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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2008-05-13 09:54 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2008-05-13 09:54 pm
One-a-Day: May 12th
Fandom: Supernatural/Heroes
Title: Death Omens (3/4)
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Elle Bishop, Sam Winchester, Bob Bishop
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fic_variations Prompt: Heroes and Villains (#3)
Content Warning: Spoilers through 211: Powerless (Heroes) and 306: Red Sky at Morning (Supernautral).
Summary: Bob Bishop arrives to try and sort things out regarding Elle.
Author's Note: Follows Unfinished Business. It's not going to be horrendously long, but it is more than one part. Will crosspost when completed, and liked with all the side parts that have come/will come off of this.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Heroes or Supernautral. 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.
Part 1 | Part 2
The nurse that was tending to Elle was way too cheery. As in Sam was surprised that Dean hadn’t smacked her yet cheery. She was young and pretty, but they should have taken her out of the ICU and placed her in pediatrics. She would be better for the kids, not for patients who were knocking on death’s door. Regardless, the boys learned to appreciate the fact that the nurse was who she was, because they could always hear her coming a mile away. And it was especially appreciated when Elle’s father arrived.
Elle’s father was rather nondescript—tall, not too distinguishing looking, balding—your typical father in every sense of the world. However, knowing Elle and what she could do, Sam figured the guy was anything but typical. His concerns became even more evident when the first thing the man did was whip out his checkbook.
“If it weren’t for these two boys here, your little girl never would have made it, poor thing,” the nurse chattered aimlessly while she went and fussed with the bed sheets. “You owe these guys an awful lot, if you ask me. And they’ve been so sweet, sittin’ here waitin’ for you to arrive.”
“Believe me, my gratitude will be evident,” the man said with a sigh, before gesturing for the nurse to leave. “If you don’t mind?”
“Oh, right then,” she said with a nod before flashing the two boys a grin. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
“See ya, Heidi,” Dean said, returning the smile a bit awkwardly before turning back to the man in front of them. And that was when the checkbook came out. Dean and Sam shared a look with each other, before Sam spoke up again.
“So—we’re sorry we couldn’t get there sooner, Mr. Bis—”
“Please,” the man replied with a small smile. “Just call me Bob.”
“Bob—right,” Dean sighed, exchanging a look with his brother again. “Look, as we said, if we could have gotten there sooner, we would have. Just wasn’t our lucky day, I guess.”
“I guess not,” Bob sighed, before looking up again. “So how much is it going to cost for you boys to disappear now, and pretend this never happened?”
That statement was met with blinks and dumb stares from both boys, before they turned to each other again, and then back to him. “Excuse me?” Sam frowned, not quite understanding the question.
“Everyone has a price, Mr.—Jones, is it?” Bob replied, the corner of his mouth turning up in what could have been considered a smirk, if Bob was the smirking type. “I’m just wondering what yours is.”
“Why would you pay us to pretend this never happened?” Dean frowned. “Your daughter was attacked by some psychopath, and you’re trying to pay us off to not talk to the cops?”
“We’re the only witnesses,” Sam replied. “We might have seen something that would help them catch him.”
“Which is exactly why I need you two out of the way,” Bob sighed. “The Company I represent has been tracking and following Sylar for some time now, and we don’t want that jeopardized by the authorities getting involved.”
Dumbfounded looks returned to the brothers’ faces, before Dean spoke up again. “Lemme see if I get this straight. You’re daughter is attacked by a serial killer, and you’re trying to pay off the two people who actually saw it happen and could possibly catch the guy to disappear, because you’re ‘tracking’ the guy and don’t want the police to get in the way.”
“I don’t think you’re quite grasping the severity of the situation, Mr.—”
“No, I think I’m grasping it just fine, thanks,” Dean said, glaring back at the man as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Innocent people could be out there getting killed, and you want me to just let that happen.”
“That’s exactly what I want you to do, Mr.—Winchester, isn’t it?” Bob replied, the small smirk returning to his lips. Both brothers froze, and he smiled slightly before straightening up more. “Sam and Dean, isn’t it? See, the cops picked up your fingerprints off a shotgun that you left behind in the house where you ‘found’ Elle. According to the neighbors in the surrounding area, a black Chevy Impala had been parked outside my daughter’s hotel for some time before the screams happened and two tall figures ran inside to see what was happening.”
