The Space She Invades (5/11) - SPN/HL
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strangevisitor7Title: The Space She Invades (5/11)
Author:strangevisitor7
Beta:clarksmuse & idontlikegravy
Prompt: #38: Touch forcrossovers100 My claim is Highlander general series and my table is here
Rated: PG
Fandom: HL and SPN; The rest of the Immortal!Dean can be found here. But this story can stand alone without reading the whole series.
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sarah Blake, Duncan MacLeod, Connor MacLeod, OFC - Katie
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. Except Katie she's mine and dedicated toclarksmuse
Summary: This one is all about Sam! Dean wants to get Sam married and settled into a normal life. But normal life isn’t something that comes easy for the Winchesters. Sarah's been hurt and now she's acting strangely
Chapter Summary: In which all will be revealed...maybe.
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8; Chapter 9; Chapter 10; Chapter 11
The Space She Invades - Chapter 5: Who Are You?
Katie walked halfway down the steps. “Connor,” she called out.
He came out of the living room and met her on the landing. “Has she remembered anything?”
Katie shook her head “Not yet, but I think you should talk to her. Remind her of what you mean to each other.”
Connor smiled ruefully. “Obviously not that much.”
Katie touched his arm. “Don’t do that. She’s just confused and frustrated. She doesn’t have any memory of me either and I’m her best friend,” Katie said, trying to reassure him.
He looked over his shoulder at the other three standing in the living room. Katie followed his gaze. “I’ll handle them. You’re the one Sarah needs to see.” And she pushed him up the steps.
Katie watched as Connor reached the top of the steps and disappeared into Sarah’s room. She was sure he would be able to get her memory going, just as she knew Sarah loved him. You don’t forget that feeling.
The door bell rang and startled her. Who could that be?. By the time she turned around, someone was already answering it. The man in the green flannel shirt and the military haircut had opened the door for a pizza delivery guy.
She walked down the remaining steps. The man turned and treated her to the most amazing smile. It actually made her toes curl. It was the kind of smile that no decent man gave to a stranger. Then it clicked, who he was. Sarah had talked about the brothers and shown her emails with pictures. “You must be Dean Winchester,” she guessed.
“Sarah’s mentioned me,” he said happily. He paid the pizza guy and shut the door but never took his eyes off of her. His gaze raked over her and she felt a little dirty. She was just glad there were a couple of pizzas between them because, if everything Sarah had told her was true, her virtue could be at stake just by standing too close to him.
“Yes, and she warned me about you,” she said.
He frowned. “What do you mean ‘warned you’?”
Katie smiled enigmatically and headed for the kitchen.
Dean hurried after her. Reaching the kitchen, he placed the boxes on the table and asked again. “What does that mean, Sarah warned you about me?”
“Seriously, Dean, every woman in the lower 48 has been warned about you,” the tall man with the shaggy hair quipped.
Katie laughed “You must be Sam. At 5’ 11”, it’s not often I have to look up at a guy. Your pictures don’t do you justice,” she continued and then cringed. Why had she said that? “I mean height wise.” She had to stop herself from gesticulating widely as if trying to throw the words away.
“Uh, thanks,” Sam said sheepishly. “Sarah mentioned she had a housemate. “English teacher right?”
Katie knew that Sarah had had a crush on the younger Winchester. But it had faded to friendship by the time Con had come along. She wondered how Sarah had given up on him. Katie had been intrigued by the pictures and stories Sarah had shared about the younger Winchester but she had never expected to actually meet him.
“Yeah. Ninth grade at the local high school, but I’m on summer break now. It’s frustrating but very rewarding when the little demons behave,” she admitted and could feel herself blushing when he let out a small laugh at her statement. That sounded lame. Why was he making her so nervous?
Trying to save what dignity she had left, she turned to look at the third man.
“Then you must be the mysterious Duncan MacLeod. Sarah never mentioned you before. Are you Con’s brother?”
Duncan smiled. “That’s because I never met Sarah before. This whole thing is very confusing, and yes, I’m Connor’s brother.”
The conversation died down as the men each took a seat at the table. Katie supplied paper plates and beer before sitting down opposite Sam. She smiled at him across the table and chastised herself over wanting to learn more about Sam instead of staying focused on Sarah.
