Oh, honey, you were the good one among the two of us. Before I'd even finished Somewhere to Begin, I'd committed to xmenbigbang and now spnreversebang. NaNoWriMo may not be happening this year with all the work I set out for myself, but there's always next time. ^^;
The concept of your Suits Big Bang sounds exciting and I wish you all the best of luck with writing it!
So, on to this brainchild that was entirely your fault (and for that, I love you).
1) Everyone loved Gabriel, but he, Raphael, and Uriel were their own 'trinity' before Gabriel broke with Heaven. Raphael has never forgiven Gabriel for abandoning the Host, and them more personally. Raphael settled for the ceasefire out of love and deference to Michael, but she still hadn't reconciled with her brothers by the time of the events in Somewhere to Begin. She's on better terms with Castiel than any of them, which is mostly thanks to Balthazar and his refreshing irreverence. Balthazar, at first, reminded her of Gabriel before she started seeing him without the shadow of what she used to have.
2) Michael returned to the past when Gabriel confirmed their present Adam had gone back. Michael found Adam a wreck in the latest broken motel room. Michael almost convinced him to forget everything and run with him, but more than his own fear that the decision would unravel the timeline, them along with it, Adam was in too deep to abandon his brothers. Adam refuses the sword Michael tries to give him (because he didn't have it the first time, either), they swear to hold their silence of Michael's visit and, in the end, manage to say goodbye.
3) And guess what? You gave me the perfect excuse to write that schmoopy future moment in time. <3
The apartment is dark when Adam turns the key in the door. He’s been at the university library for the last ten hours without a break, he can barely see straight, and he’s too exhausted to eat, though he’s so hungry he considers chewing off the arm of the couch when he drops his books and collapses face down into its cushions.
Adam feels like he could sleep for weeks. Maybe he can after the final exam tomorrow.
There’s a series of missed calls on his phone from Sam and Dean and the exhausted tension in his chest winds tighter. He hopes nothing’s wrong because his medkit is low on supplies and he doesn’t trust that he could even stand at the moment.
But if he could face down Raphael with a broken leg, dislocated shoulder, and a concussion that had seriously messed with his aim, he could check his fucking voicemail.
The numbers and letters blur on the screen, but he manages to dial the right codes before hitting the ‘speaker’ button. He then makes the mistake of closing his eyes as he settles down to listen.
“Hey, it’s me!” Gabriel’s bright voice makes him chuckle into the cushion. He can hear Sam asking for the phone back and catches the tail of Lucifer’s quiet laughter. “Just calling to wish you luck for tomorrow, kid. When are you coming to visit us-?”
The voice in the next message surprises him: Raphael.
“Michael asked me to check your wards today and they were again weathered beyond usefulness. I don’t understand how you’re still alive. You owe me three pints of blood.”
Looks like it was time to bribe Balthazar again, but Adam was going to worry about that after the final tomorrow when the world and its dramas could continue. Annoyance twists through the tension in his chest, because if Michael sent Raphael it mean he wasn’t coming, but then the next message begins and Dean’s smooth, familiar timbre settles a calm over him as sure as his brother’s hand on his shoulder.
“Hey. We still good for Friday? I’ll call you when we’re close, but me and Cas should get there in the afternoon….”
The next time Adam grows aware, he’s startled out of a heavy, dreamless sleep by a weight settling behind him over his hips. Reflex kicks in and he whips the gun out from under the cushions. The butt of his gun hits bone, the visitor grunts, and Adam deflates.
He twists around and Michael frowns down at him.
“That’s not the welcome I was hoping for.” Michael rubs his cheekbone, though Adam knows the archangel would have barely registered the blow.
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Date: 2011-08-21 11:29 am (UTC)The concept of your Suits Big Bang sounds exciting and I wish you all the best of luck with writing it!
So, on to this brainchild that was entirely your fault (and for that, I love you).
1) Everyone loved Gabriel, but he, Raphael, and Uriel were their own 'trinity' before Gabriel broke with Heaven. Raphael has never forgiven Gabriel for abandoning the Host, and them more personally. Raphael settled for the ceasefire out of love and deference to Michael, but she still hadn't reconciled with her brothers by the time of the events in Somewhere to Begin. She's on better terms with Castiel than any of them, which is mostly thanks to Balthazar and his refreshing irreverence. Balthazar, at first, reminded her of Gabriel before she started seeing him without the shadow of what she used to have.
2) Michael returned to the past when Gabriel confirmed their present Adam had gone back. Michael found Adam a wreck in the latest broken motel room. Michael almost convinced him to forget everything and run with him, but more than his own fear that the decision would unravel the timeline, them along with it, Adam was in too deep to abandon his brothers. Adam refuses the sword Michael tries to give him (because he didn't have it the first time, either), they swear to hold their silence of Michael's visit and, in the end, manage to say goodbye.
3) And guess what? You gave me the perfect excuse to write that schmoopy future moment in time. <3
The apartment is dark when Adam turns the key in the door. He’s been at the university library for the last ten hours without a break, he can barely see straight, and he’s too exhausted to eat, though he’s so hungry he considers chewing off the arm of the couch when he drops his books and collapses face down into its cushions.
Adam feels like he could sleep for weeks. Maybe he can after the final exam tomorrow.
There’s a series of missed calls on his phone from Sam and Dean and the exhausted tension in his chest winds tighter. He hopes nothing’s wrong because his medkit is low on supplies and he doesn’t trust that he could even stand at the moment.
But if he could face down Raphael with a broken leg, dislocated shoulder, and a concussion that had seriously messed with his aim, he could check his fucking voicemail.
The numbers and letters blur on the screen, but he manages to dial the right codes before hitting the ‘speaker’ button. He then makes the mistake of closing his eyes as he settles down to listen.
“Hey, it’s me!” Gabriel’s bright voice makes him chuckle into the cushion. He can hear Sam asking for the phone back and catches the tail of Lucifer’s quiet laughter. “Just calling to wish you luck for tomorrow, kid. When are you coming to visit us-?”
The voice in the next message surprises him: Raphael.
“Michael asked me to check your wards today and they were again weathered beyond usefulness. I don’t understand how you’re still alive. You owe me three pints of blood.”
Looks like it was time to bribe Balthazar again, but Adam was going to worry about that after the final tomorrow when the world and its dramas could continue. Annoyance twists through the tension in his chest, because if Michael sent Raphael it mean he wasn’t coming, but then the next message begins and Dean’s smooth, familiar timbre settles a calm over him as sure as his brother’s hand on his shoulder.
“Hey. We still good for Friday? I’ll call you when we’re close, but me and Cas should get there in the afternoon….”
The next time Adam grows aware, he’s startled out of a heavy, dreamless sleep by a weight settling behind him over his hips. Reflex kicks in and he whips the gun out from under the cushions. The butt of his gun hits bone, the visitor grunts, and Adam deflates.
He twists around and Michael frowns down at him.
“That’s not the welcome I was hoping for.” Michael rubs his cheekbone, though Adam knows the archangel would have barely registered the blow.