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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-10-02 11:48 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-10-02 11:48 pm
Sam/Buffy - Friends and Allies
Fandom: Supernatural/Buffyverse/CSI:NY
Title: Friends and Allies
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sam Winchester/Buffy Summers, Dean Winchester/Bela Talbot, Faith Lehane, Lindsay Monroe, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.
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24hour_themes Prompt: 21:00 ~ Comprehension of Universal Truth
tamingthemuse Prompt: Rune Stones
Content Warning: Spoilers through 510: Abandon All Hope.
Summary: She was shorter than he thought she’d be.
Author’s Note: Part of my Devil Town series . Set between “Not Enough” and “Things that Needed to be Said.”
Disclaimer: I do not own. They all belong to Joss, Zukier and Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
She was shorter than he thought she’d be.
There was a lot of underground talk about Buffy Summers. Most hunters didn’t think of her as anything other than a legend and Slayers were a myth, but there she was, right in front of them clear as day, and Sam had to look down. If he wasn’t sure that he was so royally screwed that the leader of the Slayers was showing up looking for them, he might have been amused by the situation. He was the guy who let Lucifer out, after all. It was nine in the evening when Buffy knocked on Bela’s door, and while he probably shouldn’t have been the one to answer it, he was there and his jaw was the one that was hitting the floor. He swallowed hard, flashed her a smile, and tried not to seem too nervous about the whole thing.
“Uh, hi.” Then Detective Monroe appeared behind her, and he knew he was definitely, absolutely screwed. “Crap.”
Monroe smirked, shaking her head a bit before responding. “Relax, I’m not here to arrest you, Sam. I’m here to talk strategy.”
Sam blinked again, taking another step back from the door. “Strategy? Why would you be here to talk—”
“Because she’s a Watcher,” came Wesley’s voice from over Sam’s shoulder. Sam turned back to face him, confused, before glancing back to Monroe again.
“A cop who’s a Watcher?” Sam began. “No offense, Detective Monroe—”
“It’s Lindsay,” she said with a nod as she and Buffy started to walk past him into the room. “And I know. It’s weird. But think of the access I get to crime scenes and bodies without having to fake it.”
Sam looked back over at his brother, and Dean shrugged back at him, not quite sure what to make of it himself. They had never dealt with the Watcher’s Council before, and they had no idea what a Watcher was, other than a source of information. Their interactions with Wesley, and now, apparently, Lindsay, were their first. Whether or not this was going to set the tone for the rest of them, Sam wasn’t sure yet. Dean just closed the door behind them, checking to make sure that the runes and other warning signs to keep the First out were still in place, before turning back to the small group that had amassed themselves in Bela’s living room. She, for one, didn’t seem too pleased that there were all these people there when they hadn’t really been invited—at least not by her. She pressed her lips together, one hand landing on her hip as she looked over the new visitors.
“More people. Lovely.”
“Sorry, Bela,” Dean supplied quickly. “I don’t think they’re all staying, though.”
“No,” Wesley supplied, looking over at her himself. “I believe that Detective Monroe has managed to find appropriate accommodations for Faith, Buffy and myself. The only people you need to be concerned with housing are the Winchesters.”
Sam watched Bela carefully, and the way her eyes wandered over to Dean, before nodding to Wesley again. “Let me know if I can be of any help then. Excuse me.”
She then turned to head further into the apartment, and Sam saw his brother watch her go, but wasn’t quite sure what was going on there. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know. Bela, until a few hours ago, had been deader than dead as far as Sam was concerned, but somehow, there she was—walking, talking and breathing. She had saved his brother from the First, but Sam still wasn’t sure if that was enough to make him trust her quite yet. She was still Bela Talbot. And that still meant a hell of a lot as far as he was concerned.
Once Bela was gone, Sam turned his attention back to the people in front of him. Buffy glanced around at the five of them, before taking a deep breath. “So. Should we get to the planning?”
Dean raised an eyebrow at her, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “And who are you again?”
“Dean,” Sam sighed. “She’s Buffy Summers.”
“As in the Slayer?”
“Yup.”
“ … Well, shit. We’re screwed.”
***
To say that things got off to a rocky start with Buffy was an understatement. Dean didn’t trust her, Sam was scared of her, and she and Faith—well, Sam didn’t really want to know. All he did know was that Buffy didn’t put a whole lot of weight in the girl’s ideas, and that didn’t sit well with Sam and Dean. Out of all of them, Faith was the one they knew the best, and the one they trusted the most. Which, clearly, didn’t sit well with Buffy. It was that obvious when they decided to take a break and prepare to pack it in. Dean disappeared, Sam didn’t know to where, Faith found out where they were staying and bailed already, and Wesley and Lindsay had wandered off to talk about something between themselves.
Sam was sitting on the couch, flipping through one of Bela’s magazines when Buffy came over, sitting on the arm. He could feel her watching him for a moment, running her hands over her thighs before she finally spoke up. “So. Looks like we’re working together now.”
