The Space She Invades (4/11) - SPN/HL
Title: The Space She Invades (4/11)
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Clarksmuse & idontlikegravy
Prompt: #38: Touch for crossovers100 My claim is Highlander general series and my table is here
Rated: PG
Fandom: HL and SPN; The rest of the Immortal!Dean can be found here. But this story can stand alone without reading the whole series.
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sarah Blake, Duncan MacLeod, Connor MacLeod, OFC
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: This one is all about Sam! Dean is way too invested in Sam’s Love Life. He wants to get him married and settled into a normal life. But normal life isn’t something that comes easy for the Winchesters.
Chapter Summary: Sarah struggles to remember but her attraction to Duncan complicates an already confusing situation
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8; Chapter 9; Chapter 10; Chapter 11
The Space She Invades - Chapter 4: The Girl in the Mirror
She stood looking at her self in the mirror. Sarah. Her name was Sarah. It felt wrong. And her hair was dark, but her memory told her that it should be lighter. The doctors said that she’d hit her head. She reached up and gingerly touched the bump above her right brow.
Her memories were jumbled. Visions of a rustic village were mixed in with memories of a small house in a quiet neighborhood. She shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs from the corners. There was a man in her memory; she couldn’t see him clearly but she thought she should know him. Duncan MacLeod. The name was stuck in her head. She thought he might be important to her, but she had no idea why.
She finished buttoning her blouse and straightening her skirt. She fingered the clunky silver bracelet on her wrist, trying to remember… something… anything before angrily pulling her sleeve down over it. She looked around the hospital room. Things felt familiar and yet, at the same time, they didn’t.
The door to the room opened slowly, and Sarah turned to see two men walk in hesitantly. “Sarah. You wanted to see me…us?” said the man with a ponytail.
She just stared at them. A second man with lighter, shorter hair stepped toward her and clasped her hand. “Sarah. It’s Connor. Do you remember me?” He looked at her with such hope in his eyes. She wanted to say she remembered him but she couldn’t.
Instead she looked away from him and toward the other man and smiled. For the first time since she’d woken up unsure of even her name, something felt familiar. “Duncan? Is it really you?”
“Uh… yes. I’m Duncan MacLeod.” He stood there looking very embarrassed. She knew him; why wasn’t he the one trying to comfort her.
She pulled her hand away from Connor. She sensed his reluctance to let her go but she didn’t want him touching her. Instead she flung herself at Duncan, happily exclaiming, “I knew it was you, Duncan, my love.”
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Dean chuckled as he watched Duncan try to extricate himself from the unexpected hug. “Sarah’s sure a fickle chick.”
“Shut up Dean,” Sam sighed. “She’s just confused.”
“No I mean. Maybe I was wrong about her,” he stumbled to finish his thought.
Sam just rolled his eyes. He understood that Dean was trying to apologize for everything that had happened, but now was not the time. He stepped up to talk to Sarah.
“Hey, Sarah. Remember me? Or Dean?” he asked and pointed a finger over at his brother
She stared at him while the room seemed to hold its collective breath. “I know I should…” she began and reached up to drag a hand across her forehead. “I look at you and I remember fire and graveyards, but that doesn’t make any sense, does it?” she asked, clearly frustrated.
Sam smiled. “Actually it does. Look, don’t worry. It will come back.”
She returned his smile and nodded. Sarah slipped her hand into Duncan’s and, looking up at him, she implored, “Take me home, please. I think I need familiar surroundings.”
Helpless, he looked at Connor, who encouraged him to play along. Until Sarah recovered her memory, it seemed an unspoken consensus that Duncan should take the lead with her. “Of course,” he finally answered and squeezed her hand. “Connor, we’ll ride with you.”
“And we’ll follow,” Dean finished.
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“How long we gonna stay, Sam?” Dean asked once they were in the car. Sarah had made it clear she didn’t see Sam as more than a friend and he saw no reason to hang around so she could reject Sam again once her memory came back.