“How do you know all this?” Sam said, straightening up as well. He was taller than Bob—not by much, but he’d take every inch he could get.
“Let’s just say, my company has their hands in a lot of cookie jars, and one of those jars happens to be matters of public record,” Bob replied. “I know all about the charges brought against you two, including that bank robbery in Milwaukee. The prison break in Green River. Everything you’ve ever done, every move you’ve ever made, we know about it. And all we’re asking of you? Is to take a little money and disappear, and never speak of this again. In return, we won’t mention the fact that you were even here.” Bob paused again, clasping his hands at his waist and raising an eyebrow. “Do we have a deal?”
Dean glanced back at Sam for a moment, before nodding towards the door, and starting to make his way out of it. Sam turned back to Bob for a minute, and gave him a small smile, before making his way to the door. “Just—give us a minute?”
“Of course,” Bob nodded, watching the two brothers depart, and once they were out of earshot, reaching for his phone and dialing a number and placing the phone to his ear. “Yes, this is Bob. They’re in the hospital now. Go deep—make it as though they never met her.”
***
Sam followed Dean to a quiet corner of the hospital, watching his brother to see what he was going to do. He glanced around for a minute, before turning back to Sam with a growl. “I don’t like this, Sammy.”
“You and me both,” Sam sighed. “But there really isn’t much we can do about it right now. He’s holding all the cards.”
“He also really pisses me off,” Dean replied, starting to pace slightly. “I mean, how do we even know he’s her real father? We could be leaving her in the hands of some freak show.”
“We don’t really have a choice here, Dean,” Sam sighed. “He’ll get Hendrickson in here. Which is really not what we need right now.”
“I just wish there was something we could—” His eyebrows went up for a minute, before going for his phone. “Bela.”
“Bela?” Sam frowned. “How is Bela going to help us?”
“She knows how to contact that guy—Adam whatever his name was,” Dean said as he started going through the numbers. “Elle mentioned him right before she passed out, maybe he could help.”
“Why would Bela help us, Dean?”
“I don’t know, Sam, but it’s gotta be worth a shot, right?” Dean said, giving him a look. “Besides—she owes us. That whole saving her life thing.”
Sam sighed heavily, before running a hand through his hair. “I really hope this works, man.”
“Yeah, you and me both.”
Thief with a Heart
Title: Death Omens (3/4)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Elle Bishop, Sam Winchester, Bob Bishop
fic_variations Prompt: Heroes and Villains (#3)Content Warning: Spoilers through 211: Powerless (Heroes) and 306: Red Sky at Morning (Supernautral).
Summary: Bob Bishop arrives to try and sort things out regarding Elle.
Author's Note: Follows Unfinished Business. It's not going to be horrendously long, but it is more than one part. Will crosspost when completed, and liked with all the side parts that have come/will come off of this.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Heroes or Supernautral. 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.
Part 1 | Part 2
The nurse that was tending to Elle was way too cheery. As in Sam was surprised that Dean hadn’t smacked her yet cheery. She was young and pretty, but they should have taken her out of the ICU and placed her in pediatrics. She would be better for the kids, not for patients who were knocking on death’s door. Regardless, the boys learned to appreciate the fact that the nurse was who she was, because they could always hear her coming a mile away. And it was especially appreciated when Elle’s father arrived.
Elle’s father was rather nondescript—tall, not too distinguishing looking, balding—your typical father in every sense of the world. However, knowing Elle and what she could do, Sam figured the guy was anything but typical. His concerns became even more evident when the first thing the man did was whip out his checkbook.
“If it weren’t for these two boys here, your little girl never would have made it, poor thing,” the nurse chattered aimlessly while she went and fussed with the bed sheets. “You owe these guys an awful lot, if you ask me. And they’ve been so sweet, sittin’ here waitin’ for you to arrive.”
“Believe me, my gratitude will be evident,” the man said with a sigh, before gesturing for the nurse to leave. “If you don’t mind?”
“Oh, right then,” she said with a nod before flashing the two boys a grin. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
“See ya, Heidi,” Dean said, returning the smile a bit awkwardly before turning back to the man in front of them. And that was when the checkbook came out. Dean and Sam shared a look with each other, before Sam spoke up again.
“So—we’re sorry we couldn’t get there sooner, Mr. Bis—”
“Please,” the man replied with a small smile. “Just call me Bob.”
