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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-11-24 01:09 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-11-24 01:09 am
Bobby/Ellen - Anything You Need
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Anything You Need
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Rating: FRT
Characters: Bobby Singer/Ellen Harvelle
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15pairings Prompt: 14. Friends First, Lovers Second
fic_variations Prompt: Shakespeare (#3)
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Bobby heads back to the Roadhouse to pay his respects.
Author's Note: Set pre-series. Used the prompt "The course of true love never did run smooth." I kinda like this.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Bobby didn’t come by the Roadhouse often. It wasn’t that he was opposed to it in anyway, he just didn’t feel the need to stop by unless he was looking for help, information, or just some company, and they didn’t seem to come around too often when he was in the area. Tonight he was making an exception though, because he didn’t need any of the above, but he wasn’t an asshole either. He would stop by to pay his respects, just like a good person should. He knew if the situation was reversed, Bill and Ellen would have done the same for him.
He wasn’t going to deny that the loss was hitting him, and hitting him hard. In the business they were in, the idea was to make as many contacts as possible, but as few friends as you could help. People seemed to come and go far faster than they should, and the easiest way to keep your edge and your mind clear was to not get yourself too attached too soon. But the Harvelles—they treated you like family the minute you walked in the door, and it was very hard not to respond in kind. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what Ellen and Jo were going through right now, losing Bill like they did, but he was going to try and be there the best he could, no matter what that requires.
The drive to the Roadhouse wasn’t far from where he was, but he left late enough so that by the time he got there, all the well wishers were gone, and Ellen was closing up for the night. She usually left the door open for any of the last stragglers who happened to be coming through at the end of the night, and even though this occasion was much more somber than usual, the rule still applied. He still knocked lightly on the door as he opened it, not wanting to intrude if she didn’t want him there.
Ellen looked up from where she was wiping down the bar and gave him a warm smile, but it wasn’t as warm as it usually was—not that he could blame her. “Hey Bobby,” she sighed, before reaching behind the bar and popping open a beer for him without him even asking.
Bobby just returned the smile, before sliding up on the stool, “How you holdin’ up?”
“Best I can,” she replied slowly, going back to wiping down the bar. “World doesn’t stop just because he’s gone—gotta pick up and keep going, no matter what.”
“Yeah,” he nodded slowly. “Yeah, that makes sense.” He was quiet for a minute, just sipping his beer, and watching her as she went, rubbing the bar down more slowly than she usually did. He took another long pull from his beer, before speaking up again. “How’s Jo takin’ it?”
“She’s handlin’ it best she can,” Ellen said with a sigh. “She’s too little to really understand what’s goin’ on.”
He nodded again, “Well, if you two need anything, you let me know, alright?”
“I will,” she nodded with a sigh. “But I think we’ll be alright.”
“I’m sure John’s gonna be around eventually, offer his help as well.”
At the mention of the other man’s name, he saw Ellen’s face darken. He had never seen her that angry before, and it scared him slightly, wondering what he might have said in order to get that kind of reaction from him.
“John Winchester better stay far away from what’s left of my family,” Ellen said quickly. “For a long time at least.”
Bobby frowned slightly, confused at the woman’s response. He thought that she and John were friends, and this reaction isn’t one that friends should have. Especially not at times like this. His face seemed to say all that he needed to, and he didn’t have to ask what she meant.
“John was with Bill on the hunt. He screwed up.” Bobby could hear her voice cracking from the effort and the emotion, and he couldn’t do anything but let her finish, knowing that this wasn’t something she would make up, or an accusation Ellen would throw around. “Bill’s dead because of him, Bobby. John ain’t coming anywhere near my little girl—not anytime soon.”
There wasn’t anything Bobby could say to try and dispute that—John wasn’t something he wanted to lose his friendship with Ellen over—he hadn’t known John long enough for that. He wasn’t sure he believed what she was saying though. John was a rookie, but he was a decent hunter. He couldn’t have screwed up that badly. But then again, he knew the business they were in, and anything could happen, even to the best hunter.
“I’m sorry, Ellen.”
“You and me both,” Ellen said sharply, turning her attention back to the bar again. She was quiet for a while, before she looked up at him again. “You mind stayin’ here tonight, Bobby?” she asked slowly, wringing the rag in her hands. “I’d—I’d feel more comfortable if there was a friend around.”
“You got it,” Bobby nodded, taking another long sip of his beer. “I can stay as long as you need me too.”
“Thanks, Bobby,” Ellen replied softly, before moving over and giving his hand a quick squeeze. Bobby turned his hand over and gave her a squeeze back, and a small smile.
“Anytime, Ellen.”
Title: Anything You Need
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Bobby Singer/Ellen Harvelle
15pairings Prompt: 14. Friends First, Lovers Secondfic_variations Prompt: Shakespeare (#3)Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Bobby heads back to the Roadhouse to pay his respects.
