A Supernatural/Fearless crossover. Though I'm sure it would be more interesting to be able to look back on Gaia's past and look at her now, etcetera, you don't have to know Fearless to understand the story, and you definitely don't to appreciate Gaia. Takes place during Sam's time at Stanford, since I recently remembered that Gaia went there too. It's pre-Jess obviously.
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I Don't Ask Questions
Chapter 1:
Sam didn't really like to go out.
Sam liked to study. He liked to hang out on his own, maybe with a few friends, though he didn't really drink. He liked to read, soak up the world. He liked to go to the occasional museum, or movie, or something like that. Bars had always been more Dean's thing, ever since he'd been old enough to pass for 21. Sam would go out to blow off some steam every once in a while, just not often. But when Sam's roommate said that it was Friday night and he had to come out with them, he relented.
Though it then took another ten minutes to convince him to continue getting ready after Colin let the words, "Valentine's Day" slip through his clumsy mouth.
He'd had some fun. Now it was getting boring. Not to mention that Sam had an online exam the next day. There were four other guys at the table, and the conversation had turned to women and sex, which, even not counting the fact that he didn't have much experience in that department, kind of exasperated him.
Then Colin had to go open his big mouth.
"Okay, okay, Harvey, fine, you're right. Sam," he said, turning to him. "Pick a girl here and go talk to her."
Sam looked up. Obviously he'd missed the past few minutes of conversation because Colin seemed very intent on Sam talking to someone. And after living with the guy for the past six months, he was sure from the look on his face that Colin wasn't going to give up. So, with a sigh, Sam looked around the bar.
There was no shortage of cute girls. The thing was that most of them were with friends. He didn't want to have to deal with that. Girls tended to either gang up on a guy that approached, if it was a girls night out, or give each other looks that said, 'Oh isn't he cute!' in a slightly condescending way. He didn't want to pick someone that the guys wouldn't approve of though, because that would defeat the purpose. And he also didn't want to pick someone that wanted to get into an intense conversation about shoes. Or an intense conversation about anything. He had to get to bed at least before two or he'd be dead tomorrow and it was already one.
Sam's eyes rested on a girl sitting at a table, nursing a coke. His eyes narrowed curiously at the blonde. He'd always found blondes more attractive, as opposed to his brother, who wasn't as picky. This girl was pretty in that 'I don't care how I look, which is awesome because I'm naturally attractive' kind of way. He admired things like that about her. Like the fact that 99% of the girls in this place spent an hour picking out an outfit, jewelry, a hairstyle, and makeup to come slut it up down at the closest club. The closest thing that could ever come close to this girl's mind to all of that is whether lip gloss is too much for her black dress shirt, black pants, flat black shoes outfit for her best friend's funeral.
"Her," he said, just loud enough to be heard.
"Oh man, come on, you sure?" Colin started.
Sam didn't pay attention. He was already up and out of his seat, beer in hand, walking over to the girl by the time Colin was halfway through his sentence. "This seat taken?" he asked, hand resting on the chair.
The girl looked up to him, blinked once, and shrugged. "Free country," she replied, taking a sip of her soda.
Sam sat down, taking a sip of his drink as well. "I'm Sam," he said with a slight smile. "Sam Winchester."
She flinched at the name Sam, looking up and giving him a good once over, like she was expecting someone else, before her eyes drifted back to her soda. "Winchester. Like the rifle?"
"Yea. That one never gets old." He paused, but she didn't say anything. "And you are?"
The girl sighed and glanced to him. "Honestly? Not interested," she told him, leaning forward, slowly turning the glass in her hands as she stared at it.
Unconsciously, Sam let out a sigh of relief, visibly relaxing. "Thank God," he murmured.
The girl looked up to him, surprise, confusion, and a little anger in her expression. "I'm sorry?" she asked.
Sam smiled and let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "My friends wanted me to talk to a girl, probably with the hopes of getting me laid. I wasn't in the mood. It had nothing to do with you."
"Huh," she grunted. She took another drink of her coke. "Gaia."
Sam blinked. "What?"
"My name. It's Gaia. Gaia Moore."
Sam smiled again. "Gaia. Like the goddess?"
Gaia's eyes widened slightly. "I'm impressed," she said. "That's a step up from calling me gay-uh, that's for sure."
"Oh wow. You seriously get that?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yea. Happened more often than you'd think."
"That sucks. It's such a pretty name. Greek goddess of the Earth. Pretty big with Wiccans these days. I mean oaths sworn in Gaia's name were considered the most solemn—." Sam stopped, trying to stop a blush from rising up his neck as he realized that Gaia was staring at him intently. "I'm going to stop babbling."
Gaia smiled. Sam smiled in return, just automatically. She had a beautiful smile, and he realized that it was the first time she'd smiled since he'd sat down. "No, it's, ah…it's refreshing to talk to someone who probably wouldn't think that 500,000 is the same as five million."
Sam snorted. "Probably? Thanks."
"No problem," she replied, her smile growing dry as she took another drink of her soda. They were silent for a few seconds. "Hey, I got a question for you."
"Go ahead," he said.
Gaia looked up to him. "You play chess?"
Sam blinked. "Ah…yea. Haven't played in forever, but yea."
"You any good?"