“Bob—right,” Dean sighed, exchanging a look with his brother again. “Look, as we said, if we could have gotten there sooner, we would have. Just wasn’t our lucky day, I guess.”
“I guess not,” Bob sighed, before looking up again. “So how much is it going to cost for you boys to disappear now, and pretend this never happened?”
That statement was met with blinks and dumb stares from both boys, before they turned to each other again, and then back to him. “Excuse me?” Sam frowned, not quite understanding the question.
“Everyone has a price, Mr.—Jones, is it?” Bob replied, the corner of his mouth turning up in what could have been considered a smirk, if Bob was the smirking type. “I’m just wondering what yours is.”
“Why would you pay us to pretend this never happened?” Dean frowned. “Your daughter was attacked by some psychopath, and you’re trying to pay us off to not talk to the cops?”
“We’re the only witnesses,” Sam replied. “We might have seen something that would help them catch him.”
“Which is exactly why I need you two out of the way,” Bob sighed. “The Company I represent has been tracking and following Sylar for some time now, and we don’t want that jeopardized by the authorities getting involved.”
Dumbfounded looks returned to the brothers’ faces, before Dean spoke up again. “Lemme see if I get this straight. You’re daughter is attacked by a serial killer, and you’re trying to pay off the two people who actually saw it happen and could possibly catch the guy to disappear, because you’re ‘tracking’ the guy and don’t want the police to get in the way.”
“I don’t think you’re quite grasping the severity of the situation, Mr.—”
“No, I think I’m grasping it just fine, thanks,” Dean said, glaring back at the man as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Innocent people could be out there getting killed, and you want me to just let that happen.”
“That’s exactly what I want you to do, Mr.—Winchester, isn’t it?” Bob replied, the small smirk returning to his lips. Both brothers froze, and he smiled slightly before straightening up more. “Sam and Dean, isn’t it? See, the cops picked up your fingerprints off a shotgun that you left behind in the house where you ‘found’ Elle. According to the neighbors in the surrounding area, a black Chevy Impala had been parked outside my daughter’s hotel for some time before the screams happened and two tall figures ran inside to see what was happening.”
“How do you know all this?” Sam said, straightening up as well. He was taller than Bob—not by much, but he’d take every inch he could get.
“Let’s just say, my company has their hands in a lot of cookie jars, and one of those jars happens to be matters of public record,” Bob replied. “I know all about the charges brought against you two, including that bank robbery in Milwaukee. The prison break in Green River. Everything you’ve ever done, every move you’ve ever made, we know about it. And all we’re asking of you? Is to take a little money and disappear, and never speak of this again. In return, we won’t mention the fact that you were even here.” Bob paused again, clasping his hands at his waist and raising an eyebrow. “Do we have a deal?”
Dean glanced back at Sam for a moment, before nodding towards the door, and starting to make his way out of it. Sam turned back to Bob for a minute, and gave him a small smile, before making his way to the door. “Just—give us a minute?”
“Of course,” Bob nodded, watching the two brothers depart, and once they were out of earshot, reaching for his phone and dialing a number and placing the phone to his ear. “Yes, this is Bob. They’re in the hospital now. Go deep—make it as though they never met her.”
***
Sam followed Dean to a quiet corner of the hospital, watching his brother to see what he was going to do. He glanced around for a minute, before turning back to Sam with a growl. “I don’t like this, Sammy.”
“You and me both,” Sam sighed. “But there really isn’t much we can do about it right now. He’s holding all the cards.”
“He also really pisses me off,” Dean replied, starting to pace slightly. “I mean, how do we even know he’s her real father? We could be leaving her in the hands of some freak show.”
“We don’t really have a choice here, Dean,” Sam sighed. “He’ll get Hendrickson in here. Which is really not what we need right now.”
“I just wish there was something we could—” His eyebrows went up for a minute, before going for his phone. “Bela.”
“Bela?” Sam frowned. “How is Bela going to help us?”
“She knows how to contact that guy—Adam whatever his name was,” Dean said as he started going through the numbers. “Elle mentioned him right before she passed out, maybe he could help.”
“Why would Bela help us, Dean?”
“I don’t know, Sam, but it’s gotta be worth a shot, right?” Dean said, giving him a look. “Besides—she owes us. That whole saving her life thing.”
Sam sighed heavily, before running a hand through his hair. “I really hope this works, man.”
“Yeah, you and me both.”
Thief with a Heart
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