SPN Fic: The Path We Choose- (5/?)

[tenoko1]

Title: The Path We Choose

Author: Tenoko1

Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Sarah

Warnings: Takes place after season five, with references through season seven

Rating: PG-13

Summary: They’d tried once before to defy Chuck’s prophecies, but Dean wouldn’t be a Winchester if he was willing to accept God’s word as final answer.

Disclaimer: Do not own

Notes: Comments are love

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Chapter Five

            “What have we found so far?” asked, Dean, scrubbing a hand over his face and pinching the bridge of his nose. Everything was starting to blur together on the page and a headache was building in the back of his skull.

            Picking up his coffee cup, Bobby faltered, frowning at it, then setting it back down with a sigh. “Did someone put on a fresh pot?” Sam rose and reached for the older man’s cup, moving off into the kitchen to fix them all fresh cups. “The only thing I’ve found so far that might account for Chuck’s whereabouts are where it talks in the Bible about the fate of prophets. Most die gruesomely.”

            “Yeah except dying would have left behind evidence,” argued Dean. “A body. Blood splatters. Something.”

            Bobby nodded. “Or in cases like Elijah’s, the prophet never died, was just spirited away.”

            “So he just up and vanished, too?”

            The springs in the couch creaked as Castiel shifted his weight, drawing Dean’s attention. “No. Elijah was honored for doing his duty and being a true man of God. He was taken directly to Heaven without having to die a physical death. Only when the time comes that he is to walk the earth once more will he die a physical death.”

            Dean glanced at his friend, their eyes instantly meeting. “So is that where Chuck is then? Spirited away in Heaven?”

            “If he were, the angels would know where he is, Dean,” the other man pointed out.

            The brunette nodded. “Right. Right. Anything else?”

            “Actually, I may have found something in the way of fortune tellers,” admitted Sam, carefully carrying three steaming mugs. “There’s a woman  about five hundred miles from here that has made a reputation recently for telling people their fortune and it coming radically true: the good, the bad, and the ugly.”

            “What do you mean ‘radically’ coming true?”

            “Being told a good things are to come, have landed several people in the millionaires bracket. People she fortells of misfortune have done everything from go bankrupt to being a splatter on the front of a Mack track. It’s never just ‘okay, you’ll find a hundred bucks, it’s your lucky day’ it’s ‘you found a lottery ticket with the five million jackpot on it’ or ‘a shadow falls across your path’ ends in you as a chalk outline in a dark alley with only your dental records to ID you from.”

            “How is she telling the fortunes?”

            Settling back into his seat, Sam glanced back at his computer screen and frowned. “Anyway you could possibly want her to. Palm reading, tarot, tea leaves, crystal ball… she even throws bones if you want. Apparently, it’s hard to get an appointment with her. She tends to find her clients rather than the other way around.” He rolled his head around to look at his brother. “And get this: apparently, fate favors the just.”

            Dean twisted to look back at Castiel again. “Could it be one of the three sisters of Fate handing out justice as they see fit?”

            Sam snorted. “Dude. How do you know about the three sisters of fate?”

            “I read it in a book,” he quipped back. “Not to mention, Fate’s a real bitch when she wants to be. Everyone knows that.”

            Cas was shaking his head. “The sisters are efficient in their work. They do not randomly go around delivering people their fate, they have schedules and lists. They work in connection with Death and his subordinates. Whereas Death usually deals with an individual’s life coming to an end due to their choices and their health, Fate deals in circumstances around one’s life. The youngest sister is the one in charge of death, and she is very particular about rules and protocol, very much by the book.”

            Rolling his eyes, Dean scoffed. “Yeah, I remember.” Sam and Cas both gave him confused looks. “From the, ah, book. She was real uptight, like a librarian.”

            “My kind of librarian or yours?” his brother questioned, tilting his head, an amused smirk on his face. Dean was torn between wanting to swat at him playfully and pull him into another hug. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of seeing Sammy again.

            “Like a normal librarian, non-porn version. Young, though, no old lady smell.”

            Cas shook his head. “It wouldn’t be any of them. Humans rarely ever see any of the sisters of fate, and like I said, they have a schedule to keep. They wouldn’t settle down in a single town and work like this, it’s not apart of the job or personalities.”

            “You don’t think she’s actually a psychic, do you Dean?”

