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scriveyner) wrote2008-11-14 11:29 am
scriveyner) wrote2008-11-14 11:29 am
Entry tags:
- au: mashup,
- character: alphonse elric,
- character: alphonse elric (mashup),
- character: castiel,
- character: dean winchester,
- character: edward elric,
- character: edward elric (mashup),
- genre: crossover,
- genre: multi-part,
- genre: nanowrimo,
- series: fullmetal alchemist,
- series: supernatural,
- wc: under 5000
Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural - (Nano 2008) [6]
Title: Untitled Nano 2008 - 6
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al, Cas, Dean
Rating: T
Length: 1560
Summary:
"I can't believe you believe her," Ed said, standing in front of the dresser, both hands on his duffel bag.
"I happen to trust her," Al said shortly, not looking at Ed as he sat on the side of the bed. "You don't know her, you don't know what it was like when you were gone."
Ed hissed out a breath, still not looking at Al. Every time Al mentioned that six month gap Ed felt like someone twisted a knife in his gut. Sure, it was all his own fault he went to hell in the first place, but it wasn't like it was something he didn't think about all the damn time anyway.
"She told me to ask you what you see in your dreams," Al said, glancing up at Ed finally. He watched his older brother's shoulders stiffen, the line of his back straighten. "She said things aren't right, and it might have to do with the current seal."
Finally, finally Ed turned to look at Al. "She said all that, did she?" He shook his head.
"Ed," Al said. "What do you see in your dreams?"
Ed looked at Al, then looked away. "I don't know what it is," he said.
"Do you see hell?"
Ed barked a laughed, it sounded abrupt and forced in the confines of the motel room, whose atmosphere suddenly seemed more stifling than ever. "Hell," he muttered. "I guess it is, in a way." He shook his head. "It's -"
"If you say it's nothing I'm going to walk out of this room right now," Al said.
"I wasn't going to say that, don't put words in my mouth," Ed snapped. "It's not nothing, I know that, but it's not enough for me to put together. It's like a broken memory with only bits and pieces and I couldn't tell you much of anything about it. Just.. blood. Lots of it." He looked away. "Mine, mostly. Someone else's, haven't been able to figure out who. You were supposed to be there but you weren't and it was bad."
Al took a deep breath. "I've been having dreams lately myself," he said softly.
Ed shot him a surprised glance, finally turning fully around and leaning against the dresser. "And you weren't going to tell me?"
"What, I'm supposed to tell you every damn little thing that happens to me but you get to be all macho and older-brother and keep things from me?" Al snapped at him angrily.
"Well, yes," Ed snapped back.
Al held Ed's eye for a long moment, then ran a hand over his face obviously to calm himself. "I dream," he said quietly. "That you and I are travelling cross-country by train, and you're... smaller. You wear you hair long and shout a lot and-" he looked away. "You use that alchemy often." He left out the strange artificial limbs he remembered weighing down his older brother's shoulder and attached to his leg.
"That's..." Ed thought about that for a moment, measuring it against his own fragmented dreams.
"I have other dreams, Ed," Al said quietly. He looked at his hands before catching Ed's eye again. "They're different. You're.. different but the same. We still chase the bad things but..." he hesitated again, the spread his hands helplessly. "I can't explain how it's that different than now, but I *know* it is!"
Ed nodded wordlessly. "We're both having weird dreams about ourselves. Have you started seeing things?"
"Occasionally," Al nodded. "They're mostly reflections I catch in the corner of my eye, nothing more serious than that."
"Good." Ed crossed his arms across his chest. "First, we're going to deal with this mahr," he said. "Then, we're going to high-tail it straight to Bobby's and try to settle this whole mess and figure out what's affecting the both of us so strongly."
"It is the seal," Castiel said, seated in one of the uncomfortable chairs by the window. Ed and Al both jumped, wordlessly turning to the angel.
