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crossoverfic2009-08-22 08:32 pm
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Entry tags:
Ashes To Ashes (2/?); Smallville/Supernatural; Lois/Dean, Lucy Lane; PG-13
Title: Ashes To Ashes (2/?)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rosie1234
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,372
Ships: Lois/Dean, Lois/Sam friendship, Lois/Lucy friendship, Castiel
Summary: “I'm an angel of the lord.”
Note: I plan on writing a chapter every time I write the plot for the next episode on the youtube series I'm helping with, so might be a while till the next one. Sorry for the Matt Damon crack but I just watched his new movie trailer.
For:crystalpumpkin
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
“I'm an angel of the lord.”
When my head breaks free, and fingers stop digging up my own grave (when I should be nothing but ashes), the one who made it all happen is standing over me.
Claiming with a serious tone that he's one of the magnificent creatures my mother once told me of, whispered words of faith into my ears at bedtime, but the first thing I do is not believe.
“And I'm Matt freaking Damon.”
-
“Goodnight, honey, let the angels bliss your dreams.”
Her tales of wonder, filled to the brim with holy light and those creatures that she believed in body and soul (only Sam following in her footsteps), were my bedtime stories each night that ended with a kiss and a smile.
(along with everything else I would miss with a deep ache in this busted heart of mine)
Along the way, when the darkness swallowed her up and ripped me open in one single blow, I lost that innocence and the need for faith.
But I think, if this stranger speaks nothing but the truth, that might change when the real thing is right before my very eyes.
-
Wings began to stretch out until they were pure white and I can count each feather, and if this didn't give a good enough reason to believe I don't know what would.
(after all I'm whole, flesh and blood, but most of all whole)
“Dean, we have no more time for your lack of faith, Lois Lane and your child are in grave danger.”
At her name, her who had been on my mind (safety tucked away in this twisted soul of mine) at the moment of my death and was there once again, everything with her name came flooding back faster then all the rest.
“My child?”
(my child, my child? A little me, and he will be just as awesome)
I had worried that when I bit the dust all I would leave behind was a car but that was before I had her in my arms (making unbreakable vows with a smile) and then I found I was leaving behind a loving brother, a wife that is everything and more, but most all a child.
“Well, then, Cas-afreaking-iel, let's give our asses in gear and save the day, times a ticking away and we got places to be.”
At the words child (John, how do I know that?) and danger I knew just what I had to do, save the only things in life I was living and breathing for, and do it fast.
After all I can't lose my world right after I just got it back.
(my world is her, it as been her from the start I just didn't know it yet)
-
Past (wedding day):
“Are you sure he's the one?”
It's a tradition of ours, me and little sister who was my whole world years ago (when my world was mean fathers and combat boots), to ask each other if the boyfriend of the moment is the 'one' right before we take a huge step.
Going steady, moving in, and most of all wedding days (with white dresses and hunters galore) but this time when she asked I knew the answer before her lips started moving,
(unlike the millions of others that got the dreaded no)
“Yes, Lucy I knew that he was the one at day one (even with all the yelling and guns) and I still know it and I'll know till the day I die. Hopefully after I get to grow old with my husband.”
In my life time I never thought those words would come from my life, after all the bad eggs that did nothing but break me apart, but I knew each word was filled with nothing but truth and I was ready to say 'I do' to him a millions times over.
(and smile wide as he did the same, making me wife and him husband)
“Damn, Lo, I've never seen you like this, it's awesome and I hope you get everything you want.”
From day one Lucy, who if you can believe it is even more reckless then me but good none the less, has been there for everything in my life and I've done the same for her.
(sisterhood is a bond not even the harshest evil can break apart)
I'm just glad that she's here to share the happiest day of my life and maybe someday I'll be there for her in the same way.
“You too, Luce, I've been seeing how you look at Sam and I approve. You two would be great together.”
Both Dean and me can see how their eyes find each other every chance they get, as if speaking without the pesky use of words (words can break, eyes just burn), and the way their smiles turn up the second they see one another.
(smiles and eyes helping chase away their demons, who are fighting back with a vengeance)
“Y-You do?”
Instead of lying, keeping herself from saying she loved the brother with demon blood in his veins and heart (who can't fight it alone), her cheeks turn bright red and I know right then and there that it won't be long before she has her very own one.
And I'm about to become the other half to mine with just two little words, and I'm his for the rest of our lives (young or old, in sickness or health).
-
“How could you do that, Sam?! I told you not to call Lucy and you went behind my back. Don't you love her as much as me? Don't you want her save?”
My fists were balled and did nothing but hit his chest, a picture of Lucy's grave stuck in my mind (after funeral with burning matches), until I couldn't anymore, until the tears took over and the anger fell away.
“Of course I do, I love her, but Lois, she had to know. I knew that she would rush over here to help you but I had to.”
Before I could scream anymore, scream my lungs out at the one it's my job to protect for bringing another losable life into this hell, Lucy was standing in our door way yet another person to see the tears that I thought we're all used up.
(millions spent on husband that I need more then anything now)
“Lucy, leave, please! I don't want you to get hurt-”
I want to say please until my voice fades, hoping it will make her leave and the pictures of the dead fade from my mind, her dead, Sam dead and all that's left is me.
(facing the big damn world by myself, while protecting baby along the way)
“Oh shut up and get your ass over here and hug your sister before I slap some sense into you.”
Her arms engulfed me, just like they did the moment 'Dean's dead' fell from my dead and tear filled lips and I knew that she would be the one to hold us all up, keep me from falling to pieces and pull Sam's eyes to her and away from the darkness.
