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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2008-07-07 09:36 pm
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Adam/Bela - Looking for Answers
Okay, so -- when I first started writing the Bela-dies-and-Adam-brings-her-back part of the storyline, I expected Kripke to kill her, but I didn't expect him to do it quite like that. So! This piece is trying to work that in, however, the plot spackle may not exactly come in some kind of order. Here's the first part that came to me, and I think I'm going to jump around a bit as I research and fill in the gaps.
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stagesoflove is technically done, but -- I want to finish all of them anyway. I did claim them, I just didn't have the time to do them in the time that they were due.
Fandom: Heroes/Supernatural
Title: Looking for Answers
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Adam Monroe, Bobby Singer, implied Adam/Bela
7_crossovers Prompt: 4. Flavor
stagesoflove Prompt: Acceptance
Content Warning: Spoilers through 315: Time is on my Side (Supernatural) and Season 2 (Heroes)
Summary: Adam searches out an expert in looking for how to help Bela.
Author's Note: Happy birthday,defy_n_gravity! And there might be more later to make up for me not being around much today.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Heroes or Supernatural. They're owned by NBC and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
He had to admit, he was slightly disappointed that the place was mildly predictable. Bela had spoken so highly of Bobby that Adam had expected—more, for lack of a better word. He had hoped that the man was on the same tier as most of Bela’s clientele, but apparently, he was wrong. All he knew was this man probably had the answer to their predicament, and if he did, Adam was going to find it. He wasn’t prepared to lose Bela in this way. Not quite yet.
The place was run down and shabby, typical of someone who probably didn’t care what was thought of his appearance or how that effected first impressions. He could hear a dog barking in the background as he approached, and there were car parts and other pieces of machinery scattered all over the place. The man lived in a salvage yard, and yet, he seemed very unashamed of it. This wasn’t a man who cared about appearance or how much money he had. This was someone who was looking for a connection of like minds alone, and fortunately it was his knowledge of demons that Adam wanted to pick, rather than his taste in exterior design.
He was about ten feet from the door when a shot went off. He felt the shotgun shells just breeze past his torso, and when he looked up, there was a scruffy looking older man glaring down at him, smoking shotgun in one hand and a rather annoyed look on his face. Adam pursed his lips slightly at the near attempt on his life, and decided that maybe speaking first would be the best resort in this situation.
“You missed.”
But possibly not to say that.
The man on the porch only scowled a bit more, before pushing back the bill of his hat and studying the man in front of him. “It was a warnin’ shot,” he replied. “I’m gonna see whatcha want before I really shoot you.”
“I’m looking for Bobby Singer.”
The man frowned slightly, before responding. “What do you want with him, exactly?”
Adam’s eyes narrowed slightly, before straightening a little more. He had been hoping for somewhere a bit more—discreet—to have this conversation, but apparently this profession that Bela was in didn’t go for subtle. “I’ve been told you’re quite the expert on demonic deals,” he sighed, letting his hands hang limply at his side, so that he didn’t seem like more of a threat than he already had. “I was hoping I could get some information.”
At this, the man cocked his head to the side slightly, and Adam briefly wondered what kind of deduction he was making. He wondered if Bela had enlightened Bobby on her situation, or if he thought Adam had made a deal of his own. He did drop the shotgun, however, and Adam relaxed a little more at that—not completely, but he was more at ease than he had been before.
“They screwed you over too, huh?”
Adam smiled slightly at that, trying to appear as amiable as possible. “Actually, it’s more of an associate than myself, but yes—that seems to be the case.”
Bobby sighed heavily, before lowering the gun completely and turning back towards the front door. At first, Adam thought he might be calling for someone in the house, but then the man turned back to him as he pushed the old screen door open.
“You wanna beer?”
***
“I’m tellin’ ya, these things are damn near foolproof,” Bobby sighed as he sat down behind his desk. “Demon’s aren’t your typical loan sharks—when they come to collect, they do it in a big way.”