            Dean scoffed. “Dude, only psychic I have ever met was Missouri. When a woman damn well knows you just cussed her out in your head, you better believe she’s got the mojo. Even still, Missouri only told you what was going on if that was really what you wanted to know, she’d lie if that was what you really wanted. This doesn’t sound like someone that just sees, this sounds more like someone who’s involved.”

            “So probably not Chuck, then.”

            “Probably not.”

            “But we may still be able to learn something from them,” insisted his little brother. “Y’know, before we have to gank them.”

            Nodding, Dean glanced at the clock on the wall. It read nearly a brand new day. “So, say we head out first thing in the morning?”

            His brother shook his head. “Can we make it closer to ten?”

            The hunter swept a brow up in surprise. “Why so late?”

            Sam shook his head. “Morning physical therapy. Sarah comes over, we do stretches, exercises, and go for a bike ride. Plus, I have to let her know we’ll be gone so she can reschedule her work hours.”

            Nodded, Dean rubbed a hand across his jaw. “So basically… it’s a date and you’re whipped.”

            “They keep a strict exercise regimen,” interjected Cas. His blue eyes flicked to Sam; Dean almost thought he looked rather proud. “Sam is making amazing progress, but has to have an eye kept on him so that he doesn’t secretly exercise and overwork himself.” The angel allowed himself a smirk. “Again.”

            Apparently Sam, in his impatience to get back to where he had been, had overworked himself several times, secretly exercising at night only to be unable to make it through training with Sarah the next morning, either a bike ride or a walk/jog. When Sasquatch would collapse, Sarah always called Cas to angel mojo him back to Bobby’s since she couldn’t very well get him there herself. The first time, she’d hailed a truck driver down and had him help her get Sam in the bed of the truck where she fussed at him the entire way to Bobby’s.

            Then promptly changed his training so that it left him too exhausted in the evenings to do anything but sleep. She was a spitfire, Dean would give her that.

            Though Dean wanted the chance to make his little brother squirm, Dean let him have his last morning with Sarah in peace, instead watching from the upstairs window as Sarah skillfully maneuvered her bike, standing to pedal across the grass rather than attempting to ride across the uneven gravel driveway.

            Sam had already been out there for a hour doing stretches and tai chi. Dean always thought it was stupid, the people who did Tai Chi, but watching his brother do it was like witnessing something amazing. The subtle grace and elegance to it was mesmerizing, especially considering his extreme height and the length of his limbs, to have that much control and fluidity of movement was awe inspiring.

            “I don’t want you to think we were cutting you loose, Dean,” stated Bobby softly, stepping up beside him. Dean stared out the window as Sam and Sarah got on their bikes and disappeared back the way she’d came. “It was nearly impossible for any one of us not to immediately call you. I don’t know who was worse: Cas or Sam. Cas was only that much worse when Sam did suddenly reappear, insisted you needed to know, that you didn’t deserve to think your brother was dead. I told him we needed to figure out why Sam was back and if Sam was really Sam. Then when he finally did wake up, he couldn’t bear for you to see him in a weakened state like that and begged Cas not to tell you or contact you.”

            Wordlessly, Dean turned and made his way downstairs. There would be no going back to bed for him, so he might as well get breakfast going. Have it all ready when Sam got back.

            Bobby followed after him. “Missing you nearly destroyed them both, Dean!” insisted Bobby harshly, glancing furtively over his shoulder to see if perhaps Cas was lurking in a corner. “I love Sam like my own son, but you’re the only flesh and blood he’s got left. John may have been his father, but you were the one that raised him for the most part. As much as he loves you, it killed him to let you think he was dead, but he worried you wouldn’t give your life with Lisa a real shot if you knew he was alive on top of the state he’d been left in.”

            Clenching his teeth, Dean ignored the older man, moving about the kitchen with ease, pulling out eggs, milk, bacon, and various other ingredients from the fridge. He wondered if he should do the standard: eggs, bacon, and toast or if he should go all the way with omelets. Bobby had salsa, right?

            Bobby kept on. “I didn’t know an angel could even get depressed until Cas was going through it. Boy didn’t know what to do with himself. Said he no longer had a place in Heaven and didn’t want to go back anyway. The one true friend he had we were making him stay away from and lie to through omission, he tried staying busy and about drove me and Sam both insane wanting to help for something to do. Said he could feel you, your grief, and it gutted him he couldn’t be there to share or lift the burden. It only got worse this past week, he was like a caged, paranoid animal, kept coming up with all these crazy scenarios of what could be wrong that you were so upset, but then, he didn’t want Sam to know because Sam’s recovering.”

