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avandell2008-12-30 03:50 pm
theladyscribe) wrote in avandell2008-12-30 03:50 pm
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Any deeper blue and you're playing in your grave
Title: Any deeper blue and you're playing in your grave
Characters: Susan Pevensie, others (implied Peter/Susan)
Rating/Warning: PG-13 for disturbing images, mention of abuse
Word Count: 942
Summary: She only has one term of school left, and she moves away after that. Into the city at first, but even that place holds too many memories. She takes what is left of her family's fortune and goes to America.
Notes: Narnia/Supernatural crossover. A different take on what happened to Susan after the events of The Last Battle. Part of the Bruce Springsteen Fic Project (song is "New York City Serenade").
Any deeper blue and you're playing in your grave
The night after the train wreck, Susan dreams about Narnia for the last time. Her brothers and sister are there, looking older, like they did before they left Narnia that first time. Peter is the High King again, the rampant lion emblazoned on his tunic. He stands next to Aslan as they greet the people.
"And what of Queen Susan the Fair?" asks one man.
Aslan curls his lip, and Peter's countenance becomes stern. "She is no longer a friend of Narnia," he intones, voice hard.
Susan wakes with tears in her eyes.
*
School ends for the term, and that summer Susan stays with her Uncle Harold and Aunt Alberta. Their house smells like wet wool and mouldy cheese, but they leave her alone mostly. She only has one term of school left, and she moves away after that. Into the city at first, but even London holds too many memories. She takes what is left of her family's fortune and buys a one-way ticket to America.
*
She didn't know then what she knows now. The demon lied to her. It killed not only her parents, but her siblings, too. It wasn't supposed to do that. Peter and Lucy and Edmund – they were supposed to stay with her.
*
In America, no one knows her. She dyes her hair a lighter shade of brown, takes careful time to look the part of a rich Londoner on permanent holiday, even takes on an aristocrat's accent. She changes her name, calls herself Bela, beautiful, though without Peter whispering it in her ear, she no longer thinks it's true.
In America, she can start over, pretend she never had a brother who whispered things in her ear. She can pretend none of this ever happened. She can forget the look on her father's face when he shut the door that first time, when he told her that Aslan wasn't real. When no one came to save her.
*
She knows now that the demon that came to her, that offered to make the pain go away, was Lilith. Lilith, whose daughter was Jadis, the White Witch. Lilith, who was bent on avenging her daughter's death.
*
Bela spends the next seven years making a name for herself as a procurer of rare and occult items. Her customers trust her, but they shouldn't. If she ever finds the thing that she's looking for, the object that will not only destroy Lilith but allow her back into Narnia, they will never hear from her again.
She dismisses the small voice that sounds too much like her brother that says it doesn't matter what she does; she'll never be able to go back to Narnia.
She ignores the one that sounds like the rumble of a lion's roar that says she's a disappointment to Narnia.
*
When the hounds come for her, she can't find it in herself to care any longer. She has failed Peter, failed Narnia, failed Aslan. And what's worse is that it's the first which hurts the most. The dogs scratch at the door, howling for her, and calmly, she takes down the Devil's Shoestring. She closes her eyes and opens the door and waits.
*
Hell is consciousness and pain and fear. Alastair comes every day, looking the way her father did, a sick smile on his face.
"There is no High King here," he says with a laugh as he brushes a hand along her face.
Susan wants to cry, but her eyes are dry.
Alastair cuts her deeply, pain like nothing she's ever felt before. He offers to take her down off the rack, to take it all away, if only she will denounce the High King and take up her weapons to cut and slice the others who scream. And every time, she refuses, even as his knife twists further into her.
*
She knows when Dean Winchester arrives. Everyone does. There's a ripple of fury and pleasure that runs through the masses of demons. Alastair stops paying special attention to her, focusing instead on Dean. She hates herself for being relieved.