“My associate has already informed me of the—lengths—she went to in order for this deal to be in place,” Adam began slowly, glancing around the room. The inside of the house wasn’t much better than the outside, except the smells had changed. Where there was fresh air and a warm breeze outside, the flavor of gunpowder and incense hung thickly in the air, and the tables and chairs were so loaded with books and boxes that it was hard to tell if the surfaces they were resting on had ever been tables or chairs to begin with. But there was sort of an organized clutter to it, and after seeing the way the Winchesters managed their space, he should have figured that the house of their mentor, as it were, couldn’t have been much better. He paused at one of the boxes, letting his eyes drop to the carvings as his fingers moved it around, studying it intently. “I was just wondering that if there were—mitigating circumstances of some kind—could she be resurrected?”
That was what he was banking on, really. It was his ace in the hole, the trick up his sleeve that he was reserving to the last possible moment. A last resort. He really wasn’t about to let Bela die at all, but if he could bring her back, that was at least one weapon he had.
This only managed to catch the man’s attention, and Bobby looked over at him suspiciously as he took a long pull from his beer bottle. “Resurrect her how? Like a zombie ritual? Those things aren’t exactly easy to control.”
Adam’s eyes snapped up at that, cold blue narrowing, and shaking his head slightly in disgust. “No, not in the slightest.”
“Then how exactly are you plannin’ on bringin’ your friend here back to life? Wishin’ and hopin’?” Bobby gave the man an exasperated look, before shaking his head. “She’s gonna be dead as a door nail once her deal comes due, and hellhounds don’t leave much behind.”
The wounds were not something Adam was worried about. He could heal the wounds. He could raise the dead—it was all in his blood. But it was the selling of her soul that worried him. If he brought her body back, would she come back as well? “Let’s just say that the healing her body is not a problem. It’s her soul that I’m worried about.”
Bobby leaned back at his desk at that sentence, studying the man in front of him for a minute, before speaking again. “We gonna keep talkin’ in hypotheticals or are you gonna tell me if I know this poor girl who’s gonna become puppy chow. Cuz she’s startin’ to sound a bit familiar.”
Adam swallowed for a minute. He hadn’t gotten into a specifics because Bela hadn’t wanted him to—hadn’t wanted Bobby’s pity, he supposed—but he did need answers. If partaking in a little give and take was going to get him a step closer to where he needed to be, he was going to take it. However, what exactly to give away?
“Look, buddy, I already got one idjit to save from a damn deal, I don’t need another one. So unless you’re gonna start givin’ me some answers, I think we’re done here.”
Adam swallowed, before nodding. “I believe you know her as Bela Talbot.”
At that, Bobby choked on his beer and looked at up at Adam with wide eyes, not believing what he was hearing. “You gotta be kiddin’ me.”
Adam shook his head slowly, before looking down at the box he had been playing with again. “She was conned when she was a child into making a deal in exchange for getting herself out of a tough situation. Now her deal is coming due, and I’m looking to right the situation.”
Bobby sighed heavily. “Hate to break it to you, but I’m afraid that there’s not a whole helluva lot you can do. Them deals are pretty damn near unbreakable, magic resurrecting potion or not.”
“So you’re saying there’s no way of saving her from this.”
“Unless you can find some way of exchanging her soul for something else, or ripping her soul out of hell—not a chance.”
His head canted to the side slightly for a moment, before pulling away from the box, almost as though he had heard something he liked and had gotten the answer he wanted. That really wasn’t the case, but at least he was a step closer in the right direction. He turned back to Bobby, and gave him a thin smile. “Thank you. You’ve been most helpful.”
Bobby wasn’t all that convinced that that was the case, but he just nodded slightly, before speaking up again. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you don’t really seem the type to go around savin’ the thief in distress. What’s Bela got over you?”
“You’re assuming she’s blackmailing me into doing this?” Adam asked, slightly amused at what the question was implying.
“Possibly,” Bobby replied. “Or maybe she just did somethin’ for you that you feel you have to pay back, but either way—she’s got somethin’ on you. What is it?”
