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elisaphoenix13 · 3 years

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Once Upon A Summer (Ch.1)

This first chapter is for @chocopiggy (thanks for the commission, and hope it's to your liking)! This actually won't be connected to the Mama Bear AU, but Stephen will always be a mom in my heart. 😂

It all started because of an alert that Tony received from Friday. It wasn't one that told him that Peter was in danger...just that something had happened with his suit. Maybe a malfunction? Friday couldn't tell him either but she made sure to let him know that the teen was safe. When Tony checked Peter's location, his eyebrow shot up.

"What the hell is he doing out of Queens?" He mumbles to himself.

When the little dot shows no signs of moving, Tony walks over to his balcony and suits up to go check on the teen. Peter never really left Queens and if he did, it was to visit Tony. Well...until now that is. Peter now permanently resided in the tower penthouse with Tony and now the roles were kind of switched. He patrolled on the way to Queens, stayed there for a few hours, and then made his way back to the tower. Then again, Greenwich Village wasn't really out of the way. Maybe Peter followed a perp in that direction and...got lost.

Tony was even more confused when he landed in front of a building that he knew housed a couple of sorcerers he only really knew about. He never actually met them but he supposed now was as good a time as any if his tracker was accurate. He stepped forward and knocked on the door, and the door opened to let him in.

"Great. Place is haunted." Tony says as he walks in.

"It took you long enough." A voice says and he looks to the side to find one of the sorcerers.

He was the first thing Tony noticed because press photos didn't do Stephen Strange justice. He was much more attractive in person and Tony could feel butterflies in his chest. Not his stomach, because that would just mean he was nervous, but his chest...it warmed. It had a tingly feeling that was nice and unconcerning for a change. Stephen's eyes were beautiful and it was even more attractive to see him make butterflies fly around...a baby? A baby wearing the Ironspider suit…

"What did you do to my kid?!" Tony accuses immediately.

"Not me. Another sorcerer." Stephen dispels the butterflies he had been keeping baby Peter occupied with. "He was caught in a crossfire of spells and this happened."

"The enemy tried to turn you into a baby?" Tony asks.

"I have no idea. Possibly. Or he was hit with a different spell that affected him differently."

Stephen carefully picks up Peter, who looked to be about six months old, and carries him over to Tony. He wasn't sure what to do with a baby, but he took him regardless and Peter cooed as he reached for Tony's sunglasses.

"Why haven't you changed him back?"

"This is something that needs to wear off on its own." Stephen replies with a sigh.

"How long will that take?" Tony asks suspiciously.

"Anywhere from weeks to months."

Tony balks. "What?! No! I'm in no way qualified to take care of a baby. At least for that long! You're a better option Doc."

"I'm a neurologist Stark. Not a pediatrician."

"I'm sure you've made the rounds though." Tony says and moves his head back a little to keep Peter away from his sunglasses. "This is partially your fault."

"He'll be fine." Stephen huffs.

"What if there are some magical side effects?" Tony counters. "That's apparently your area of expertise and you have to help until he's back to normal. I swear if he grows a tail-"

"He's not going to grow a tail."

Tony could practically see the thoughts running through Stephen's head and he watched as the sorcerer finally sighed. They both knew Tony was right and that Stephen had to take some kind of responsibility for what happened. If some magical side effect came up, Stephen would be the one to deal with it, and he kind of was a better choice to take care of a baby. Tony was willing to do what he could, but there was very little he knew about babies.

"Alright. I'll check in every day." Stephen acquiesces. "Fortunately it seems his powers are dormant so neither of us will need to pry an infant from the ceiling." He points at the baby. "He's been diapered and fed but he'll likely be hungry again soon. I'd get baby supplies if I were you."

"Guess we're going shopping, Doc."

"...we?"

"Who's the medical doctor here?" Tony huffs. "I know less than you do about child rearing. I'm not sure what to feed him or anything like that!"

Stephen answers with another sigh and nods. With some magic, he changes into some normal clothes and walks over to the front door. It was enough of an answer for Tony and he followed Stephen out of the Sanctum and to the nearest store that sold baby items. From food to furniture. Which happened to be a Target. To Tony's relief, Peter was old enough to sit up by himself so he could sit in the shopping cart and Tony's arms could get a break. Stephen simply led the way to the furniture items first and both men looked at the collection apprehensively.

"Am I the only one who feels like we stepped in some strange land?" Tony jokes.

"Good to know it's not just me." Stephen mumbles. "I may have worked with babies before but that doesn't mean I know what half of this stuff is."

"Bare essentials then." Tony grins and grabs a set of plastic keys that they walk by and he hands them to Peter. "Here you go kid."

Peter babbles as he accepts the keys, immediately stuffing them into his mouth, and both Stephen and Tony watch as some drool drips from the baby's mouth.

"Bibs." They say in unison.

"Oh, you know what those are?" Stephen asks immediately after and Tony rolls his eyes.

"Oh very funny wizard."

"Sorcerer...and it's Stephen."

Tony smirks. "I know. I like watching your eyebrow twitch when I call you wizard though."

"You would." The younger man scoffs.

"So what's the bare minimum I need? Crib?" Tony asks, changing the subject.

Stephen shrugs. "I suppose you could buy a portable changing pad to change him on instead of getting a table."

Tony winces. Right. Peter wasn't currently potty trained anymore and the thought of changing him made him a little uncomfortable. He didn't know how to change a diaper in the first place and he didn't raise Peter from birth. His kid was just a temporary baby…

"It's going to have to happen eventually." Stephen says, as if reading his mind.

Maybe he was.

"Maybe a playpen too. It's portable and it can keep him out of trouble if you have to take your eyes off of him to make dinner." Stephen continues.