            Dean whirled on him, glaring. “Shut up, Bobby. I don’t want your reasons for why I was left in the dark. What you told yourself to make it better while I was left to grieve the loss of my entire family, after I was forced to deal with all the crazy shit we’ve been put through, dwell on every fight I ever had with Sam these past years, blaming myself for his death, that it was my own weakness that dragged him back into the hunter life, that it was my own weakness that shoved him at Ruby, the accumulation of so many moments and times that totaled up to me having failed to keep him safe which has been my whole purpose in life since the night my little brother was put in my arms and I ran from the house where my mother was burning on the ceiling.

            “Not to mention what you put my boy Cas through. We are the only family he has now! His own family cast him out and we took him in, or don’t you remember? He gave up everything by choosing to place his faith in us! So not only was it reaffirmed he’d turned against his family, but Sam was dead and I ran blindly as far away from the life as I could. The only people on the entire planet he considered his friends, his allies, and he lost them both, one to self-sacrifice, the other to grief. All of this is as screwed up as the rest of our lives, and we’re all to blame in it being handled badly, but I don’t want your excuses, and don’t you damn well ever try to keep either of them away from me again or there will be hell to pay, are we clear?”

            Swallowing thickly, the older hunter nodded, dropping his gaze and shoving his hands into his pockets. “We’re clear.”

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            They’d split up once they got to Chatom, after all, they didn’t have disguises for Castiel so he was working from someplace other, scanning the town for signs of demonic activity or spikes in power. Dean’s mental image was of Cas high in the sky like he was standing on a glass floor looking down on the world below, those blue eyes narrowed like a hawk’s as he diligently scanned for signs of trouble.

            For their part, Dean and Sam had interviewed all the lucky clients that had not ended up a blood splatter or chalk outline on the sidewalk. Everyone seemed to agree: she found you, it was a girl, though younger than the Winchesters would have figured, and anything people received after she told them their fortunes was what they deserved. Honest and good people who were deserving of a break in life, that worked hard and did for others selflessly, they were the ones blessed by good fortune and the people that knew them couldn’t be happier for them because of how much they thought they truly deserved it.

            Those who met gruesome fates were all people that most citizens thought the world was a better place without- or that after their passing, all their skeletons came out and people realized a monster had lived among them.

            She was residing in a house at the edge of town with a magic door. If she invited you in, she could lead you into her house through any door at all. Invited guests never walked through the front door of the actual house, but other doors all over town. The grocery store, the police station, preschool entrance… they all led to her home if she wanted. If you walked through her front door on your own, you only found an empty house. Dean had never heard of a witch that could pull that off, but he and Sam both agreed it was probably just an illusion spell on the front door as a protective measure.

            Regardless, they walked through the front door. Cautiously, as the door had been unlocked. Even more so when the house they walked in on was furnished. Dean glanced up at his brother, silently questioning. Sam nodded, yes, they had the right house.

            Both of them were armed, but weapons concealed until they had to have them. They were here strictly for information not an actual hunt. The two brothers communicated silently back and forth for a moment, growing somewhat irritated as they disagreed on their next course of action. Dean thought they should proceed through the house, weapons at the ready because clearly something was going on. Sam wanted to announce their presence and try to talk to the woman first.

Their silent argument ended in Sam clearing his throat loudly, gaze sweeping over the house. “Uh, hello? Anybody home?” Dean’s glare was murderous. “The door was open.”

“Of course it was,” a voice agreed. They both snapped their gaze to a blonde woman standing by the entrance into the kitchen. She had her arms folded and head tilted, regarding them curiously. “I was expecting you.”

The brothers exchanged a look. The fingers on Dean’s hand twitched, itching to reach for his gun. Everything about this seemed off to him and he would have felt better with the familiar weight in his hands. Sam shot him a look, clearly seeing where Dean’s thoughts were going and trying to avoid such an action.

Smiling in a self-deprecating manner, Sam glanced down and then shyly at the girl across from them. “Uh, yeah, that’s what we hear. I-I mean, that you’ve got a gift for seeing things before they happen. It’s why we’re here.”

