WELP. I’d say this hasn’t been on my mind but that would be a lie since I wrote an entire story for it…
The phone started to ring.
Everyone hushed, staring at the speaker with trepidation as Walt backed off to join Sean. The only person focused elsewhere was Mikael, and that was only because someone needed to keep an eye on the door, and no one was eager to be the person who talked to Dean. Just the thought of his size made them nervous.
The rings cut out and everyone held their breath.
“Hello? ”
The gruff voice that rumbled out of the phone was enough to freeze them where they stood. Dean sounded tired and grumpy. The call must have woken him from a deep sleep.
Apprehensive, Walt glanced out the expansive window across the room, staring at the rising sun. He cursed to himself. It was bad enough they had to call the hunter in the first place. Now they were making it worse with bad timing. Humans had such different schedules from Walt’s people, it was easy to forget Dean might not be up when they called him in their desperation.
Dean, of course, was oblivious to the subtleties on the other end of the call. He continued on. “Who is this? How did you get this number? ”
So it’s been a while since I’ve done much of anything on this blog ^^; School had consumed pretty much my entire existence so I’ve been behind on prompts and shirking the Zepheera-Visions, and I’ve also gotten myself deeply involved with the @brothersapart universe.
But that’s not all I’ve been up to.
Introducing Borrowed Magic, my first co-written AU in the BTaS universe!
@neonthewrite has lent me her Bowman to join in the shenanigans of my borrower OC Zepheera and the Tenth Doctor in my crossover series Borrowed Time and Space. Fittingly enough, we’ve named this AU Borrowed Magic.
I’ve poked at ideas for AUs of BTaS before, mostly to allow for interactions with more of the Tenth Doctor’s companions, but this one has the potential for so much fun. Not only is Bowman a spitfire of a sassball, but it’s interesting to throw yet another non-human companion into the mix! His life in Wellwood has in no way prepared him for travel in time and space, and it doesn’t help that he’s the youngest and the smallest on board (due to the slight scale difference, Zepheera ends up a whole half-inch taller than the sprite, much to his annoyance).
This is a young AU, but Neon and I do have plans in store for these dorks. I’ll start posting excerpts semi-regularly, and we’ll take any questions involving the AU!
For now, here’s a sneak peek at our first completed story!
“Zepheera, answer me!”
Who is Zepheera?
The insistent call deepened the concerned frown on Bowman’s face. He watched the tall man with hardly-blinking eyes for a moment before registering that there could be another human out there. That made his wings fan open and closed as he scanned the forest for another giant nearby.
He was thinking he might have to fly a short distance to find another giant crashing around in the woods. Keeping track of all intruders was imperative for the safety of the village. Bowman turned, aiming to look behind himself first.
He did a double take at the sight of someone on the branch with him.
“Spirit’s dance!” he yelped, flinching backwards. He stumbled off the end of the branch, but his wings caught him easily, flaring open and pulling him back up to hover level with one of the strangest people he’d ever seen. They had skin that looked a bit pale compared to his own, but not as pale as the tall human a distance away. Most important was the lack of any sort of wings on their back, despite otherwise being sprite-sized.
“What … who are you?!”
Look out for Part 2 of this update, coming soon
Bowman’s taking a dip in the Doctor Who universe! Go check it out ❤
For the third time that morning, Dean found a voice by his side whispering his name with some urgency. The urge rose up in him to simply grab his blankets and tug them over his head, ignoring the rest of the world in favor of some much-needed sleep.
Yet Dean’s deepest nature prevented him from trying, and when the second “Dean!” came, he blinked open his eyes.
Next, Sherlock took the remaining sample and preset it under the microscope, focusing all his attention on carefully squeezing drop after drop of warm water from the teapot next to him through an eyedropper onto the sample to watch the crystals dissolve. He waited until the process had stopped after each drop, though given the size of the sample it wouldn’t take long at all before it was all gone.
As focused as Sherlock was on his experiments, he didn’t realize he had a visitor.
Bowman didn’t have enough time to really look at it before the human’s hands rushed at him. He dropped to a seat as his prison was seized and dragged along, a loud scraping filling his ears. His wings drew tighter to his back and he cringed away from the giant. It didn’t matter. There was no escaping the inexorable slide until he was in the giant shadow.
One hand braced against the side of the container, and Bowman stared at the huge fingers splayed in front of him until he heard the popping up above. His gaze flicked upwards in time for the red lid to tilt away from the rest of the tupperware.
It would be enough space for him to wriggle through if a giant hand wasn’t already snaking its way in. Bowman’s heels scrabbled against the floor in a desperate attempt to push himself further away. Those fingers curled towards him like creeping vines, bringing with them the radiant heat and faint smell of skin and dirt. For a second, Bowman thought he caught a memory of his home forest in that scent.
For the borrowers, they have a 9 month term pregnancy, just like humans! Having a child is more dangerous, because instead of going to a hospital and getting help from a doctor, they have no pain medication and instead rely on a midwife, often a close friend that lives nearby, especially in America, where they’re spread out. In London, they do have more specialized trades, so there would be an actual midwife to help.
Wood sprites tend to have a slightly shorter term. Luckily, they have a strong community around them to help with the birth. In Wellwood, the new mother is usually led somewhere just outside the village when it’s time, and then once the baby is born and cleaned up they come back home. Mama rests and everyone holds the new baby sprout. Thank the Spirit that wood sprites are born with their wings all curled up!
The thought brought on an exasperated sigh, and he angrily chewed through the rest of his biscuit as he mulled it over. On some level Sherlock wanted to hear Dean out. He trusted Dean as a partner and knew he could rely on his judgment, but still–
Brothers Apart 