"That's definitely coming." Tony says as he grabs the box to throw in the cart.

Stephen, meanwhile, stands in front of Peter and gently sticks his thumb in the baby's mouth. Peter babbles around the sorcerer's finger and Tony watches curiously as Stephen gently opens his mouth. It was clear the doctor was looking for something, but before he could ask, Stephen removed his finger, earning an audible protest from the mini human. When it became clear that Peter wasn't getting the finger back, he turned his attention back to his plastic keys as Stephen grabbed another toy off the rack.

"He's at the age where his teeth are coming in." Stephen finally explains. "You can put this in the freezer and also get some teething gel to numb his gums. You might be in for some long nights."

"Not like I have a regular sleeping schedule anyway." Tony bemoans.

"If you're lucky, a little gel before bedtime should do the trick."

They finish up in the baby department by grabbing some bibs, toys, burping cloths, bottles, and even a sippy cup before heading to the area of the store with the food and diapers. Stephen showed him what size diaper Peter would need, the cereal and fruit purees he could try feeding him, and also grabbed formula. It was still important at his age since it had the nutrients a baby needed. Once they finished by grabbing some wipes, they had to go back to the previous baby section because they realized they had forgotten to grab clothes. Onesies, pajamas, tiny shirts and tiny pants...Tony couldn't decide whether to freak out, tear up, or laugh when he saw the socks because it was a reminder that Peter was currently tiny and fragile and was relying solely on Tony (and Stephen) to survive.

He considered buying bubble wrap.

"I can't believe I'm going to say this...but kids are expensive." Tony remarks as they wait in line.

"Incredibly. People do it multiple times too."

"They can't be trusted." Tony jokes. "Anybody who puts themselves through that over and over again are closet sadists."

"You're an idiot." Stephen rolls his eyes as Tony unloads the cart onto the belt.

The cashier, and even a few nearby customers, gave them both a curious glance but nothing more was said. Probably because it was him buying baby stuff and was accompanied by another man. Fortunately they were in a day and age where for the most part, people didn't bat an eye when they saw a child with a same gender couple. Of course, Tony decided that he was going to have fun with it and looked over at Stephen who had grabbed a magazine to flick through.

"Honey, can you grab the keys from-" The billionaire is promptly interrupted when Stephen rolls up the magazine and smacks Tony with it before tossing it on the belt as well.

Peter found it hilarious and laughed which made Stephen smile and Tony to get that fuzzy feeling in his chest again.

"You can pay for that too since I had to resort to ruining it." Stephen huffs and gently takes the keys from Peter.

It was a quick ordeal. Peter had the super strength that every baby seemed to have when they didn't want something taken from them, and when Stephen finally won, his lower lip wobbled dangerously. The doctor held out the toy so it could be scanned without the cashier having to touch the drool covered keys, and then given back to Peter before his fussing could turn into full blown crying. Stephen may have some experience with children but it was like he was made to be a parent.

It kind of turned Tony on.

Which was weird? Sort of. He appreciated both men and women, and he and Pepper broke it off for the final time a while ago so it wasn't like he was in a relationship. But he barely knew Stephen. All he knew was what the tabloids had of him on his work, his car accident that ended his career, and then his supposed disappearance. Tony only knew about Stephen's new "career" because of chance. They very briefly fought together when Stephen had a mystical threat to take care of and Tony had been in the area, but everything happened so quickly that he didn't get a proper look at the sorcerer or a proper conversation.

Tony didn't mind looking at all.

"Do you mind?" Stephen suddenly asks, holding up a chocolate bar.

Tony motions to the belt. "Not at all."

"We should get water too. I didn't feed Peter so I'm sure he's getting hungry." Stephen says as he places the chocolate on the belt and grabs a couple of water bottles from the small fridge nearby.

"Oh, yeah. Good idea. I don't think those keys will keep him occupied much longer."

It didn't take long for the items to get scanned and for Tony to pay, but when they got outside, he realized his predicament. He flew to Greenwich Village in his suit. He couldn't fly back with a baby and all of the items he suddenly accrued. But then Stephen directed him to the side of the store where they would be out of sight and opened a portal. To his kitchen at the tower from the looks of it. Tony was a little uncomfortable with the idea of using magic to get home, but it was efficient and he didn't want to be caught in the middle of New York with a baby in the dark. The sun had nearly set.

So he takes a deep breath and gets the purchases through the portal as Stephen carefully pulls Peter out of the cart and walks through the portal. Tony had the mind to return the cart to a nearby corral before following the sorcerer through, and he watches as Stephen looks around the penthouse as the portal closes behind Tony.

"A playpen was a good idea." Stephen finally says. "This isn't exactly a baby friendly environment."

"I should probably set that up." Tony says. "I have a feeling holding him doesn't feel too good on your hands."

"Let me make him a bottle first."

Stephen hands Peter to Tony and digs through the bags on the counter to fish out the needed items to make him a bottle. Tony made sure to watch closely and listen to the amounts Stephen said to feed Peter and soon enough, the sorcerer took the baby back and sat on the couch with him where he handed Peter the bottle. He fortunately didn't have any trouble holding it himself and was able to drink from it while Stephen held him on one of his legs and Tony set up the playpen and the crib. The latter he was told to set up in his bedroom.

When he finished (to his enormous relief, there were some things he never cared to put together again), he exited his room to find the tv on a child friendly cartoon and Peter bouncing happily on Stephen's knee while he watched the pretty colors fly across the screen. What was surprising was seeing the younger man looking so content as he wipes Peter's mouth with one of the burping cloths. No irritation. No expressions to betray that he hated every second of this. In fact, Tony was pretty sure Stephen was enjoying it.

"Want to stay for dinner?" Tony blurts out and Stephen's head snaps up in surprise. He recovers quickly and shakes his head.

