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15 August 2007 @ 04:22 pm
Supernatural Fic: The XX Chronicles - Sarah  
Written for spn_xx - Prompt 24. Some of the women seen in stand-alone episodes take up hunting (together or separately); I'd really like to see Sarah, many years later, as an expert in haunted art or artifacts.
Crossposted to supernaturalfic

Title: The XX Chronicles - Sarah
Series/Universe: The XX Chronicles
Pairing/Characters: Sarah, Mara
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Seasons 1 and 2
Summary: After Sam leaves Sarah Blake becomes an expert in cursed artifacts
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

They came in slowly at first.

One or two small items here and there.

Then the crates started showing up.

Sarah had only delicately put the word out that she was interested in what they euphemistically called troublesome artifacts in her line of work.

Within a year she had so much inventory her father gave her his blessing to open her own business - far from his naturally. He might not have believed in the supernatural, but that didn't mean he was at all comfortable with his daughter's new hobby as he put it. He'd walk through her storage space and shudder, finding some excuse to be somewhere else, hurrying away as if he were late.

She did her market research and decided to set up shop in Danvers down in Massachusetts. While the casual tourists flocked to nearby Salem, true aficionados of the occult knew Danvers was the main focus of the witch trials and came there in search of communing with the supernatural, albeit as safely as possible.

Sarah found a ready market there for the cursed objects other dealers had paid her in secret to buy officially on paper just to get insistent clients off their back and to get the damned things as far away as possible. A pair of gilt scissors used in a ritual murder, a set of brass candlesticks that moved themselves around the house and a silver boar's head walking stick that had successfully beaten to death a werewolf who turned out to be the owner's wife - the macabre provenance of each, whispered in mock confidence to each potential buyer, was suddenly an asset. Of course, removing those curses first had been the hard part.

She had started researching the day after Sam and Dean left, Sam's kiss still a ghost lingering over her lips. She wanted to understand his world, to be prepared next time.

What she read enthralled her.

One day she looked around her - at all the objects that had found their way to her - and realized it was her world now too.

Her first contact had been a local professor, a decrepit old man enjoying his tenure as a so-called expert. He'd passed on copies of the rites, but taunted her condescendingly, saying curses were just folklore and she shouldn't bother her pretty little head with such dark nonsense.

She bit off a 'barefoot and pregnant' retort, afraid she might need him again.

Amazingly, the rites worked.

She laughed - more out of relief, but somehow this was a turning point for her.

She'd just been initiated into the world of the supernatural.

It was both a gleeful and a sobering thought. She'd put herself on Hell's radar. She needed to be able to protect herself.

She'd taken self-defense classes before, but this was different. She put some of her profits into an exercise room in her new house. She hired a personal trainer and told the burly young man if she couldn't fight him off and escape within six months he was fired.

She threw him to the mat after four.

From that point on, she trained harder.

Salt became a constant companion. Pure iron pieces dotted her house décor.

People thought it odd the daughter of an art dealer had no paintings in her house, but some bad memories can never be erased.

She quietly accumulated weapons that came with fantastic supernatural claims, unable to test them, but unable to let them go either.

She knew it wasn't her place to wield them.

It was Sam's.

She tried finding him through researching the kinds of jobs she thought he and Dean would be attracted to in the news. She always found someone who recognized them too late - they'd already left town, moved on to the next evil.

She tried posting on web sites she thought Sam might frequent, tried posting semi-cryptic messages in the classifieds that she hoped might catch Dean's eye. After a couple of months she gave up on any sort of subtlety - worried that Sam might be dead, finally done in by one of the horrible things he hunted - and posted desperate 'have you seen these men' type ads.

Sam never responded.

But someone else did.

After six police departments and two FBI agents contacted her, she gave up the ads, realizing that Sam and Dean needed to stay off the radar to avoid the law.

One detective told her that Dean had died and her heart wrenched at the pain of Sam all alone in the world.

Then word trickled in about two young men investigating at a college where one of her contacts taught. She faxed over sketches of both men and shed tears of relief when the professor recognized both Sam and Dean.

Not wanting to go through the pain again, she stopped looking. As much as it hurt to give up on Sam, she knew there was no happy ending for someone like him.

She made the decision to end that chapter of her life and focus on doing what good she could on her own.

And then the letter came.

She panicked when she read it. A lawyer. Prison. Sam and Dean fugitives, escapees... They wanted to know what she knew about the two, wanted proof she hadn't harbored them secretly - aiding and abetting they called it in legalese. They wanted her to give a deposition.

She paced, clutching the letter, unsure what to do, what to say.

Telling the truth would be a bad idea on an epic scale.

If Sam and Dean had taught her one thing in their brief time together it was that the supernatural and the law did not mix. She didn't want to lie, but she didn't want to put innocent lives at risk either.

She agreed to the deposition - a formality really - and the lawyer flew out to take her statement.

She hesitated outside the conference room at her lawyer's office where the session was to take place, still not sure what she was going to say.

She went in, was introduced to the lawyer, got sworn in and then waited for her to ask the first question.

Once it was asked, the floodgates opened.

Almost without realizing it, Sarah told her everything. It was as though a huge burden had been lifted from her shoulders; the onus of keeping secrets, the loneliness of having no one to talk to about all of it - it finally caught up with her.

She left in a daze, unsure if she'd just made the biggest mistake of her life.

An hour later there was a knock on her door.

The lawyer, Mara now - not Ms. Daniels, looked different out of her severe suit. She handed Sarah the tape of the deposition.

It was mangled - crushed beyond repair.

A look of understanding passed between them. Sarah could tell.

She knew.

