Fic: Don't tell mom, the babysitter's a fed (2/3)
Fic: Don't tell mom, the babysitter's a fed (2/3)
Series: Chance Winchesterverse
Summary: Agent Hendrickson has finally tracked down Dean. He didn't bargan on Chance.
Author: pen37
Beta: strangevisitor7
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural/DCU
Characters: Agent Hendrickson, Chloe, Chance, Dean
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: g
Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3
Victor may have only been the fake babysitter, but he still took the job seriously. The kid got to watch one more episode of the Thundercats, and then it was off to take a bath and get into PJ's.
As he was tucking the kid in, Chance got a weird look on his face.
“Hey Uncle Vic?”
“I”m not your Uncle, kid.” Victor said.
“You're my sitter, right?”
“Yeah?”
“So you must be an Uncle.” Chance nodded in confirmation. “Only Aunts and Uncles get to watch me. Except for Uncle Bart. Mom says that I'm mature enough that I could babysit him.”
Victor sighed. “Was there supposed to be a question in there kid?”
“When the Thundercats arrive on third earth, they don't have any clothes on.”
“They've got fur.” Victor hedged. “They don't really need clothes.”
“So why do they put them on later if they don't need them?”
Victor stopped, and stared at the kid. That was a real stumper of a question. “Because the locals do?”
Chance rolled his eyes at that. “Yeah, you're a big furry lion with a sword. How is wearing pants supposed to make you fit in?”
The kid definitely had Winchester's mouth. But where did he get the argumentative streak?
“Bedtime for you, squirt,” Victor said.
“Now you sound like Uncle Sam,” the kid grumbled.
Victor reached for the light switch when Chance cried out “Wait!”
“What?” Victor blinked in confusion.
“You're supposed to check under the bed and in the closet.”
“Oh, right.” Victor nodded. “For closet monsters.”
“For shtriga,” Chance nodded seriously. “If I yell, you're 'posed to come shoot it.”
“Okay kid,” Victor nodded. He held his chuckle inside. Winchester had obviously been telling his kid some far-fetched stuff. Still . . .
The closet had an interesting assortment of toys, including a bow and arrow set, a weird ring with a lantern stamped on it and a box of Oreo cookies. The underside of the bed had more Oreos, and a bat-shaped grappling hook.
“Something you haven't told me, kid?” He raised an eyebrow at Chance.
“Uncle Batty gave me that,” Chance said. Then he leaned in closer to Victor, his voice dropping to a whisper. “But dad says not to let mom hear me call him that.”
“Does he?”
Chance nodded.
“Okay, bedtime, kiddo.” Victor stood from his crouched position next to the bed and shut off the lights. He left the door open just a crack, so he could hear the kid if he called. Then he set out to do some serious exploring.
The blueprints of the building that he'd looked over before arriving in Smallville showed an extra crawlspace beside the master bedroom. Victor found an access hatch behind a bunch of dresses in the walk-in closet. It had some kind of fancy looking electric lock on it, but the hatch was ajar. Mom had obviously left in a hurry and forgot to shut the door. Victor grinned at that. How very sloppy.
“Bingo,” he said. Then he drew his gun, and slid through the hatch.
He didn't know what to expect. Body parts or a torture chamber or something. He wasn't expecting the spare room to look like a cross between a museum and a command center. A large, battered and arrow-scarred Greek shield leaned against a desk. A spear and short sword had fallen beneath it on the floor. The bookcase on the other end of the room held lead boxes with heavy padlocks on them. And while several of them held occult symbols, the one on top looked like it had a figure eight drawn inside a diamond on it.
The wall above that held another shelf with one of those lantern rings in a padlocked glass jewelry case on it.
Victor was starting to wonder what he'd stumbled into when a noise from the access hatch drew his attention.
Chance stood there, a scowl on his face.
“You're not 'posed to be in here.” He said. “You are going to get in so much trouble.”
He grinned at the kid. “Tell you what, squirt. If you don't tell your parents that I was in here, I won't tell them that you're up past your bed time.”
The kid seemed to consider it, and then nodded. “Okay.”
“Good,” he said. “So what is this stuff?”
Chance shrugged. “Mom brings it back from her 'ventures.”
“Adventures? What is your mom, Indiana Jones in a skirt?”
The kid shrugged and pointed to a photo sitting next to the computer. Victor picked it up, and blanched as he recognized several prominent members of the Justice League. The kid scrambled up in a chair so that he could look over Victor's shoulder at the photo. Then he started to point out the folks in the picture.
“That's Aunt Amazon, and Aunt Canary, and Uncle Batty and Uncle Codpiece.” He nodded as he pointed out the Green Arrow. “But dad said . . .”
“Let me guess,” Victor smiled wryly. “Your dad said not to let your mom hear you call them that.”
Chance nodded. “And the ring came from Uncle G'nort. It still works.”
Victor reached for the ring. But as his hand closed in on the box, a click from under his feet caused him to stop short. He looked down, then over to Chance with a questioning expression.
“Sorry Uncle Vic,” Chance shrugged. “I promised I wouldn't tattle. But I didn't say I wouldn't set off any burglar traps.”
Before Victor could move, a hidden trapdoor opened up, spilling him down a hidden tunnel and into a cage somewhere in the back of the garage.
“Remember not to tattle on me about being out of bed!” Chance yelled down as the trap door closed overhead.
