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Adam/Bela - A Series of Unfortunate Coincidences
Fandom: Heroes/Supernatural
Title: A Series of Unfortunate Coincidences
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Rating: FRT
Characters: Adam Monroe/Bela Talbot, with cameos by Bobby Singer and Sam and Dean Winchester.
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50prompts Prompt: 31. Trick
Content Warning: Spoilers through 315: Time is on my Side
Summary: Five places that Adam Monroe and Bela Talbot was asked never to return too.
Author's Note: Forladyofbrileith who requested Adam/Bela in the meme located here. Yes this took me forever, and I really didn’t mean for it to. However, yay for me actually making progress on my huge stack of requests?
Disclaimer: Don’t own the characters of Supernatural or Heroes. They belong to NBC and the CW. Any and all other original characters are mine, however, so please don’t borrow without my permission.
i.
“This is all your fault,” Bela sighed, her arms draping through the bars of the holding cell in the New York precinct. She had never been picked up in the middle of a job before—even when she was new at this. She always had to talk her way out of it. It was supposed to have been an easy enough job, until she happened to encounter one of the most impossible drunks she had ever met. And now she was banned from the bar where the item that she was supposed to be acquiring was located. He had to be the one to open his big mouth and—
“My fault?” he said, arching an eyebrow at her slightly as he leaned back on the cot in the other end of the room. “You attacked me if I remember correctly.”
“Because you couldn’t keep your bloody mouth shut!”
“Oh, please,” he rolled his eyes. “It’s not like you had any real attachment to that place.” The man seemed almost broken up about this, and not in the way that Bela thought he should be. Not that he should be upset in the same way that she was, but—it was a bit odd, to say the least.
“And you did?”
“I happened to like it,” he replied, looking up at her, annoyed. “I went there quite often. They happened to make a damn good appletini.”
Bela rolled her eyes, before turning back to face him. “That’s all you’re upset about. A drink. There’s more to life than appletinis.”
The man’s forehead wrinkled slightly, and he looked like her. “What do you know about life? You can’t be more than what? Twenty-one, twenty-two?”
“I’m twenty-three, actually.” She was trying not to think about how small that number sounded, especially considering that odds were she wasn’t going to make it through the next year.
The man just snorted, tucking one arm behind his head with a smirk. “You’ll soon learn that there’s little more to life than a good drink, my dear. Wait till you get another ten years under your belt.”
Perfect. She was stuck in prison with the local drunk. This was just fantastic. She rolled her eyes as she turned around, peering out to see if she could try and find the guard.
“If you’re looking to try and charm the guard, you’ll be hard-pressed. The man is practically a eunch.”
Bela’s jaw set slightly, before glancing back to look at him again. “Well, I don’t see you as having any better ideas.”
The man just turned to smirk at her. “But you were doing so well on your own.”
ii.
She hadn’t meant to shoot him.
True, she had been the one holding the gun aimed at his chest, but shooting him wasn’t part of the plan. This man, Adam—he had a name now, Adam Monroe—hadn’t interrupted her job, this time around, and she really had no reason to shoot him. She had just managed to find herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. The gun wasn’t even hers—it belonged to one of the men who had started out assaulting him. She was trying to do him a favor—he seemed to be outnumbered two to one by two men with pretty serious guns, and she had wound up shooting him when one of the idiots tried to get his gun back.
Now they were standing in the middle of the elitist underground club her client had taken her to, Adam was on the floor in a bloody heap, and the smoking gun was in her hand. Add that to the fact that she had never outright killed someone before, and Bela was more than a little startled.
“Alex—” She felt her client’s hands on her shoulders as she dropped the gun to the floor, letting him drag her out of the club and into the street. He seemed to be as shaken as she was. She wrapped her coat around herself tightly and looked up at him, confusion written on her face.
“I didn’t mean to—”
“I know,” he frowned, shaking his head. “But right now? You want to be anywhere near here. And don’t come back, either.”
She nodded, before heading to her car and driving out of town as fast as she could. That was something she never wanted to relive again. Ever.
iii.
“Was that all really necessary?”
Bela made her way out of Bobby’s, Adam quick on her heels. “Yes, actually, it was. In fact, I’m still not convinced you’re not a demon.”
“A what?!?!” Adam caught her by the wrist, turning her around to face him as they reached her car. “I’m no demon.”
“Then explain something to me—how exactly did you manage to survive two point blank shots to the chest?” she said, snapping her wrist away from him and glaring up at him. “You were dead on that floor in London—I saw it with my own two eyes. I shot you myself. The only thing I know that can do that is a demon, or you were playing one very twisted trick—and let me just say I don’t appreciate being tricked into thinking I killed someone.”
