Hello people! *runs from angry followers* Okay, so I know that I promised a different story to be out by mid July and it's now August, but this one wouldn't leave me alone! Originally, I had planned for this to be a sort of continuation of that story(a Doctor Who/Supernatural crossover dealing with the two Amy's), but this just worked so much better by itself. I hope you enjoy!
Amy awoke with a gasp. She looked around in confusion. She was in a bed, in the motel room she had gotten when she and Jacob ran. She remembered everything that had happened. She remembered her encounter with Sam and him leaving her alone after discovering about her son. She remembered running and finding Dean in her motel room. She remembered him stabbing her and falling down. She reached down and looked at her stomach. She couldn't hold in the small gasp that escaped her lips when she saw the large bloodstain on her stomach. She lifted her shirt up, but there wasn't even a mark.
"Am I in purgatory?" She wondered. Something didn't sit right with her. She wasn't human. She didn't have a soul that would go to heaven. She would go to Purgatory like every other monster out there, but when she imagined it, she always imagined something hell-like. An old motel room certainly wasn't that. She turned as the door opened.
"Mom?" A small voice asked.
"J- Jacob?" She stuttered.
She felt a grin work it's way over her face as he ran towards her with a large smile on his face. He jumped onto the bed and gave her a large hug. He buried his face in her hair and she felt a single tear run down her face.
"You're alright," he murmured.
"What happened?" Amy asked, confused. She had been positive that Dean had gotten her in the heart. As a Kitsune, she was able to heal more quickly and survive more than a human, but she shouldn't have been able to survive a direct stab to the heart.
Jacob hesitated before answering. "The man barely missed your heart. I thought that you were dead. I ran to you and realized that you were barely breathing. I called an ambulance- you always said that so long as we didn't show our claws or eyes, we seem the same as humans, right? Well, it worked and they saved you. I got lucky. The room they put you in was on the first floor. Once they said that your condition was stable enough to be moved, I knew that I had to work fast before they moved you to a higher floor. I... Umm... I dragged you out the window. This place is only two blocks from the hospital so I managed to make my way back. This was two days ago. I wasn't sure if you were going to wake up or not."
"And you did all this by yourself?" Amy asked. Her son was only eight after all. This seemed like way to big of an accomplishment for him to achieve, even with some of the emergency situation things she had taught him.
Again with the hesitation.
"Yes," he said said firmly.
Amy was still doubtful, but she was happy to be alive and have her son with her so she ignored it.
"Jacob! You're going to miss the bus if you don't hurry!" Amy called through their new house a few months later. Things had been going well for them. She had changed their names to Amy and Jacob Williams. Not as nice as Pond in her opinion, but they needed the anonymity. She got the license plate on her car changed (she wouldn't forget that again) and even managed to find a job at the local hospital working in the morgue. All in all, things were working out well.
Jacob had started school as a fourth grader. It was a higher grade then he should be in, but he was a smart kid so they decided to just say that he was ten already. She found it interesting that after her near death experience, he had started to throw himself into more things. He was always trying to learn as much as he could, eager to get his hands on any book he could find. He also started Karate, saying that if somebody threatened her again, he wanted to be ready. Amy had sat down and given a firm talking to that if he ever met another hunter, he should run as fast as he could in the other direction. However, she couldn't ignore his plea to at least learn how to defend himself if it should come to that. Jacob had also started spending as much time as he possibly could with her. In hindsight, it probably wasn't that odd. She had nearly been taken from him at such a young age now he felt the need to spend every moment with her. He had convinced her to get a good camera to document their time together.
Back to the present, Jacob ran down the stairs, jumping down the last couple. He swung the backpack laying by the door onto his back.
"Bye Mom!" He said cheerfully as he gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Remember, you have Karate after school today," she reminded him.
"I know!" He said brightly before running out the door to catch the bus.
Amy sighed in happiness as the door closed behind him. She really had ended up with the best son in the world.
She was jolted out of her thoughts by the doorbell ringing. She went to answer and opened the door to a man in a suit. He had a sneaky sort of look about him, but fancy at the same time. A business man.
"Can I help you?" She asked.
"I just came to see how you were doing," the man said in an English accent
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Amy asked. She was sure that she had never seen this man before.