She stood back from the door and gestured for Mara to enter.

And just like that, Sarah had a partner.

Mara knew about others, people whom the Winchesters' lives had touched before they'd disappeared, moved on for good.

Other women.

They gathered in Baltimore at Detective Diana Ballard's apartment: Mara and Sarah as a research team and Kathleen and Cassie on Diana's team of hunters. All touched by the supernatural, none able to forget what they'd experienced.

They'd seen what was out there.

They'd seen the Winchester brothers stop it.

Now it was their turn.

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on August 15th, 2007 11:22 pm (UTC)
I confess I put off writing this prompt until last out of the six I claimed because honestly the thought of it was just really daunting.

I pictured a universe where Detective Diana Ballard of The Usual Suspects collected a small team of hunters - Cassie Robinson from Route 666 and Deputy Kathleen Hudak from The Benders - while Mara Daniels, the public defender from Folsom Prison Blues, paired up with Sarah to form a research team. The two groups got together in my head and I tossed in nonviolent vampire Lenore as an informant and voila!

Now there was a universe that could eat Cincinnati. /headdesk/

So I put it off, but hello today is the deadline for the ficathon! Eep!

My muse finally relented a few hours ago and suggested I make this behemoth a Series instead of just a fic. So here I tell Sarah's tale - since that's what the person who suggested the prompt asked for - and I reserve the right to tell the stories of the other five women at a later date.

An odd bit of a thank you to someone on my F-list who mentioned the whole Danvers/Salem thing in a recent post. I hadn't known that and while it's not crucial to the fic, it was an inspiration. I just don't have time to ask permission to thank them publicly. But thank you!

FWIW, the title is a mix of The Sarah Jane Adventures and the name of the comm I wrote this for - spn_xx. I misremembered the show as Chronicles not Adventures, possibly because I have something called The Chronicles of Edison Carter locked away somewhere. Hehehe I've recently started watching the new Dr. Who (Ninth) and that put Dr. Who back on my radar again after *many* years, so I'd at least heard of this Sarah Jane thing even if I still have no clue what it is. /grins/

Here's hoping the muse gives me more of The XX Chronicles soon and that people are interested in reading them.

Of course, I'd probably get more readers if I published something called The XXX Chronicles... ;-)


Emma DeMarais
melissima: Garcia ooomelissima on August 15th, 2007 11:58 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession
I love this. It's a perfectly well developed, self-contained story, intriguing and memorable. With only the ghost of a Winchester! This 'verse could be a fandom in it's own right. More! Please!
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on August 16th, 2007 12:03 am (UTC)
Re: Confession
Thank you, hon! /squishes you/

I figure if I make it through the other five - and muse knows who's up next - I might have a shot at a wrap up fic where they all work together on a case. /gasp/

Of course, Five Nights is still languishing, so I can only get so optimistic...

/wanders off humming Radiohead/
Rusalkamarinarusalka on August 16th, 2007 12:42 am (UTC)
This is very cool. I love this role for Sarah, combining her new-found knowledge of the supernatural and her art background in a believable, in-character way. And the idea of her getting together with the other "in the know" women and kicking evil's ass is just wonderful.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on August 16th, 2007 12:59 am (UTC)
Thanks! The prompt was intriguing - especially the concept of Sarah getting sucked into that world after Sam left and not just running away from it and all the bad memories of grisly death. My favorite line in that episode is when Dean tells Sam "Marry that girl". You have to figure any woman who is that strong of character to not back down in the face of danger is the kind of woman they belong with. Not that I ship them, I just like seeing women strong enough to handle that world in canon.
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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on August 16th, 2007 02:49 am (UTC)
Excellent! I hoped it made sense for her.

Even Dean could see how great Sarah was.
("Marry that girl." Hehehe)

Thanks for coming to read and comment!
Weesta: Supernatural - Sam - Sarah - SamGirlweesta on August 27th, 2008 12:26 pm (UTC)
This is awesome. Sarah's one of my favorites and I love the path her life has taken here after meeting the Winchesters. This would make an awesome 'verse!
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on August 27th, 2008 09:26 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I really wanted to make this a series focusing on other women in the show, but there was so little interest I shelved it. I might go back to it in the future, who knows?

Some Sarah (not so) microfiction:

When he finally gives up he falls into a depression. He ignores Bobby's voicemails and just drives. He doesn't even realize where he's headed until he realizes he's parked outside her house.

It's been years and he's not even sure if Sarah still lives here, but he's out of the car and walking to her door, his mind and feet working on autopilot.

When no one answers his knock he feels stupid, she's probably at work. It's light out so he figures it's daytime, having lost track of time on the road.

He's about to turn away when the door creaks open. She's standing there in her robe with sleep mussed hair and drowsy eyes that waken and widen at the sight of him.


She sees him, sees the look on his face and just holds out her arms to him.

This is why he came.

He bends to her hand, lets her soothe him with her embrace.

"Dean... He died... I couldn't save him..."

He's not sure how they make it to her bed, but he's lost in his grief as she enfolds him, whispers reassurances.

She's the one who undoes the sash on her robe, offering him solace in her self.

They make love with a hint of desperation, seeking life in the aftermath of death.

She tells him to stay when it's over and since he's been waiting for someone to give him an order, any order, since he was left all alone, he obeys.
Weesta: Supernatural - Sam - I lost my shoeweesta on August 28th, 2008 02:40 am (UTC)
Ooooh, you're killing me here. Poor broken Sam, waiting for someone to give him an order. *sniff*
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on August 28th, 2008 02:42 am (UTC)
Any death is purely unintentional. ;-)

/hums Gang of Four's Man in a Uniform/