“What? We can’t leave now.” Sam said as he settled into the passenger seat.
“I’m just saying. She’s got the Macleods to look after her. Maybe now is the time to make strategic retreat. Hell, she may not even remember we were here.”
“Dean! How can you say that? She’s my friend, and I’m not going to leave while she’s hurt.” Sam was incensed.
“I’m just saying that this whole thing isn’t working out like I planned.” Dean admitted.
“Because your plans always work out so well.” Sam groused and glared at Dean.
“I was just thinking…” Dean started.
Sam waved a hand dismissively in Dean’s direction. “Well, that was you first mistake wasn’t it.”
Dean went silent, struggling not to let his temper get the best of him. It practically killed him to admit it but Sam was right. The “get Sammy married plan’ had blown up in his face. He’d wanted Sam to have normal so badly it hadn’t occurred to him that Sarah wouldn’t be waiting. Then, he figured his best move was to get Sam away from this situation before he got hurt but truthfully, it was probably too late for that.
“I’m sorry.” He said quietly.
Dean could feel Sam’s anger diffuse. “I know.”
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Sarah slid into the back seat of Connor’s car and insisted Duncan sit next to her. She leaned back against him and reluctantly he put his arm around her.
Connor watched Sarah’s actions in the rear view mirror, his eyes darkening. Duncan met his gaze and mouthed ‘I’m sorry’. Connor nodded grimly and pulled the car out of the parking lot.
“Sarah,” Duncan said hesitantly. She looked up at him adoration in her gaze. “I know you’ve been through a lot, but you really are confused. We don’t know each other.”
She frowned. “Duncan, why are you saying this? Don’t you care for me any more?”
Connor interrupted. “Of course he does, Sarah. He’s just worried about you.” Connor met Duncan’s eyes in the rear view mirror asking him to play along. Duncan understood.
Duncan looked back at Sarah and gave her a weak smile. “Of course I care for you.”
She relaxed and settled back into Duncan’s embrace. Pointing to the front seat she whispered, “Who is he again?”
“That’s my brother, Connor. You remember him don’t you?” he prompted.
“Don’t be silly Duncan. You don’t have a brother.” The surety in her voice startled Duncan.
“Yes I do. You just don’t remember,” he insisted.
She curled into him. “Everything is so confusing and I’m so tired.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” he said, growing into his role of protector. “You’ll be home soon and it will all make more sense.” If playing boyfriend to Sarah could help restore her memory, it was the least he could do. Besides, as Methos always like to remind him, he never could resist a damsel in distress.
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Sarah fished some keys out of her purse and held them up uncertainly. Connor took them and opened the door.
“Hey, Sarah. Is that you?” came a cheerful voice from somewhere in the house. The voice came closer. “You’re home early. I thought you had plans this evening.” A tall, blonde woman in jeans and a NYU T-shirt walked into the hallway and stopped as she saw the group gathered by the front door. “Connor? Who are all these people?”
He was about to answer when she noticed Sarah and her disheveled state for the first time. “Oh my God, what happened?”
Connor answered. “Katie, Sarah fell down the steps and seems to be suffering from a little amnesia. Why don’t you take her upstairs, help her get cleaned up, and then I’ll make the introductions?”
Katie nodded and pulled her friend into a hug. “Are you alright, sweetie?” She eyed the men. They seemed familiar, but she didn’t have time to think about them as she ushered Sarah carefully up the steps.
“Who’s the hottie?” Dean quipped as they piled into the living room.
Connor chuckled. “That’s Katie Collins, Sarah’s housemate. They went to school together.”
The four took seats on the two couches: Winchesters faced MacLeods. Duncan shared the conversation from the car.
“I’m guessing Duncan was the last person she saw when she passed out and has attached some significance to the memory,” Sam suggested. The others nodded and fell into silence. There was nothing else to say.