Author's Note: Set pre-series. Used the prompt "The course of true love never did run smooth." I kinda like this.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Bobby didn’t come by the Roadhouse often. It wasn’t that he was opposed to it in anyway, he just didn’t feel the need to stop by unless he was looking for help, information, or just some company, and they didn’t seem to come around too often when he was in the area. Tonight he was making an exception though, because he didn’t need any of the above, but he wasn’t an asshole either. He would stop by to pay his respects, just like a good person should. He knew if the situation was reversed, Bill and Ellen would have done the same for him.
He wasn’t going to deny that the loss was hitting him, and hitting him hard. In the business they were in, the idea was to make as many contacts as possible, but as few friends as you could help. People seemed to come and go far faster than they should, and the easiest way to keep your edge and your mind clear was to not get yourself too attached too soon. But the Harvelles—they treated you like family the minute you walked in the door, and it was very hard not to respond in kind. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what Ellen and Jo were going through right now, losing Bill like they did, but he was going to try and be there the best he could, no matter what that requires.
The drive to the Roadhouse wasn’t far from where he was, but he left late enough so that by the time he got there, all the well wishers were gone, and Ellen was closing up for the night. She usually left the door open for any of the last stragglers who happened to be coming through at the end of the night, and even though this occasion was much more somber than usual, the rule still applied. He still knocked lightly on the door as he opened it, not wanting to intrude if she didn’t want him there.
Ellen looked up from where she was wiping down the bar and gave him a warm smile, but it wasn’t as warm as it usually was—not that he could blame her. “Hey Bobby,” she sighed, before reaching behind the bar and popping open a beer for him without him even asking.
Bobby just returned the smile, before sliding up on the stool, “How you holdin’ up?”
“Best I can,” she replied slowly, going back to wiping down the bar. “World doesn’t stop just because he’s gone—gotta pick up and keep going, no matter what.”
“Yeah,” he nodded slowly. “Yeah, that makes sense.” He was quiet for a minute, just sipping his beer, and watching her as she went, rubbing the bar down more slowly than she usually did. He took another long pull from his beer, before speaking up again. “How’s Jo takin’ it?”
“She’s handlin’ it best she can,” Ellen said with a sigh. “She’s too little to really understand what’s goin’ on.”
He nodded again, “Well, if you two need anything, you let me know, alright?”
“I will,” she nodded with a sigh. “But I think we’ll be alright.”
“I’m sure John’s gonna be around eventually, offer his help as well.”
At the mention of the other man’s name, he saw Ellen’s face darken. He had never seen her that angry before, and it scared him slightly, wondering what he might have said in order to get that kind of reaction from him.
“John Winchester better stay far away from what’s left of my family,” Ellen said quickly. “For a long time at least.”
Bobby frowned slightly, confused at the woman’s response. He thought that she and John were friends, and this reaction isn’t one that friends should have. Especially not at times like this. His face seemed to say all that he needed to, and he didn’t have to ask what she meant.
“John was with Bill on the hunt. He screwed up.” Bobby could hear her voice cracking from the effort and the emotion, and he couldn’t do anything but let her finish, knowing that this wasn’t something she would make up, or an accusation Ellen would throw around. “Bill’s dead because of him, Bobby. John ain’t coming anywhere near my little girl—not anytime soon.”
There wasn’t anything Bobby could say to try and dispute that—John wasn’t something he wanted to lose his friendship with Ellen over—he hadn’t known John long enough for that. He wasn’t sure he believed what she was saying though. John was a rookie, but he was a decent hunter. He couldn’t have screwed up that badly. But then again, he knew the business they were in, and anything could happen, even to the best hunter.
“I’m sorry, Ellen.”
“You and me both,” Ellen said sharply, turning her attention back to the bar again. She was quiet for a while, before she looked up at him again. “You mind stayin’ here tonight, Bobby?” she asked slowly, wringing the rag in her hands. “I’d—I’d feel more comfortable if there was a friend around.”
“You got it,” Bobby nodded, taking another long sip of his beer. “I can stay as long as you need me too.”
“Thanks, Bobby,” Ellen replied softly, before moving over and giving his hand a quick squeeze. Bobby turned his hand over and gave her a squeeze back, and a small smile.
“Anytime, Ellen.”
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I'm glad you liked it.
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I just love reading stuff of this nature, especially if they are good. And this one was right up there.
Thanks muchly for sharing :)
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I'm glad you liked it.
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I'm glad you liked it.
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Hope you won't mind me nitpickin': He spoke up after another long pull from his beer, before speaking up again. “How’s Jo takin’ it?” He spoke up... before speaking again. One of those is redundant.
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Oh, not at all! Thank you for catching that.