They’d been sitting around the table silently when Katie decided she deserved some answers. “So, which of you is going to tell me exactly what happened to Sarah and why she’s so fixated on someone she’s never met?”
Duncan shook his head. “I have no idea how she even remembers my name,” he said and proceeded to fill her in on everything that had happened since he first saw Sarah standing on the balcony at Blake’s Auction house.
Katie huffed her disbelief. “Head traumas can have strange consequences.”
Duncan agreed. “So how did Sarah meet my brother? I had no idea he was even seeing anyone.”
Katie grinned ruefully when she thought that Connor was probably having the same conversation with Sarah upstairs. “Well, he’s an antique dealer and she auctions off antiques. Mutual love of all things dusty and old, I guess. Plus, Sarah’s always had this thing for tall, lanky guys and... the accent, well… they just clicked,” she explained.
She remembered how excited Sarah had been when Connor had first asked her out. Katie had been skeptical until she’d met him and understood why Sarah had fallen so fast. Con was sweet, funny, and a bit mysterious; he definitely checked all of Sarah’s boxes
Dean snickered around a mouth full of pizza, “Yeah, Connor’s old, alright. But Sam here is taller.”
Sam dropped his pizza on his plate and glared at his brother. Katie watched the silent communication that passed between the brothers. Understanding dawned when she realized Sam must have come to pick up with Sarah and had no idea about Connor. Oh awkward. She’d really stuck her foot in it because Sam really was Sarah’s type, but he was just a year too late.
“Con’s not that much older than Sarah,” Katie insisted but saw Duncan and Dean exchange an amused look and knew she was still missing something.
Sam stood up, obviously uncomfortable with the conversation. Katie felt bad for him. He pointed over his shoulder. “Bathroom?”
“Down the hall, first door on your right.”
With a final glare at Dean, Sam stomped out of the room and she figured he was not coming back anytime soon.
“Was that really necessary? The two of you having a laugh at his expense?” she demanded of Duncan and Dean.
“What?” Dean snapped. “No, we weren’t…You just don’t understand.”
“Well then explain it to me. Why do you think it’s funny to tease him about Sarah? He clearly came all this way to see her. Meanwhile, you sit back and enjoy watching him get hurt?” She was angry. Sarah had said Dean was a bit lecherous, but she’d never indicated he was an ass.
Dean’s eyes grew dark. “You have no idea what you talking about, so why don’t you mind your own business, sweetheart.” Dean reached for another piece of pizza and focused all of his rage on devouring it.
Katie was thrown by the venom in his voice. She was about to retort when Duncan spoke. “We didn’t know about Connor. Believe me, this was a big cosmic coincidence,” he tried to reassure her.
The conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Connor and Sarah into the kitchen. Everyone stood. Connor looked beaten down and Sarah looked like she’d been crying.
Connor met Duncan’s eyes and shook his head. Duncan sighed and reached over to clasp him on the shoulder. Sarah took advantage of Duncan’s closeness to fold herself around him.
He reluctantly returned her embrace. At that moment, Sam returned to the group and Katie thought that there was enough awkwardness and anger in the room to power a small country.
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Duncan didn’t know what else to do but embrace Sarah. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him; waiting for him to reveal the solution to this troubling situation.
“Why don’t you remember me, Duncan?” Sarah begged. She reached up to stroke his face.
Uncomfortable with the gesture, Duncan grasped her wrist and held it. The bracelet made his grip awkward and she pulled her hand away but not before he’d gotten a glimpse of silver.
It can’t be! he thought. Duncan grabbed her hand. Pushing up the sleeve of her sweater, he demanded, “Where did you get this?”
She looked at him with such adoration and familiarity; it made a lump rise in his throat. “You gave it to me as token of our love when you promised to marry me.”
Connor spoke, “No Sarah, I gave…” Duncan shushed his brother.
He stroked the bracelet. Was it possible? He braced himself, and because it seemed appropriate, he spoke with his original Scottish brogue as he whispered, “Aye, Debra Campbell. I gave ye this bracelet.”
Duncan ignored the flurry of overlapping questions from the others in the kitchen and waited. Sarah eyes grew wide, as memory and understanding flooded through her. “Yes! That’s my name. I remember everything now. I am Debra Campbell and you are Duncan MacLeod. My one true love.”
She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him madly. Duncan couldn’t help himself as he responded to her passion.
