By the time they reached the final doorway, Bowman was exhausted just from looking at every corner. The human shoved the door open and kicked it closed behind him with a loud slam. Bowman flinched, but his eyes were on the room before him.
“Here we are, little guy,” the human announced. “Home sweet home.”
Bowman scowled over his shoulder. “This is not my home,” he insisted. His wings twitched in a mix of irritation and sorrow. It had been too long since he could fly freely. “It’s just another stupid human box.”
Bowman was helpless to stop his other hand snaring one of his wings in a pinch to force it open. It spread out against his will no matter what he did. Eyes the size of his head scanned over the green membrane while Bowman glared defiantly.
The human finally took his gaze off Bowman, but didn’t let go of his wing. “Dude. What do you want for him? I got like forty bucks in my wallet right now.”
Bowman winced as the hand swept him aside in the air before he finally arced away from it. The pain ran up and down his side, spiking in his middle, and the stricken wing fluttered in his daze. He couldn’t stop the fall.
He was falling.
No sooner had he realized the heart-skipping fact than he’d crashed.
And then, just as abruptly, he came to a stop in front of a new pair of eyes.
The new human’s jaw dropped and he stared with unmasked fascination. His skin was just as pale as the first human’s, and he was just as wingless. From the looks of things, he had long hair, and it was tied back; Bowman couldn’t see much beyond the face that leaned closer to him, and his shoulders bunched up. He wished he could hide himself in his wings, but he didn’t want to present them to scrutiny, too.
“Dude, holy shit,” the giant breathed, barely more than a whisper. “It moved. It’s real.”
He hated that look on the human’s face, the one that said he thought Bowman was trained. Every time Bowman acted like he was “supposed to”, that smirk appeared. Bowman wanted to kick the giant right in the face for it.
“Good,” the human said, glancing back to his healer show. “You can show off your wings as much as you want, so don’t worry about that.”
“Your generosity is astounding,” Bowman muttered in response.
The human lounged on the couch, looming nearby, while Bowman’s plastic cage sat on the next cushion over. They were watching a show about human healers, so the human said. They wore a lot of white and had a lot of lover’s quarrels, from Bowman’s experience. Not a lot of healing happened.
He learned a lot, when the giant deigned to actually answer him. He learned what plastic was, how TVs and cars worked, and what it meant to have a “job.” Bowman had left his entire world behind and traded it in for one completely alien to him.
He never even had a chance to really stretch his wings.
The human took him out of the plastic cage once or twice to add containers of food and water. More often than not, one or both wings were squished into a fist. It didn’t matter how much he squirmed and fidgeted, he was always wrapped in a hand so he couldn’t fly around the enormous human dwelling.
I hadn’t really thought that far ahead! I bet the Winchesters (any set, if we consider the @brothersapart multiverse) would find this just as crazy as Bowman and Jacob do. Jacob would have even more mother henning to worry about while he’s so little, regardless of how big the Winchesters are!
Inspiration can come up and bite us at the most random times, so I wouldn’t say it’s impossible.
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 ❤
Brothers Apart 