"Oh, sorry. I'm Crowley. I helped your son on that dreadful night," the man introduced himself, offering his hand. Amy shook it gratefully before exclaiming.
"I knew he was hiding something from me! There was no way he was able to get me from the hospital back to the hotel room by himself! He must not have wanted to admit that he had gotten help from some random man. I don't know why you helped Jacob, but thank you."
Amy missed Crowley's raised eyebrow when she mentioned the hospital, but no other expressions made it onto his face except for slight amusement.
"Well, I had been in a couple situations myself where I could use a hand to get away from the officials," he said with a smirk.
Amy froze as a thought occurred to her.
"I'm not a hunter if that's what you're worried about," Crowley said, relieving her of her worries. "I know about the things in this world, but I don't care for getting my hands dirty."
"Well thank you again," Amy said sincerely. "Would you like to come in? I can make a good cup of tea or I have soda and stuff if that's more what you're into."
"A good cuppa wouldn't go unappreciated," Crowley said, nodding. She led him into the house and had him sit down on the sofa as she went to put the kettle on. The "art" of English tea making had been passed down through her family. When it was ready, she poured two cups and walked back to the living room. She handed a cup to Crowley who took a sip and hummed appreciatively.
"Now here's an American who can actually make tea. I might need to come over more often," he joked.
"My great great grandmother was Scottish and her husband was English. They made sure that my grandmother always remembered her roots, even if my mother didn't really follow them. I was named after her, my great great grandmother."
"The tea making skills were certainly preserved," Crowley said, saluting her with his cup. Idle chatter continued through the day. Crowley was especially interested to hear about her encounters with the Winchester brothers, who he had apparently met before. She didn't even realize how late it had gotten until she heard the door open.
"I'm home!" Jacob called.
"I'm in here, Sweetie!" Amy called. Jacob walked casually into the living room but froze when he saw Crowley.
"Hello, young man," Crowley said calmly, getting up from his spot.
"You didn't tell me that Mr. Crowley helped you," Amy reprimanded her son. "I wouldn't have been mad if you told me that you had help getting me out of the hospital."
Jacob relaxed marginally when she spoke but he wouldn't take his eyes off Crowley. "What are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to make sure that you and your mum were nice, safe, and alive," Crowley said.
"Well, we're fine," Jacob said stiffly.
"Jacob, what's the matter with you?" Amy asked, appalled that her son would treat a guest, especially one that had helped them so much in the manner that he was.
"It's alright," Crowley said. "I should be leaving anyway. I wouldn't want to spoil your time together."
Was it her imagination, or had Jacob gotten even tenser with that last sentence?
"Thank you for stopping by," Amy said warmly as she walked Crowley towards the door.
"Thank you for the tea," he said. "Maybe I'll see you around some time?"
"Maybe. Don't know how long we're staying here, but anytime you're around, feel free to stop by," Amy said with a smile.
"I might take you up on that," Crowley said with a smirk.
It was Jacob's fifteenth birthday when she saw Crowley again. They had moved to a new town and lied about Jacob's age again so he was beginning his senior year next fall. He had advanced so far academically that anything less than the senior year curriculum would bore him. Throw in a couple college classes on the side and you had one satisfied boy. Amy was a bit worried about her sons workload, especially at a young age, but he had insisted saying "Why wait when life is so short?". She agreed wholeheartedly.
This particular summer afternoon found the two of them at the park, having their own private celebration for Jacob. They were having a lovely time. She was so thankful that she never had to deal with the pouty teenage years, at least so far. Her son was not afraid to be seen with her in public. Although, to be honest, they were starting to look a bit like brother and sister. She didn't remember her own mother aging this well, but she wasn't complaining.
"Well what is this little love fest I've stumbled onto?" An accented voice asked behind them in amusement.
"Mr. Crowley!" Amy exclaimed, jumping up from the bench they were sitting on while Jacob remained sitting, glaring at his hands. "It's good to see you! How have you been?"
"Fair enough," Crowley shrugged.
"How did you find us?" Jacob asked. Amy wanted to reprimand him for his tone, but couldn't doubt the validity of his question.
Crowley chuckled. "When you work in the business I do, it makes it simple to track the people you invest in."
"What business is that? I never got to ask," Amy questioned.
"I deal with some... rarer items," Crowley said and Jacob snorted.
