writing challenge 7 entry 9
Entry 09
Title: the downsides of being Jacob
Crossover Fandom: Lost
Pairing(s): implied Richard/Jacob for Lost, nothing for SPN.
Rating: PG
Warnings: spoilers for Lost up to 6x09; spoilers for SPN up to 5x19.
Author's Notes: crack on a stick. Mostly based on the fact that Mark Pellegrino and Titus Welliver acted in both shows.
Entry:
“That’s where I wanted you,” Gabriel whispers as Lucifer plunges the blade into his chest.
Lucifer doesn’t have time to think about it - Gabriel’s hand lets his own blade drop and grips Lucifer’s wrist, tight, and Lucifer feels a sheer jolt of power spreading all through his nerves.
Then he isn’t in that hotel’s room anymore.
--
Apparently Gabriel had one last trick up his sleeve, Lucifer thinks - but he really doesn’t get why he sent him to what looks like a deserted island. It’s not like he can’t go back to where he was with a thought. Gabriel must really have not thought this through, Lucifer thinks as he wills himself back to the hotel.
Just to find out that he can’t.
He tries a different location, but it doesn’t work.
Lucifer takes a couple of deep breaths and decides to approach the situation rationally. He’s this close to conquering the world and getting his revenge, he won’t let anything else stand in his way. But there’s no need to panic - he’s the devil, it takes more than a stupid trick to stop him.
So he decides that he has to at least find out where he is. He concentrates for a short while, trying to sense his surroundings, and he comes to the conclusion that this isn’t a regular universe. It feels real enough, but there’s also a sense of fake that makes his brain hurt. And anyway in which stupid universe you have completely deserted islands?
Just as soon as he thinks that, a man comes out of the jungle, looking mildly distressed. He has long, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and Lucifer has this idea that he could benefit from a human diet; the man stops in front of him, all of a sudden, and stares at him like something is wrong.
“Dude, what happened to you?”
“What?” Lucifer snaps.
“Last time I saw you, you looked nicer. Okay, I mean, you were still dead, but you didn’t look like a Night of the Living Dead extra. If you get me.”
Lucifer doesn’t get him, but what does that mean that last time he looked nicer?
“Why, do you know me?”
“Dude, is death doing something bad to you? ‘Cause last time you contacted me.”
Lucifer is too stunned to just smite the man and make him explode or something, and then two other men come trekking from the jungle. One is in his forties, pretty lean, and looking like he’s had some kind of stupid revelation, while the other one has ridiculously pretty eyelashes and looks a lot more worried. Or tired. Or both.
“Hurley, what’s going on?” the lean one says.
“Uhm, well, Jacob’s here.”
Jacob? Lucifer thinks. This doesn’t make any stupid sense.
“Jacob’s here?” Pretty-Eyelashes says.
“Uhm, yeah, but… he’s weird. I mean, he looks like he doesn’t know who we are. And he’s - uh - losing pieces.”
“Losing pieces,” Pretty-Eyelashes repeats.
“Dude, he looks like he’s just out of a zombie flick!”
Pretty-Eyelashes looks like he doesn’t get it, but then he stares at Lucifer as well (even if Lucifer guesses that just this Hurley person can see them), and he looks downright angry.
“Fuck you, Jacob,” he says before turning his back on them.
“Jack, I think he shouldn’t be running off alone,” Hurley says.
“No, especially considering he was about to blow himself up ten minutes ago. Let’s go, your precious Jacob will show up another time.”
They leave, and Lucifer is fuming. They’re ignoring the devil like this? What’s this even -
“I killed you!” comes from his right.
He turns and… isn’t that War’s vessel?
“War?” Lucifer whispers, feeling completely out of his element.
The man snarls and shakes his head. “Jacob, you were the one with a name, not me.”
“Oh for - I don’t know who’s this Jacob person! I’m Lucifer!”
“Of course you are - I didn’t know that death drove people crazy. But it’s nice to have you here,” the man says. “I think we could have a nice talk,” he keeps on, and then he -
He turns into black smoke.
Is he a demon? What is this craziness? Lucifer doesn’t know, but he has an idea that Gabriel’s last trick might prove itself a lot more difficult to overcome than he had thought.
--
Dean and Sam come rushing into the hotel’s hall and find Gabriel holding his side, blood running down his nose. He looks alive enough, though, and Lucifer is nowhere to be seen.
“What - where’s Lucifer?” Sam asks. “And are you - I mean, are you okay?”
“Thanks for asking,” Gabriel manages as he sits up straighter. “Just give me an hour here. And my brother - let’s say that I gave him a taste of that medicine I gave you once. I doubt he’ll get out of there soon.”
“You sent him into a tv show?” Dean blurts. He looks like he doesn’t know whether he should be ashamed or impressed.
“Oh, I did,” Gabriel says. “And I think it was a pretty brilliant idea, if I can give myself some credit.”