"I have things I need to do. Thank you though." Stephen gets up with Peter and holds him out for Tony to take. "I'll come by tomorrow."

"Alright," Tony replies, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice. "See you then."

"Good night."

And he was gone through another portal. Just like that.

"Bud…" Peter looks at him and Tony smirks. "I think you're going to end up being my little wingman."

#ironstrange #stephen strange #tony stark #baby peter parker #peter parker

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crystallinecrimsonmoth · 3 years

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Future Serial Killer [ongoing]

Chapter 4

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Carl watched as the Saviours handled their possessions roughly, chucking them in the back of the van. It felt wrong to follow Negan and his men, to get help from them felt like he was betraying his dad. He hated the sick feeling that it caused.

The large men who had followed Negan were surprisingly gentle with his friends, unlike their possessions, offering a hand to both Daniel and Ada as they climbed into the van. Ada gave Carl a reassuring smile before disappearing into the van, forcing Carl to acknowledge Negan’s presence, who was now standing with the car door open.

‘Get the hell in the car before I slap you again.’

‘I’ll bite you again if you touch me.’

‘And then I’ll kill the pretty boy in the van as payment, so get your ass in the car.’

Carl huffed out a breath but didn’t argue anymore, getting into the passenger side and glaring at Negan while the man got in and started driving. They were quiet for a long time, at least ten minutes of driving time passing before Negan made any noise.

‘I’m sorry about your sister. She was a cute kid.’ Carl rolled his eyes at that comment, turning his head to look out the window and glimpsing the sight of a walker ripping into a deer.

‘Can’t believe deers still exist.’ He murmured quietly to himself, but Negan obviously heard, the car dead silent other than the sound of both their breathing.

‘Nature finds a way, kid.’

‘Could you stop calling me that?!’ Carl snapped, frustrated by the whole situation.

How the fuck did he end up in his father’s enemy’s car? Losing his dad wasn’t enough for the world apparently because now the nightmares were joined by the real fucking face in front of his eyes, driving the car he was sitting in and offering medical help. What the fuck happened to make this chain of events unfold?

Negan looked somewhat surprised when Carl snapped but he didn’t care, irritated enough by the man’s face, never mind his nicknames for him. He hated being called a kid, he was seventeen for fuck's sake, or at least he thought he was. He wasn’t a kid anymore; he should have been equal to Negan. Instead, with no weapons to his name, he’d allowed himself to be picked up like a kid taking candy from a stranger, and he’d dragged his unsuspecting friends along with him.

The Saviours were a horrid group of mercenaries who would most likely rape Ada and beat Daniel to death, and he’d led them right into their waiting hands. He hated himself for it.

The car seemed quieter now, like Negan didn’t know what to say after the teen’s outburst, before he finally spoke.

‘You deserved to be one, though. You deserved the time to grow up like I did, in a normal world without the dead roaming the streets. But you’re right, you’re not a kid, you haven’t been for a long time.’ He sighed, staring out at the open road as he drove them to the Sanctuary.

Carl glanced at him, still with a sour puss look on his face.

‘Why are you helping me, Negan? Do you have a game plan here? Am I a dead man walking?’

‘Now you see, that’s how I know you’re not a kid. You ask the right goddamn questions.’ Negan hummed but he didn’t answer him, pulling up within the gates of the Sanctuary when they were opened in front of them.

‘Still just as ugly as it was last time.’

‘You’re not funny. Hey, unload the shit, I gotta take the kids to the Doc!’ Negan gestured to a few people standing around, who quickly went to the van to unload the supplies in it.

Carl looked around at the settlement, surprised to see an extra growing patch with plants sprouting from the soil, and a different dog barking at the chained walkers at the front gates.

‘What happened to the other one?’

Negan looked at him and then to where he was pointing.

‘Oh, that. The other one got too close to the dead motherfuckers.’ He explained simply, putting a tight hand on Carl’s shoulder as they waited for Ada and Daniel to get out of the van.

Daniel looked terrified as he took in the Sanctuary, stumbling away from the guy who let him out and staying glued to Ada’s side. She, on the other hand, looked up at the height of the building in amazement, before approaching Negan and Carl.

‘Your guys are alright.’

‘They’re under my orders and I’m not a bad guy.’

‘Don’t think Glenn and Abe would agree with that.’

‘Who?’ Negan turned to Carl with a smirk, but the teen knew it was just to get a rise out of him.

He lowered his shaking fist, not wanting to start something he couldn’t finish without a weapon, and settled for insulting instead.

‘Asshole.’

‘You’re going to wear that nickname out in a day, aren’t ya? Okay, kids, time for a check-up and stitches!’ He announced, putting an arm around Daniel’s shoulders when Ada moved back to Carl, walking ahead of them with the younger man.

Ada put her hand in Carl’s once she was beside him, leaning on his shoulder and looking up at him with big eyes.

‘You think he’s okay?’

‘How would I know? That bastard beat two of my friends’ brains to mush and now he’s inviting me to his house for free stitches? It doesn’t make sense.’

Ada frowned, stroking the back of Carl’s uninjured hand.

‘He hasn’t hurt us so far. Maybe he’s had a change of heart?’ She suggested, a little too optimistic for Carl’s liking.

‘I might believe that if he hadn’t burned my family alive a month ago.’

They entered the Sanctuary building and followed Negan with Daniel, who was looking around the place curiously. Negan seemed to point things out to him every so often in casual conversation, and Carl only watched while he noticed a faint smile on Ada’s face at the two’s interaction.

When they reached what he assumed to be the medical part of the Sanctuary, the doctor kneeled in front of them, bowing his head to Negan who beamed proudly, looking back at Ada and Carl like he was proving a point. Carl knew exactly what that point was, and he didn’t need it proven again after his last experience in the Sanctuary.