"Fuckin' a'," Ed hissed. "I WISH you wouldn't DO that." He gestured at the door. "Don't you know how to fuckin' KNOCK?"
"How is it the seal?" Sam got straight down to business.
Castiel looked at him measuringly. "This world," he said after a moment. "This world is not as stable as you might think." He gestured to the room itself, which Ed realized was now wallpapered. If he thought hard on it, it was wood paneling when they first checked in. "The threads of this reality are slowly unraveling, and to what end I don't know."
"The threads of reality?" Ed didn't like that. He looked over at Al, who wore the same expression of confusion.
"This world is not the real world," the angel said. "This is not how things are." He gestured at Al, and abruptly someone else sat there for a moment, someone Ed didn't have a visual confirmation for but looked similar in size and expression. "Ed?" the person asked, confused, and then abruptly he was Al again, short blond hair curling around his ears and forehead.
"What is- what is going on?" Ed asked. "How do we fix it?"
"The seal has not been opened, but it has been polluted." Castiel said, standing. "It has to be purified before it can be possessed by one side or the other, and at this stage, breaking it could sever the links of all reality."
"So now not only do we have to find the seal, but we have to purify it, too?" Ed waved his hands in the air illustratively. "How... how the HELL do we PURIFY it?"
"First I think we gotta find it," Al said.
Castiel nodded. "It is ...not far. Deal with your case, and then move on. The closer you get, the... stranger... I fear things will become."
Ed thumped his chest, glancing at Al. "I think we can handle it."
#
"The seal is a ROCK?" Al turned it over in his hands. "I don't understand."
Ed made a noncommittal noise, leaning against the wall with one hand clamped over his right shoulder, which was, well, gushing. He took one hand away, sticky with blood, and winced, before clamping it back to his wound. "Not to take away from the moment," he said. "But, uh. Bleeding out over here."
Sam glanced over at him and blinked in surprise, as if he'd forgotten Ed was there. Then he pocketed the rock and walked toward Ed and it was like all reality shattered around him.
The room itself cracked, the floor shifting and moving under his feet. Ed staggered, back against the wall, the pain of his sliced open shoulder already forgotten as a fresh burst of adrenaline flooded his system.
"What is -" he shouted, waving frantically toward Al but things felt different as the room itself moved and Ed realized Al had taken the rock out of its containing ring.
Then the headache hit. Ed clamped both hands to his head, one flesh and one metal and shouted hoarsely, the blood and the pain ringing in his ears. He looked up shakily to hear the pained shout echoed and was shocked to see someone kneeling not far from him, his own hands clamped to his head as if trying to contain the noise and the pain.
Ed stared at this stranger, where had he come from-?
Then to his left he saw himself, smaller, younger, hair worn long but half out of its braid, also clutching his own head in pain. What was, what was going on -
The seal. Had it been broken?
"AL!" Ed called raggedly. His younger doppelganger jerked in response, head darting upwards and his own eyes widening to see Ed there. He ignored the doppelganger and struggled to his feet, and then the stranger on his right was grabbing him by his bad shoulder. "Who the HELL are you!?" he shouted hoarsely in Ed's face, and Ed shoved him weakly away.
Ignore everything. Keep your focus on the seal. Stupid fucking rock.Edward staggered forward but the stranger grabbed him again, catching him before he could stumble over one of the rocks that broke off from the ground when the room itself had quaked. Ed looked over at him in surprise.
He looked over the stranger and recognized the dark eyes, the scruffy hair and familiar clothes abruptly. "D-dean?" he asked hoarsely.
Dean's eyes widened at the acknowledgment. "How do you know who I am?"
"No time for that," Ed waved it off as his younger doppelganger moved forward hesitantly, the ringing in his head was nothing more than ringing in his ears at this point. He pointed over the crevasse in the room. "The seal, my brother has it. We have to, have to fuck have to purify it-"
"You have a seal?" Dean's voice didn't brook any argument and Ed almost laughed at his tone. He was getting more tired and lightheaded by the second, the blood loss was getting to him fast.
