possibly the most "me" meme ever

[vaznetti]

As seen just now on musesfool's livejournal:

Give me two characters from two different fandoms with which I am familiar, and I will invent a relationship for them. And if I'm not familiar with them, I will make something up. Hell, I'll make something up anyway, so...

This meme has "me" all over it. Seriously.

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[cofax7]

Scully and the Winchesters, any one of them.

[vaznetti]

First of all, you've given me this enormous Apocafic plot bunny. Here's the opening, and I make no guarantees that there will ever be anything more of it. And Scully only appears at the end. This may be a sign that I fail at memes.

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The world ends on a sunny Tuesday in November. All Sam wants is to be able to crack a joke about turkeys or the goddamn election or even demonic influence, but instead he just watches, numb, as the spaceships come down. First Homeland Security takes over, then the EMP goes off and there's no watching anything, any more. They hear word of camps and stay away from the cities: nothing left there anyway, Dean says. Something in the water supply.

Sam keeps his questions to himself until they're standing over the melting body of something that was wearing Ash's face when Dean stuck his knife in the back of it's neck. "Man," Dean says, "who'd have thought that asshole was telling the truth?"

"You knew this was going to happen," he says. "You knew."

"Hey!" Dean says. "I didn't know. You hear a lot of shit in this business. I ran into this guy once, we talked about shapechangers, he gave me a couple names." He frowns down at the hissing corpse. "I was kinda hoping Ash would know how to find them."

Sam finds Ash's body in the basement, wedged between the stacked cases of beer. Dean comes down from the bedrooms upstairs with a somber look and a set of coordinates. When Sam asks where he found them, Dean looks away and mutters something about knowing where to look. "They're worth checking out," he says.

They bury Ash in the back, lay seven ghosts to rest over the next three days, driving up into the Rockies. They come around a bend to the cabin just as the first snow of the season comes sifting down on them. Dean gets out first and Sam follows as the cabin door opens; the woman in the dark doorway's a tiny thing, but she's holding the rifle like she knows what to do with it, so they keep their hands where she can see them.

"Stop there," she tells them.

"We're looking for some friends of ours," Dean starts. "Might've come through here, a mother and daughter."

No change on the woman's face, cold and pale in the thin winter light. "Look," Sam starts. "I'm Sam Winchester, this is my brother, Dean. We're not here to cause any trouble."

"I'm going to have to see your blood," she says.

"We're not shapechangers," Dean says.

"I'm sure you're not." The rifle doesn't move.

"OK," Sam says. "OK. I'm reaching for my knife now. But you know, this is really unsanitary."

She snorts at that, but doesn't really relax until she sees the red on the knife.

end.