Ficlets: After The Fall (SCC/SPN/BTVS/OC)
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missmara13So... these are all SCC/SPN/BTVS/OC Crossover fics. The timelines have been altered to work the way I want them to, and I'm assuming that because of the events of SCC, the future has been altered significantly, but with Judgement Day still happening. These all take place in the first 3 years or so after Judgement Day, though the last one takes place BEFORE Judgement Day. You'll understand when you read.
If my HTML woks, then clicking ont he small pics SHOULD take you to see the larger ones. I jsut didn't want the big images appearing if I could help it.
Oh! VERY mild smut in one of them, but no details, just the pretty clear suggestion of it... lol
01.
Dean Winchester slowly edged into a new branch of the sewer system he'd taken refuge in, and froze when he saw a huddled figure sitting in the far corner, gun gripped tightly in their hand even though they were pretty clearly asleep. Dean was confident he could take the figure in a fight under normal circumstances, but a robot apocalypse wasn't normal circumstances, so Dean didn't move, waiting for whatever would happen next.
The last thing he expected was a slobbering puppy to come charging at him, licking his face and wagging it's tail excitedly. "Good boy?" he stammered, surprised.
"That answers that," came from the huddled figure, who had lifted their head.
Dean was only half surprised to see it was a teenage boy, maybe 14 or so, and relieved in a way that the boy hadn't relaxed his grip on the gun much if at all. "Answers what?"
"Animals don't like those... things," the boy said, slowly getting up and clearly, to Dean's eyes anyway, trying to disguise an injury. "Dogs go berserk if they come near, and Sirius is pretty good at warning me early."
"Sirius, huh?" Dean said, scratching the dog behind the ear. "He yours?"
"He is now."
Dean nodded slowly. "I'm Dean."
"Ryan."
02.
She was covered in grime, so thick she looked like she'd been living in it her whole life instead of less than a year, and when she was pointed in the direction of the shower room, where usually men and women took turns using, she walked right in with the men, washing off the layers of dirt while they stared.
It was enough to make some of them think Faith Lehane was a Terminator.
Dean just thought she was the ballsy kinda woman he liked.
Ryan just thought Dean was an idiot because, Terminator or not, he had a feeling Faith could snap Dean like a twig in two seconds flat.
"Ah, but what a way to go," Dean said, watching as Faith flipped her knife into the air and caught it again. Like an expert. Like Dean himself could do.
Ryan sighed and leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes because Dean was beside him and that meant it was safe to rest. "Dean..." he began in a warning tone.
"Who's the grown up here?" Dean protested.
Ryan opened one eye to regard Dean, the corner of his mouth twitching up in amusement. "You really want me to answer that?" he asked.
"Fuck off," Dean replied, grinning as he slung an arm around Ryan's shoulder's and pulled him closer. "Go to sleep, kid. I'm here."
"Better be," Ryan whispered sleepily.
"Your brother?" Faith asked as she settled down on the pallet she'd been given, just across from Dean and Ryan.
"Not by blood," Dean replied. "Found him right after all hell broke loose, we've stuck together ever since."
"So you're not just a hot body," Faith said. "You a good guy, too."
"Don't let it get around."
03.
Ryan was alive. That's what Dean and Faith both kept focusing on as they kept vigil by his pallet at the base. Yeah, he had lost so much weight in the camp that he looked like he shouldn't be, but he still was alive, and breathing, and fighting to stay that way.
Dean had thought Faith was hot the moment he saw her, hotter when he saw her in action, and even hotter when he found out she knew about Demons and vampires and had fought them for years before Judgement Day. But he realized he was in love with her as he watched her gently comb her fingers through Ryan's hair as the boy lay with his head in her lap. She was tough as nails, scary when she was angry, and all around intimidating, but he hadn't really expected this softer side. It didn't seem the mesh, the woman who'd slammed her knife through a Triple 8's spinal node, severing it and shutting the thing down, and the one who had later gently washed the grime off Ryan's shaking body, talking to him the whole time as he stared into space, eyes vacant.