Dean stood, restless and looked around. “Hey Connor, you must come here a lot, anything to eat in this place?”
“Dean, just wait,” Sam begged.
“Can we at least order a pizza? I understand you’re all worried, but come on, Sammy! I’m starving.”
Duncan chuckled. “I don’t think we want to deny Dean food; it could be dangerous.”
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Sarah looked at the woman, Katie, as she helped her undress. She wanted to remember her. She looked so concerned for her.
After a shower, with Katie hovering the whole time, she changed into a pair of comfortable jeans and a fuzzy, green, long sleeve pullover. She sat at her vanity while Katie helped her dry her hair.
“What do you remember?” she finally asked. “Do you remember me?”
“No, I’m sorry.” She looked at the things on the counter in front of her. She played with the bracelet on her wrist, then grew quiet again. The familiarity seemed to linger just outside her grasp, which frustrated her.
“Well, you still act like you.”
Sarah looked at her curiously through the mirror.
“That’s you favorite comfy shirt, and it was the first one you picked out of the closet. Also, whenever you’re upset or nervous you always play with your bracelet. Like that one,” Katie pointed to Sarah’s wrist. “Connor gave that to you. So you see. You’re still you.”
Sarah looked down at the silver bracelet. It was a bit clunky and had dark stones evenly space around the ‘c’ shaped band. “No,” she said definitively, “Duncan gave this to me.”
Katie moved to kneel at Sarah’s side. “Hon, I don’t know who Duncan is?” she said slowly trying not to upset her. “Connor has been your boyfriend for almost a year now. He gave you that bracelet on your six month anniversary, and you’ve rarely taken it off since.”
Sarah looked at this woman who was supposed to be her friend. She could feel the tears forming behind her eyes. “I don’t understand. That can’t be right.”
Katie leaned in to embrace her. “It’s okay, Sarah. We’ll get through this.” Releasing her she stood. “Maybe I should get Connor. If you spend some time with him alone, maybe you’ll remember.”
Sarah nodded. “I think that would be good.”
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Clarksmuse & idontlikegravy
Prompt: #38: Touch for crossovers100 My claim is Highlander general series and my table is here
Rated: PG
Fandom: HL and SPN; The rest of the Immortal!Dean can be found here. But this story can stand alone without reading the whole series.
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sarah Blake, Duncan MacLeod, Connor MacLeod, OFC
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: This one is all about Sam! Dean is way too invested in Sam’s Love Life. He wants to get him married and settled into a normal life. But normal life isn’t something that comes easy for the Winchesters.
Chapter Summary: Sarah struggles to remember but her attraction to Duncan complicates an already confusing situation
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8; Chapter 9; Chapter 10; Chapter 11
The Space She Invades - Chapter 4: The Girl in the Mirror
She stood looking at her self in the mirror. Sarah. Her name was Sarah. It felt wrong. And her hair was dark, but her memory told her that it should be lighter. The doctors said that she’d hit her head. She reached up and gingerly touched the bump above her right brow.
Her memories were jumbled. Visions of a rustic village were mixed in with memories of a small house in a quiet neighborhood. She shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs from the corners. There was a man in her memory; she couldn’t see him clearly but she thought she should know him. Duncan MacLeod. The name was stuck in her head. She thought he might be important to her, but she had no idea why.
She finished buttoning her blouse and straightening her skirt. She fingered the clunky silver bracelet on her wrist, trying to remember… something… anything before angrily pulling her sleeve down over it. She looked around the hospital room. Things felt familiar and yet, at the same time, they didn’t.
The door to the room opened slowly, and Sarah turned to see two men walk in hesitantly. “Sarah. You wanted to see me…us?” said the man with a ponytail.
She just stared at them. A second man with lighter, shorter hair stepped toward her and clasped her hand. “Sarah. It’s Connor. Do you remember me?” He looked at her with such hope in his eyes. She wanted to say she remembered him but she couldn’t.