Title: the downsides of being Jacob
Crossover Fandom: Lost
Pairing(s): implied Richard/Jacob for Lost, nothing for SPN.
Rating: PG
Warnings: spoilers for Lost up to 6x09; spoilers for SPN up to 5x19.
Author's Notes: crack on a stick. Mostly based on the fact that Mark Pellegrino and Titus Welliver acted in both shows.
Entry:
“That’s where I wanted you,” Gabriel whispers as Lucifer plunges the blade into his chest.
Lucifer doesn’t have time to think about it - Gabriel’s hand lets his own blade drop and grips Lucifer’s wrist, tight, and Lucifer feels a sheer jolt of power spreading all through his nerves.
Then he isn’t in that hotel’s room anymore.
--
Apparently Gabriel had one last trick up his sleeve, Lucifer thinks - but he really doesn’t get why he sent him to what looks like a deserted island. It’s not like he can’t go back to where he was with a thought. Gabriel must really have not thought this through, Lucifer thinks as he wills himself back to the hotel.
Just to find out that he can’t.
He tries a different location, but it doesn’t work.
Lucifer takes a couple of deep breaths and decides to approach the situation rationally. He’s this close to conquering the world and getting his revenge, he won’t let anything else stand in his way. But there’s no need to panic - he’s the devil, it takes more than a stupid trick to stop him.
So he decides that he has to at least find out where he is. He concentrates for a short while, trying to sense his surroundings, and he comes to the conclusion that this isn’t a regular universe. It feels real enough, but there’s also a sense of fake that makes his brain hurt. And anyway in which stupid universe you have completely deserted islands?
Just as soon as he thinks that, a man comes out of the jungle, looking mildly distressed. He has long, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and Lucifer has this idea that he could benefit from a human diet; the man stops in front of him, all of a sudden, and stares at him like something is wrong.
“Dude, what happened to you?”
“What?” Lucifer snaps.
“Last time I saw you, you looked nicer. Okay, I mean, you were still dead, but you didn’t look like a Night of the Living Dead extra. If you get me.”
Lucifer doesn’t get him, but what does that mean that last time he looked nicer?
“Why, do you know me?”
“Dude, is death doing something bad to you? ‘Cause last time you contacted me.”
Lucifer is too stunned to just smite the man and make him explode or something, and then two other men come trekking from the jungle. One is in his forties, pretty lean, and looking like he’s had some kind of stupid revelation, while the other one has ridiculously pretty eyelashes and looks a lot more worried. Or tired. Or both.
“Hurley, what’s going on?” the lean one says.
“Uhm, well, Jacob’s here.”
Jacob? Lucifer thinks. This doesn’t make any stupid sense.
“Jacob’s here?” Pretty-Eyelashes says.
“Uhm, yeah, but… he’s weird. I mean, he looks like he doesn’t know who we are. And he’s - uh - losing pieces.”
“Losing pieces,” Pretty-Eyelashes repeats.
“Dude, he looks like he’s just out of a zombie flick!”
Pretty-Eyelashes looks like he doesn’t get it, but then he stares at Lucifer as well (even if Lucifer guesses that just this Hurley person can see them), and he looks downright angry.
“Fuck you, Jacob,” he says before turning his back on them.
“Jack, I think he shouldn’t be running off alone,” Hurley says.
“No, especially considering he was about to blow himself up ten minutes ago. Let’s go, your precious Jacob will show up another time.”
They leave, and Lucifer is fuming. They’re ignoring the devil like this? What’s this even -
“I killed you!” comes from his right.
He turns and… isn’t that War’s vessel?
“War?” Lucifer whispers, feeling completely out of his element.
The man snarls and shakes his head. “Jacob, you were the one with a name, not me.”
“Oh for - I don’t know who’s this Jacob person! I’m Lucifer!”
“Of course you are - I didn’t know that death drove people crazy. But it’s nice to have you here,” the man says. “I think we could have a nice talk,” he keeps on, and then he -
He turns into black smoke.
Is he a demon? What is this craziness? Lucifer doesn’t know, but he has an idea that Gabriel’s last trick might prove itself a lot more difficult to overcome than he had thought.
--
Dean and Sam come rushing into the hotel’s hall and find Gabriel holding his side, blood running down his nose. He looks alive enough, though, and Lucifer is nowhere to be seen.
“What - where’s Lucifer?” Sam asks. “And are you - I mean, are you okay?”
“Thanks for asking,” Gabriel manages as he sits up straighter. “Just give me an hour here. And my brother - let’s say that I gave him a taste of that medicine I gave you once. I doubt he’ll get out of there soon.”
“You sent him into a tv show?” Dean blurts. He looks like he doesn’t know whether he should be ashamed or impressed.
“Oh, I did,” Gabriel says. “And I think it was a pretty brilliant idea, if I can give myself some credit.”