could sense that Wyatt Cain was thinking the exact same thing.
“Come on, Cain,” she begged him quietly. “What’s a little adventure? You really think an abandoned castle is more dangerous than being chased over cliffs by Papay and breaking into a tower to stop a witch?” She gave him that face - the wide-eyed innocence one that he was finding harder to say no to as time passed.
“You don’t know anything about these two, Princess,” Cain whispered back. Van Helsing heard the salutation and glanced up. “You don’t know where they’re going or what they’re doing.”
“Is this the ‘Trust no one’ speech again, Mulder?” DG retorted. Cain sighed and shot a look to Glitch and Raw. Raw glanced at Carl and Van Helsing, who were whispering to each other, and back to Cain.
“Good men.” DG waved a hand a raised her eyebrows as Cain closed his eyes and breathed heavily before turning to face Van Helsing.
“Could you use some help?” he forced. While Van Helsing did appreciate the offer, he didn’t want to accept. But, now knowing he’d been gone for six years, who knew just how far Igor had gone. And he really didn’t want to take a royal - just in case - but if this man was all right with her going, he would have to accept it.