Then Connor’s voice broke through. “Duncan, what the hell are you doing?”
Author:
strangevisitor7Beta:
clarksmuse & idontlikegravyPrompt: #38: Touch for
crossovers100 My claim is Highlander general series and my table is hereRated: PG
Fandom: HL and SPN; The rest of the Immortal!Dean can be found here. But this story can stand alone without reading the whole series.
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sarah Blake, Duncan MacLeod, Connor MacLeod, OFC - Katie
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. Except Katie she's mine and dedicated to
clarksmuseSummary: This one is all about Sam! Dean wants to get Sam married and settled into a normal life. But normal life isn’t something that comes easy for the Winchesters. Sarah's been hurt and now she's acting strangely
Chapter Summary: In which all will be revealed...maybe.
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8; Chapter 9; Chapter 10; Chapter 11
Katie walked halfway down the steps. “Connor,” she called out.
He came out of the living room and met her on the landing. “Has she remembered anything?”
Katie shook her head “Not yet, but I think you should talk to her. Remind her of what you mean to each other.”
Connor smiled ruefully. “Obviously not that much.”
Katie touched his arm. “Don’t do that. She’s just confused and frustrated. She doesn’t have any memory of me either and I’m her best friend,” Katie said, trying to reassure him.
He looked over his shoulder at the other three standing in the living room. Katie followed his gaze. “I’ll handle them. You’re the one Sarah needs to see.” And she pushed him up the steps.
Katie watched as Connor reached the top of the steps and disappeared into Sarah’s room. She was sure he would be able to get her memory going, just as she knew Sarah loved him. You don’t forget that feeling.
The door bell rang and startled her. Who could that be?. By the time she turned around, someone was already answering it. The man in the green flannel shirt and the military haircut had opened the door for a pizza delivery guy.
She walked down the remaining steps. The man turned and treated her to the most amazing smile. It actually made her toes curl. It was the kind of smile that no decent man gave to a stranger. Then it clicked, who he was. Sarah had talked about the brothers and shown her emails with pictures. “You must be Dean Winchester,” she guessed.
“Sarah’s mentioned me,” he said happily. He paid the pizza guy and shut the door but never took his eyes off of her. His gaze raked over her and she felt a little dirty. She was just glad there were a couple of pizzas between them because, if everything Sarah had told her was true, her virtue could be at stake just by standing too close to him.
“Yes, and she warned me about you,” she said.
He frowned. “What do you mean ‘warned you’?”
Katie smiled enigmatically and headed for the kitchen.
Dean hurried after her. Reaching the kitchen, he placed the boxes on the table and asked again. “What does that mean, Sarah warned you about me?”
“Seriously, Dean, every woman in the lower 48 has been warned about you,” the tall man with the shaggy hair quipped.
Katie laughed “You must be Sam. At 5’ 11”, it’s not often I have to look up at a guy. Your pictures don’t do you justice,” she continued and then cringed. Why had she said that? “I mean height wise.” She had to stop herself from gesticulating widely as if trying to throw the words away.
“Uh, thanks,” Sam said sheepishly. “Sarah mentioned she had a housemate. “English teacher right?”
Katie knew that Sarah had had a crush on the younger Winchester. But it had faded to friendship by the time Con had come along. She wondered how Sarah had given up on him. Katie had been intrigued by the pictures and stories Sarah had shared about the younger Winchester but she had never expected to actually meet him.
“Yeah. Ninth grade at the local high school, but I’m on summer break now. It’s frustrating but very rewarding when the little demons behave,” she admitted and could feel herself blushing when he let out a small laugh at her statement. That sounded lame. Why was he making her so nervous?
Trying to save what dignity she had left, she turned to look at the third man.
“Then you must be the mysterious Duncan MacLeod. Sarah never mentioned you before. Are you Con’s brother?”
Duncan smiled. “That’s because I never met Sarah before. This whole thing is very confusing, and yes, I’m Connor’s brother.”
The conversation died down as the men each took a seat at the table. Katie supplied paper plates and beer before sitting down opposite Sam. She smiled at him across the table and chastised herself over wanting to learn more about Sam instead of staying focused on Sarah.
They’d been sitting around the table silently when Katie decided she deserved some answers. “So, which of you is going to tell me exactly what happened to Sarah and why she’s so fixated on someone she’s never met?”