‘Doc, you remember Carl. I don’t know the names of the other two. The lady can introduce them both.’ He waved a hand in the direction of Ada and wandered over to one of the supply cabinets, pulling out what Carl assumed to be painkillers.

‘Ada, that’s Daniel.’ Ada smiled at the doctor from beside Carl, letting Daniel stick to her side again when Negan let go of him.

‘The little bastard bit me. Can you believe that shit, Doc? I offer him help and he fucking bites me.’

‘You had it coming.’

‘That mouth is gonna get you fucking killed.’ Negan warned to shut Carl up, sitting on a chair and swallowing down the painkillers.

Carl glared at him, turning back to the doctor who seemed focused on his job now.

‘Okay, Simon told me about the bite on your wrist, I’ll deal with that after the check-ups since it’ll take longer. Here.’ He rummaged through a cupboard and brought out a syringe and a bottle of medicine.

‘Tetanus shot, Carl, can you take your shirt off for me?’

That made Negan wolf-whistle and he smirked at Carl, clearly already doped from the painkillers.

‘Yeah, Carl, shirt off. Give the lady something to look at.’

Carl did his best to ignore the man, taking off his shirt and giving the doctor his arm. Once the injection was done, the man evaluated his injured hand and then shook his head.

‘Those deep cuts will take a while to stitch. May I examine you two first? Especially you, Daniel.’ He smiled at Ada and Daniel.

‘Why especially him?’ Carl frowned from where he was standing, feeling wary of the doctor all of a sudden in case he posed a danger to Daniel.

Daniel looked uneasy now as he shifted back and forth on his feet. The doctor didn’t approach him but spoke in a kind tone.

‘What are you using to bind your chest, Daniel?’

Carl saw Daniel’s eyes widen and it took him a moment to catch on before he realised what the doctor meant. Daniel was always awake before him, always went to sleep after he did, always wore the same baggy hoodie during the day despite the heat. Oh…

Ada stepped in when Daniel was questioned, and Carl supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised that she already knew. The pair had been travelling together two years before they met him.

‘We searched for a real one for months but couldn’t find one, he’s been using bandages. I told him not to, it’s not like anyone else is going to see but he wouldn’t listen.’ She sighed, looking away when Daniel glared at her.

The doctor nodded slowly, glancing at Negan who was frowning, looking concerned as he watched Daniel retreat into himself.

‘Okay then. I need to examine Daniel, and Carl needs to be stitched up. Sir, are you willing to deal with Carl’s wounds?’ He asked Negan politely who took a moment before nodding, collecting the stitching equipment and standing behind Carl, waiting for the go-ahead from the doctor.

‘Make sure the cuts are clean before you stitch them. Ada, if you could stay to interpret for Daniel, I’d be thankful. My sign language isn’t the best and I’d rather he wasn’t bending to write things down.’ The doctor smiled at Ada, who nodded, kissing Carl’s cheek once before sitting on the examining table with Daniel, holding his hand in hers.

Carl smiled at Daniel who managed a small smile back, and he was glad he’d reassured him that he wasn’t bothered by the discovery. Starting for the door, Carl was almost out of the room with Negan when one of the guards across the hall whispered under his breath and both of them caught it.

‘Tranny freak.’

Negan’s reaction was immediate and terrifying, and Carl ducked so low when he heard the shot that he almost hit the floor, doing his best to stifle the scream that wanted to leave him when he saw the guard on the floor, a bullet in his forehead.

‘I don’t have time for that shit in my house. Come on, your hand needs attention more than the dead guy.’ Negan’s rough voice spoke up from above him, and Carl straightened to walk beside him, very aware of the hair-trigger on Negan now.

‘Okay.’

#cegan #future serial killer #chapter 4 #carl/negan #carl x negan #negan x carl

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winchestersplusone · 7 years

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Chapter 92: Monsters

Summary: It’s Ellie and Dean versus a monster and the winner gets Sam.

Wordcount: 3524

Warnings: Show-level violence.

A/N: A shorter one this time, but I hope it makes up for it with quality.

Episode Guide: This chapter takes place during 3x15

Chapter 92: Monsters

My head ached so much I couldn’t open my eyes. It was emanating from my forehead, spreading out all through my brain and my face. I immediately thought about the time I’d cracked my skull open. Anything but that again. I wasn’t prepared to lie in bed for six weeks, bored out of my damn aching mind.

With my eyes squished shut tight, I started to wake up properly and go back over what had happened. Sam and I found Doc Benton’s cabin. We went in, and found a dead guy and a live woman. But then the Doc himself showed up, so I made Sam take the woman through the window while I created a diversion.

By running directly at the Doc, yelling at him.

Okay, so… I think by this point, we’re all aware that I am not exactly a genius. Sometimes you gotta think in the spur of the moment and just run with whatever stupid-ass thing comes into your mind.

Then there’d been a hell of a fight. He’d known I was there, of course, having already seen my silhouette as he came down the stairs. But he was taken by surprise when I started running at him. That gave me time for a solid kick in the chest that sent him hurtling backwards.

The guy was like super old. But apparently not old enough to be an easy ass-whooping. I was able to get out my little pink knife, and that gave him some trouble. He’d be needing even more new skin, after what I’d done to his face, neck and arm.

He fought back, and in that cramped little cellar, there was plenty of opportunity for us to back each other into the walls. Then there’d be a moment and the balance would turn and back we’d go.

Until he found the shovel.

In my defence, there is not a lot you can do when a guy smacks you in the head with a shovel. I was in a confined space, without much opportunity to duck and weave. And he caught me by surprise.