"Stop looking at me like that, Winchester, it's creepy," Faith said, looking up with a tight, false, smile.
Dean forced his own smile in return. "What would that Slayer chick you told me about, miss goodie-two-shoes, think if she could see you right now?"
"That I was a pod person," Faith said, the smile slightly more genuine now. "Or posessed. Or under some kinda spell."
"You guys are freaks," Ryan murmured.
"Hey, sleeping beauty wakes," Dean mocked, moving close enough to clasp Ryan's hand in his own. "How you feeling?"
"Like shit."
"So... same as usual?" Dean asked with a grin.
"Pretty much," Ryan replied.
"Go back to sleep, we'll be right here, and I'll slaughter anyone, Terminator or human, who tries to bug you," Faith said.
"Thanks," Ryan whispered.
04.
Two years, almost to the day, after they met, Dean and Faith waited until Ryan was asleep before going to the other side of the curtain that seperated their little room on the base into the guys' side and Faith's side, and got down to business. They tried to be quiet so they wouldn't wake Ryan, muffling their grunts and groans against eachother's skin, and Dean almsot biting Faith's shoulder as her nails dug into his back, leaving scratches he wouldn't be able to hide in the wash room.
Later, when he crept back over to he and Ryan's side of the room and slipped into his own pallet, he heard Ryan shift.
"Next time, just tell me and I'll go for a walk so I don't have to listen to it, okay?" Ryan mumbled. "The pillows around here just aren't thick enough."
Dean whinced. "Gotcha," he said. "Sorry."
"Hey, I didn't say it bugs me," Ryan said. "I just don't need or want to hear it when I'm trying to sleep."
"I'll warn you next time."
"Thanks."
05.
For beings so vulnerable to EMPs, the Terminators didn't do much to protect themselves from them. Maybe they didn't think the humans were capable of building an EMP bomb, maybe they thought they were protected. Either way, when Ryan used his remote detonator to set off the bomb, every Terminator, every unshielded machine that had anything more complex than gears and levers, died. Back at base, everyone was celebrating and congratulating the trio, at least until the dogs went wild.
There was no time to think, to plan, to consider their next move, it was just chaos. Faith grabbed Dean and Ryan by their jackets and pulled them towards the one room of the complex shielded from an EMP, the device John Connor had pieced together years before humans should have discovered it in a Skynet vault deep within a mountain. There was no time to program much of a destination or a time, just somewhere on the coast of California, sometime before Judgement Day. As they were surrounded by a bubble of energy, the mountain seemed to explode around them, sending Ryan stumbling as Dean tried to brace him.
Faith grabbed their arms, her expression one of doubt and regret, just as the light became blinding.
06.
The light was still bright, but it was different.
Faith helped Dean get Ryan seated in the sand, then realized why it was still so bright.
"Look," she whispered then, louder, "Guys, look!" catching their attention.
In front of them stretched the ocean, the sun blazing above them in a way it hadn't for almost 3 years.
"I forgot how beautiful it was," Ryan said, forgetting the blood that was pouring down the side of his face.
"Yeah," Dean whispered, then shook his head. "We've gotta get clothes, find shelter, do recon," he said.
"Right," Faith said, still watching the horizon.
"Lehane," Dean repeated, finally getting her to turn. "We can all get tans later."
Ryan struggled to his feet, then froze as voices approached, three men by the sounds of it. "Incoming," he whispered.
Dean and Ryan moved to hide, while Faith stood in the open, a distraction. "Don't look," Dean told Ryan, still hoping Ryan had some tiny shred of innocence left that he could protect by not letting the teenager see he and Faith kill these men.
It was over in a few seconds, and Faith hid the bodies while Dean and Ryan got dressed, then pulled on a set of oversized clothes for herself, trying to make herself look like a slacker girl as much as possible. "We need clothes that fit," she finally said as she tied the t-shirt under her breasts and used a pair of bandanas knotted together as a belt to hold the khaki shorts up.
"We need to find out the date and try to find any operatives Connor sent back already," Dean added.
