(OUAT S1 E2 takes place in a single Day, SPN S7 Slash Fiction seems to take place over 4 to 5 days. As such, I plan on having Slash Fiction take place in the background, and then have one of the brothers, not sure who yet, help out Lyall. I need to refresh myself first)
Chapter 4: The Thing You Love Most Part Two
Lyall sat in his room, a heavy frown on his face. It seemed that was coming to be his default expression these days. 'Days,' He thought bitterly, 'More like these past years.' Bobby had just called him to let him know what the Leviathans were up to, and now both brothers were dealing with it. Worse, was that currently, nothing was working on the Levi Bobby had in his basement.
Not only that, but Emma had the good idea to talk to Henry's therapist. If that wasn't shady enough, the man had given Emma Henry's files. Lyall wasn't stupid, he knew about Doctor-Patient confidentiality. It was something that gave the Winchester's most trouble on hunts. Rubbing his forehead, Lyall sat up and checked the time. It was still early, and even now, more and more things were coming up.
The teacher Lyall met, Mary-Margaret was Snow White. At least, that was what Emma told him. It made Lyall feel conflicted, knowing he was so close to the Woman who was most likely his mother. Which meant that his Father-
Lyall cut of his train of thought. There was no use dwelling on things that could have been. If anything, he should be going out and helping Sam and Dean, not wasting time. But he wasn't wasting time, not really. Lyall was ready to pull out his phone when there was a knock at the door. Not his of course, but Emma's.
Lyall got up and opened his door just in time for Emma to do the same. Judging by the look on her face, she was not pleased to see the Sheriff-he really needed to remember this guy's name-standing there.
Emma gave a half smile, "Hey there," she said, albeit a bit awkwardly, "If you're worried about the 'Do Not Disturb' Signs, don't worry, I've left them alone."
The Sheriff sighed, "Actually I'm here about Doctor Archibald Hopper." He said. Emma put a hand on her hip and furrowed her eyebrows. Of course, Lyall realized, Of course this would come and bite her in the ass. "He mentioned you got into a bit of a row with him earlier?" He sounded like it was unthinkable.
Emma seemed to stifle a scoff as she placed her hands in her back pockets and gave him a disbelieving look. "No."
The Sheriff looked tired, but amused, "I was shocked too. Given your shy, delicate sensibilities."
Lyall snorted, drawing the attention of the two. "She ain't shy, but she isn't stupid. Emma has no reason to get into a fight with him. She told me that she just wanted to know where Henry's idea for the Fairy Tale thing came from."
Sheriff shrugged. "Well, he said Emma demanded to see Henry's files. And that you," Sheriff pointed at Lyall, "Threatened him bodily harm."
"You must be joking." Lyall said, shocked. "I've been here since I left Emma and Henry earlier. The kid had us walk him."
"Well, unless someone backs up your claim, I've gotta take you in." Sheriff said apologetically.
"Okay." Emma cut in, "This is ridiculous. Lyall didn't do anything. And I did see Dr. Hopper, but he gave me the files."
"Here." Lyall said, fishing out his phone, "I'll call up my friend, I was talking to 'im earlier."
Sheriff nodded, "Alright, but that will only get you out of it." He looked at Emma, "I'm sorry but if you have the files than I need to take you in."
While the Sheriff and Emma moved into her room to look around, Lyall dialed up Bobby. It was after the third ring that someone picked up. "Hello?" A gruff annoyed voice snapped.
"Bobby? Hey, it's Lyall."
"I know who this is, boy. What do you want?" The aged Hunter demanded.
The Sheriff approached then, an annoyed Emma trailing him. Lyall sighed, "Apparently, while I has having a nice conversation of you, I was also threatening bodily harm to some Doctor."
"What?!" Bobby exclaimed.
The Sheriff winced, and Emma smirked. "Yeah," Lyall snickered, "Mind clearing that up to him?"
"Give him the damn phone."
"I'll put you on speaker, Bobby." Lyall laughed.
Holding out the phone, Lyall swiftly tapped the button that would make Bobby's voice loud and clear. The Sheriff leaned forward hesitantly, like Bobby was gonna come out of the phone to eat him. "Er, hello? This is Sheriff Graham. Mr. Swan claims to have been in his room talking to you, is that correct?"