There was a slight smirk on her face, the corner of her mouth barely curving upward in amusement in a way she probably wasn’t even aware of. The smirk grew more obvious and Dean realized she was amused, at what, he had no idea, but he was increasingly ready to leave.

“What’s so important it’s brought the legendary Winchesters to my door?”

Both brothers stiffened. She wasn’t intimidating to look at, in fact, she was rather tiny. Petite, fair skinned, hazel eyes, and all of maybe just over five feet tall. They towered over her by comparison and to an outsider, it probably looked as though she ought to be the one uncomfortable.

“Don’t look so scared, boys. Come into my parlor.” She smiled closed-lipped.

“Said the spider to the fly,” muttered Sam under his breath even as they both ventured closer, standing awkwardly in the dining room, the living room to their backs.

Dean didn’t like standing there. Giving what he’d seen of the house, the rooms on the ground floor all connected, so someone could easily come up behind them through the living room from somewhere else in the house.

Now she did grin and Dean was struck with a sense of familiarity, glancing once at his brother. Sam didn’t look away from the blonde in front of them, but he was frowning in the way he did when trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together.

Her eyes flicked back and forth between them and she placed a finger to her lips, tapping it contemplatively. Her smoky eyes met with green.  “Let me guess… you must be Dean.” Her gaze swiveled to the taller hunter. “Which makes you Sam.”

“And you are?”

How damn amused she looked made every nerve in Dean’s body tense and he found himself wanting to wipe that stupid grin right off her pretty face.

“Gabriella,” she said. “Gabbie, if you like.”

Narrowing his gaze, Dean wondered if that was really her name or just an alias, and why she seemed so damn familiar. They’d never hunted her before, he’d remember, but that didn’t mean their paths hadn’t crossed before.

“How can I help you crazy kids?”

“You’re the psychic,” said Dean, finding his voice. It came out gruffer than he meant. “Shouldn’t you know?”

Her gaze snapped to him, eyes narrowing while her wide grin never diminished. “It must really grate your nerves not to have a weapon in your hands, Dean, but the steady press of the gun against your back where it’s tucked in the waistband of your jeans must offer some measure of comfort, doesn’t it?” He clenched his teeth, aching more than ever to have a gun leveled on her. Her gaze swept back to his brother, gaze softening. “I can see why you have better luck with people and getting what you want out of them. Empathy trumps false charm any day of the week.” Her expression shifted, head angling again as she regarded him with genuine curiosity. “You don’t do it intentionally, though. Not always. It’s just a part of you, people are drawn to you, making them have a soft spot for you against their will, before they realize it. People love you effortlessly.”

Okay, so Missouri might not be the only real psychic Dean would ever meet. No sooner had the thought entered his mind then she grinned again, fixing him with her eyes.

“You have a very expressive face, Dean Winchester, despite your best efforts. I’d love to see you unable to mask it as well as you are now. Would love to make you squirm.”

Clicking his tongue, Dean shifted his weight and gave her a cocky grin. “Well, I’m all out of singles, but you’re more than welcome to try.”

“Dean,” hissed his younger brother, glaring furiously. Expression saying ‘are you fragging crazy?! Are you trying to get us killed? SHUT. UP.’ Little brothers were kill joys sometimes.  “Please forgive my brother,” Sam said appeasingly, even though she didn’t look angry, just that same amused smirk like she knew so much more than she was telling, but she wasn’t letting them in on the secret, was just gonna let it bite them in the ass while she watched. “We actually came here because a friend of ours has gone missing. You were the closest shot in the dark we have.”

“If I could just find anyone, I’d have found my teacher already,” she said, gaze sweeping over to Sam. “I don’t think I can help, but if I do, what’s in it for me?”

“Beg pardon?”

“I don’t do things just because I’m nice, you know,” she said. “I get something out of it.”

“What did you get from the people you made millionaires or the ones that had to be identified by their dental records?” demanded Dean, jaw set.

She had the audacity to grin. “Are you here to make me stop? Tell me I’m a bad person? However will I sleep at night?” She winked at him. “I get a sense of accomplishment, if you must know. This, though? Wasn’t my idea to begin with. You would have to compensate me somehow were I to help, though I don’t think I will.”

“Oh, I’ll compensate you alright,” growled the elder Winchester. Sam swatted at him furiously.

