Title: Supernatural
Rating: T+
Pairing: All the usual, though I doubt it will be overtly obvious.
Summary: "My thumb searched desperately for the 'off' button on the remote in my hand before she could see, but I was a fraction of a second too late…"
Warnings: Perhaps some spoilers for the Supernatural TV Series' and perhaps some mild swearing.
Status of Fic: WIP
Author's Note: A rather un-eventful chapter this evening. But I'm really looking forwards to penning the one following this as the girls will be watching Asylum...a tricky subject for dear Alice :-S Thanks to Eris for your review last chapter. :-)
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Supernatural. Shame that really.
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Supernatural
Season 1 (Part 3)
Rosalie devoured the first six episodes of the season as if they were the sweetest tasting blood within the space of as many hours, borrowing my DVD's and turfing Emmett out of their shared room so that she could view in peace.
Not that Emmett griped for too long, he found a worthy distraction in me (Alice, like I mentioned before, having set off in search of Jasper to free him from his pseudo-prison sentence). He amused himself by tossing a few well practiced sexual innuendos my way, which he had obviously been saving and pondering for at least the past week before he got them right.
I refused to rise to the bait, however, merely shaking my head at his boyish grin and absorbing myself in the company of my daughter.
Eventually he got the hint.
"What's with everyone today?" he growled to no one in particular other than himself, settling down in front of his precious flat screen in the exact space that I had occupied not a full day before. "You're all weird. And no fun at all…and you're rubbing off on Rose.." He flicked restlessly from channel to channel, scouring the different programmes in the merest of seconds that it took for the pixels to form on the screen and take the shape of some soap opera or a cartoon or a reality TV show or a music video.
He settled finally upon a soccer match, even though he had always sneered at the sport and the way in which the players faked injury and tears for a free kick, and folded his arms, scowling at the tiny figures dashing around the green pitch with a sulk definitely formed upon his usually dimpled features.
I couldn't help but smirk at his reaction, but kept my opinions and comments to myself, (for fear of saying something incriminating, provoking discovery and therefore imminent ridicule regarding the superficial and selfish obsession that I seemed to have re-developed and drawn both of my 'sisters' into along with me) and merely returned my attention to Renesmee and the colourful masterpiece of scribble she was creating hunched over her paper on the floor, tongue protruding a mere fraction from her concentration pursed lips.
Edward watched all of this with barely concealed interest, privy to Emmett's thoughts and ponderings over our 'weird' behaviour. And then his eyes darkened with a perplexed frown.
I'd pre-empted him, knowing that he may well try and read the minds of Rose and Alice to discover the reasons for our night-time gatherings and I had coated both of their minds, protecting them from unwanted mental intrusion.
Though he had not noticed my absence that first evening when Alice had found me, he had heard tell from Jasper of her disappearance for several hours straight and had missed my presence the night before upon our second of such evenings. And now Emmett's testimonial, partially spoken and partially plucked from his sulking thoughts, had piqued his interest further, sending him searching for answers within the female minds around him.
The fact that they were blocked from him, giving him radio silence, only increased both his interest and his determination to discover what exactly was going on. And of something was going on, he was certain. I saw it in his eyes as they scorched into the side of my cool face as I commandeered one of Renesmee's discarded crayons, a lovely shade of turquoise, and began shading along with her.
As determined as he was to discover, so I was to conceal and while I had been warned never to bet against Alice, a lifetime ago, I wasn't going to bet against my own odds in this situation.
"Something wrong, Edward?" I queried lightly, raising my eyebrows as I studied the page and my daughters small, podgy hand moving in tandem with my own.
"Not at all, Love." he replied just as evenly, though I knew he was faking his calmness and it was my turn for amusement to curl the corners of my lips upwards. He was irritated and more than a little curious knowing that I had reason to shield Rosalie's and Alice's minds from him, but he would never show it outwardly. That would ruin the challenge of it so early on.
Perhaps Emmett was rubbing off on me. I was getting so competitive as my vampire days wore on.
"Yeah, there's something wrong!" Emmett interrupted with a snort, slicing through my thoughts and the silent war going on between my husband and I (Edward searched for some crack in my defences relentlessly and I only doubled the strength of my protection. His eyes narrowed and I grinned.)
Rosalie chose that moment to make her grand re-entrance, once she had finished re-watching 'Skin' of course, still grinning contentedly to herself (a grin that only came across a woman's face after witnessing a semi-naked Jensen Ackles) as she silently and gracefully descended from the first floor down.
Emmett was on his feet before she had reached the final stair.
"You're being sneaky!" he growled, jabbing a finger towards her and she tossed her golden hair, raising her chin at him, daring him to go further.
"Sneaky?" she raised a brow, folding her arms across her breasts and Emmett's eyes took her in with a distinct flicker of hesitancy in their amber depths.
"…Yeah…sneaky…"
The only times that I had ever witnessed the largest of my 'vampire-brothers' backing down quite so swiftly from a confrontation was when he was faced with Rosalie, though I did not blame him, I had always found her intimidating and then some, but there was something even more humorous in that current face off that had me laughing aloud before I'd even realised that it had been bubbling in my chest.
Four pairs of eyes turned to me inquisitively and Renesmee even reached her tiny palm up to touch my cheek, asking me with a flashing of images in my mind, what exactly it was that I found so amusing. But I merely shook my head, placing a kiss upon the top of her head and stroking her silky bronze ringlets carefully.
"Are you…?" Rose did not need to finish her query aloud for me to understand. She gestured to her own head before jerking a thumb over her shoulder at Edward and I nodded, grinning widely in an affirmative response. Her eyes flickered sideway suspiciously at my now glaring mate, not entirely certain that she was free from his eavesdropping. "Hookman," she tested, watching him closer from the corner of her eyes.
"That's next." I replied, not hiding my hilarity. "Then Bugs and Home. You'll like Home. It's a good one. Though Asylum is scariest."
"Code!" Emmett hollered, and Nessie clapped her hands over her ears, frowning up at her uncle for being so loud. "They're speaking in woman's code, Edward. Do something! Read Rose's mind!"
"You don't think I've tried that?" Edward countered with a growl himself.
And as Rosalie threw her head back and laughed and Emmett and Edward exchanged fractious glances, I knew that the game was suddenly on. They would not rest until they'd discovered our secret and we would not let them.
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A/N: Onwards to the last chapter regarding season 1, I think. Possibly it will be a little longer than the other's I've penned because of the subject matter and the Supernatural finale. Then the girls start season 2 and someone else joins the Supernatural fangirl ranks ^_^