So… I was lying somewhere hard and flat. I could feel the cold, solid surface under my back. Metal, probably. That made sense, because my captor used those old fashioned gurneys. I’d seen them.

I tried to move each arm and leg, as well as arch my back. As predicted, everything was strapped down good and tight. Escape was not going to be easy. A pair of handcuffs and I’m as good as gone, but there’s not a lot to be done with leather straps. My best bet was to keep pulling with my strong left arm and try to weaken the strap at each end. If I put enough strain on it, it was possible I could pull free.

Next thing was to listen. Ignoring the pain, I focused my mind on audio. There were no footsteps in the room, as far as I could tell. No signs of anyone moving. There was definitely something above me. There were high-pitched creaks and deep-sharp sounds, gone faster than a finger click. I was probably in the cellar, which meant I was hearing someone walking in the cabin above. That must have been why I couldn’t hear the organ-harvesting freak moving in the room with me.

Then there was a groan. It was a distinct, clear, human-made sound. Male, probably. Someone was in pain, and very close by.

“Hello?” I whispered, hoping they were so close they’d hear me. I still wasn’t game to open my eyes to the light around me.

“Ellie?”

Seriously? It was Sam. What the hell, Sam, this is not how you rescue.

“Sam? He caught you too?”

“Yeah.”

He and I had been tied up and held captive by monsters at least three times in three months. We volunteered to be vampire bait, to get into a nest in Michigan. Then again, when we were caught by that crocotta in Ohio. And all three of us were tied to chairs, as a temporary setback, while dealing with a shifter in Nebraska.

“We have got to stop meeting like this,” I whispered. “People will start to talk.”

Well, I found myself amusing, even if Sam didn’t.

“I can’t see you from here. Are you okay?” he asked, all serious voice.

“My head hurts like a bitch, but far as I can tell, I’ve got all organs accounted for. What are you doing here?”

“I was coming back for you,” he said.

Nice one, dude. Now we’re both organ donors.

“And you got caught?”

“Yeah,” he said, with rather a forceful grunt behind it.

“Like… five minutes after me, or what?”

“An hour, maybe,” he said. “I got Megan to the hospital, then went back to the motel for supplies. Called Dean on my way out to the car and then… he was in the carpark. Hit me with a shovel…”

At least I wasn’t alone in the excruciating headache thing. “Hurts like hell, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said, with a sigh. “Do you think you can get free?”

I had been trying throughout our conversation. I was pulling upward with my left arm and forcing movement side to side as much as I could. Leather doesn’t break easy, but the strap would have a weakness somewhere.

“Maybe. Depends how old this strap is. It’s pretty strong. You?”

“No,” he said. “Um… my eyes are taped open.”

“Huh?” I asked, wrenching my arm upward again. It felt like it gave a little.

“My eyes,” Sam said. “I can’t close them. There’s something holding them open.”

Hadn’t I thought to myself that Sam’s beautiful eyes were well worth stealing? I’m not a superstitious person, but I wondered if I’d somehow made it happen, by thinking about it.

“We gotta get out of here,” I said, pulling up to weaken the strap again.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s going to happen, little lady.”

In between listening to Sam, frantically pulling at my straps and trying to do it all through the fog of a potential concussion, I had obviously not heard Doc Benton coming back downstairs into the basement.

I gave one last attempt to break free by kicking and flailing with all four limbs, before I felt his gross cold hand on my left wrist. He pulled to tighten the strap and it was worse than before I had started. It felt like my circulation was being cut. I could feel him leaning over me to tighten the right strap as well.

“It’s not personal, miss. You’re just wriggly and I can’t have you interrupting me.”

“I’ll interrupt your face!” I shouted.

Interrupt his face? What the fuck, Ellie?

He did not respond to my bizarre threat, moving down to tighten the binds on my ankles as well.

“Leave her alone,” Sam said. “Don’t touch her!”

“Shhh…” said the Doc, as the leather suddenly began to dig into the skin on my right ankle. “I’m not gonna take anything she didn’t take from me. Just a little skin. And maybe I’m gonna need her stomach. We’ll see. You’ve got a powerful kick on you, little miss.”

“Ellie!” Sam called out.

“Sa…” I couldn’t reply more than that, as the Doc pulled to tighten the strap around my chest. All the wind was squeezed out of me and I couldn’t make any sound come out of my mouth.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” the Doc said. I could tell by his steps that he was moving away from me towards Sam. “Shrill voice your girlfriend has.”

Even if my binds hadn’t been so tight, I still wouldn’t have been able to move anymore. My shallow breaths were painful, and I didn’t know if any oxygen was getting to my body. I tried to listen as the Doc spoke to Sam.

“You can relax. It’s all gonna be okay. Ain’t nothing gonna happen here that you got to worry about, Sammy. Your chances of coming out of this procedure alive? Very, very high.”

“What about Ellie?” asked Sam, before he called for me again. “If you hurt her, I’ll…”

“You think I’m some kind of monster, don’t you?” said the Doc. “Well, I got to tell you…”

But I didn’t get to find out what he wanted to tell Sam. Concentrating on his voice, thinking through my pain and getting breath into my chest was too much for my body to handle. There was fire in me, moving out from my lungs in little tendrils that burned all over.

All I could think was “Hey… at least I’ll be unconscious when he cuts my stomach out!”

I was eased awake slowly. There were hands holding me. One on my arm, one on my back, one in my hair. I instinctively gulped down as much air as I could, still feeling like I was suffocating.

“Hey, hey, Ellie! Ellie, it’s okay. Breathe slow.”

I knew that voice and even though I couldn’t actually piece things together properly, I definitely trusted the voice and whoever it belonged to. So I tried my best to stay calm and take a long, deliberate breath.