Adam paused again for a moment before replying. “She saved my life, once. I consider this returning the favor.”
“Even if you won’t?” Bobby said, his head tilting to the side slightly again.
“At least I’m trying.”
“Yeah,” Bobby nodded. “At least there’s that.”
Also, I know
stagesoflove is technically done, but -- I want to finish all of them anyway. I did claim them, I just didn't have the time to do them in the time that they were due.Fandom: Heroes/Supernatural
Title: Looking for Answers
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Adam Monroe, Bobby Singer, implied Adam/Bela
7_crossovers Prompt: 4. Flavorstagesoflove Prompt: AcceptanceContent Warning: Spoilers through 315: Time is on my Side (Supernatural) and Season 2 (Heroes)
Summary: Adam searches out an expert in looking for how to help Bela.
Author's Note: Happy birthday,
defy_n_gravity! And there might be more later to make up for me not being around much today.Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Heroes or Supernatural. They're owned by NBC and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
He had to admit, he was slightly disappointed that the place was mildly predictable. Bela had spoken so highly of Bobby that Adam had expected—more, for lack of a better word. He had hoped that the man was on the same tier as most of Bela’s clientele, but apparently, he was wrong. All he knew was this man probably had the answer to their predicament, and if he did, Adam was going to find it. He wasn’t prepared to lose Bela in this way. Not quite yet.
The place was run down and shabby, typical of someone who probably didn’t care what was thought of his appearance or how that effected first impressions. He could hear a dog barking in the background as he approached, and there were car parts and other pieces of machinery scattered all over the place. The man lived in a salvage yard, and yet, he seemed very unashamed of it. This wasn’t a man who cared about appearance or how much money he had. This was someone who was looking for a connection of like minds alone, and fortunately it was his knowledge of demons that Adam wanted to pick, rather than his taste in exterior design.
He was about ten feet from the door when a shot went off. He felt the shotgun shells just breeze past his torso, and when he looked up, there was a scruffy looking older man glaring down at him, smoking shotgun in one hand and a rather annoyed look on his face. Adam pursed his lips slightly at the near attempt on his life, and decided that maybe speaking first would be the best resort in this situation.
“You missed.”
But possibly not to say that.
The man on the porch only scowled a bit more, before pushing back the bill of his hat and studying the man in front of him. “It was a warnin’ shot,” he replied. “I’m gonna see whatcha want before I really shoot you.”
“I’m looking for Bobby Singer.”
The man frowned slightly, before responding. “What do you want with him, exactly?”
Adam’s eyes narrowed slightly, before straightening a little more. He had been hoping for somewhere a bit more—discreet—to have this conversation, but apparently this profession that Bela was in didn’t go for subtle. “I’ve been told you’re quite the expert on demonic deals,” he sighed, letting his hands hang limply at his side, so that he didn’t seem like more of a threat than he already had. “I was hoping I could get some information.”
At this, the man cocked his head to the side slightly, and Adam briefly wondered what kind of deduction he was making. He wondered if Bela had enlightened Bobby on her situation, or if he thought Adam had made a deal of his own. He did drop the shotgun, however, and Adam relaxed a little more at that—not completely, but he was more at ease than he had been before.
“They screwed you over too, huh?”
Adam smiled slightly at that, trying to appear as amiable as possible. “Actually, it’s more of an associate than myself, but yes—that seems to be the case.”
Bobby sighed heavily, before lowering the gun completely and turning back towards the front door. At first, Adam thought he might be calling for someone in the house, but then the man turned back to him as he pushed the old screen door open.
“You wanna beer?”
***
“I’m tellin’ ya, these things are damn near foolproof,” Bobby sighed as he sat down behind his desk. “Demon’s aren’t your typical loan sharks—when they come to collect, they do it in a big way.”