She pointed at him. “See? That right there is why your brother is the favorite and off-limits for screwing with.” Anyone else, he would have thought they were mad, they would have been, but she was grinning like they were joking back and forth good-naturedly.  He wanted to punch her, if only so she would start making sense.

Sam tried again to shift the focus so his brother couldn’t get them into trouble. “Why wouldn’t you help us?”

Her gaze flicked to him and she shook her head. “What makes you think I have any idea where your friend is? As your brother pointed out, making things happen is my gift. Granted, not to say I couldn’t tell you where he is, but that would take a lot of effort on my part.”

“What would be the cost for your help?”

“Sam!”

“It’s very important we find our friend, and frankly, he doesn’t have anyone else,” admitted the taller male, “so if we don’t find him, no one else is even going to look. We need your help.”

She watched him for a moment, that same contemplative expression on her face as she regarded him.  She was enjoying riling Dean, but it was like she really did already have a soft spot for Sam and treated him with more seriousness. Why was that so familiar?

She frowned at Sam, folding her arms and shifting her weight to her back foot. “I don’t go around helping people, Sam, it’s not my job. My job is to throw people’s lives on their ear, to hand out justice, make people reconsider their choices… and to have a helluva lotta fun while I’m at it.”

“The people you killed?” interjected Dean. “That was fun for you?”

Her gaze drifted to him and the answer to where he knew her from was practically on the tip of his tongue. “They had it coming and the world’s a better place.” Her face lit up. “I deserve a medal.” She sobered as her gaze met Sam’s again. Sucking in a deep breath, she sighed, deflating. “Okay, I’ll help you. Just this once. Dad would smack me for this if he could.” She muttered something under her breath, shaking his head in disgust. When she froze, eyes widening, Dean tensed. A Cheshire grin stretched slowly across her face as she lifted her face to regard them. “Oh this is gonna be SO much fun. I will help you, after the debt for my services is paid and if you can find me again.”

She snapped her fingers and the house began to tremble violently. Things shuddered off their shelves and crashed to the ground. Plaster cracked and fell from the ceiling. The brothers looked around frantically, trying to steady themselves as the earth shook violently beneath them.

“You’re off limits to screw with, Sam Winchester, like I said,” she said, still grinning. Her gaze switched to Dean’s, and she splayed out a hand toward him. “His is not, though.”

It was like a bomb went off. Both brothers went flying through the air, Dean crashing through a bookcase partition and landing hard in the living room amidst broken wood and plaster where half the ceiling had already fallen in. He lay unconscious in the rubble as the house continued to shake and his brother struggled to maintain his footing in order to get to him. The floorboards swelled and fell like the rolling sea beneath his feet, the house falling down around his ears, support beams crashed down through the ceiling. One landed dangerously  close to the crumpled and plaster covered form of Sam’s brother, partially hidden by the debris now.

Gabbie had vanished, laughing even. Sam swore violently under his breath, arms over his head and wood and plastered fell.

“Dean!” he yelled, finally close enough to start shoving away the debris covering his brother. The sight of his brother stopped him short, all air leaving his body.  With an ear deafening noise, a crack ripped down the middle of the house, prompting Sam to action again, dropping down to lift Dean’s dead weight. Half the roof caved in and Sam barely rolled them out of harms way, coughing and choking, while shielding his brother’s body from more falling structure. “Cas!” he croaked. “Cas! Get us out of here!”

Several second felt like minutes; Sam tried to shove away the debris around him and lift his brother again, relief flooding over him as black shoes stepped into view. His head angled up to see the angel just as two fingers pressed against his temple.

Then suddenly, they were outside, soft grass under Sam’s hands. He rolled away from his brother, coughing harshly and trying desperately to get a good breath of air. White dust fell from his hair and made his eyes water.

“Jesus!” He coughed, looking up and around. They were in the lot next to the now destroyed house, the shattered frame jutting out like a ruptured rib case. Gabbie was no where in sight. “She nearly killed us!” He snapped his attention back to his brother, noting the way Cas just stood over him, shocked and alarmed, unable to move.

Cupping Dean’s face in his hands, Sam quickly glanced him over for injuries. The only real damage seemed to be to his  suit, the sleeve ripped at the seam on one side. Fighting to remain focused, Sam felt his brother’s pulse, relieved to find it beating strong beneath his fingers. Gentle fingers delved into Dean’s hair, cradling his head and checking for a knot or gash. He had to have hit his head pretty hard, it was why he was still out. There was one, but nothing serious, nothing that Sam thought should have left him out cold like this.