Instead she looked away from him and toward the other man and smiled. For the first time since she’d woken up unsure of even her name, something felt familiar. “Duncan? Is it really you?”
“Uh… yes. I’m Duncan MacLeod.” He stood there looking very embarrassed. She knew him; why wasn’t he the one trying to comfort her.
She pulled her hand away from Connor. She sensed his reluctance to let her go but she didn’t want him touching her. Instead she flung herself at Duncan, happily exclaiming, “I knew it was you, Duncan, my love.”
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Dean chuckled as he watched Duncan try to extricate himself from the unexpected hug. “Sarah’s sure a fickle chick.”
“Shut up Dean,” Sam sighed. “She’s just confused.”
“No I mean. Maybe I was wrong about her,” he stumbled to finish his thought.
Sam just rolled his eyes. He understood that Dean was trying to apologize for everything that had happened, but now was not the time. He stepped up to talk to Sarah.
“Hey, Sarah. Remember me? Or Dean?” he asked and pointed a finger over at his brother
She stared at him while the room seemed to hold its collective breath. “I know I should…” she began and reached up to drag a hand across her forehead. “I look at you and I remember fire and graveyards, but that doesn’t make any sense, does it?” she asked, clearly frustrated.
Sam smiled. “Actually it does. Look, don’t worry. It will come back.”
She returned his smile and nodded. Sarah slipped her hand into Duncan’s and, looking up at him, she implored, “Take me home, please. I think I need familiar surroundings.”
Helpless, he looked at Connor, who encouraged him to play along. Until Sarah recovered her memory, it seemed an unspoken consensus that Duncan should take the lead with her. “Of course,” he finally answered and squeezed her hand. “Connor, we’ll ride with you.”
“And we’ll follow,” Dean finished.
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“How long we gonna stay, Sam?” Dean asked once they were in the car. Sarah had made it clear she didn’t see Sam as more than a friend and he saw no reason to hang around so she could reject Sam again once her memory came back.
“What? We can’t leave now.” Sam said as he settled into the passenger seat.
“I’m just saying. She’s got the Macleods to look after her. Maybe now is the time to make strategic retreat. Hell, she may not even remember we were here.”
“Dean! How can you say that? She’s my friend, and I’m not going to leave while she’s hurt.” Sam was incensed.
“I’m just saying that this whole thing isn’t working out like I planned.” Dean admitted.
“Because your plans always work out so well.” Sam groused and glared at Dean.
“I was just thinking…” Dean started.
Sam waved a hand dismissively in Dean’s direction. “Well, that was you first mistake wasn’t it.”
Dean went silent, struggling not to let his temper get the best of him. It practically killed him to admit it but Sam was right. The “get Sammy married plan’ had blown up in his face. He’d wanted Sam to have normal so badly it hadn’t occurred to him that Sarah wouldn’t be waiting. Then, he figured his best move was to get Sam away from this situation before he got hurt but truthfully, it was probably too late for that.
“I’m sorry.” He said quietly.
Dean could feel Sam’s anger diffuse. “I know.”
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Sarah slid into the back seat of Connor’s car and insisted Duncan sit next to her. She leaned back against him and reluctantly he put his arm around her.
Connor watched Sarah’s actions in the rear view mirror, his eyes darkening. Duncan met his gaze and mouthed ‘I’m sorry’. Connor nodded grimly and pulled the car out of the parking lot.
“Sarah,” Duncan said hesitantly. She looked up at him adoration in her gaze. “I know you’ve been through a lot, but you really are confused. We don’t know each other.”
She frowned. “Duncan, why are you saying this? Don’t you care for me any more?”
Connor interrupted. “Of course he does, Sarah. He’s just worried about you.” Connor met Duncan’s eyes in the rear view mirror asking him to play along. Duncan understood.
Duncan looked back at Sarah and gave her a weak smile. “Of course I care for you.”