"Al has it, have to get to him," Ed said, still pointing.
"Al, your brother's name is Al?" his doppelganger said, eyes darting through the mess and the dust, trying to pick out the figure on the other side.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al, Cas, Dean
Rating: T
Length: 1560
Summary:
"I can't believe you believe her," Ed said, standing in front of the dresser, both hands on his duffel bag.
"I happen to trust her," Al said shortly, not looking at Ed as he sat on the side of the bed. "You don't know her, you don't know what it was like when you were gone."
Ed hissed out a breath, still not looking at Al. Every time Al mentioned that six month gap Ed felt like someone twisted a knife in his gut. Sure, it was all his own fault he went to hell in the first place, but it wasn't like it was something he didn't think about all the damn time anyway.
"She told me to ask you what you see in your dreams," Al said, glancing up at Ed finally. He watched his older brother's shoulders stiffen, the line of his back straighten. "She said things aren't right, and it might have to do with the current seal."
Finally, finally Ed turned to look at Al. "She said all that, did she?" He shook his head.
"Ed," Al said. "What do you see in your dreams?"
Ed looked at Al, then looked away. "I don't know what it is," he said.
"Do you see hell?"
Ed barked a laughed, it sounded abrupt and forced in the confines of the motel room, whose atmosphere suddenly seemed more stifling than ever. "Hell," he muttered. "I guess it is, in a way." He shook his head. "It's -"
"If you say it's nothing I'm going to walk out of this room right now," Al said.
"I wasn't going to say that, don't put words in my mouth," Ed snapped. "It's not nothing, I know that, but it's not enough for me to put together. It's like a broken memory with only bits and pieces and I couldn't tell you much of anything about it. Just.. blood. Lots of it." He looked away. "Mine, mostly. Someone else's, haven't been able to figure out who. You were supposed to be there but you weren't and it was bad."
Al took a deep breath. "I've been having dreams lately myself," he said softly.
Ed shot him a surprised glance, finally turning fully around and leaning against the dresser. "And you weren't going to tell me?"
"What, I'm supposed to tell you every damn little thing that happens to me but you get to be all macho and older-brother and keep things from me?" Al snapped at him angrily.
"Well, yes," Ed snapped back.
Al held Ed's eye for a long moment, then ran a hand over his face obviously to calm himself. "I dream," he said quietly. "That you and I are travelling cross-country by train, and you're... smaller. You wear you hair long and shout a lot and-" he looked away. "You use that alchemy often." He left out the strange artificial limbs he remembered weighing down his older brother's shoulder and attached to his leg.
"That's..." Ed thought about that for a moment, measuring it against his own fragmented dreams.
"I have other dreams, Ed," Al said quietly. He looked at his hands before catching Ed's eye again. "They're different. You're.. different but the same. We still chase the bad things but..." he hesitated again, the spread his hands helplessly. "I can't explain how it's that different than now, but I *know* it is!"
Ed nodded wordlessly. "We're both having weird dreams about ourselves. Have you started seeing things?"
"Occasionally," Al nodded. "They're mostly reflections I catch in the corner of my eye, nothing more serious than that."
"Good." Ed crossed his arms across his chest. "First, we're going to deal with this mahr," he said. "Then, we're going to high-tail it straight to Bobby's and try to settle this whole mess and figure out what's affecting the both of us so strongly."
"It is the seal," Castiel said, seated in one of the uncomfortable chairs by the window. Ed and Al both jumped, wordlessly turning to the angel.
"Fuckin' a'," Ed hissed. "I WISH you wouldn't DO that." He gestured at the door. "Don't you know how to fuckin' KNOCK?"
"How is it the seal?" Sam got straight down to business.
