"Nathan?"Dean breathed a sigh of relief. At least this telekinetic wasn't too far gone to save.
"Guys, you can't fight this thing by yourselves. You need us."
Dean met Paige's anxious brown eyes. She and her sisters looked so tiny, almost fragile. He had seen their power, he knew what they could do, but he refused to put them in the line of fire.
His hand tightened around the rifle he held as he turned to his brother. "Sam, let's go."
"Dean, don't do this," Paige warned behind him.
Sam stuffed his hands into his coat pockets. "What if she's right, Dean? What if we need them?"
Dean narrowed his hazel eyes. "I'm going with or without you," he told his brother.
"You'll both die if you walk out that door." It was Phoebe's voice this time. "I saw it, and I know you did, too, Sam. We saw it at the same time."
Dean felt his brother hesitate. Shit! Shit! He needed Sam with him, and if Sam chose the Halliwells' side, then he was screwed.
"She's right, Dean. I saw it, too."
Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn't need this, not now. He refused to have anyone's death on his hands but his own. He opened his eyes and whirled around to face all three women. Piper, Phoebe, and Paige stood there with a potion in each hand.
"Fine. But I won't be responsible if you get hurt," he growled.
"You don't have to be," Piper said. "We can take care of ourselves."
"Separate, you guys would die, but united, I think we definitely stand a chance," Phoebe smiled.
Dean headed for the door. "Then come on. We've got demon ass to kick."
Characters: Wyatt and Dean
"Hey, Wyatt, have you ever had problems with Chris whining about wanting to be normal?"
"All the time, Dean. He complains about missing school and not being able to hang out with his friends. Says he'd happily give up killing demons for a normal school day."
"Are you serious? Killing demons is so much better than learning math."
"You're telling me. How about Sam?"
"You mean Geek Boy? Oh, he's always got his nose stuck in a book. Would rather stay in college than help me and Dad on a hunt."
"They're both crazy."
"I'll drink to that."
Characters: Methos/Prudence Warren
Written for Highlander 100
Methos rolled over and looked down at his sleeping wife. Not many men would have taken on a widowed witch and her young daughter, but Methos wasn't a normal man. He carefully stroked Prudence Warren's long, dark hair, grateful that she was his.
Awakened by his touch, Prudence opened her blue eyes and met her husband's greenish gold ones. She touched his face. "Can you not sleep tonight?" she asked.
"Yes, but I wanted to watch you," he replied, grinning.
Prudence blushed as she kissed him. "How did I become so fortunate?"
"How did I?" Methos then returned the kiss.
Velvet Goldmine/American Idol
Singing his heart out, Curt made it through three bars before he was stopped.
The large black man was the first to speak. "Dude, you've got a really interesting sound. It was all right; I wasn't feelin' it, but it was okay. Paula?"
The pretty woman beside him smiled. "Curt, you are such a cutie, and I think you have a great voice." She deferred to the dark-haired man beside her. "Simon?"
"I thought it was appalling," the Brit drawled. "If my neighbor's dog howled like you do, I would have him shot. Horrible."
Growling, Curt grabbed a piece of the set behind him and tore it off. "Fuckin' tone deaf," he shot at Simon as he stomped out the door.
Richie's eyes widened as he watched the fireball grow in the boy's hand. He had seen a lot of things before, but never something like that. Why did all the weirdoes have to show up when he was watching the antique shop?
The younger boy smiled. "You're not scared of a little fire, are you?"
Richie backed up against the wall, desperately searching for a weapon. Grabbing the fire extinguisher, he sprayed it all over the kid. The fireball in his hand died as he raced out of the shop.
"The streets sure have changed since I was a thief."
She had been watching him for at least thirty minutes, and it was starting to bother Richie. If the pretty brunette wanted to talk to him, she should just come over. As if reading his mind, she did just that.
"Richie Ryan?" she asked timidly.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Joan, and I'm supposed to give you a message. Whatever happens, don't go looking for your friend Duncan. It's too dangerous."
Richie narrowed his eyes. "How do you know about Duncan? Are you a Watcher?"