“My associate has already informed me of the—lengths—she went to in order for this deal to be in place,” Adam began slowly, glancing around the room. The inside of the house wasn’t much better than the outside, except the smells had changed. Where there was fresh air and a warm breeze outside, the flavor of gunpowder and incense hung thickly in the air, and the tables and chairs were so loaded with books and boxes that it was hard to tell if the surfaces they were resting on had ever been tables or chairs to begin with. But there was sort of an organized clutter to it, and after seeing the way the Winchesters managed their space, he should have figured that the house of their mentor, as it were, couldn’t have been much better. He paused at one of the boxes, letting his eyes drop to the carvings as his fingers moved it around, studying it intently. “I was just wondering that if there were—mitigating circumstances of some kind—could she be resurrected?”
That was what he was banking on, really. It was his ace in the hole, the trick up his sleeve that he was reserving to the last possible moment. A last resort. He really wasn’t about to let Bela die at all, but if he could bring her back, that was at least one weapon he had.
This only managed to catch the man’s attention, and Bobby looked over at him suspiciously as he took a long pull from his beer bottle. “Resurrect her how? Like a zombie ritual? Those things aren’t exactly easy to control.”
Adam’s eyes snapped up at that, cold blue narrowing, and shaking his head slightly in disgust. “No, not in the slightest.”
“Then how exactly are you plannin’ on bringin’ your friend here back to life? Wishin’ and hopin’?” Bobby gave the man an exasperated look, before shaking his head. “She’s gonna be dead as a door nail once her deal comes due, and hellhounds don’t leave much behind.”
The wounds were not something Adam was worried about. He could heal the wounds. He could raise the dead—it was all in his blood. But it was the selling of her soul that worried him. If he brought her body back, would she come back as well? “Let’s just say that the healing her body is not a problem. It’s her soul that I’m worried about.”
Bobby leaned back at his desk at that sentence, studying the man in front of him for a minute, before speaking again. “We gonna keep talkin’ in hypotheticals or are you gonna tell me if I know this poor girl who’s gonna become puppy chow. Cuz she’s startin’ to sound a bit familiar.”
Adam swallowed for a minute. He hadn’t gotten into a specifics because Bela hadn’t wanted him to—hadn’t wanted Bobby’s pity, he supposed—but he did need answers. If partaking in a little give and take was going to get him a step closer to where he needed to be, he was going to take it. However, what exactly to give away?
“Look, buddy, I already got one idjit to save from a damn deal, I don’t need another one. So unless you’re gonna start givin’ me some answers, I think we’re done here.”
Adam swallowed, before nodding. “I believe you know her as Bela Talbot.”
At that, Bobby choked on his beer and looked at up at Adam with wide eyes, not believing what he was hearing. “You gotta be kiddin’ me.”
Adam shook his head slowly, before looking down at the box he had been playing with again. “She was conned when she was a child into making a deal in exchange for getting herself out of a tough situation. Now her deal is coming due, and I’m looking to right the situation.”
Bobby sighed heavily. “Hate to break it to you, but I’m afraid that there’s not a whole helluva lot you can do. Them deals are pretty damn near unbreakable, magic resurrecting potion or not.”
“So you’re saying there’s no way of saving her from this.”
“Unless you can find some way of exchanging her soul for something else, or ripping her soul out of hell—not a chance.”
His head canted to the side slightly for a moment, before pulling away from the box, almost as though he had heard something he liked and had gotten the answer he wanted. That really wasn’t the case, but at least he was a step closer in the right direction. He turned back to Bobby, and gave him a thin smile. “Thank you. You’ve been most helpful.”
Bobby wasn’t all that convinced that that was the case, but he just nodded slightly, before speaking up again. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you don’t really seem the type to go around savin’ the thief in distress. What’s Bela got over you?”
“You’re assuming she’s blackmailing me into doing this?” Adam asked, slightly amused at what the question was implying.
“Possibly,” Bobby replied. “Or maybe she just did somethin’ for you that you feel you have to pay back, but either way—she’s got somethin’ on you. What is it?”
Adam paused again for a moment before replying. “She saved my life, once. I consider this returning the favor.”
“Even if you won’t?” Bobby said, his head tilting to the side slightly again.
“At least I’m trying.”
“Yeah,” Bobby nodded. “At least there’s that.”
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