Castiel looked at him measuringly. "This world," he said after a moment. "This world is not as stable as you might think." He gestured to the room itself, which Ed realized was now wallpapered. If he thought hard on it, it was wood paneling when they first checked in. "The threads of this reality are slowly unraveling, and to what end I don't know."
"The threads of reality?" Ed didn't like that. He looked over at Al, who wore the same expression of confusion.
"This world is not the real world," the angel said. "This is not how things are." He gestured at Al, and abruptly someone else sat there for a moment, someone Ed didn't have a visual confirmation for but looked similar in size and expression. "Ed?" the person asked, confused, and then abruptly he was Al again, short blond hair curling around his ears and forehead.
"What is- what is going on?" Ed asked. "How do we fix it?"
"The seal has not been opened, but it has been polluted." Castiel said, standing. "It has to be purified before it can be possessed by one side or the other, and at this stage, breaking it could sever the links of all reality."
"So now not only do we have to find the seal, but we have to purify it, too?" Ed waved his hands in the air illustratively. "How... how the HELL do we PURIFY it?"
"First I think we gotta find it," Al said.
Castiel nodded. "It is ...not far. Deal with your case, and then move on. The closer you get, the... stranger... I fear things will become."
Ed thumped his chest, glancing at Al. "I think we can handle it."
"The seal is a ROCK?" Al turned it over in his hands. "I don't understand."
Ed made a noncommittal noise, leaning against the wall with one hand clamped over his right shoulder, which was, well, gushing. He took one hand away, sticky with blood, and winced, before clamping it back to his wound. "Not to take away from the moment," he said. "But, uh. Bleeding out over here."
Sam glanced over at him and blinked in surprise, as if he'd forgotten Ed was there. Then he pocketed the rock and walked toward Ed and it was like all reality shattered around him.
The room itself cracked, the floor shifting and moving under his feet. Ed staggered, back against the wall, the pain of his sliced open shoulder already forgotten as a fresh burst of adrenaline flooded his system.
"What is -" he shouted, waving frantically toward Al but things felt different as the room itself moved and Ed realized Al had taken the rock out of its containing ring.
Then the headache hit. Ed clamped both hands to his head, one flesh and one metal and shouted hoarsely, the blood and the pain ringing in his ears. He looked up shakily to hear the pained shout echoed and was shocked to see someone kneeling not far from him, his own hands clamped to his head as if trying to contain the noise and the pain.
Ed stared at this stranger, where had he come from-?
Then to his left he saw himself, smaller, younger, hair worn long but half out of its braid, also clutching his own head in pain. What was, what was going on -
The seal. Had it been broken?
"AL!" Ed called raggedly. His younger doppelganger jerked in response, head darting upwards and his own eyes widening to see Ed there. He ignored the doppelganger and struggled to his feet, and then the stranger on his right was grabbing him by his bad shoulder. "Who the HELL are you!?" he shouted hoarsely in Ed's face, and Ed shoved him weakly away.
Ignore everything. Keep your focus on the seal. Stupid fucking rock.Edward staggered forward but the stranger grabbed him again, catching him before he could stumble over one of the rocks that broke off from the ground when the room itself had quaked. Ed looked over at him in surprise.
He looked over the stranger and recognized the dark eyes, the scruffy hair and familiar clothes abruptly. "D-dean?" he asked hoarsely.
Dean's eyes widened at the acknowledgment. "How do you know who I am?"
"No time for that," Ed waved it off as his younger doppelganger moved forward hesitantly, the ringing in his head was nothing more than ringing in his ears at this point. He pointed over the crevasse in the room. "The seal, my brother has it. We have to, have to fuck have to purify it-"
"You have a seal?" Dean's voice didn't brook any argument and Ed almost laughed at his tone. He was getting more tired and lightheaded by the second, the blood loss was getting to him fast.
"Al has it, have to get to him," Ed said, still pointing.
"Al, your brother's name is Al?" his doppelganger said, eyes darting through the mess and the dust, trying to pick out the figure on the other side.