Victor looked around the cage despondently. He had a sinking feeling that he'd been played.
Series: Chance Winchesterverse
Summary: Agent Hendrickson has finally tracked down Dean. He didn't bargan on Chance.
Author: pen37
Beta: strangevisitor7
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural/DCU
Characters: Agent Hendrickson, Chloe, Chance, Dean
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: g
Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3
Victor may have only been the fake babysitter, but he still took the job seriously. The kid got to watch one more episode of the Thundercats, and then it was off to take a bath and get into PJ's.
As he was tucking the kid in, Chance got a weird look on his face.
“Hey Uncle Vic?”
“I”m not your Uncle, kid.” Victor said.
“You're my sitter, right?”
“Yeah?”
“So you must be an Uncle.” Chance nodded in confirmation. “Only Aunts and Uncles get to watch me. Except for Uncle Bart. Mom says that I'm mature enough that I could babysit him.”
Victor sighed. “Was there supposed to be a question in there kid?”
“When the Thundercats arrive on third earth, they don't have any clothes on.”
“They've got fur.” Victor hedged. “They don't really need clothes.”
“So why do they put them on later if they don't need them?”
Victor stopped, and stared at the kid. That was a real stumper of a question. “Because the locals do?”
Chance rolled his eyes at that. “Yeah, you're a big furry lion with a sword. How is wearing pants supposed to make you fit in?”
The kid definitely had Winchester's mouth. But where did he get the argumentative streak?
“Bedtime for you, squirt,” Victor said.
“Now you sound like Uncle Sam,” the kid grumbled.
Victor reached for the light switch when Chance cried out “Wait!”
“What?” Victor blinked in confusion.
“You're supposed to check under the bed and in the closet.”
“Oh, right.” Victor nodded. “For closet monsters.”
“For shtriga,” Chance nodded seriously. “If I yell, you're 'posed to come shoot it.”
“Okay kid,” Victor nodded. He held his chuckle inside. Winchester had obviously been telling his kid some far-fetched stuff. Still . . .
The closet had an interesting assortment of toys, including a bow and arrow set, a weird ring with a lantern stamped on it and a box of Oreo cookies. The underside of the bed had more Oreos, and a bat-shaped grappling hook.
“Something you haven't told me, kid?” He raised an eyebrow at Chance.
“Uncle Batty gave me that,” Chance said. Then he leaned in closer to Victor, his voice dropping to a whisper. “But dad says not to let mom hear me call him that.”
“Does he?”
Chance nodded.
“Okay, bedtime, kiddo.” Victor stood from his crouched position next to the bed and shut off the lights. He left the door open just a crack, so he could hear the kid if he called. Then he set out to do some serious exploring.
The blueprints of the building that he'd looked over before arriving in Smallville showed an extra crawlspace beside the master bedroom. Victor found an access hatch behind a bunch of dresses in the walk-in closet. It had some kind of fancy looking electric lock on it, but the hatch was ajar. Mom had obviously left in a hurry and forgot to shut the door. Victor grinned at that. How very sloppy.
“Bingo,” he said. Then he drew his gun, and slid through the hatch.
He didn't know what to expect. Body parts or a torture chamber or something. He wasn't expecting the spare room to look like a cross between a museum and a command center. A large, battered and arrow-scarred Greek shield leaned against a desk. A spear and short sword had fallen beneath it on the floor. The bookcase on the other end of the room held lead boxes with heavy padlocks on them. And while several of them held occult symbols, the one on top looked like it had a figure eight drawn inside a diamond on it.
The wall above that held another shelf with one of those lantern rings in a padlocked glass jewelry case on it.
Victor was starting to wonder what he'd stumbled into when a noise from the access hatch drew his attention.
Chance stood there, a scowl on his face.
“You're not 'posed to be in here.” He said. “You are going to get in so much trouble.”
He grinned at the kid. “Tell you what, squirt. If you don't tell your parents that I was in here, I won't tell them that you're up past your bed time.”
The kid seemed to consider it, and then nodded. “Okay.”
“Good,” he said. “So what is this stuff?”
Chance shrugged. “Mom brings it back from her 'ventures.”
“Adventures? What is your mom, Indiana Jones in a skirt?”
The kid shrugged and pointed to a photo sitting next to the computer. Victor picked it up, and blanched as he recognized several prominent members of the Justice League. The kid scrambled up in a chair so that he could look over Victor's shoulder at the photo. Then he started to point out the folks in the picture.
“That's Aunt Amazon, and Aunt Canary, and Uncle Batty and Uncle Codpiece.” He nodded as he pointed out the Green Arrow. “But dad said . . .”
“Let me guess,” Victor smiled wryly. “Your dad said not to let your mom hear you call them that.”
Chance nodded. “And the ring came from Uncle G'nort. It still works.”
Victor reached for the ring. But as his hand closed in on the box, a click from under his feet caused him to stop short. He looked down, then over to Chance with a questioning expression.
“Sorry Uncle Vic,” Chance shrugged. “I promised I wouldn't tattle. But I didn't say I wouldn't set off any burglar traps.”
Before Victor could move, a hidden trapdoor opened up, spilling him down a hidden tunnel and into a cage somewhere in the back of the garage.
“Remember not to tattle on me about being out of bed!” Chance yelled down as the trap door closed overhead.
Victor looked around the cage despondently. He had a sinking feeling that he'd been played.