"I was. Like I said, I haven't played. Why? You play?"
"Yea. And I'm in the mood for a game. Not a Pogo game, a real, live, pieces and a board in front of you game."
Sam shrugged. "Sure. Now?"
"Yea. I live over at Branner. I've got a board. Not marble or frosted glass, but it'll do."
"That works. I could definitely get out of here."
Gaia nodded. "Cool." She looked to the four guys that Sam had left behind who were talking to each other, tossing occasional glance to the two of them. "Tell you what. You go over there, tell them you're outta here with me, and ten bucks says at least one of your friends tells you that you shouldn't leave with me."
Sam narrowed his eyes. "Why d'you say that?"
"Hey, if I tell you, the odds tip," she said, leaning back in her chair with a wry smile.
Sam stared at her, slightly confused, slightly interested. "Alright." He stood up with her and she grabbed her jacket and walked toward the door as Sam went over to the guys, taking a five out of his pocket and putting it on the table to help with the check with a bang of his fist. "It's been fun. I'm leaving with her. We're going back to her place," Sam said with a pasted accomplishing grin.
"With her?" Colin asked, widening his eyes.
"Oh man, you don't want to do that," Bryon told him. "She's bad news."
Sam's grin almost slipped to a grimace. Damn. There goes my lunch money for the rest of the week. "Why the hell not?" he asked.
"That girl will chew you up and spit you out," Colin said firmly, punctuating his words with a finger to Sam's chest.
"She seemed nice," Sam said with a shrug. "Besides, you're the one who wanted me to talk to her. And seeing as five guys came here tonight, and one is leaving, and that one is me, you guys should work on catching up, eh?" With a final glare of defiance, ignoring the protests behind him, Sam turned and went outside, catching sight of Gaia waiting on the sidewalk. He sighed, taking out his wallet and removing a ten, handing it over to her.
With a triumphant smile, she took it from his hand, tucking it into her pocket. "Thank you," she quipped, turning and starting the walk back to her dorm.
"Should I even ask?" Sam asked, following her.
"How's that any fun?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "Eh, well. I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself."
"Good," Gaia replied.
"So who taught you chess?"
"My dad. We used to play all the time."
Sam looked to her. "Used to?"
Gaia's eyes glanced to Sam for a moment before she continued to look straight ahead. "Your dad teach you?"
Sam pursed his lips at the blatant change of subject. "Nah. Mostly played with friends and online. He wasn't that type."
Gaia grunted. "So…. Familiar with the details of Greek mythology. How's that work?"
"Kind of an interest of mine," Sam replied. "Myths. Legends."
"That so?" Gaia murmured. "That your major?"
"Nah. I'm pre-law."
"Oh. I'm criminology," she replied.
"Really? That's interesting. What do you hope to do with that?"
"Not really sure. Something useful."
"What do you enjoy aside from criminology?" Sam asked.
Gaia pursed her lips. "Not much that'll be conducive to a career. Chess. Climbing trees. I can eat a dozen Krispy Kremes in half an hour without puking."
Sam laughed. "Don't know how that could be useful unless you make your living in eating competitions," he replied. "But impressive nonetheless."
Gaia nodded. They walked in silence until they arrived at her dorm, going up the stairs to her room. Gaia closed and locked the door behind them, shucking off her jacket and tossing it onto her single, extra-long, college mattress.
"Single room. That's gotta be nice," Sam replied.
"Yea. That way I only have people I want in here," she told him.
"I'm flattered," Sam said. His eyes scanned the room. A few posters of bands, each unheard-of by Sam, stuck up with sticky tack. Bookshelves filled with books, and then her closet (hey, it was open) with two jackets and other stuff.
Desk was organized, which said something in itself. Her whole room was average. Not organized to the point of anal, but it was nice. What Sam drew from that was that Gaia valued control. Analyzing people, to whatever degree of accuracy, came in handy and kept Sam busy during long bus rides and endless lectures.
His eye caught on a sweat-shirt that hung on the inner doorknob to the room. Narrowing his eyes as Gaia walked around her tiny dorm, fixing things up, Sam went over and picked it up. "You lived in the City?" Sam asked.
Gaia looked to what he was looking at and half-smiled, putting the garbage she'd collected into the garbage can, and walked over. "Well, it is a 'I heart New York' sweatshirt."
"Uh huh. Except…well there is the slight difference between what you described and this sweatshirt."
"What's that?" Gaia asked.
"The heart has a big black X painted over it."
Gaia looked down to the sweatshirt and nodded. "That it does."
"Was the X painted by you?"
"Yes."
Sam nodded once. "Ah." He knew the end of a conversation when he'd arrived. He put the sweatshirt down, rubbing his hands together. "Where's the board?" he asked, tossing Gaia a grin.
"One sec." She went into the closet, taking out the board, and put it on the floor, opening it. All the original pieces. Plastic, but heavy enough not to float away. Gaia slowly separated the pieces into two piles, then was glad when Sam picked one brown and one white, then held them out to her.
Gaia tapped a large fist. He handed her white.
He knew how to set up the board the correct way. He knew that the white square went in the bottom right hand corner. He knew how to set up the pieces. They sat on the floor, legs folded in front of them, staring at the board.
Gaia moved e4.