*
It's been a thousand years, but she still holds on. Alastair has returned to give her particular attention again. It breaks her heart when he brings Dean with him that first time; she'd thought, hoped, that he of all people could withstand the torture. He doesn't recognize her, or at least she hopes he doesn't, for both their sakes.
He is the worst of her torturers.
"Come down off the rack," he whispers in her ear, "and it will all be over." His hand brushes through her long dark hair, and if not for the pain, she could pretend she's back in Narnia, lying beside her brother in the grass fields outside Cair Paravel.
She's about to whisper yes when the light blinds her. Time, such as it is, stops, the entirety of Hell silent for the span of a moment, of a century, as the light makes its way to her.
At first she thinks that it's Aslan come at last to rescue her, but it isn't. The light brushes against her, and she can hear Peter's voice calling, singing, joyously, "Further up and further in!" but it passes by. The light wraps itself around Dean, who screams, though whether in pain or in bliss, she cannot tell.
The light begins to fade, and with it, her brother's voice becomes nothing but a shadow.
Alastair returns to his post at her side, slicing deeply into her. "Say yes," he tells her, "and this will all go away."
Susan bites her tongue and holds on just a little longer.
*
Feedback is treasured.
Characters: Susan Pevensie, others (implied Peter/Susan)
Rating/Warning: PG-13 for disturbing images, mention of abuse
Word Count: 942
Summary: She only has one term of school left, and she moves away after that. Into the city at first, but even that place holds too many memories. She takes what is left of her family's fortune and goes to America.
Notes: Narnia/Supernatural crossover. A different take on what happened to Susan after the events of The Last Battle. Part of the Bruce Springsteen Fic Project (song is "New York City Serenade").
Any deeper blue and you're playing in your grave
The night after the train wreck, Susan dreams about Narnia for the last time. Her brothers and sister are there, looking older, like they did before they left Narnia that first time. Peter is the High King again, the rampant lion emblazoned on his tunic. He stands next to Aslan as they greet the people.
"And what of Queen Susan the Fair?" asks one man.
Aslan curls his lip, and Peter's countenance becomes stern. "She is no longer a friend of Narnia," he intones, voice hard.
Susan wakes with tears in her eyes.
*
School ends for the term, and that summer Susan stays with her Uncle Harold and Aunt Alberta. Their house smells like wet wool and mouldy cheese, but they leave her alone mostly. She only has one term of school left, and she moves away after that. Into the city at first, but even London holds too many memories. She takes what is left of her family's fortune and buys a one-way ticket to America.
*
She didn't know then what she knows now. The demon lied to her. It killed not only her parents, but her siblings, too. It wasn't supposed to do that. Peter and Lucy and Edmund – they were supposed to stay with her.
*
In America, no one knows her. She dyes her hair a lighter shade of brown, takes careful time to look the part of a rich Londoner on permanent holiday, even takes on an aristocrat's accent. She changes her name, calls herself Bela, beautiful, though without Peter whispering it in her ear, she no longer thinks it's true.
In America, she can start over, pretend she never had a brother who whispered things in her ear. She can pretend none of this ever happened. She can forget the look on her father's face when he shut the door that first time, when he told her that Aslan wasn't real. When no one came to save her.
*
She knows now that the demon that came to her, that offered to make the pain go away, was Lilith. Lilith, whose daughter was Jadis, the White Witch. Lilith, who was bent on avenging her daughter's death.
*
Bela spends the next seven years making a name for herself as a procurer of rare and occult items. Her customers trust her, but they shouldn't. If she ever finds the thing that she's looking for, the object that will not only destroy Lilith but allow her back into Narnia, they will never hear from her again.
She dismisses the small voice that sounds too much like her brother that says it doesn't matter what she does; she'll never be able to go back to Narnia.
She ignores the one that sounds like the rumble of a lion's roar that says she's a disappointment to Narnia.
*
When the hounds come for her, she can't find it in herself to care any longer. She has failed Peter, failed Narnia, failed Aslan. And what's worse is that it's the first which hurts the most. The dogs scratch at the door, howling for her, and calmly, she takes down the Devil's Shoestring. She closes her eyes and opens the door and waits.