“Yeah,” Sam sighed, not even bothering to look up. “Looks like.”
She was quiet again for a minute, before closing her eyes and bringing one hand up to rub at her forehead. “Was it something I said? Because I feel like I was being perfectly social, but you and Dean seem to be a little—unresponsive.”
It was Sam’s turn to be quiet for a beat, before glancing over at her. “Well, you’re a little bossy.”
She straightened a bit at that, giving him a look as though he’d said something that offended her. “And how many Apocalyses have you stopped?”
“See, that? Right there? That’s your problem.” Sam closed the magazine and placed it back on the table. “You walk in here and take charge like you know what you’re doing, and maybe you do. But for you, this may have be just another Apocalypse, but for me and Dean? This is our lives. These are our choices. You don’t get to just come in and take control. Look, we acknowledge your experience. We get it. You saved the world. But if you want us to listen to what you have to say, you have to earn it. You can’t just take it.”
Buffy was quiet for a moment, before glancing back towards Wesley and Lindsay. “But you trust Wesley.”
“We’re getting there. He’s come through for us a few times.”
There was another pause, and Buffy straightened even more. “You trust Faith.”
“She’s had our back,” he replied, leaning back against the couch. “And she’s come through for us ever since we met her.”
“Oh. That’s great.” Buffy’s eyes narrowed. “Do you know what she’s done?”
“Doesn’t matter. She’s gotten past it,” Sam replied. “Do you know what I’ve done?”
She fell silent again, before pushing herself to her feet. “Well, good luck with that. Hopefully she won’t get you killed.” She didn’t give Sam a chance to respond, just turned and headed back towards Lindsay and Wesley. “C’mon guys. I think we’ve taken up enough of their time.”
Lindsay turned back to Sam and raised an eyebrow, but Sam looked away, turning back to the magazine again. He waited until the three of them disappeared out the door, before running a hand over his face and trying to pull himself back together again. A few minutes later he heard his brother’s footsteps getting closer and he looked up to see Dean looking a little worse for the wear, but still in one piece, meaning Bela didn’t try to kill him.
“The Nerd Squad gone?”
“Yup,” Sam nodded.
“Great. Now I can relax.” He rubbed his eyes before looking back at his brother again. “I’m gonna hit the sack. See you in the morning?”
“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “I’m just gonna stay up for a bit longer.”
As Dean nodded and disappeared, Sam just let out a slow breath and leaned back against the couch. He knew that now was not the time to be alienating allies, and he had just done that with a big one. But it had felt like the right thing to do.
He just hoped that somewhere along the line he didn’t regret it.
Title: Friends and Allies
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sam Winchester/Buffy Summers, Dean Winchester/Bela Talbot, Faith Lehane, Lindsay Monroe, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.
24hour_themes Prompt: 21:00 ~ Comprehension of Universal Truthtamingthemuse Prompt: Rune StonesContent Warning: Spoilers through 510: Abandon All Hope.
Summary: She was shorter than he thought she’d be.
Author’s Note: Part of my Devil Town series . Set between “Not Enough” and “Things that Needed to be Said.”
Disclaimer: I do not own. They all belong to Joss, Zukier and Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
She was shorter than he thought she’d be.
There was a lot of underground talk about Buffy Summers. Most hunters didn’t think of her as anything other than a legend and Slayers were a myth, but there she was, right in front of them clear as day, and Sam had to look down. If he wasn’t sure that he was so royally screwed that the leader of the Slayers was showing up looking for them, he might have been amused by the situation. He was the guy who let Lucifer out, after all. It was nine in the evening when Buffy knocked on Bela’s door, and while he probably shouldn’t have been the one to answer it, he was there and his jaw was the one that was hitting the floor. He swallowed hard, flashed her a smile, and tried not to seem too nervous about the whole thing.
“Uh, hi.” Then Detective Monroe appeared behind her, and he knew he was definitely, absolutely screwed. “Crap.”
Monroe smirked, shaking her head a bit before responding. “Relax, I’m not here to arrest you, Sam. I’m here to talk strategy.”
Sam blinked again, taking another step back from the door. “Strategy? Why would you be here to talk—”
“Because she’s a Watcher,” came Wesley’s voice from over Sam’s shoulder. Sam turned back to face him, confused, before glancing back to Monroe again.
“A cop who’s a Watcher?” Sam began. “No offense, Detective Monroe—”
“It’s Lindsay,” she said with a nod as she and Buffy started to walk past him into the room. “And I know. It’s weird. But think of the access I get to crime scenes and bodies without having to fake it.”
Sam looked back over at his brother, and Dean shrugged back at him, not quite sure what to make of it himself. They had never dealt with the Watcher’s Council before, and they had no idea what a Watcher was, other than a source of information. Their interactions with Wesley, and now, apparently, Lindsay, were their first. Whether or not this was going to set the tone for the rest of them, Sam wasn’t sure yet. Dean just closed the door behind them, checking to make sure that the runes and other warning signs to keep the First out were still in place, before turning back to the small group that had amassed themselves in Bela’s living room. She, for one, didn’t seem too pleased that there were all these people there when they hadn’t really been invited—at least not by her. She pressed her lips together, one hand landing on her hip as she looked over the new visitors.