"Y'er damn right it is! Now you listen here, ya idjit." Bobby practically growled, "I got shit I need to do, and you arresting Lyall is screwing this up. I don' know what's goin' on, but I do know Lyall was talkin' to me for a good two hours. That was 'bout half an' hour ago. That clear shit up?"
Lyall snorted, "Oh wow, insult the Sheriff why don't you, that'll help." Lyall said sarcastically.
"I gotta' go. Chatty Cathy is becomin' an annoyance." Bobby grunted.
Lyall eyed the phone, "You need my help, old man?"
"Nah, I'm good." Bobby said, before sighing, "See ya' later, kid." He then hung up.
Lyall looked at Graham and Emma, the former embarrassed, while the latter was fighting back laughter. "That clear things up?" Lyall asked dryly.
"Er, yes. Thank you." Graham replied awkwardly.
"Well," Emma said with a tight smile, "You going to take me away now?"
"I am sorry." Graham said, reaching out a lightly grasping Emma's shoulder.
"I'll lock the door. And then, I am going to find an ATM to bail my sister." Lyall said with a tight grin. "Will that be a problem, Sheriff?"
"Well, I, er, need to post Bail first." He replied. Lyall wondered if the man was intimidated, because he really wasn't this awkward with Emma.
"You do that." Lyall said, sarcasm thick in his tone.
"Hey," Emma cut in, "Just grab the money. I'll go quietly."
"Thank you." Graham murmured.
"Go." Lyall snapped at him. He didn't feel guilty when Graham flinched, after all, his sister was being framed; that, or someone was lying.
Despite having looked around town earlier, Lyall found himself standing outside a sweet shop, lost. Apparently, the bank was difficult to find in a small town. Grumbling angrily to himself, Lyall pushed open the door to the sweet shop. It was surprisingly empty, except for the cashier.
He was around 5'9', with medium length-for a guy-hair the color of goldish-brown. 'geez,' Lyall thought, 'When did I become a poet exactly?' He was reading a book, a lollipop dangling from his mouth. "'Cuse me?" Lyall asked as he approached the man. "Do you know where the bank is around here?"
The man looked up, and both froze. "Ah, shit." The man- no, he wasn't a man-cursed.
"What the hell you doin' here?" Lyall growled, all pretense of politeness gone.
"Uh, being cursed?" He said, as though Lyall was an idiot.
"I would have thought Witch Curses were too weak for someone like you." Lyall said, tone agitated.
"Uh, full power maybe, but I got stuck here just as the curse washed over the Forest, and I was kinda half-dead at the time. So now I'm stuck!" He grinned, "What brings you here?"
"None of your business, Gabriel." Lyall snapped.
"Aww, come one now. Didn't you miss your favorite Archangel?" Gabriel teased.
Lyall sighed, "It says a lot about my life that a being who killed my friend a hundred time is someone I prefer over his brothers."
"My brothers are dicks-even if I love them." Gabriel said with a half shrug.
"Look," Lyall cut in, "We can catch up later, I need to bail my sister out and-'' Lyall's phone rang then, and he scowled to himself. "Hello?" he asked, placing the phone to his ear.
"Thought you were going to bail me out?" Emma snapped.
"I got lost, I was just asking this guy where the bank was when you called, Em." Lyall placated.
"Yeah well, I need to go now. I have something to do."
"Emma, wait!" Lyall quickly said, ignoring Gabriel's intrigued look. "You have to realize that the kid is just going to get hurt if you two continue this."
"She started it." Was all his sister said, before she hung up. Lyall cursed to himself.
"Look, we can talk later. I need to, go." Lyall said.
"Yeah, okay." Gabriel replied. He looked worried, which was new, but then again, dying does change a person-archangel-whatever he was.
Lyall sighed again, and quickly hurried outside.
Flashback:
If Lyall was being honest with himself, he would freely admit to being terrified at the moment. While Lyall knew that stealing would get him into trouble, he never thought he would be made by a Winchester. Yet, here he was, sitting in the backseat of a car, while John fucking Winchester was driving.
Lyall was screwed.
"Where is your family?" John asked, eyes focused on the road. "If they bit you, then they got no qualms about others I suspect."
"I-I don't know." Lyall stuttered.
"Look kid, it ain't no use protecting them. They're monsters." John replied.