“That’s good,” said the voice. “In… out… in… out. Just like you taught me, remember? In…”

Out.

It was Sam talking to me. I followed along with him, breathing like he told me. In… out… The hand on my back rubbed up and down, while the one on my arm stayed steady. The one in my hair felt nice, slowly and softly petting the hair away from my face and out of my way.

Slowly, the pain eased and I was able to breathe properly without concentrating. I opened my eyes.

I was sitting up on the gurney, with a Winchester on either side. Sam was supporting my back and my arm, while Dean kept his hand in my hair.

“Hey, there she is,” said Sam.

Dean grinned. “I’ll interrupt your face?”

I smiled. Not my finest comeback.

But how was Dean there? Hadn’t he gone to find Uncle Rufus and deal with Bela?

“What happened?” I asked, as Sam looked closely at my open eyes, presumably checking for concussion.

“Got here just in time to save you crazy kids,” Dean said. He pointed across to the other gurney. “Turns out immortality can’t save you from a knife dipped in chloroform.”

Crafty. A lot of people thought Dean was the brawny brother, but he was actually a real smart, creative thinker. Plus Sam also is super built, so let’s not be putting people in boxes okay?

Doc Benton was lying prone, strapped down where Sam had been. I peered over at the bindings holding him there.

“I feel like those straps could be tighter,” I said. “Guy’s immortal, right? He’s not gonna sweat a little lung crushing.”

Dean smirked again. “Ah, Princess, I love it when you get vengeful.” Now I was breathing properly, he made sure Sam had me steady and got up off the bed. “You go from Strawberry Shortcake to Kill Bill in half a second.”

“I think he’s waking up,” Sam said, letting go of me, his hands still hovering nearby in case I fell.

I was fine. I was no longer dizzy, and the pains in my head and chest had both eased. I was about to jump down from the gurney, but Sam saw me and immediately moved to stop me.

“Whoa, slow down,” he said.

He was right to stop me. There was a moment where I teetered on the edge of the gurney and I knew I’d have fallen. He grabbed either side of my waist before the worst happened.

With my hands on his shoulders and his on my waist, he was able to lift me down and make sure my feet got on the floor neatly and safely. Then he walked beside me to the other gurney. Dean was on the other side, and the three of us looked down on the monster.

He looked so frail and human, lying there. His face was made up of at least four pieces of skin, but the stitching seemed more natural than the two hastily patched up cuts I’d inflicted on his cheek and neck. His hair was silvery-grey, like any old man’s. When he opened his eyes, I saw that one was clouded from a cataract. It was clear why he needed a new one. Because of the frequent skin transplants, he was almost free of wrinkles, but somehow he still looked ancient. Perhaps it was the sad pallor. He obviously didn’t get a lot of sun. He couldn’t, what with his very identifiable face.

But he didn’t look like a monster. He just looked like an old man who’d been through some violence, his face patched up and stitched together. It wasn’t scary or inhuman. It was more sad. And I absolutely understood why Dean didn’t want to go that route, desperate though we were.

“Oh hiya, Doc,” Dean greeted him. “Wakey wakey eggs and bac-ey.”

“Please,” he said, low and weak, locking gaze with Dean.

“Please what? You’ve been killing poor bastards for over a hundred and fifty years and now you got a request? Shut up!”

Fuck yeah! Apparently Dean was not in the mood to play games. I wondered what had happened with Bela. Nothing good, judging by Dean’s expression and irritation level.

“No you don’t understand,” the Doc said, still appealing directly to Dean. “I can help you. I know what you need.”

“We might have to cut him up into little bits,” Dean said to me and Sam, ignoring Benton completely. “You know, this immortality thing is a bitch.”

“Can I keep his nose?” I asked. “If it even is his nose? Doesn’t matter, I just want a nose.”

Benton’s eyes flickered from Dean to me, and I just smiled all polite, like I was meeting my date’s parents or something. His eyes immediately went back to Dean again.

“I can read the formula for you. You know, immortality… Forever young, never die.”

“Dean,” said Sam.

“Sam,” he replied.

But when Sam gestured towards the other side of the curtain, his brother began to follow him. Before they left, he caught my eye and motioned to the chloroform bottle. It was still on the low workbench alongside all the gross organ stealing instruments. There was a rag beside it. I nodded and as the boys went through the curtain and around the corner, I went to get them.

I carefully skirted around the Doc, not willing to take a chance that he’d manage to break free and grab me somehow, though it seemed unlikely. I’d been hit with a shovel and had my chest crushed til I couldn’t breathe. I was not taking any chances with this asshole.

I heard frustrated mutterings from the other side of the curtain, getting louder. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, though I tried. I opened the bottle of chloroform and poured some out onto the rag.

“To me it is, okay?” I heard Dean say. He was coming back. “Black or white. Human, not human.” He came through the curtain and neither of us even needed to speak to each other. I threw the soaked rag at him and he caught it as he came back around to Benton’s side.

Sam followed after him as Dean went on. “See, what the Doc is is a freakin’ monster. I can’t do it. I would rather go to hell.”

“You don’t understand,” Benton called out as Dean gripped the rag, leaning over him. “I can help you!”

Dean placed the rag over that lying, monstrous mouth. One of the Doc’s legs thrashed against the binding, but that was it. He was out like a candle, immune to death maybe, but not to chloroform.

“Now, I’m gonna take care of him,” Dean said. “You can either help me or not. It’s up to you.”

Sam looked at his brother, then down at the Doc’s unconscious form. Then he looked over at me. I didn’t know what he was expecting to see, so I just nodded, hoping he would understand me. This was Dean’s choice, and if he didn’t want to take that option, it wasn’t for Sam or me to object.

“Okay,” Sam said, turning back to Dean. “What are we gonna do with him?”