“Sam,” Cas said softly.

The hunter sat back, frowning at the image in front of him at a loss. “Yeah?”

“What happened?’ Sam could only shake his head. “Why is he like this?”

‘This’ was something even Sam would have never believed had he not seen it for himself. They’d seen a lot of weird crap in their lives, and sure, this wasn’t as bad as some of the other crazy crap they’d been through, but…

Snorting, he shook his head in disbelief again. Dean was going to be furious. Bobby, too, probably when he found out.

“Sam?” He turned, angling his head to look up at the distressed angel. He knew Cas was hoping Sam would have some sort of explanation for the current situation, but hell if he knew what happened and he’d been there.

Pushing himself to a crouch, Sam knelt by Dean’s side, scooping him into his arms with far more ease than normal and standing. It was surreal, really.

“We have to get out of here,” he told Castiel, trying to snap the angel out of his shock. Blue eyes riveted to his. “Before cops and firefighters show up.”

            The raven haired man nodded, glancing back once at the ruined structure before his gaze drifted back to the unconscious form in Sam’s arms.

            “He’s a girl.”

            The words made Sam flinch, but he nodded, glancing down at his brother. Rich brown hair fell thickly, coated in the same white dust that covered them both, his suit now swallowing him awkwardly like the clothes belonged to someone else. He even looked younger, giving him a sense of fragility Sam knew Dean would not appreciate in the least.

            Exhaustion swept through him, and he sighed heavily. “I know. We’ll figure out a way to fix it. We have to get him back to Bobby’s.” He shifted his gaze past the angel to the Impala still parked at the curb. “Bright side is that at least his car is safe. Let’s count our blessings on this one.”

            He got Dean settled in the back seat, laid out with his jacket folded carefully under his head like a pillow. Dean never roused while he was carried and maneuvered. Twisted around in the passenger seat, Cas looked on with a worried expression.

            “I should have gone with you,” he said as Sam got in the driver’s seat. “Perhaps I could have prevented this. This is my fault.”

            Cranking the car, Sam shot him a look. “This is not your fault, Cas. Hell, I was there and it wasn’t my fault. It was that-that Gabriella’s fault!” He glanced back at his brother’s sleeping form, before shifting his gaze out the windsheild with a shake of his head as they pulled out into the rode. “This is freaking insane. Even for us.” He sighed, adjusting the rear view mirror so he could keep an eye on his brother. “Well. He wanted back into the hunter life. Welcome home, Dean.”

Chapter Six

Comments

[harmonyhelms.livejournal.com]

Haha GABE! It took me a minute to figure it out lol :) Love this fic!

[robynize.livejournal.com]

Oh that damn Gabriel, lol, it took me a few minutes to realize it was him, duh!!!! This story is really captivating,, and where is Chuck!!!! And how's Becky? LOL I hope you continue this one for a good while, it's really fun and interesting, and you have their voices down very well. I cannot wait to see how Dean enjoys being a girl HA! Sammy is back and soul intact, this is a happy thing! Hmm, Cas and Dean are married huh? I think they both know this underneath. Or, maybe you're not going that way, but that's what I think and I likey! Profound bonds make me very fuzzy and warm.
Really love this, can't wait to see what happens next! Great job! ♥Robyn

[tenoko1.livejournal.com]

All in good time. ^_^ Yes, this one will take a while. I am glad you are enjoying it so much! lol No, Dean and Cas aren't "married", just more strongly bonded. Hope to see you around next chapter!

[skiing-pelican.livejournal.com]

Omg, how could they not recognise Gabe? She was so obvious!!! Didn't even change her name! They're so stupid!
Lol, turning Dean into a girl. Gabe would totally do that. I'm curious where you're going with that!

[slvrcrystalc.livejournal.com]

Ouch. (s)he has to be mind-whammying them for them not to figure that one out.

Also from prev chapter:"...am not the Jack to her Rose" first thought, only thought, was Doctor Who; where he so is the Jack to her Rose, in his ladiesman omnisexual resurrecting glory. =D

[tenoko1.livejournal.com]

I've never actually seen Dr. Who, honestly. >_<'

Glad you are enjoying it though. There are only ten chapters so far, but please enjoy.

[franzzypants.livejournal.com]

aahhh yess!!!!