“More people. Lovely.”
“Sorry, Bela,” Dean supplied quickly. “I don’t think they’re all staying, though.”
“No,” Wesley supplied, looking over at her himself. “I believe that Detective Monroe has managed to find appropriate accommodations for Faith, Buffy and myself. The only people you need to be concerned with housing are the Winchesters.”
Sam watched Bela carefully, and the way her eyes wandered over to Dean, before nodding to Wesley again. “Let me know if I can be of any help then. Excuse me.”
She then turned to head further into the apartment, and Sam saw his brother watch her go, but wasn’t quite sure what was going on there. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know. Bela, until a few hours ago, had been deader than dead as far as Sam was concerned, but somehow, there she was—walking, talking and breathing. She had saved his brother from the First, but Sam still wasn’t sure if that was enough to make him trust her quite yet. She was still Bela Talbot. And that still meant a hell of a lot as far as he was concerned.
Once Bela was gone, Sam turned his attention back to the people in front of him. Buffy glanced around at the five of them, before taking a deep breath. “So. Should we get to the planning?”
Dean raised an eyebrow at her, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “And who are you again?”
“Dean,” Sam sighed. “She’s Buffy Summers.”
“As in the Slayer?”
“Yup.”
“ … Well, shit. We’re screwed.”
***
To say that things got off to a rocky start with Buffy was an understatement. Dean didn’t trust her, Sam was scared of her, and she and Faith—well, Sam didn’t really want to know. All he did know was that Buffy didn’t put a whole lot of weight in the girl’s ideas, and that didn’t sit well with Sam and Dean. Out of all of them, Faith was the one they knew the best, and the one they trusted the most. Which, clearly, didn’t sit well with Buffy. It was that obvious when they decided to take a break and prepare to pack it in. Dean disappeared, Sam didn’t know to where, Faith found out where they were staying and bailed already, and Wesley and Lindsay had wandered off to talk about something between themselves.
Sam was sitting on the couch, flipping through one of Bela’s magazines when Buffy came over, sitting on the arm. He could feel her watching him for a moment, running her hands over her thighs before she finally spoke up. “So. Looks like we’re working together now.”
“Yeah,” Sam sighed, not even bothering to look up. “Looks like.”
She was quiet again for a minute, before closing her eyes and bringing one hand up to rub at her forehead. “Was it something I said? Because I feel like I was being perfectly social, but you and Dean seem to be a little—unresponsive.”
It was Sam’s turn to be quiet for a beat, before glancing over at her. “Well, you’re a little bossy.”
She straightened a bit at that, giving him a look as though he’d said something that offended her. “And how many Apocalyses have you stopped?”
“See, that? Right there? That’s your problem.” Sam closed the magazine and placed it back on the table. “You walk in here and take charge like you know what you’re doing, and maybe you do. But for you, this may have be just another Apocalypse, but for me and Dean? This is our lives. These are our choices. You don’t get to just come in and take control. Look, we acknowledge your experience. We get it. You saved the world. But if you want us to listen to what you have to say, you have to earn it. You can’t just take it.”
Buffy was quiet for a moment, before glancing back towards Wesley and Lindsay. “But you trust Wesley.”
“We’re getting there. He’s come through for us a few times.”
There was another pause, and Buffy straightened even more. “You trust Faith.”
“She’s had our back,” he replied, leaning back against the couch. “And she’s come through for us ever since we met her.”
“Oh. That’s great.” Buffy’s eyes narrowed. “Do you know what she’s done?”
“Doesn’t matter. She’s gotten past it,” Sam replied. “Do you know what I’ve done?”
She fell silent again, before pushing herself to her feet. “Well, good luck with that. Hopefully she won’t get you killed.” She didn’t give Sam a chance to respond, just turned and headed back towards Lindsay and Wesley. “C’mon guys. I think we’ve taken up enough of their time.”
Lindsay turned back to Sam and raised an eyebrow, but Sam looked away, turning back to the magazine again. He waited until the three of them disappeared out the door, before running a hand over his face and trying to pull himself back together again. A few minutes later he heard his brother’s footsteps getting closer and he looked up to see Dean looking a little worse for the wear, but still in one piece, meaning Bela didn’t try to kill him.
“The Nerd Squad gone?”
“Yup,” Sam nodded.
“Great. Now I can relax.” He rubbed his eyes before looking back at his brother again. “I’m gonna hit the sack. See you in the morning?”
“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “I’m just gonna stay up for a bit longer.”
As Dean nodded and disappeared, Sam just let out a slow breath and leaned back against the couch. He knew that now was not the time to be alienating allies, and he had just done that with a big one. But it had felt like the right thing to do.
He just hoped that somewhere along the line he didn’t regret it.
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