“Thank you, thank you so goddamn much, Luce. I love you.”
“Ditto, big sis.”
Author:
rosie1234Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,372
Ships: Lois/Dean, Lois/Sam friendship, Lois/Lucy friendship, Castiel
Summary: “I'm an angel of the lord.”
Note: I plan on writing a chapter every time I write the plot for the next episode on the youtube series I'm helping with, so might be a while till the next one. Sorry for the Matt Damon crack but I just watched his new movie trailer.
For:
crystalpumpkinDisclaimer: Not Mine.
“I'm an angel of the lord.”
When my head breaks free, and fingers stop digging up my own grave (when I should be nothing but ashes), the one who made it all happen is standing over me.
Claiming with a serious tone that he's one of the magnificent creatures my mother once told me of, whispered words of faith into my ears at bedtime, but the first thing I do is not believe.
“And I'm Matt freaking Damon.”
-
“Goodnight, honey, let the angels bliss your dreams.”
Her tales of wonder, filled to the brim with holy light and those creatures that she believed in body and soul (only Sam following in her footsteps), were my bedtime stories each night that ended with a kiss and a smile.
(along with everything else I would miss with a deep ache in this busted heart of mine)
Along the way, when the darkness swallowed her up and ripped me open in one single blow, I lost that innocence and the need for faith.
But I think, if this stranger speaks nothing but the truth, that might change when the real thing is right before my very eyes.
-
Wings began to stretch out until they were pure white and I can count each feather, and if this didn't give a good enough reason to believe I don't know what would.
(after all I'm whole, flesh and blood, but most of all whole)
“Dean, we have no more time for your lack of faith, Lois Lane and your child are in grave danger.”
At her name, her who had been on my mind (safety tucked away in this twisted soul of mine) at the moment of my death and was there once again, everything with her name came flooding back faster then all the rest.
“My child?”
(my child, my child? A little me, and he will be just as awesome)
I had worried that when I bit the dust all I would leave behind was a car but that was before I had her in my arms (making unbreakable vows with a smile) and then I found I was leaving behind a loving brother, a wife that is everything and more, but most all a child.
“Well, then, Cas-afreaking-iel, let's give our asses in gear and save the day, times a ticking away and we got places to be.”
At the words child (John, how do I know that?) and danger I knew just what I had to do, save the only things in life I was living and breathing for, and do it fast.
After all I can't lose my world right after I just got it back.
(my world is her, it as been her from the start I just didn't know it yet)
-
Past (wedding day):
“Are you sure he's the one?”
It's a tradition of ours, me and little sister who was my whole world years ago (when my world was mean fathers and combat boots), to ask each other if the boyfriend of the moment is the 'one' right before we take a huge step.
Going steady, moving in, and most of all wedding days (with white dresses and hunters galore) but this time when she asked I knew the answer before her lips started moving,
(unlike the millions of others that got the dreaded no)
“Yes, Lucy I knew that he was the one at day one (even with all the yelling and guns) and I still know it and I'll know till the day I die. Hopefully after I get to grow old with my husband.”
In my life time I never thought those words would come from my life, after all the bad eggs that did nothing but break me apart, but I knew each word was filled with nothing but truth and I was ready to say 'I do' to him a millions times over.
(and smile wide as he did the same, making me wife and him husband)
“Damn, Lo, I've never seen you like this, it's awesome and I hope you get everything you want.”
From day one Lucy, who if you can believe it is even more reckless then me but good none the less, has been there for everything in my life and I've done the same for her.
(sisterhood is a bond not even the harshest evil can break apart)
I'm just glad that she's here to share the happiest day of my life and maybe someday I'll be there for her in the same way.
“You too, Luce, I've been seeing how you look at Sam and I approve. You two would be great together.”
Both Dean and me can see how their eyes find each other every chance they get, as if speaking without the pesky use of words (words can break, eyes just burn), and the way their smiles turn up the second they see one another.
(smiles and eyes helping chase away their demons, who are fighting back with a vengeance)
“Y-You do?”
Instead of lying, keeping herself from saying she loved the brother with demon blood in his veins and heart (who can't fight it alone), her cheeks turn bright red and I know right then and there that it won't be long before she has her very own one.
And I'm about to become the other half to mine with just two little words, and I'm his for the rest of our lives (young or old, in sickness or health).
-
“How could you do that, Sam?! I told you not to call Lucy and you went behind my back. Don't you love her as much as me? Don't you want her save?”
My fists were balled and did nothing but hit his chest, a picture of Lucy's grave stuck in my mind (after funeral with burning matches), until I couldn't anymore, until the tears took over and the anger fell away.
“Of course I do, I love her, but Lois, she had to know. I knew that she would rush over here to help you but I had to.”
Before I could scream anymore, scream my lungs out at the one it's my job to protect for bringing another losable life into this hell, Lucy was standing in our door way yet another person to see the tears that I thought we're all used up.
(millions spent on husband that I need more then anything now)
“Lucy, leave, please! I don't want you to get hurt-”
I want to say please until my voice fades, hoping it will make her leave and the pictures of the dead fade from my mind, her dead, Sam dead and all that's left is me.
(facing the big damn world by myself, while protecting baby along the way)
“Oh shut up and get your ass over here and hug your sister before I slap some sense into you.”
Her arms engulfed me, just like they did the moment 'Dean's dead' fell from my dead and tear filled lips and I knew that she would be the one to hold us all up, keep me from falling to pieces and pull Sam's eyes to her and away from the darkness.
“Thank you, thank you so goddamn much, Luce. I love you.”
“Ditto, big sis.”