Fic: League of Extrordinary Winchesters (Part the Eighth)
Yay! I wrote this in time to have it beta-read \O/
Fic: League of Extrordinary Winchesters (Part the Eighth)
Series: Chance Winchesterverse
Summary:Ben gets yet another fractured history lesson.
Author:pen37
Beta:
muses_circle
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chance, Ben, Chloe, Dean
Rating: PG-13 to R for Adult Humor.
Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10
Written for spawnfic tues
Once they exorcised the demon, Chloe left to escort home the confused matron whom the demon had been riding. Chance and Ben settled in with Dad around the workbench to look at a gun he had been working on. They’d barely gotten the thing taken apart when Chloe came running back into the workshop.
“Dr. Tate is headed this way.”
A murderous look crossed Dean’s face as he stood. He was already reaching for another gun when Chloe grabbed his arm. “Not now. Let’s just go!”
He glared at her. But she glared back. Finally he rolled his eye and nodded. “Boys, we’re going upstairs. Get rid of the doc.”
Chance and Ben looked at each other in confusion as Dean and Chloe left. Before long, a man dressed in a brown suit, bowler hat, high collar and spats minced his way into the room.
Chance took one look at him, and decided that he didn’t like him. “What do you want?”
Ben looked from the doc to Chance in confusion. Then he crossed his arms and frowned.
“Who are you?” The doctor asked.
“Chance Winchester. This is my brother Ben. Dad’s not here. What do you want?”
Dr. Tate seemed taken aback by Chance’s frosty demeanor. “Oh . . is your father’s young bride in?” The doctor seemed to salivate over the words ‘young bride.’
“What do you want with Mom?” Chance decided that he liked the doc even less by the way he looked when he thought about mom.
The doctor smiled ingratiatingly. “I just wanted to check to see if she was feeling vaporish. If so, I thought I could prescribe a home remedy.”
“Mom doesn’t need any of your remedies.” Chance said as he grasped the doctor by his high collar, spun him and pushed him out the door. “And I think if Dad catches you around, he might take exception to your face.”
“Now see here you little ruffian,” the doctor spluttered. “You can’t manhandle a fine, upstanding member of the community . . .”
“Then don’t come around.” Chance shoved him out of the shop.
The doctor stood straighter in the street, and made a show of straightening his collar. “I can see where my help isn’t wanted.”
Chance could sense Ben coming to stand next to him. He put considerable effort into standing at his full height and looming. Lena said that he was good at it when he put his mind to it.
“That’s right. Keep walking.”
Once the doctor had left, Ben gave chance a confused look. “You mind telling me what that was all about?”
Chance sighed. “I’ll say this once. Don’t make me repeat it. Barbers were the ones who performed surgery in the old west. That’s why we call something barbaric. Doctors treated disorders and prescribed drugs. It’s kind of a history joke that most of a doctor’s pay came from treating hysteria in women.”
Ben blinked at that.
Chance rolled his eyes. “The hysteria came from not having frequent . . . um . . .” Chance looked furtively up in the direction that Mom and Dad had gone. Then he looked back at Ben, his face red and his eyes pleading for understanding.
A look of dawning comprehension swept over Ben’s face. “They never mentioned that on Dr. Quinn.” He shot an angry glare in the direction that Dr. Tate had gone. “What a perv.”
Chance nodded. “I bet he was thinking ‘pretty young girl. Married to some old guy. Bet she’s lonely’.”
“Then he really doesn’t know Dad that well,” Ben snickered. Then a contemplative look crossed his face. “You know, my mom was right.”
“About what?” Chance asked.
“I should have become a doctor.”
Fic: League of Extrordinary Winchesters (Part the Eighth)
Series: Chance Winchesterverse
Summary:Ben gets yet another fractured history lesson.
Author:pen37
Beta:
muses_circle
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chance, Ben, Chloe, Dean
Rating: PG-13 to R for Adult Humor.
Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10
Written for spawnfic tues
Once they exorcised the demon, Chloe left to escort home the confused matron whom the demon had been riding. Chance and Ben settled in with Dad around the workbench to look at a gun he had been working on. They’d barely gotten the thing taken apart when Chloe came running back into the workshop.
“Dr. Tate is headed this way.”
A murderous look crossed Dean’s face as he stood. He was already reaching for another gun when Chloe grabbed his arm. “Not now. Let’s just go!”
He glared at her. But she glared back. Finally he rolled his eye and nodded. “Boys, we’re going upstairs. Get rid of the doc.”
Chance and Ben looked at each other in confusion as Dean and Chloe left. Before long, a man dressed in a brown suit, bowler hat, high collar and spats minced his way into the room.
Chance took one look at him, and decided that he didn’t like him. “What do you want?”
Ben looked from the doc to Chance in confusion. Then he crossed his arms and frowned.
“Who are you?” The doctor asked.
“Chance Winchester. This is my brother Ben. Dad’s not here. What do you want?”
Dr. Tate seemed taken aback by Chance’s frosty demeanor. “Oh . . is your father’s young bride in?” The doctor seemed to salivate over the words ‘young bride.’
“What do you want with Mom?” Chance decided that he liked the doc even less by the way he looked when he thought about mom.
The doctor smiled ingratiatingly. “I just wanted to check to see if she was feeling vaporish. If so, I thought I could prescribe a home remedy.”
“Mom doesn’t need any of your remedies.” Chance said as he grasped the doctor by his high collar, spun him and pushed him out the door. “And I think if Dad catches you around, he might take exception to your face.”
“Now see here you little ruffian,” the doctor spluttered. “You can’t manhandle a fine, upstanding member of the community . . .”
“Then don’t come around.” Chance shoved him out of the shop.
The doctor stood straighter in the street, and made a show of straightening his collar. “I can see where my help isn’t wanted.”
Chance could sense Ben coming to stand next to him. He put considerable effort into standing at his full height and looming. Lena said that he was good at it when he put his mind to it.
“That’s right. Keep walking.”
Once the doctor had left, Ben gave chance a confused look. “You mind telling me what that was all about?”
Chance sighed. “I’ll say this once. Don’t make me repeat it. Barbers were the ones who performed surgery in the old west. That’s why we call something barbaric. Doctors treated disorders and prescribed drugs. It’s kind of a history joke that most of a doctor’s pay came from treating hysteria in women.”
Ben blinked at that.
Chance rolled his eyes. “The hysteria came from not having frequent . . . um . . .” Chance looked furtively up in the direction that Mom and Dad had gone. Then he looked back at Ben, his face red and his eyes pleading for understanding.
A look of dawning comprehension swept over Ben’s face. “They never mentioned that on Dr. Quinn.” He shot an angry glare in the direction that Dr. Tate had gone. “What a perv.”
Chance nodded. “I bet he was thinking ‘pretty young girl. Married to some old guy. Bet she’s lonely’.”
“Then he really doesn’t know Dad that well,” Ben snickered. Then a contemplative look crossed his face. “You know, my mom was right.”
“About what?” Chance asked.
“I should have become a doctor.”