I was so happy, I forgot my shaky balance as I rushed over to join my two favourite brothers. I didn’t like it when they fought, and I really didn’t like seeing Sam so desperate that he forgot about that strong moral code that I so admired.

We didn’t agree with Dean. It wasn’t black and white. Sam and I had agreed that monsters weren’t all monsters. But a person who chooses to be a monster? They don’t deserve our pity.

My enthusiasm made me stumble and trip, but Sam caught me, his strong hands grabbing hold of my arms, and pulling me close to him.

“I’m sorry,” I said, straightening myself up. “Sorry this wasn’t the answer, I mean. But we’ve still got time.” I was speaking to Dean too, now. “There’s gotta be a way.”

Dean smiled, before turning away to look at the Doc again. “And Strawberry Shortcake’s back. Come on, Princess, we need Revenge Ellie on this.”

I looked down at what was appeared to be a helpless old man, lying unconscious before us. Like Dean had said, we could chop him up and leave him in different places. Would that kill him, or just stop him reassembling? Didn’t that amount to the same thing? And if he was immortal, where would his consciousness be while he was lying in pieces buried up and down the country? Would he be able to reflect on his crimes?

Dismemberment seemed like the easy way out, and this guy didn’t deserve it. Killing others to prolong his own worthless life? Not okay.

“We could bury him,” I suggested. “Alive, I mean. Find a box, chain him up real tight and put him six feet under.”

“What if someone digs him up?” Dean asked.

“Twelve feet?” I asked.

“We could use that shovel he hit us with,” Sam suggested.

There was a crappy old broken fridge in the cabin. We didn’t want to bury him right next to the road, so once we had him in the fridge, the boys hauled him as far as they could. We had our own shovels, of course, so we were all able to dig. We didn’t go down twelve feet, but when Sam decided to climb out of the hole, it was over his head height. It took both Dean and I to help pull him up.

There was room for him to move a little in the fridge. Because Dean’s a nice guy, he had thrown in a matchbook. It was important that the Doc be able to see his new home properly. I put a piece of bread in his pocket. Didn’t want him going hungry during eternity. Feeling like we’d adequately equipped him for his future, we got several thick chains around the fridge and padlocked them. They were so tight, there wasn’t any way to open the door.

We rolled the fridge into the hole and gazed down upon it. That oughta keep him pretty well gone, right? He wouldn’t be dug up in a hurry, and maybe if some tectonic plate movement someday brought him to the surface, he’d still be chained into a fridge. Someone on the outside would need the tools, and inclination, to break him out. And maybe by then, he’d have rethought his morals and found Jesus or whatever.

Sam grabbed the diary with the formula from his pocket and looked at it. I was hoping we could burn it or something, but watching Sam drop it into the hole brought me so much joy, I leapt towards him, holding him round the middle in an aggressive hug.

His own right arm went around my shoulder. “Thanks, Pea.”

“What for?” I asked.

“For believing I’d do the right thing eventually.”

I just squeezed him harder, my ear smooshed up against his chest so I could hear his rapid heart beat. He was obviously still recovering from the digging. And we still had to fill the damn thing in again.

“No! No! Don’t!”

Benton had woken up. His screams were muffled, but we could still understand him.

“Stop it! I can help you! No!”

“Enjoy forever in there, Doc!” Dean called back.

I let go of Sam and grabbed both of our shovels. Dean had already started to throw the earth back into the hole. Taking advantage of that elevated heart beat, Sam got straight into it as well. It took me a few seconds to get my brain organised enough to hold the shovel right.

But by the time I was scooping up the fresh dug dirt, the Doc’s screams were already drowned out. I couldn’t hear his pleading, and didn’t want to.

Sam and I knew that not all monsters are monsters.

But some are.

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prompt? following the end of episode 9, Jo hears what alex is going to do, and calls him saying that he shouldn't and that she still loves him, and he walks away from the DA's office to go find her?

“So Wilson, how does it feel to successfully triageseveral traumas on your own?”

Jo smiled and looked over at the perky Kepner, who hadpulled her into a side hug. Jo nodded excitedly, “It feels good. Reallygood.”

April pulled away to pick her supply bag off the ground,“Well you did very well. Have you given any thought to trauma?”

“I…,” Jo trailed off as her phone buzzed. Herbrows furrowed in question upon seeing Dr. Grey’s name, “Hello?”

“Wilson,” the older doctor rushed out in relief,“Thank God you answered.”

“What…?”

Meredith’s voice then took on a cold edge, “I don’tknow what kind of game you are trying to pull…”

“What…?”

“But I need you to listen to me. I know Alex made amistake, probably a criminal level mistake, but he’s a good guy that doesn’tdeserve two years in prison.”

Jo turned away to try to keep the conversation from beingoverheard by the various medical professionals still on the scene, “Areyou trying to intimidate me? To influence my testimony tomorrow? Becausethat’s…”

“What? No. Alex came to me talking circles about youbeing freaked out over tomorrow and now he’s at the courthouse signing his lifeaway.”

Jo felt the blood rush out of her face as she stumbled tolean on the closest ambulance. Her voice came out a tiny squeak,“He…what?”

The older woman’s voice took on a harsher tone, “Wasn’tthat what you wanted?”

“No! I didn’t want to be involved in this at all.”

She could almost hear Meredith rolling her eyes, “Wellit’s too late for that. Will you just call him please? Try to talk him down. Hewon’t answer my calls, I think he’s sending them to voicemail. Just tellhim…”

Jo disconnected the call and jogged back to Kepner,“We’re done right?”

April gave her a wary once over, confused by the questionand change in the resident’s demeanor, “Yeah…We’re catching a ride backwith this rig. Firefighter with a broken wrist secondary to a fall.”