She relaxed and settled back into Duncan’s embrace. Pointing to the front seat she whispered, “Who is he again?”
“That’s my brother, Connor. You remember him don’t you?” he prompted.
“Don’t be silly Duncan. You don’t have a brother.” The surety in her voice startled Duncan.
“Yes I do. You just don’t remember,” he insisted.
She curled into him. “Everything is so confusing and I’m so tired.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” he said, growing into his role of protector. “You’ll be home soon and it will all make more sense.” If playing boyfriend to Sarah could help restore her memory, it was the least he could do. Besides, as Methos always like to remind him, he never could resist a damsel in distress.
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Sarah fished some keys out of her purse and held them up uncertainly. Connor took them and opened the door.
“Hey, Sarah. Is that you?” came a cheerful voice from somewhere in the house. The voice came closer. “You’re home early. I thought you had plans this evening.” A tall, blonde woman in jeans and a NYU T-shirt walked into the hallway and stopped as she saw the group gathered by the front door. “Connor? Who are all these people?”
He was about to answer when she noticed Sarah and her disheveled state for the first time. “Oh my God, what happened?”
Connor answered. “Katie, Sarah fell down the steps and seems to be suffering from a little amnesia. Why don’t you take her upstairs, help her get cleaned up, and then I’ll make the introductions?”
Katie nodded and pulled her friend into a hug. “Are you alright, sweetie?” She eyed the men. They seemed familiar, but she didn’t have time to think about them as she ushered Sarah carefully up the steps.
“Who’s the hottie?” Dean quipped as they piled into the living room.
Connor chuckled. “That’s Katie Collins, Sarah’s housemate. They went to school together.”
The four took seats on the two couches: Winchesters faced MacLeods. Duncan shared the conversation from the car.
“I’m guessing Duncan was the last person she saw when she passed out and has attached some significance to the memory,” Sam suggested. The others nodded and fell into silence. There was nothing else to say.
Dean stood, restless and looked around. “Hey Connor, you must come here a lot, anything to eat in this place?”
“Dean, just wait,” Sam begged.
“Can we at least order a pizza? I understand you’re all worried, but come on, Sammy! I’m starving.”
Duncan chuckled. “I don’t think we want to deny Dean food; it could be dangerous.”
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Sarah looked at the woman, Katie, as she helped her undress. She wanted to remember her. She looked so concerned for her.
After a shower, with Katie hovering the whole time, she changed into a pair of comfortable jeans and a fuzzy, green, long sleeve pullover. She sat at her vanity while Katie helped her dry her hair.
“What do you remember?” she finally asked. “Do you remember me?”
“No, I’m sorry.” She looked at the things on the counter in front of her. She played with the bracelet on her wrist, then grew quiet again. The familiarity seemed to linger just outside her grasp, which frustrated her.
“Well, you still act like you.”
Sarah looked at her curiously through the mirror.
“That’s you favorite comfy shirt, and it was the first one you picked out of the closet. Also, whenever you’re upset or nervous you always play with your bracelet. Like that one,” Katie pointed to Sarah’s wrist. “Connor gave that to you. So you see. You’re still you.”
Sarah looked down at the silver bracelet. It was a bit clunky and had dark stones evenly space around the ‘c’ shaped band. “No,” she said definitively, “Duncan gave this to me.”
Katie moved to kneel at Sarah’s side. “Hon, I don’t know who Duncan is?” she said slowly trying not to upset her. “Connor has been your boyfriend for almost a year now. He gave you that bracelet on your six month anniversary, and you’ve rarely taken it off since.”
Sarah looked at this woman who was supposed to be her friend. She could feel the tears forming behind her eyes. “I don’t understand. That can’t be right.”
Katie leaned in to embrace her. “It’s okay, Sarah. We’ll get through this.” Releasing her she stood. “Maybe I should get Connor. If you spend some time with him alone, maybe you’ll remember.”
Sarah nodded. “I think that would be good.”