"No, I-I mean, I-I ran away 'bout five years ago. I-I go' scared. I-I'm sorry, sir." Lyall rushed, watching as John gripped the steering wheel tightly.
"Where'd you run from, what town?" The Hunter demanded.
"Uh, I-I think it was in Massachusetts? I-I was born in Maine, and they adopted me, but then they moved. I-I don't know the town. Was somewhere near Boston, I think." Lyall said, curling up in his seat further. He was terrified.
"That's a long way from South Dakota." Dean, the one next to him, noted.
"I wanted away, so I go' away. I hitch-hiked on the back of cars when people didn' notice." Lyall explained.
"You got any other family?" John asked.
"A-A sister, I think. That's what the Nuns told me. But she was adopted before me, when she was young. I got transferred two years later. I think. I was only two." Lyall answered.
John said nothing in response, eyes unblinking as he watched the highway.
End Flashback:
Lyall paced outside the door to his room, nervously rubbing his hands. "Again," Granny said, voice full of regret, "If I had the choice I would let you stay, I swear."
"No," Lyall replied, waving her off, "It isn't your fault. Really. It's a stupid rule." Lyall rolled his eyes, "People in association to felons."
"I didn't even know we had that rule until-''
"Until Madame Mayor called to remind you." Lyall finished.
Granny nodded weakly, cringing when Emma came bustling down the hall. She had just made it to her room when Granny spoke. "Ms. Swan!" She called out, making Emma pause. "Oh, my, this is terribly awkward." Granny took a nervous breath, "I need to ask you to leave."
Emma's eyes widened in shock, and she gave Granny an incredulous look.
"I-I'm afraid we have a," She paused, "a No-Felons rule." She floundered a moment, "It-It turns out it's a city ordinance. And no accomplices either, though I don't see how that applies to you." She waved her hand at Lyall, who sighed in aggravation.
"Let me guess-the mayor's office just called to remind you?" Emma asked, lips turned up in an irritated smirk.
Granny looked down, as though she were ashamed, before looking back up at Emma, "You can gather your things, but I'm going to need your room key back."
Emma shook her head slightly, before holding up her hand. The key dangled from her fingers, and Lyall just realized that there was a swan on it.
'Swan,' Lyall thought without mirth, 'How ironic.'
Emma and Lyall walked down the street, Emma angrily tugging on her outer shirt. When she was finished, Lyall held out her jacket, which she hurriedly put on. At that moment, a cell phone rang. It was Emma's, and she quickly put it to her ear. At that moment, Lyall spotted their cars, and he felt a surge of rage. They had booted them.
Emma had also spotted it, and together they made their way over to the cars. From this angle, Lyall was able to here Regina speak.
"-But am I right in guessing your resolve to stay is only growing?"
"You have no idea." Emma said, anger in her voice.
"Well then," Regina replied pleasantly into the phone, "I think it's time we made peace."
Lyall snarled, making Emma send him an alarmed look.
"Why don't your drive over to my office." Regina continued. At her comment, Lyall kicked the boot on his tire. The shock went through his system, but he ignored it. "Or walk-whatever suits you. And bring your brother, if you'd like."
Lyall cast a glance at the clock: 4:30 p.m.
Emma scowled, and hung up, her face morphing into an almost exact replica of Sam's bitch-face number 12: Done with this bitch's shit.
The similarity almost made Lyall laugh. Almost. Because his face morphed into the exact look on Emma's. It seemed they were both done with Regina. Together they both walked down the street to Mayor's office.
In Regina's office, both Emma and Lyall glared daggers at Regina. The women walked around to a chair, face perfectly placed into an apologetic mask. Lyall, who had seen enough fakes in his life, almost called her out on it. "I'd like to start by apologizing, Mr. and Ms. Swan."
Emma, who was crouched on the sofa, raised an eyebrow. "What?" she asked flatly.
Lyall knew that whatever was going to come from Regina's mouth would be bullshit. But he was momentarily distracted by the familiar scent of his nephew getting closer. Placed by the door, he could glance out it and easily make out the confused form of Henry. "I just have to accept that you want to be here…"
"That's right I do." Emma interrupted.
"And that you're here to take my son from me." Regina finished.
Lyall rolled his eyes in Henry's direction, causing the young man to give a hesitant smile.