Duncan shook his head. “I have no idea how she even remembers my name,” he said and proceeded to fill her in on everything that had happened since he first saw Sarah standing on the balcony at Blake’s Auction house.
Katie huffed her disbelief. “Head traumas can have strange consequences.”
Duncan agreed. “So how did Sarah meet my brother? I had no idea he was even seeing anyone.”
Katie grinned ruefully when she thought that Connor was probably having the same conversation with Sarah upstairs. “Well, he’s an antique dealer and she auctions off antiques. Mutual love of all things dusty and old, I guess. Plus, Sarah’s always had this thing for tall, lanky guys and... the accent, well… they just clicked,” she explained.
She remembered how excited Sarah had been when Connor had first asked her out. Katie had been skeptical until she’d met him and understood why Sarah had fallen so fast. Con was sweet, funny, and a bit mysterious; he definitely checked all of Sarah’s boxes
Dean snickered around a mouth full of pizza, “Yeah, Connor’s old, alright. But Sam here is taller.”
Sam dropped his pizza on his plate and glared at his brother. Katie watched the silent communication that passed between the brothers. Understanding dawned when she realized Sam must have come to pick up with Sarah and had no idea about Connor. Oh awkward. She’d really stuck her foot in it because Sam really was Sarah’s type, but he was just a year too late.
“Con’s not that much older than Sarah,” Katie insisted but saw Duncan and Dean exchange an amused look and knew she was still missing something.
Sam stood up, obviously uncomfortable with the conversation. Katie felt bad for him. He pointed over his shoulder. “Bathroom?”
“Down the hall, first door on your right.”
With a final glare at Dean, Sam stomped out of the room and she figured he was not coming back anytime soon.
“Was that really necessary? The two of you having a laugh at his expense?” she demanded of Duncan and Dean.
“What?” Dean snapped. “No, we weren’t…You just don’t understand.”
“Well then explain it to me. Why do you think it’s funny to tease him about Sarah? He clearly came all this way to see her. Meanwhile, you sit back and enjoy watching him get hurt?” She was angry. Sarah had said Dean was a bit lecherous, but she’d never indicated he was an ass.
Dean’s eyes grew dark. “You have no idea what you talking about, so why don’t you mind your own business, sweetheart.” Dean reached for another piece of pizza and focused all of his rage on devouring it.
Katie was thrown by the venom in his voice. She was about to retort when Duncan spoke. “We didn’t know about Connor. Believe me, this was a big cosmic coincidence,” he tried to reassure her.
The conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Connor and Sarah into the kitchen. Everyone stood. Connor looked beaten down and Sarah looked like she’d been crying.
Connor met Duncan’s eyes and shook his head. Duncan sighed and reached over to clasp him on the shoulder. Sarah took advantage of Duncan’s closeness to fold herself around him.
He reluctantly returned her embrace. At that moment, Sam returned to the group and Katie thought that there was enough awkwardness and anger in the room to power a small country.
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Duncan didn’t know what else to do but embrace Sarah. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him; waiting for him to reveal the solution to this troubling situation.
“Why don’t you remember me, Duncan?” Sarah begged. She reached up to stroke his face.
Uncomfortable with the gesture, Duncan grasped her wrist and held it. The bracelet made his grip awkward and she pulled her hand away but not before he’d gotten a glimpse of silver.
It can’t be! he thought. Duncan grabbed her hand. Pushing up the sleeve of her sweater, he demanded, “Where did you get this?”
She looked at him with such adoration and familiarity; it made a lump rise in his throat. “You gave it to me as token of our love when you promised to marry me.”
Connor spoke, “No Sarah, I gave…” Duncan shushed his brother.
He stroked the bracelet. Was it possible? He braced himself, and because it seemed appropriate, he spoke with his original Scottish brogue as he whispered, “Aye, Debra Campbell. I gave ye this bracelet.”
Duncan ignored the flurry of overlapping questions from the others in the kitchen and waited. Sarah eyes grew wide, as memory and understanding flooded through her. “Yes! That’s my name. I remember everything now. I am Debra Campbell and you are Duncan MacLeod. My one true love.”
She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him madly. Duncan couldn’t help himself as he responded to her passion.
Then Connor’s voice broke through. “Duncan, what the hell are you doing?”