“No. Not a demon. Evolution.” He walked over to one of the rusting pieces of car parts in the area, pulling off a particularly sharp metal and slicing it across his hand. Bela watched in amazement as the cut healed completely all on it’s own, the skin sealing itself in a matter of seconds. She felt Adam watching her face carefully, before he started speaking, tossing the piece of metal to the ground. “It’s called rapid cellular regeneration. I’m the man who can’t die.”
Bela continued to stare at him for a moment, before she heard the sound of a shotgun cocking from the porch of the house. She glanced back up at Bobby, before shaking her head and moving to get into the car. “You better leave, before he ruins another shirt.”
Adam looked up at Bobby, somewhat displeased by that fact, before turning and heading over to the car he had come in, as Bela started hers. Apparently she had a lot of reading to do—this was something she needed to catch up on.
iv.
Well, this—was slightly awkward.
“I believe that belongs to me,” Adam’s voice came from behind them, and Bela spun around to face him again, gun in the air. He was aiming right back at her, studying the two men standing behind her as well. “Bela—or is it Alex? I failed to miss the introduction you gave at the door.”
“Adam,” she sighed heavily, taking the necklace that Sam had just finished placing in her hand and sliding it into her pocket. “I don’t believe that you can accurately make that claim—seeing as this was placed in a museum for safe keeping, I’d say that it’s no longer yours.” She watched his lip curl slightly, and the safety got cocked back on the gun in his hand. She only smirked at that, staying between the Winchesters and the other man with a gun. “Now, now—we don’t want to ruin another shirt, now do we?”
“You think I won’t do it?” Adam sneered. “I’ll heal, Bela—you won’t.”
Bela wanted to throw back how she was already dead anyway, but she wasn’t about to give that up with Sam and Dean in the room. “And then good luck getting a hold of what you’re looking for. The guards will follow the sound of gunshots in minutes.”
She felt Dean’s eyes land on her, the muzzle of his gun slipping into her eye line. “Bela—might be a wise idea not to taunt the guy with the gun. Just saying.” She cast Dean a cool look over her shoulder, before turning back to Adam.
“I’m not leaving until I got what I came for,” Adam said to her. “That was stolen from me a long time ago, and I want it back.”
“My apologies,” she said, her face melting into fake pout. “How heartless of me. You can have the necklace back.” Adam continued to meet his gaze, and it was clear that he didn’t believe her. Then suddenly his wrist moved, starting to aim in Dean’s direction.
“Clearly if you don’t care about yourself—”
BANG!
Sam had shot before he could finish, catching Adam in the shoulder of the arm holding the gun. Bela’s hand caught Dean’s shirt pulling him down as the gun went off, before starting to shove him in the direction of the door. “Run!” she sighed, knowing they didn’t have a lot of time before his shoulder healed and he had the gun in his hand again. The Winchesters didn’t hesitate to follow her lead, with Bela only stopping long enough to trip the alarm on one of the paintings as they ducked out of the room. They fled the room as the gates came down around him, trapping him where he was.
She knew she was going to have a lot of explaining to do, but as far as she was concerned? Mission accomplished.
v.
He hadn’t intended to just let her die. He had hoped to get there before hand, provide some kind of last defense between her and whatever fate she was looking to meet, but his timing was never right for those kinds of things. Being the hero was never his strong suit, but he wanted to at least try here.
By the time he knew enough about what was happening to get there, however, it was already too late. The room itself was a mess, with herself as the centerpiece, her body torn to shreds in the middle of the room. Most people who knew her probably would have considered her death poetically apropos, brought on by her own isolation and unwillingness to trust. Adam, however, believed that there might have been something more to this girl, if she had only been given a chance to find it.
Especially considering the way what was stolen from him managed to find its way back into his possession.
He closed his eyes as he crouched in front of her, brushing the hair away from her eyes, and wondering if there was a way for him to fix this—his blood, his influence, anything—but he had a feeling that that was not a likely option. His body he could fix, but he couldn’t bargain for her soul. He didn’t have anything to offer short of selling his own, and he had a feeling she wouldn’t appreciate that by any means.
He heard the sound of a shotgun cocking behind him, and he slowly held up his hands, turning around to face the man with a frown. “I didn’t do this—I just happened to find her.”
The motel owner looked at him, his hands shaking as he saw the state of the room. It certainly wasn’t something for the faint of heart, and he kept his eyes on Adam, the only think in the room the didn’t have some kind of blood on him.
“I’ve called the police,” he stammered. “If you don’t want any trouble, you better get out now—and don’t come back.”
Adam nodded slowly, before making his way out of the room, leaving Bela behind him. This wasn’t how he envisioned things ending—then again, things clearly never seemed to end the way they should.