"I've heard of people who do things like that," Amy agreed, thinking of that Bella girl she had come across once.
"An interesting job, to be sure," Crowley said. "But I didn't come here to talk about work. I came here to wish you a happy birthday, Jacob."
Jacob looked up in surprise. "What? Why would you come here for that?"
Crowley shrugged. "I don't know. It's been nearly five years since we met. Imagine, in another five, it will be ten."
"I know how to do math, thank you," Jacob muttered.
"Yes, I've heard you're quite the child prodigy," Crowley said with a smirk. "Good on you."
"Life's to short," Jacob retorted.
"That it is," Crowley agreed. He pulled a book that looked to be a journal from the inside of his jacket and held it towards Jacob who took it hesitantly. "Happy birthday."
Amy tried to read the front, but to her confusion, it looked like it was in Chinese.
"I can't read Chinese," Jacob said in confusion.
"Then learn," Crowley said. "Believe me, you would love what's in that book."
"Thanks?" Jacob tried, but it was more of a question than anything else.
"Not a problem. I'll see you two sometime," Crowley said before walking off, whistling.
The year after Jacob graduated high school, he and Amy spent traveling the world. He was happy with the knowledge that he had a full ride to Harvard, where he would like to eventually get into their medical school, waiting for him when they got back.
Jacob adored college. He got into the Harvard Medical School, one of the best in the nation, at only seventeen. It was for reasons like this that Amy was completely astonished when Jacob decided to take the fall semester off after his first year in the medical program. Not only did he do that, but he decided to live at home as well and moved all of his stuff back to the small house she was renting outside of Boston. When she asked him about it, he just said that he wanted to spend more time with her and that's just what happened. Every other day, they were going to the park, or ice skating, or to the movies. The things he thought of were endless. Amy had been suspicious at first, but after a month or so of this sort of treatment, she fell into a routine that she thoroughly enjoyed.
That was, until his eighteenth birthday. The day had started off normally. They had gotten into the habit of going to the park every year after his fifteenth birthday. Most years, Crowley stopped by. On Jacob's sixteenth, Jacob was considerably more relaxed than on Crowley's previous visits, even thanking him profusely for the Chinese book that Crowley had given him the year before. The only time that Amy could see the previous tension that existed between the two was when Crowley would mention how long ago they had met.
This year, Crowley showed up as usual, but after spending his normal couple minutes with the family, he took Jacob aside.
"When are you going to tell her?" He asked.
"Why would I tell her?" Jacob asked. "I know it's coming. She doesn't need to be worrying as well."
So you think it's better for her to just discover on her own what you did?" Crowley asked incredulously.
"Why do you care?" Jacob asked angrily. "She's not your mother."
"No, but anyone who can make as good of a cup of tea as her demands some respect in my book. She deserves to know," Crowley said firmly.
Jacob gave him a weird look. "Are you saying that you, the mean, King of Hell, demon, actually considers my mother a friend."
"I enjoy her company," Crowley said shortly. "She's very... alive. But I'm afraid she won't like me much longer. You should tell her."
"Fine," Jacob huffed. "Are you going to be there?"
"And risk her ruining this suit with her claws?" Crowley asked with a small laugh. "I don't think so."
"Whatever. Just go," Jacob said, turning his back on Crowley.
"Tell her!" Crowley called after him.
Jacob stormed off, back to his mom.
"What's the matter?" Amy asked. "Where's Mr. Crowley?"
"He left," Jacob said then sighed. "Mom, there's something I need to tell you."
"What's happened," Amy asked, concerned.
"I need to tell you the truth."
"The truth about what?" Amy asked, completely confused.
"The truth about that night. The night I met Crowley. The night you died."
So? How was it?! This story will be updated every Sunday! I have four complete chapters done now with around 3000 words each so no worries on updates. Obviously, there will be a few mystery elements that will be revealed in later chapter, but I reckon that I'm pretty terrible at leaving hints so everybody can guess what the mysteries are. If not, wow, I'm good at my job! Feel free to guess:) Please Favorite/Follow/Review! If you want to leave a review but aren't sure what to say (yeah, it happens, I know) just tell me... Umm... Who's your favorite character on both Supernatural and Firefly? Gabriel is my favorite on Supernatural and River on Firefly:)