"Okay." Emma quickly said, voice irritated, "Let's be clear. I have no intention of taking him from anyone."
Regina looked at Emma in honest confusion, "Well, then, what are you doing here?"
Lyall smirked at Henry, and mouthed out Curse to the boy. Henry gave him a bright smile, eyes lit up like Christmas had come early.
"I know I'm not a mother-I think that's pretty self-evident-but I did have him, and I can't help it. He got in my head and I want to make sure he's okay." Emma quickly replied.
Lyall watched as Henry's face fell and cursed his sister. He knew lying to Henry about her interest in the curse would come to bite Emma in the ass, but he had hoped it wouldn't be this fast.
Emma sighed, "The more you try to push me out, the more I want to be here, especially after seeing how troubled he is."
Lyall's eyes widened in shock, and he watched as Henry visibly flinched. He snapped his head to stare at his sister, and all but snarled. "Emma!" He snapped.
"What?" Emma asked, as though she didn't know what was wrong.
"Henry isn't troubled, if anything he seems put together more than anyone in this town!" Lyall barked at her.
"He thinks everyone in this town is a Fairy Tale character, he is in therapy, Lyall, it's crazy." Emma quickly told him.
Lyall felt his whole being freeze. His soul squeezed, he could feel it at his core. Grinding his teeth and clenching his jaw, Lyall glared venomously at his sister. "Out of all the shit I have seen, I never saw a Mother insist that her son, even if she never raised him, was crazy. That," Lyall shook his head, "That is sick." He took a step to the door, and then moved his glare to Regina. "And you," he all but growled, "You are a cold-hearted bitch. I would have thought you had no soul if it wasn't your anger that tipped me off that you have some emotion." Disgusted, Lyall yanked open the door, revealing a tearful Henry.
The boy trembled, staring at Emma with heart-broken eyes, "You think I'm crazy?"
"Henry." Emma breathed. She quickly stood, moving to her son.
"Don't." Lyall said coldly. He looked at Regina, who had a smug look on her face. "Emma may have had a closed adoption, but that doesn't apply to me. Which means if I wanted to take him out for an hour, I can." Regina straightened up, eyes wide. "But only is he's okay with it." Lyall looked at Henry, who took one look at him before reaching out and snagging his sleeve.
Lyall nodded, and quickly enveloped Henry's hand in his own. "Come on, I know a guy." He said quietly.
Together the two all but ran from the house. Lyall still felt sick. He had been called crazy once, and it was only later that people believed him, or rather, they knew he wasn't. The old scar burned on his shoulder, as though he had just received it. Lyall ignored it, and swept down to pick up Henry in his arms.
Henry, the poor boy, was practically sobbing. There were no tears, but his shoulders shook, and his breath came out in great heaving gasps. Lyall followed the sent of ozone and honey, with a twinge of Candy to Gabriel's home.
He could deal with his own pain later.
Flashback:
It had been a few days since the Winchesters had found Lyall. He was curled up in Bobby Singer's spare room, on a bed that by far the comfiest thing he had slept on in his life. Lyall was sleeping, breaths coming in low, deep puffs.
Bobby sighed from the doorway, and then turned to go downstairs. John and his boys were sprawled around the living room, with Sam taking up the couch, and Dean the chair. John leaned against the wall, eyes trained on the door.
Bobby moved quietly towards John. "I'm surprised you brought 'im here." Bobby said, voice low as to not wake up the boys.
John pursed his lips, "He's just a kid, Bobby."
"He's a skinwalker." Bobby corrected.
John shrugged, before he abruptly tensed, eyes narrowing at someone behind Bobby. Turning around, they found the boy, Lyall, watching then with a sleepy expression. Despite that, there was no mistaking the absolute terror behind his blue eyes.
"You don't believe me, do you?" Lyall asked, eyes wide. "Y'all think I'm crazy, don' you?"
"Kid," Bobby sighed, "It's just 'ard to believe that y'er not gonna' end up killin' someone."
"Bobby." John cut in, "If he was killin' people we would have noticed the bodies dropping."
Bobby eyed the boy. He was thin and pale, but his arms and legs consisted wiry muscle. Lyall was covered in dirt and grime, and he had no shoes. Bobby eyed him. "How long you been on the streets, kid?"
