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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-05-10 12:32 am
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Marshall - Ferryman
Fandom: In Plain Sight/Supernatural
Title: Ferryman
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Rating: PG-13
Characters: Marshall Mann and Jo Harvelle
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xoverland Challenge: Crime State
Content Warning: Spoilers through 510: Abandon All Hope
Summary: Marshall takes his new charge back to Albuquerque.
Author’s Note: Characters suggested bylollobrigida, but the crack is all my own. This … actually seemed pretty interesting in my head. So I wrote it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Kripke and USA network. I’m just borrowing and will put them all back where I found them.
“This won’t be as bad as you think. Albuquerque is nice. A little dry, but nice.”
Jo was leaning against the window of the car as he drove her through Albuquerque. Picking her up in Carthrage had been tiring to say the least. Lucifer was wearing on everything, pushing against the rules so much that not even a ferryman could do what he needed to do without getting caught somewhere along the way. Supernatural shielding wasn’t that much unlike human witness protection, which was probably why Marshall enjoyed WitSec as much as he did. It felt natural. Comfortable. It was something not akin to what he already did.
It was hard to tell which souls were going to be marked for protection. Lucifer made things fuzzy as it was, and he was in a fuzzy business. Sometimes he got things a little wrong. But that left some room for wiggle room as well. And when Ellen Harvelle asked him to use that little bit of wiggle room to save her daughter—he wasn’t a man who had the heart to tell her no.
Which was what lead to this particular girl sitting in his car. Joanna Beth Harvelle, twenty-five years-old, killed by a pack of hellhounds. It was a slow, painful, agonizing death and Marshall couldn’t say he blamed Ellen for wanting to give Jo a chance to start over. And she was important—he could see as much—but what role she had to play was unclear. So he would just have to wait and see.
He pulled the car up to the front of the house, bringing it to a stop as he looked over at her. “This is it.”
She looked up at the building, scanning it for a moment, before turning back to him with an eyebrow raise. “Little big, don’t you think? I don’t need much.”
“You’ve travelled your whole life, Jo. I think you’d be surprised how much a person can accumulate when they’re forced to sit still.”
She looked at him quietly for a moment, before climbing out of the car. “Let’s just get this over with, alright?” Marshall wouldn’t argue with her there. He made his way around the front of the car and walked her up to the door, unlocking it and letting her in ahead of him. She studied the walls for a moment, before speaking again. “I have no idea what I’m supposed to do here.”
“The most beautiful adventures are not those we go to seek.”
She smirked at him over her shoulder. “Who said that?”
“Robert Louis Stevenson.” He moved closer to her, placing a hand on her shoulder gently. “Just trust it, Jo. Things will come in their own time.”
Jo was quiet for a moment, before turning to look at him again. “Sure you still can’t tell me why me?”
“Not my question to ask. But someday you’ll get there.”
She looked at him again, and he couldn’t help but know she didn’t believe him.
Title: Ferryman
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Marshall Mann and Jo Harvelle
xoverland Challenge: Crime State Content Warning: Spoilers through 510: Abandon All Hope
Summary: Marshall takes his new charge back to Albuquerque.
Author’s Note: Characters suggested by
lollobrigida, but the crack is all my own. This … actually seemed pretty interesting in my head. So I wrote it.Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Kripke and USA network. I’m just borrowing and will put them all back where I found them.
“This won’t be as bad as you think. Albuquerque is nice. A little dry, but nice.”
Jo was leaning against the window of the car as he drove her through Albuquerque. Picking her up in Carthrage had been tiring to say the least. Lucifer was wearing on everything, pushing against the rules so much that not even a ferryman could do what he needed to do without getting caught somewhere along the way. Supernatural shielding wasn’t that much unlike human witness protection, which was probably why Marshall enjoyed WitSec as much as he did. It felt natural. Comfortable. It was something not akin to what he already did.
It was hard to tell which souls were going to be marked for protection. Lucifer made things fuzzy as it was, and he was in a fuzzy business. Sometimes he got things a little wrong. But that left some room for wiggle room as well. And when Ellen Harvelle asked him to use that little bit of wiggle room to save her daughter—he wasn’t a man who had the heart to tell her no.
Which was what lead to this particular girl sitting in his car. Joanna Beth Harvelle, twenty-five years-old, killed by a pack of hellhounds. It was a slow, painful, agonizing death and Marshall couldn’t say he blamed Ellen for wanting to give Jo a chance to start over. And she was important—he could see as much—but what role she had to play was unclear. So he would just have to wait and see.
He pulled the car up to the front of the house, bringing it to a stop as he looked over at her. “This is it.”
She looked up at the building, scanning it for a moment, before turning back to him with an eyebrow raise. “Little big, don’t you think? I don’t need much.”
“You’ve travelled your whole life, Jo. I think you’d be surprised how much a person can accumulate when they’re forced to sit still.”
She looked at him quietly for a moment, before climbing out of the car. “Let’s just get this over with, alright?” Marshall wouldn’t argue with her there. He made his way around the front of the car and walked her up to the door, unlocking it and letting her in ahead of him. She studied the walls for a moment, before speaking again. “I have no idea what I’m supposed to do here.”
“The most beautiful adventures are not those we go to seek.”
She smirked at him over her shoulder. “Who said that?”
“Robert Louis Stevenson.” He moved closer to her, placing a hand on her shoulder gently. “Just trust it, Jo. Things will come in their own time.”
Jo was quiet for a moment, before turning to look at him again. “Sure you still can’t tell me why me?”
“Not my question to ask. But someday you’ll get there.”
She looked at him again, and he couldn’t help but know she didn’t believe him.
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