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crossoverficTitle: Tight Smile
Fandom: Supernatural/Lost
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rosie1234
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Jo/Ben
Word Count: 641
Prompt: Weekend
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theechochorus
Rating: PG-13
Never in my wild dreams did I think I would be taken down by one human man (if you can call him human at all), after the demons I’ve brought down, and end up being locked up once again.
(this time on a remote island instead of a bar)
However this time there was no Winchester brothers to save the day, they thought I was tucked in bed dreaming of hunting creatures (safe with mommy); I was thousands of miles away from rescue.
“Why are you keeping me here?”
The drugs were starting to leave my system (up until now I had seen him as a very short demon with glasses) so I could finally put sentences together and it would only be matter of time before I tried to escape.
This was obviously known because I was locked up so tight that the idea of escape was like the idea of me and Dean, impossible.
(and here was the great hunter becoming a captive of an old and incredibly creepy man)
“I’m not keeping you anywhere, Joanna, you belong here. You’re mine.”
Instead of sticking around to explain, all I got was the foreboding ‘You’re Mine’, he made sure I had no way of getting free and went off to be his villain self.
(later I would find out he was off kidnapping pregnant girls and trying to cut out their babies)
“Why me?”
The next time he blessed me with his presence, bringing me a four course dinner and champagne as if that would ease my troubled mine (and not make me want to strangle him with his tie), I made it a mission of mine to finally get answers.
“I’ve never met anyone like you, Joanna; all I’ve seen in my life are weak people, who ended up in the ground. But you, Jo, are different; you are the strong kind I need beside me.”
He tried to put his hands on mine as if making a statement that I was truly his and I had no say in it, but I was faster than him and managed to dodge those greedy little hands.
(those hands that now pull my strings like the good puppet I have become)
“But what if I don’t want to be by your side, or even look at your weasel face? How does that hinder your plan, Ben?”
Instead of slapping me like the other captors I’ve had loved to do, Lestat sure enjoyed knocking me around, he only gave me a tight smile and that scared me more than physical violence ever has.
(there was something deeply wrong with that smile and I did not want to figure out what it was)
“I don’t, Joanna, I only have to show you pictures of all of those lovely family members of yours. Then I say just how I’m going to kill them, one by one, and you’ll fall in line. I’m I right, dear?”
Each photo he pulled out, Ash, my mom, and even the Winchester boys, had a target around their faces and on Dean’s photo he had scratched out his eyes.
(making him jealous now seemed like a very bad thing)
“Y-You’re right, Ben.”
It took every part of me to fall in line, let his hands find mine without me pulling away, because of that twisted smile I believed that he wasn’t making empty threats.
“Now be a good girl and give me a kiss, we are husband and wife after all.”
Despite my urge to slam my sparkly knife in his throat, I knew that he had too many followers that would carry out his plans for him; instead I kissed his waiting lips and cracked a fake smile.
“You’ll have to work on that smile, darling, you’re my trophy wife now and you have to look your best.”
Fandom: Supernatural/Lost
Author:
rosie1234Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Jo/Ben
Word Count: 641
Prompt: Weekend
For:
theechochorusRating: PG-13
Never in my wild dreams did I think I would be taken down by one human man (if you can call him human at all), after the demons I’ve brought down, and end up being locked up once again.
(this time on a remote island instead of a bar)
However this time there was no Winchester brothers to save the day, they thought I was tucked in bed dreaming of hunting creatures (safe with mommy); I was thousands of miles away from rescue.
“Why are you keeping me here?”
The drugs were starting to leave my system (up until now I had seen him as a very short demon with glasses) so I could finally put sentences together and it would only be matter of time before I tried to escape.
This was obviously known because I was locked up so tight that the idea of escape was like the idea of me and Dean, impossible.
(and here was the great hunter becoming a captive of an old and incredibly creepy man)
“I’m not keeping you anywhere, Joanna, you belong here. You’re mine.”
Instead of sticking around to explain, all I got was the foreboding ‘You’re Mine’, he made sure I had no way of getting free and went off to be his villain self.
(later I would find out he was off kidnapping pregnant girls and trying to cut out their babies)
“Why me?”
The next time he blessed me with his presence, bringing me a four course dinner and champagne as if that would ease my troubled mine (and not make me want to strangle him with his tie), I made it a mission of mine to finally get answers.
“I’ve never met anyone like you, Joanna; all I’ve seen in my life are weak people, who ended up in the ground. But you, Jo, are different; you are the strong kind I need beside me.”
He tried to put his hands on mine as if making a statement that I was truly his and I had no say in it, but I was faster than him and managed to dodge those greedy little hands.
(those hands that now pull my strings like the good puppet I have become)
“But what if I don’t want to be by your side, or even look at your weasel face? How does that hinder your plan, Ben?”
Instead of slapping me like the other captors I’ve had loved to do, Lestat sure enjoyed knocking me around, he only gave me a tight smile and that scared me more than physical violence ever has.
(there was something deeply wrong with that smile and I did not want to figure out what it was)
“I don’t, Joanna, I only have to show you pictures of all of those lovely family members of yours. Then I say just how I’m going to kill them, one by one, and you’ll fall in line. I’m I right, dear?”
Each photo he pulled out, Ash, my mom, and even the Winchester boys, had a target around their faces and on Dean’s photo he had scratched out his eyes.
(making him jealous now seemed like a very bad thing)
“Y-You’re right, Ben.”
It took every part of me to fall in line, let his hands find mine without me pulling away, because of that twisted smile I believed that he wasn’t making empty threats.
“Now be a good girl and give me a kiss, we are husband and wife after all.”
Despite my urge to slam my sparkly knife in his throat, I knew that he had too many followers that would carry out his plans for him; instead I kissed his waiting lips and cracked a fake smile.
“You’ll have to work on that smile, darling, you’re my trophy wife now and you have to look your best.”
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