Title: A Series of Unfortunate Coincidences
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Adam Monroe/Bela Talbot, with cameos by Bobby Singer and Sam and Dean Winchester.
50prompts Prompt: 31. TrickContent Warning: Spoilers through 315: Time is on my Side
Summary: Five places that Adam Monroe and Bela Talbot was asked never to return too.
Author's Note: For
ladyofbrileith who requested Adam/Bela in the meme located here. Yes this took me forever, and I really didn’t mean for it to. However, yay for me actually making progress on my huge stack of requests?Disclaimer: Don’t own the characters of Supernatural or Heroes. They belong to NBC and the CW. Any and all other original characters are mine, however, so please don’t borrow without my permission.
i.
“This is all your fault,” Bela sighed, her arms draping through the bars of the holding cell in the New York precinct. She had never been picked up in the middle of a job before—even when she was new at this. She always had to talk her way out of it. It was supposed to have been an easy enough job, until she happened to encounter one of the most impossible drunks she had ever met. And now she was banned from the bar where the item that she was supposed to be acquiring was located. He had to be the one to open his big mouth and—
“My fault?” he said, arching an eyebrow at her slightly as he leaned back on the cot in the other end of the room. “You attacked me if I remember correctly.”
“Because you couldn’t keep your bloody mouth shut!”
“Oh, please,” he rolled his eyes. “It’s not like you had any real attachment to that place.” The man seemed almost broken up about this, and not in the way that Bela thought he should be. Not that he should be upset in the same way that she was, but—it was a bit odd, to say the least.
“And you did?”
“I happened to like it,” he replied, looking up at her, annoyed. “I went there quite often. They happened to make a damn good appletini.”
Bela rolled her eyes, before turning back to face him. “That’s all you’re upset about. A drink. There’s more to life than appletinis.”
The man’s forehead wrinkled slightly, and he looked like her. “What do you know about life? You can’t be more than what? Twenty-one, twenty-two?”
“I’m twenty-three, actually.” She was trying not to think about how small that number sounded, especially considering that odds were she wasn’t going to make it through the next year.
The man just snorted, tucking one arm behind his head with a smirk. “You’ll soon learn that there’s little more to life than a good drink, my dear. Wait till you get another ten years under your belt.”
Perfect. She was stuck in prison with the local drunk. This was just fantastic. She rolled her eyes as she turned around, peering out to see if she could try and find the guard.
“If you’re looking to try and charm the guard, you’ll be hard-pressed. The man is practically a eunch.”
Bela’s jaw set slightly, before glancing back to look at him again. “Well, I don’t see you as having any better ideas.”
The man just turned to smirk at her. “But you were doing so well on your own.”
ii.
She hadn’t meant to shoot him.
True, she had been the one holding the gun aimed at his chest, but shooting him wasn’t part of the plan. This man, Adam—he had a name now, Adam Monroe—hadn’t interrupted her job, this time around, and she really had no reason to shoot him. She had just managed to find herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. The gun wasn’t even hers—it belonged to one of the men who had started out assaulting him. She was trying to do him a favor—he seemed to be outnumbered two to one by two men with pretty serious guns, and she had wound up shooting him when one of the idiots tried to get his gun back.
Now they were standing in the middle of the elitist underground club her client had taken her to, Adam was on the floor in a bloody heap, and the smoking gun was in her hand. Add that to the fact that she had never outright killed someone before, and Bela was more than a little startled.
“Alex—” She felt her client’s hands on her shoulders as she dropped the gun to the floor, letting him drag her out of the club and into the street. He seemed to be as shaken as she was. She wrapped her coat around herself tightly and looked up at him, confusion written on her face.
“I didn’t mean to—”
“I know,” he frowned, shaking his head. “But right now? You want to be anywhere near here. And don’t come back, either.”
She nodded, before heading to her car and driving out of town as fast as she could. That was something she never wanted to relive again. Ever.
iii.
“Was that all really necessary?”
Bela made her way out of Bobby’s, Adam quick on her heels. “Yes, actually, it was. In fact, I’m still not convinced you’re not a demon.”
“A what?!?!” Adam caught her by the wrist, turning her around to face him as they reached her car. “I’m no demon.”
“Then explain something to me—how exactly did you manage to survive two point blank shots to the chest?” she said, snapping her wrist away from him and glaring up at him. “You were dead on that floor in London—I saw it with my own two eyes. I shot you myself. The only thing I know that can do that is a demon, or you were playing one very twisted trick—and let me just say I don’t appreciate being tricked into thinking I killed someone.”
“No. Not a demon. Evolution.” He walked over to one of the rusting pieces of car parts in the area, pulling off a particularly sharp metal and slicing it across his hand. Bela watched in amazement as the cut healed completely all on it’s own, the skin sealing itself in a matter of seconds. She felt Adam watching her face carefully, before he started speaking, tossing the piece of metal to the ground. “It’s called rapid cellular regeneration. I’m the man who can’t die.”