She smiled and shook her head. "No, just a friend." And with that, she walked away.
"Does it get any easier?" Whitney Fordman asked as he picked up his sword. He tried to avoid looking at the headless body at his feet, but his blue eyes couldn't do it.
Richie patted him on the back. "No. I'd worry if it did."
Whitney looked up at him. "It's not my first head, but it sure feels like it."
"It always does."
"Do you think Emma and Corrie are all right?"
"Man, I hope so."
With that, the two Immortals went in search of the missing women. As they turned the corner, Whitney glanced back and shuddered.
The first time he went invisible, it scared the life out of him. The second time, he thought it was pretty cool. Now, he was slowly getting the hang of his brand new disappearing act.
However, no matter how cool his new power was, he knew he had to keep it a secret. With the new mutant phenomenon, people were terrified.
He thought of his family and how he could always talk to them. He remembered how they reacted when Joan told them she could talk to God.
Could they handle the fact that Luke, their youngest, was a mutant?
General O'Neill squinted as he took in the scrawny young man in front of him. "Don't I know you from somewhere, Dr…?"
"Dr. Luke Girardi, sir, and I don't think so," he replied.
"Are you sure? Because your face is awfully familiar."
"Maybe you read my book?"
O'Neill waved him off. "No, that's definitely not it." He shrugged. "Well, Carter did say you were a bright kid, and I trust her judgment. You up to the challenge?"
"Welcome to the SGC, Dr. Girardi." Shaking Luke's hand, O'Neill squinted his eyes again. "Are you sure I don't know you?"
Meteor freaks? I've heard of ghosts, demons, werewolves, and even wendigoes, but meteor freaks were a little beyond my grasp. I regarded the pretty blonde in front of me with a raised eyebrow. "You think a meteor-freak ghost did this?" I asked.
Chloe gave me a dazzling smile. "Correction. I know a meteor-freak ghost did this. This isn't the first time, you know."
I sat down in the chair across from her. "How do you know that?"
"Because I've been possessed by a meteor-freak ghost before." Her calm delivery wasn't lost on me. She must have caught my expression of horror. "Don't worry, Sam, it wasn't a big deal. Some prom-obsessed girl I went to high school with crashed her car into woods infested with meteor rocks. Instead of dying, she became a ghost and started possessing everyone she came into contact with. Since i won prom queen, naturally, I was one of her targets."
"Wow." I leaned forward. "So, how do we stop this thing?"
"Looks like we're going to have to work together." She placed her hands on the desk between us.
I smiled and took it. "Okay, where do we start?" Yeah, Dean'll probably kill me for telling Chloe the truth, but those green eyes were hard to resist. Looks like we had a partner, whether Dean was going to like it or not.
Dean gripped his pistol as he trained it on the dark-haired man standing in front of him. He had no idea what this guy was, but he had never seen anyone hold fire in the palm of their hands before. Dean wasn't taking any chances with this guy.
"Who are you?" Dean asked dangerously.
The other guy put out the fire and held his hands above his head. "They call me Pyro, and I'm only here to talk."
The pistol didn't move. "So start talking."
"Magneto sent me."
Dean narrowed his eyes. "The mutant terrorist?"
Pyro didn't move his hands. "Terrorist is such a harsh word. We're only trying to get some respect."
Dean kept his pistol trained on the other man.
"I'm here to recruit you and your brother," the man continued, slowly lowering his hands.
"We're not mutants."
Pyro chuckled. "According to Magneto, you are. Don't ask me how he gets his info; he just does. See, your brother gets visions, and your stronger than your average man."
Dean narrowed his eyes, but he didn't move his gun. "How...?"
"I told you, I don't know."
Dean applied pressure to the trigger. "I'm going to give you to the count of five to get out of here."
Pyro simply stepped back into the shadows of the alley behind him. "Think about it. We could use people like you and your brother." And with that, he was gone.
Dean lowered his gun. He hated mutants who thought they were better than everyone else. They were worse than the humans they fought. Frustrated, he balled his hand into a fist and punched a hole into the brick wall beside him. He wasn't going to tell Sam about this, not if he could help it.