Jo smiled as she jumped in, “Great, he’s stable.”She looked up at the ambulance driver, “You’ll be taking us throughdowntown, right?”

The driver looked at her strangely, “Well it is thefastest route from here.”

“Great,” Jo exclaimed as she took a seat on thebench, “You can drop me at the courthouse.”

The driver gave her a sarcastic chuckle as he leaned intothe rig, “Listen doc, I ain’t no taxi driver or fancy chauffeur.”

“Look, he’s fine. That thing probably only needs acast…”

The firefighter glanced up at Jo from the gurney,“Really?”

Jo nodded almost dismissively, “Look, he can spare afew seconds for you to drop me off. You don’t have to get me to the door, I canjog a few blocks.”

The EMT rolled his eyes, “You gonna jump off theinterstate, doc, or are you asking me to take an unnecessary exit?”

Jo rolled her eyes as she pulled the phone up to her ear,“You realize you’ve had time to drop me off in the time we’ve beendiscussing this?” Her eyes widened as Alex’s voicemail picked up beforeshe quickly let out a sigh of frustration, “Alex! Pick up your damn phone.”She disconnected the call and immediately began to dial again, “Ugh!”

April’s eyes widened as she glanced at the EMT nervouslybefore cutting her eyes towards Jo again, “You do realize this could result indisciplinary action for him if…”

“No one is gonna find out,” Jo hissed before looking at theEMT, “Tell them I threatened you. There are sharp instruments all over thisrig. Or tell them I threatened to light the O2.”

“Dude!”

Jo looked back down at the firefighter and rolled her eyes, “I’mnot gonna do it, chill.” She looked back over at the EMT, “Can you please juststop at the closest exit? I’ll walk the rest of the way.” She then moved thephone closer to her mouth as the EMT closed the door, “Alex, please answer thephone. Please?” She felt overwhelmingly helpless as she turned away from Kepnerand lowered her voice, “Grey told me what you are planning. Please don’t dothis. Just talk to me, please. Please, Alex.”

She turned back around straight to secure her seatbelt andlet out an elongated sigh. “Maybe you should try texting him.” Jo looked overto meet Kepner’s eyes as the trauma surgeon shrugged, “Maybe he’ll respond tothat.”

Jo nodded weakly and unlocked her phone to begin typing:

Alex, please answer your phone

She waited a moment before seeing the read receipt pop up.She anxiously dialed the phone and became irritated when it went to voicemailyet again. She opened her text messages and began furiously typing again:

Answer the damn phone.

If you are in with the DA, fake a family emergency and walkout so we can talk.

A cry escaped from her as each message popped up as read,but no response came. Jo bit her lip and began typing again:

I can see that you’rereading these, so please just hear me out. You think you’re helping me, but you’renot. I can’t deal with you going to prison because of my decisions. Walk out ofthere.

Please.

She held her breath as bubbles appeared indicating he wasresponding. She closed her eyes as anxiety flowed throughout every cell and herheart pounded in her chest. When the phone buzzed, she sighed in relief to suddenlyfeel once again as if her chest was going to explode upon reading his response:

You weren’t the one making the decision for me to pound DeLuca. That was me. Don’tblame yourself no matter what.

Jo rubbed her head in frustration and began typing again asthe door to the back swung open and the EMT looked at her with a smirk, “Thisnever happened.”

Jo jumped out as quickly as she could and noted he haddelivered her to within two blocks of the courthouse. She launched herself athim to hug him tightly, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jo smiled brightly before she took offrunning, his voice fading quickly behind her, “Hey, be careful, I don’t want tocome back for you getting hit by a car!”

Jo pulled the phone up to dial Alex’s number again, gettingready to leave another message when his wary voice came through the line, “Jo,give it a rest, alright?”

“Listen Alex, you sacrificing yourself helps no one. Not me,Grey, the kids, Bailey, DeLuca, your mother…”

“Leave her out of this,” he replied sharply.

Jo reached up to swipe a tear from her eye, “Alex, just tellme why you are doing this.” There was a silence on the end as she waited on thestreet corner for the red light to turn, “Alex?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” His voice lowered to a whisper, “I didwhat they are accusing me of and you get put in danger if it goes to trial. Itdoesn’t take a freaking genius to figure it out.”

“Don’t I get a say?”

She heard him sigh loudly, “Jo…”

“No, you told me to stay and fight and that’s what I plan todo. I’m done running and I’m done with drama and I’m so done with hiding whathappened to me and who I once was. I love you and I am going to fight for that.I’m done with the rest of it. But that doesn’t work if you’re in prison.” Shetried to push herself through the crowd as the light turned in order to runagain, “I need you for this next part, Alex. I’m not sure I can do it withoutyou.”

“Jo…”

“You fight your battle starting tomorrow and then I’ll startfighting mine. Like the team that we are, okay? I just…please don’t do this.”She was running full speed now, occasionally darting to avoid various otherpedestrians on the sidewalk before finally making her way up the courthousesteps only to stop as she saw him standing at the top, leaning against apillar. She gazed at him worriedly, the mix of emotions on his face causing herbreath to catch, “Alex?”

She watched as he looked down at his feet for a momentbefore sighing, “Where are you now?”

Her mouth dropped open slightly as she saw him begin to makehis way down the stairs as he pulled his keys out of his jacket. She took adeep breath, “Look to your left.”

He clumsily stopped and glanced her way with a look ofcomplete surprise. She shrugged helplessly as he jogged over towards her,slowing as he got near. He gave her a once over, “What are you doing here?”

She gave a shy smile, “Hoping to prevent you from making ahuge mistake.” She looked at him anxiously, “Am I too late?”

He shook his head slightly with a crooked smile, “No…no you’reright on time.”

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