Bela continued to stare at him for a moment, before she heard the sound of a shotgun cocking from the porch of the house. She glanced back up at Bobby, before shaking her head and moving to get into the car. “You better leave, before he ruins another shirt.”
Adam looked up at Bobby, somewhat displeased by that fact, before turning and heading over to the car he had come in, as Bela started hers. Apparently she had a lot of reading to do—this was something she needed to catch up on.
iv.
Well, this—was slightly awkward.
“I believe that belongs to me,” Adam’s voice came from behind them, and Bela spun around to face him again, gun in the air. He was aiming right back at her, studying the two men standing behind her as well. “Bela—or is it Alex? I failed to miss the introduction you gave at the door.”
“Adam,” she sighed heavily, taking the necklace that Sam had just finished placing in her hand and sliding it into her pocket. “I don’t believe that you can accurately make that claim—seeing as this was placed in a museum for safe keeping, I’d say that it’s no longer yours.” She watched his lip curl slightly, and the safety got cocked back on the gun in his hand. She only smirked at that, staying between the Winchesters and the other man with a gun. “Now, now—we don’t want to ruin another shirt, now do we?”
“You think I won’t do it?” Adam sneered. “I’ll heal, Bela—you won’t.”
Bela wanted to throw back how she was already dead anyway, but she wasn’t about to give that up with Sam and Dean in the room. “And then good luck getting a hold of what you’re looking for. The guards will follow the sound of gunshots in minutes.”
She felt Dean’s eyes land on her, the muzzle of his gun slipping into her eye line. “Bela—might be a wise idea not to taunt the guy with the gun. Just saying.” She cast Dean a cool look over her shoulder, before turning back to Adam.
“I’m not leaving until I got what I came for,” Adam said to her. “That was stolen from me a long time ago, and I want it back.”
“My apologies,” she said, her face melting into fake pout. “How heartless of me. You can have the necklace back.” Adam continued to meet his gaze, and it was clear that he didn’t believe her. Then suddenly his wrist moved, starting to aim in Dean’s direction.
“Clearly if you don’t care about yourself—”
BANG!
Sam had shot before he could finish, catching Adam in the shoulder of the arm holding the gun. Bela’s hand caught Dean’s shirt pulling him down as the gun went off, before starting to shove him in the direction of the door. “Run!” she sighed, knowing they didn’t have a lot of time before his shoulder healed and he had the gun in his hand again. The Winchesters didn’t hesitate to follow her lead, with Bela only stopping long enough to trip the alarm on one of the paintings as they ducked out of the room. They fled the room as the gates came down around him, trapping him where he was.
She knew she was going to have a lot of explaining to do, but as far as she was concerned? Mission accomplished.
v.
He hadn’t intended to just let her die. He had hoped to get there before hand, provide some kind of last defense between her and whatever fate she was looking to meet, but his timing was never right for those kinds of things. Being the hero was never his strong suit, but he wanted to at least try here.
By the time he knew enough about what was happening to get there, however, it was already too late. The room itself was a mess, with herself as the centerpiece, her body torn to shreds in the middle of the room. Most people who knew her probably would have considered her death poetically apropos, brought on by her own isolation and unwillingness to trust. Adam, however, believed that there might have been something more to this girl, if she had only been given a chance to find it.
Especially considering the way what was stolen from him managed to find its way back into his possession.
He closed his eyes as he crouched in front of her, brushing the hair away from her eyes, and wondering if there was a way for him to fix this—his blood, his influence, anything—but he had a feeling that that was not a likely option. His body he could fix, but he couldn’t bargain for her soul. He didn’t have anything to offer short of selling his own, and he had a feeling she wouldn’t appreciate that by any means.
He heard the sound of a shotgun cocking behind him, and he slowly held up his hands, turning around to face the man with a frown. “I didn’t do this—I just happened to find her.”
The motel owner looked at him, his hands shaking as he saw the state of the room. It certainly wasn’t something for the faint of heart, and he kept his eyes on Adam, the only think in the room the didn’t have some kind of blood on him.
“I’ve called the police,” he stammered. “If you don’t want any trouble, you better get out now—and don’t come back.”
Adam nodded slowly, before making his way out of the room, leaving Bela behind him. This wasn’t how he envisioned things ending—then again, things clearly never seemed to end the way they should.
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Which is one of the reasons why I haven't written much with them in the other series lately. I still don't know how he managed to save her soul.
Anyway, I'm glad you liked it.
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But, yay! I'm glad you liked it.
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I'm glad you liked it.
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......... ::waits::
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