"Since I was seven, sir." Lyall replied, voice low.
"When did you leave your family, Lyall?" John asked, standing up swiftly and silently.
"When I was six, sir." Lyall answered.
"So where were you between then?" Bobby questioned.
Lyall flinched, "They-They put me in a m-ment-mental hospital. Thought I was crazy, 'cause I told 'em tha' my Old Man turned into a dog and bit me." He looked up at the two Hunters. "But you don' think I'm crazy. 'Cause y'er Hunters, righ'?"
Bobby looked at him for a long minute, before huffing in amusement. "Y'er accent gets thicker when y'er nervous, you know that?"
Lyall flushed, but couldn't help the small, shy smile that grew across his lips. The warm feeling in his chest was unfamiliar, but despite this, he knew what it was. A sense of belonging.
Flashback End:
Lyall watched Dr. Hopper warily. When he had appeared on Gabriel's doorstep, he knew that the shrink would need to talk to Henry, but not because the kid was crazy. He and Gabriel had spoken about it, when Henry had fallen into a troubled sleep. It 7:30, and Lyall had texted Ruby-Gabriel insured Lyall had the right number-about what had happened and asked if they could meet later tonight. She agreed, though Lyall knew she was upset. After explaining the situation to the Fallen Archangel-was he even fallen?-Lyall had taken Henry to Dr. Hopper in hopes that the kid would speak to him. It wasn't working.
Dr. Hopper sighed at Henry's silence, and then looked at the boy again. "You sure you don't want to talk about it?" He asked.
Henry didn't respond, absent-mindedly rubbing Dr. Hopper's umbrella. The kid was glued to Lyall's side, which was why he was even listening to this session. Hopper's office was cozy, but then again that was to be expected.
Dr. Hopper gave a half-smile, "You know, that umbrella, it's uh, kinda my good luck charm." He said, trying to get Henry to speak. When there was no response, Dr. Hopper sighed again. He looked at the umbrella, then asked, "Is that why you think I'm Jiminy Cricket?"
Henry shrugged again, "I don't think you're anyone." Henry's voice was filled with grief, and Lyall felt another surge of rage.
At that moment the door opened, and Emma's familiar scent wafted through Lyall's nose. Instinctively, Lyall wrapped his arm around Henry, and glared at his sister. Dr. Hopper quickly stood, "Ms. Swan, look I can explain. The Mayor forced me-''
Emma swiftly cut off the shrink with a short, "I know." She sighed, "Don't worry about it, I get it." Emma then quickly moved towards Henry and Lyall. Henry twisted around, and buried his head in Lyall's coat. "Henry," Emma called, "I'm sorry."
"I don't wanna talk to you." Henry muttered into Lyall's jacket.
Lyall turned rage filled eyes on his sister, "You heard him, he doesn't want to talk to you."
"Ms. Swan, if she knew you were here, she would be very upset. It's bad enough that Lyall refused to leave when she called." Dr. Hopper butted in, his voice was surprisingly stern. Lyall felt a quick flash of respect for the man, before it was drowned by his boiling rage.
"To hell with her." Emma snapped. Emma sat down in the chair Dr. Hopper had vacated and held out the papers Henry had given them. It was her copy of course. Lyall's was in his trunk, securely locked in a small case. "Henry, there is one simple reason I stayed here-you. I wanted to get to know you."
Lyall knew instantly what she was doing, and the anger he was trying to push down roared to life. It was something the Doctors did to him. Appealed to his 'imagination', and then tried to smother it. He glared at Emma, "You implied that Henry was crazy, and you think a 'sorry' is going to make up for it?" Lyall demanded.
"No, I think the curse is crazy. And it is." Emma sighed, frustration leaking into her tone. "But, that doesn't mean that it isn't true." She looked at Lyall, eyes frustrated and pleading.
Lyall didn't give into that look. For years, he had dreamt of his time in the Hospital. He knew the signs of an adult playing along, and while his sister was doing it to keep Henry happy, Lyall was not going to play along to Emma's game.
Henry shifted in Lyall's arms to peer at Emma, and Lyall, for the first time, felt the tendrils of hate snag in his soul.
Emma gave Henry a hopeful smile, "It is a lot to ask anyone to believe in, but there are a lot of crazy things in this world. So what do I know? Maybe it is true."