"No," Ryan said, looking up at them both from under the hood of the grey sweatshirt he'd snatched up so he could hide the scars and ID tattoos on his arm. "We need to find the Connors themselves."
The End
If my HTML woks, then clicking ont he small pics SHOULD take you to see the larger ones. I jsut didn't want the big images appearing if I could help it.
Oh! VERY mild smut in one of them, but no details, just the pretty clear suggestion of it... lol
01.
Dean Winchester slowly edged into a new branch of the sewer system he'd taken refuge in, and froze when he saw a huddled figure sitting in the far corner, gun gripped tightly in their hand even though they were pretty clearly asleep. Dean was confident he could take the figure in a fight under normal circumstances, but a robot apocalypse wasn't normal circumstances, so Dean didn't move, waiting for whatever would happen next.
The last thing he expected was a slobbering puppy to come charging at him, licking his face and wagging it's tail excitedly. "Good boy?" he stammered, surprised.
"That answers that," came from the huddled figure, who had lifted their head.
Dean was only half surprised to see it was a teenage boy, maybe 14 or so, and relieved in a way that the boy hadn't relaxed his grip on the gun much if at all. "Answers what?"
"Animals don't like those... things," the boy said, slowly getting up and clearly, to Dean's eyes anyway, trying to disguise an injury. "Dogs go berserk if they come near, and Sirius is pretty good at warning me early."
"Sirius, huh?" Dean said, scratching the dog behind the ear. "He yours?"
"He is now."
Dean nodded slowly. "I'm Dean."
"Ryan."
02.
She was covered in grime, so thick she looked like she'd been living in it her whole life instead of less than a year, and when she was pointed in the direction of the shower room, where usually men and women took turns using, she walked right in with the men, washing off the layers of dirt while they stared.
It was enough to make some of them think Faith Lehane was a Terminator.
Dean just thought she was the ballsy kinda woman he liked.
Ryan just thought Dean was an idiot because, Terminator or not, he had a feeling Faith could snap Dean like a twig in two seconds flat.
"Ah, but what a way to go," Dean said, watching as Faith flipped her knife into the air and caught it again. Like an expert. Like Dean himself could do.
Ryan sighed and leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes because Dean was beside him and that meant it was safe to rest. "Dean..." he began in a warning tone.
"Who's the grown up here?" Dean protested.
Ryan opened one eye to regard Dean, the corner of his mouth twitching up in amusement. "You really want me to answer that?" he asked.
"Fuck off," Dean replied, grinning as he slung an arm around Ryan's shoulder's and pulled him closer. "Go to sleep, kid. I'm here."
"Better be," Ryan whispered sleepily.
"Your brother?" Faith asked as she settled down on the pallet she'd been given, just across from Dean and Ryan.
"Not by blood," Dean replied. "Found him right after all hell broke loose, we've stuck together ever since."
"So you're not just a hot body," Faith said. "You a good guy, too."
"Don't let it get around."
03.
Ryan was alive. That's what Dean and Faith both kept focusing on as they kept vigil by his pallet at the base. Yeah, he had lost so much weight in the camp that he looked like he shouldn't be, but he still was alive, and breathing, and fighting to stay that way.
Dean had thought Faith was hot the moment he saw her, hotter when he saw her in action, and even hotter when he found out she knew about Demons and vampires and had fought them for years before Judgement Day. But he realized he was in love with her as he watched her gently comb her fingers through Ryan's hair as the boy lay with his head in her lap. She was tough as nails, scary when she was angry, and all around intimidating, but he hadn't really expected this softer side. It didn't seem the mesh, the woman who'd slammed her knife through a Triple 8's spinal node, severing it and shutting the thing down, and the one who had later gently washed the grime off Ryan's shaking body, talking to him the whole time as he stared into space, eyes vacant.
"Stop looking at me like that, Winchester, it's creepy," Faith said, looking up with a tight, false, smile.
Dean forced his own smile in return. "What would that Slayer chick you told me about, miss goodie-two-shoes, think if she could see you right now?"
"That I was a pod person," Faith said, the smile slightly more genuine now. "Or posessed. Or under some kinda spell."
