The Time Is Near - Chapter 1
Title: The Time is Near
Author: Unbreakable
Fandom: Hellblazer/Supernatural/DCU
Pairings: None for now
Ratings: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Constantine, his allies and enemies belong to Allan Moore and DC Comics; Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and Warner Brothers/CBS please do not sue.
Author Note’s: This is a WIP, It will be long and involved and probably take me at least a year to finish, please give feedback for it will be appreciated, more intense notes and all references will be sited in final chapter.
Previous parts: http://community.livejournal.com/sn_crossovers/749358.html
Chapter 1
Zatanna Zatara
‘Mmmm, bacon. So good. I love bacon…’
John rolled over, smiling to himself at the thought of a good old-fashioned fry up, ‘Haven’t had one of those in years, eggs, cheese, some of those cro - ‘
John sat up so fast he fell off the bed, sending books and papers flying.
“The fuck?!”
Slowly, with only a few grunts and groans…
‘Hate getting old, pain in the ass it is’
He pushed himself to his knees and then to standing, looking down at himself
‘Yup. Still clothed’
Confirming that no, he hadn’t pulled in his, perhaps unwisely, drunken state last night.
John sighed, running a hand through his short, dirty blond hair, and stepped his bare feet cautiously over the various spell books, weapons and…
‘The hell is that?’
That were scattered around his floor, going over to the side table and grabbing a fag, figuring that who or what ever was out in his kitchen cooking up bacon and eggs, and making some incredibly mouth watering coffee that John was gonna get a cup of before he did a damn thing else, wasn’t planning on gutting him where he stood so no need to get all worked up at, he peered at the bedside clock blearily,
‘Fuck you Chas for even mentioning glasses’
Half past two in the afternoon so he could afford a ciggie to get the day started right.
With a grunt, he pushed open the door to his bedroom, making his way down the short hallway and into the space that had once looked like a living room but was now nothing more then another place to put various books and scrolls, as well as the occasional weapon, like his double-bladed axe, on any handy surface, when a cup of that delicious smelling coffee floated up to him, eyebrows raised John grabbed it, and took a sip, ‘Black and sweet, perfect…’
And continued on, a small smile starting to cross his face as he took in the cloths and dusters currently working around his clutter, not moving things so much as neatening up, walking on through to the kitchen, spotting a familiar raven-haired figure, clad in snug jeans and simple black t-shirt, singing quietly as she cooked, flicking a hand towards the dishes that had been sitting in the sink for who knows how long, turning on the faucet and pouring liquid, while another rag began the task of cleaning them.
“Morning John, I trust you slept well?”
John grinned, sitting down on the barstool that was beside the little island in his kitchen and reached out to snag a roll, eliciting a ‘Tsk’ from his guest, “I slept great Zee, though if I’d known you were going to be here I’d have gotten up a lot sooner.”
Zatanna turned playful blue eyes and a naughty smirk towards him, “I just bet you would’ve, the question is would it have been for the food? Or me?”
“Does it have to be one or the other? Both sound good to me, but then, you know that,” John replied, pushing back an errant strand of black hair from Zee’s forehead as she leaned over to give him soft kiss.
Never one to pass up an opportunity John threaded his fingers through the thick hair under his touch, pulling Zee back before she could move away, “That’s not a proper greeting and you know it,” kissing her long and deep, tongue teasing out hers, tasting the coffee she’d already had, the faint undertone of mint, and the unmistakable taste of Zatanna beneath all of that, pulling back John whispered against the full lips pressed to his, “That’s better, much better.”
Sighing Zee, moved back, shaking her head a little, but her eyes held more than just a promise of some fun to come and that was fine by John, however, “Not that I mind, but won’t the pointy-eared psychosis twins be missing your fine, fine ass?”
A shadow flickered through those eyes that he knew so well before Zee said quietly, “I’m sure they will, however, I need some time away, and you clearly need someone to take you in hand so…”
Head tilted to the side John watched Zee through narrowed eyes before nodding once, “Okay. So, who sent you? I mean, I’m sure you would’ve shown up here eventually but something tells me you that whatever happened on your side of the pond, that we are distinctly not talking about, gave you a need for more then just a getaway. You wanted, hell, maybe needed a project and while even I know I’m fucked up enough for a lifetime of work, not many people know how bad it’s been lately.”
When Zatanna said nothing, just handed him a plate loaded with enough food for three of him, and watched him with those big blue eyes of hers, he continued on, “And not many people know that you’re one of the few beings on this plane or the next who’d I’d actually consider talking to, so again I ask, who sent you?”
Zee shook her head and gave a wry grin, “I told him you’d be like this.”
John raised his eyebrows at her, silently asking for elaboration, while still managing to stuff at least three forkfuls of eggs in his mouth at once.
Zee rolled her eyes but answered anyway, “Jason, okay? Jason sent me. Said his father had passed on the information that something horrible had happened to you, that despite your past interference, he knows that Jason cares for you and would want to know what was going on, so as much as Belail loves watching you suffer, he loves Jason more. And since Jason’s a little busy cleaning up the mess that Morgaine made with her latest stunt, and trying to figure out some prophecy he stumbled on, and knowing that I - I needed to be…elsewhere, here I am,” Zee’s lips twist, “Happy?”
Holding up a finger, John swallowed down his mouthful and smirked, “Ecstatic,” at Zee’s huff John grabbed her hand, twining their fingers together and pulling her around the island to land in his lap, “I mean it. With all that’s happened, to me, to those around me, most of which is, let’s be honest, my fault, it’s good to know that there are still people out there who give a damn.”
“We’ll always give a damn John. Besides, it’s not like any of us has a right to judge you or your fuck-ups, not even Bruce, no matter how much he’d like to think he does. Just…be patient with those of us who take longer to pull our heads out of our asses, and don’t destroy yourself. Please. Cheryl wouldn’t have wanted that, and despite what they say, neither do Chas and Gemma, just give them time,” Zee replied softly, snuggling closer, soft lips brushing John’s neck.
“Time’s the one thing I’ve got, for good or bad. But no more of it for this maudlin wankery, tell me your not here just to take care of me, hmmm? I know you Zee and you’re incapable of keeping a low profile, so what is it, what other thing brought you here?” John prodded.
Zee pulled back, looking him in the eyes, assessing him as he’d done her. Whatever she saw must have been satisfactory, because she smiled slowly, “Well, know how I mentioned that Jason found a prophecy? Guess whose name is mentioned, if Jason’s translation is right?”
John’s eyes widened and he felt his hackles rising, “No. No way.”
“Hey, you asked,” Zee said grinning.
“Damn it! I hate prophecies!”
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[1] For more on what happened to Zatanna look into this: Heart of Hush (Detective Comics #846-850)
[2] For more on Jason look here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jason_Blood and http://jl.toonzone.net/etrigan/etrigan.htm