Henry scowled, "But you told my mom-''
"What she needed to hear." Emma interrupted. "What I do know, is that if the curse is real, the only way to break it is by tricking the Evil Queen," Henry looked over at Emma, eyes wide. Emma smiled wider, "Into thinking that we are nonbelievers. 'Cause that way, she's not on to us." She glanced at Dr. Hopper, "Isn't that what Operation Cobra was all about?" Henry started smile, and Lyall watched with a sinking heart as Emma continued, inspired by Henry's slow growing hope, "Throwing her off the trail?"
Henry pried himself from Lyall's side, and small grin playing his lips. "Brilliant." He said, eyes bright with joy. Lyall forced himself not to scream. This beautiful kid, with a pure glowing soul, and his mother was lying to his face about her beliefs.
Emma shook the pages in her hands, "I read the pages, and, Henry, you're right-they are dangerous." Emma made to stand up, "There is only one way to make sure that she never sees these." Emma walked to the fireplace, and swiftly tossed in the pages. They burned slowly, all evidence of their existence disappearing except the copies in Lyall's trunk. She turned to Henry, a breathless smile on her face. "Now we have the advantage."
Henry lunged off the couch, and quickly gripped her in a hug. Lyall never moved, eyes dark as he stared at Emma. "I knew you were here to help me." Henry muttered.
Guilt filled Emma's features, and Lyall felt a slow satisfaction burn in him. Emma rubbed Henry's head, "That's right kid. I am." She pulled away, throwing a glance at Lyall. "And nothing, not even a curse, is gonna stop that."
Lyall made his way down to Granny's, eyes dark. Henry had been dropped off not that long ago, but Lyall couldn't care at that moment. He was so pissed. The fact that his sister would lie and entertain Henry's theory sickened him. Lyall knew Henry's theory was true, but Emma didn't believe it, didn't want to believe it. But Emma gave Henry hope, false hope, and when the kid found out she didn't believe, that she did think he was a little bit crazy, it would break him.
At that moment, Emma came into his view. 'Speak and thou shalt appear.' Lyall thought sourly. "What?" He growled shortly at her.
"Look, I don't know why you're pissed at me." Emma started.
"I'm pissed because you think he's crazy, but you lied to him anyway. You've given him hope, and when he finds out you lied it'll make his world come crashing down." Lyall retorted. Now that he was starting he wasn't going to stop. "This isn't some botched attempted to flee from his life, Emma. He was troubled, sure. But until he got that book, and saw the similarities, he wasn't angry, he didn't run away. I spoke to Dr. Hopper. This isn't what you think it is."
"Then what is it? You can't seriously believe that this is real, Lyall!" Emma hissed.
Lyall glared down at his sister. "You know what I think? I think it's strange that giving a girl a nickname sends her into a state that completely blocks out the outside world. I think it's strange that the people of this town can't remember their past clearly. I think it's strange that the clock only starts to work after you rent a room. I think it's strange you crashed into the town sign while perfectly sober because a Wolf appeared randomly." Lyall started walking forward, bumping harshly into Emma's shoulder as he did.
She reached out a grabbed his arm, "Lyall come on."
Lyall ripped his arm from her grasp. "I can recognize the signs, Emma. It's happened to me before." He glared at Emma. "I've been in a mental hospital, despite the physical proof of my story, which means that this," He motioned to Emma's shocked form, "this is familiar. So, take heed of these words. Family doesn't end in blood, but it doesn't start there either."
Emma flinched.
"You're my sister, but somethings are going to far, and if you hit that point, Emma, I cannot promise that I'll forgive you." Lyall shook his head and continued to the Diner.
He had a date.
|That became more angsty then I wanted. I rewatch this episode, and was like "Damnit Emma don't lie!" And Winchester's lie a lot, So I figured Lyall would be very triggered. Anyway, the next episode takes place over a period of almost two to three days. Which means by chapter...6 to 7 either Sam or Dean will pop into the story. Throw me some ideas on scenes you want please. And ideas. I'm thinking of bringing in Hook sooner, like he actually was caught in the curse. I might also figure out a way, that after the curse breaks, Lyall and Ruby leave to hunt with the Winchesters. I'm still not sure. Lyall being in an asylum was also kinda spur of the moment. Let me know what y'all think! Constructive criticism helps!|