"You guys are freaks," Ryan murmured.
"Hey, sleeping beauty wakes," Dean mocked, moving close enough to clasp Ryan's hand in his own. "How you feeling?"
"Like shit."
"So... same as usual?" Dean asked with a grin.
"Pretty much," Ryan replied.
"Go back to sleep, we'll be right here, and I'll slaughter anyone, Terminator or human, who tries to bug you," Faith said.
"Thanks," Ryan whispered.
04.
Two years, almost to the day, after they met, Dean and Faith waited until Ryan was asleep before going to the other side of the curtain that seperated their little room on the base into the guys' side and Faith's side, and got down to business. They tried to be quiet so they wouldn't wake Ryan, muffling their grunts and groans against eachother's skin, and Dean almsot biting Faith's shoulder as her nails dug into his back, leaving scratches he wouldn't be able to hide in the wash room.
Later, when he crept back over to he and Ryan's side of the room and slipped into his own pallet, he heard Ryan shift.
"Next time, just tell me and I'll go for a walk so I don't have to listen to it, okay?" Ryan mumbled. "The pillows around here just aren't thick enough."
Dean whinced. "Gotcha," he said. "Sorry."
"Hey, I didn't say it bugs me," Ryan said. "I just don't need or want to hear it when I'm trying to sleep."
"I'll warn you next time."
"Thanks."
05.
For beings so vulnerable to EMPs, the Terminators didn't do much to protect themselves from them. Maybe they didn't think the humans were capable of building an EMP bomb, maybe they thought they were protected. Either way, when Ryan used his remote detonator to set off the bomb, every Terminator, every unshielded machine that had anything more complex than gears and levers, died. Back at base, everyone was celebrating and congratulating the trio, at least until the dogs went wild.
There was no time to think, to plan, to consider their next move, it was just chaos. Faith grabbed Dean and Ryan by their jackets and pulled them towards the one room of the complex shielded from an EMP, the device John Connor had pieced together years before humans should have discovered it in a Skynet vault deep within a mountain. There was no time to program much of a destination or a time, just somewhere on the coast of California, sometime before Judgement Day. As they were surrounded by a bubble of energy, the mountain seemed to explode around them, sending Ryan stumbling as Dean tried to brace him.
Faith grabbed their arms, her expression one of doubt and regret, just as the light became blinding.
06.
The light was still bright, but it was different.
Faith helped Dean get Ryan seated in the sand, then realized why it was still so bright.
"Look," she whispered then, louder, "Guys, look!" catching their attention.
In front of them stretched the ocean, the sun blazing above them in a way it hadn't for almost 3 years.
"I forgot how beautiful it was," Ryan said, forgetting the blood that was pouring down the side of his face.
"Yeah," Dean whispered, then shook his head. "We've gotta get clothes, find shelter, do recon," he said.
"Right," Faith said, still watching the horizon.
"Lehane," Dean repeated, finally getting her to turn. "We can all get tans later."
Ryan struggled to his feet, then froze as voices approached, three men by the sounds of it. "Incoming," he whispered.
Dean and Ryan moved to hide, while Faith stood in the open, a distraction. "Don't look," Dean told Ryan, still hoping Ryan had some tiny shred of innocence left that he could protect by not letting the teenager see he and Faith kill these men.
It was over in a few seconds, and Faith hid the bodies while Dean and Ryan got dressed, then pulled on a set of oversized clothes for herself, trying to make herself look like a slacker girl as much as possible. "We need clothes that fit," she finally said as she tied the t-shirt under her breasts and used a pair of bandanas knotted together as a belt to hold the khaki shorts up.
"We need to find out the date and try to find any operatives Connor sent back already," Dean added.
"No," Ryan said, looking up at them both from under the hood of the grey sweatshirt he'd snatched up so he could hide the scars and ID tattoos on his arm. "We need to find the Connors themselves."
The End
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Date: 2008-11-04 03:02 pm (UTC)I love when you write Dean/Faith and I always grin when I seen Dean and Ryan acting like brothers.
This was great. Thanks for sharing!
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