Fic: He Ain't Heavy - SPN/Mag7
Title: He Ain't Heavy
Fandom: Supernatural/Magnificent Seven
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, more's the pity.
Summary: Someone completely unexpected shows up on Sam's doorstep in Palo Alto
Author's Notes: This is a short ficlet in what will hopefully become an entire series
Sam was just about to start eating his morning bowl of Fruit Loops when there was a knock on the apartment door. He sighed as he lowered his spoon, figuring that Jess had misplaced her keys again and had locked herself out. He headed for the door, speaking even before he got it completely open.
"Jess, one of these days I'm going to just tape a key on the bottom of one of your shoes."
Sam jerked his head back around when instead of Jess's voice he heard a familiar masculine chuckle. "I must say, I don't recall changing my name, and I certainly have no idea why you would want to attach any keys to my shoes."
"Ezra, what are you doing here?" Then he caught a glimpse of the cane in the other man's hand. "And what the hell happened to you?"
Ezra just smiled, flashing his gold tooth. "I don't suppose we could discuss this inside, preferably sitting down somewhere? I'm afraid that this lovely cane isn't exactly for show."
"Of course. Come in." He showed Ezra into the living room, frowning at the pain that Ezra was trying to hide. "Now what the hell happened?"
Ezra sighed, carefully stretching out his injured leg. "I wasn't quite as careful as I should have been, and I was shot."
"Shot?! I thought the people in Denver were going to take better care of you than those bastards in Atlanta?"
Ezra shook his head with a slight chuckle. "This was not the fault of my colleagues. In fact, if Mr. Larabee hadn't been paying as much attention as he was the bullet might well have gone quite a bit higher than my leg. As it is, I could no longer stand their continual mother-henning, so I came here."
They sat in silence for a long moment before Sam hesitantly spoke again. "Have you heard from Dad lately?"
"About a month ago he and Dean were hunting what I believe was an agitated poltergeist somewhere in South Dakota. John broke his leg when he was tossed down the stairs and Dean dislocated his shoulder after being flung into a wall. Once the hunt was over they went to recuperate at Caleb's."
"So they're all right?"
Ezra sighed, leaning forward to rest his arms on his knees. "Sam, I am fully aware of just what he said to you when you left. I am also fully aware of the fact that he regretted each and every word the instant they left his mouth."
"Then why won't he call? Just to let me know that he and Dean are still alive?"
"Because there is something about the Winchester blood that makes all of us incredibly stubborn almost to the point of madness." He sighed again. "And because it is a parent's greatest desire for their children to be safe and happy. You were neither with him, and while he may not feel that you are safe here, he cannot deny that if nothing else you are happy. And he doesn't want to ruin that for you, even though it hurts him."
"But...." Anything else Sam might have said was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.
"Sam, honey. Your cereal is all soggy." Jess poked her head into the living room from the kitchen, only coming fully into the room when she noticed Ezra. "I didn't realize that you had company, Sam."
Sam smiled when Jess moved to sit on the arm of his chair and he wrapped an arm around her waist. "Jess, this is Ezra. My half-brother."
Fandom: Supernatural/Magnificent Seven
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, more's the pity.
Summary: Someone completely unexpected shows up on Sam's doorstep in Palo Alto
Author's Notes: This is a short ficlet in what will hopefully become an entire series
Sam was just about to start eating his morning bowl of Fruit Loops when there was a knock on the apartment door. He sighed as he lowered his spoon, figuring that Jess had misplaced her keys again and had locked herself out. He headed for the door, speaking even before he got it completely open.
"Jess, one of these days I'm going to just tape a key on the bottom of one of your shoes."
Sam jerked his head back around when instead of Jess's voice he heard a familiar masculine chuckle. "I must say, I don't recall changing my name, and I certainly have no idea why you would want to attach any keys to my shoes."
"Ezra, what are you doing here?" Then he caught a glimpse of the cane in the other man's hand. "And what the hell happened to you?"
Ezra just smiled, flashing his gold tooth. "I don't suppose we could discuss this inside, preferably sitting down somewhere? I'm afraid that this lovely cane isn't exactly for show."
"Of course. Come in." He showed Ezra into the living room, frowning at the pain that Ezra was trying to hide. "Now what the hell happened?"
Ezra sighed, carefully stretching out his injured leg. "I wasn't quite as careful as I should have been, and I was shot."
"Shot?! I thought the people in Denver were going to take better care of you than those bastards in Atlanta?"
Ezra shook his head with a slight chuckle. "This was not the fault of my colleagues. In fact, if Mr. Larabee hadn't been paying as much attention as he was the bullet might well have gone quite a bit higher than my leg. As it is, I could no longer stand their continual mother-henning, so I came here."
They sat in silence for a long moment before Sam hesitantly spoke again. "Have you heard from Dad lately?"
"About a month ago he and Dean were hunting what I believe was an agitated poltergeist somewhere in South Dakota. John broke his leg when he was tossed down the stairs and Dean dislocated his shoulder after being flung into a wall. Once the hunt was over they went to recuperate at Caleb's."
"So they're all right?"
Ezra sighed, leaning forward to rest his arms on his knees. "Sam, I am fully aware of just what he said to you when you left. I am also fully aware of the fact that he regretted each and every word the instant they left his mouth."
"Then why won't he call? Just to let me know that he and Dean are still alive?"
"Because there is something about the Winchester blood that makes all of us incredibly stubborn almost to the point of madness." He sighed again. "And because it is a parent's greatest desire for their children to be safe and happy. You were neither with him, and while he may not feel that you are safe here, he cannot deny that if nothing else you are happy. And he doesn't want to ruin that for you, even though it hurts him."
"But...." Anything else Sam might have said was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.
"Sam, honey. Your cereal is all soggy." Jess poked her head into the living room from the kitchen, only coming fully into the room when she noticed Ezra. "I didn't realize that you had company, Sam."
Sam smiled when Jess moved to sit on the arm of his chair and he wrapped an arm around her waist. "Jess, this is Ezra. My half-brother."