*
Hell is consciousness and pain and fear. Alastair comes every day, looking the way her father did, a sick smile on his face.
"There is no High King here," he says with a laugh as he brushes a hand along her face.
Susan wants to cry, but her eyes are dry.
Alastair cuts her deeply, pain like nothing she's ever felt before. He offers to take her down off the rack, to take it all away, if only she will denounce the High King and take up her weapons to cut and slice the others who scream. And every time, she refuses, even as his knife twists further into her.
*
She knows when Dean Winchester arrives. Everyone does. There's a ripple of fury and pleasure that runs through the masses of demons. Alastair stops paying special attention to her, focusing instead on Dean. She hates herself for being relieved.
*
It's been a thousand years, but she still holds on. Alastair has returned to give her particular attention again. It breaks her heart when he brings Dean with him that first time; she'd thought, hoped, that he of all people could withstand the torture. He doesn't recognize her, or at least she hopes he doesn't, for both their sakes.
He is the worst of her torturers.
"Come down off the rack," he whispers in her ear, "and it will all be over." His hand brushes through her long dark hair, and if not for the pain, she could pretend she's back in Narnia, lying beside her brother in the grass fields outside Cair Paravel.
She's about to whisper yes when the light blinds her. Time, such as it is, stops, the entirety of Hell silent for the span of a moment, of a century, as the light makes its way to her.
At first she thinks that it's Aslan come at last to rescue her, but it isn't. The light brushes against her, and she can hear Peter's voice calling, singing, joyously, "Further up and further in!" but it passes by. The light wraps itself around Dean, who screams, though whether in pain or in bliss, she cannot tell.
The light begins to fade, and with it, her brother's voice becomes nothing but a shadow.
Alastair returns to his post at her side, slicing deeply into her. "Say yes," he tells her, "and this will all go away."
Susan bites her tongue and holds on just a little longer.
*
Feedback is treasured.
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I'd really love it if Bela were to show back up and get some salvation. Don't think it will happen, but I can always pretend.
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So excellent.
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But thank you! That's the best sort of compliment! :)
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Ah, the times. How they have changed.
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Hahaha.
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-bows to you-
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When I write crossovers, I always do my best to make sure the fandoms can fit together. This one, I'm glad to say, came easily to me once I started writing it.
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I love these two fandoms and you just made me love them even more. Thank you for this. Now I want narnia/spn fic. Omg.. you got me addicted. Where can I find more? lol.. THanks once again.
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I don't know if there is any more SPN/Narnia fic. I'm not sure I've seen any. Sorry.
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Susan as Bela... works. How did you make it work so well?
Wow.
Also, how sad! Can't there be a happy ending?
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As for the ending... I tried to make it a little bit happy, because even after all this time, she's still resisting Alastair. Not an easy task by any stretch of the imagination.
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I loved the way you wove the two fandoms in together - it worked really well.
A great read, thanks.
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I feel like Dean made a huge impression on Bela - after all, he was the last person to speak to her before she died, and he said that they would have helped her if she'd given them the chance. So what he offers her is far more tempting than what Alastair offers, because Dean is essentially good.
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And you're most certainly welcome! I'm glad you liked it - and I'm also super-happy with how the story finally turned out after all our turmoil back in August/September, lol.
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SPN Roundtable Rec
http://community.livejournal.com/spnroundtable/122377.html
I just wanted to say somewhere I could be spoilery, that Bela? /blinks/ Wow, I didn't see that coming and you really made it work. Then the part about Dean coming to work on her in Hell was brill. That she witnesses his rescue and is left behind is so harsh yet so believable. A somber and painful fic, but very well done. Kudos.
Re: SPN Roundtable Rec
I really do hope that we haven't seen the last of Bela in SPN (though I fear we have). I'd love to have her turn up either as an unlikely ally or as a truly vicious demon (along the lines of demon!Meg in BUaBS).
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excellent job!
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And I don't know why there aren't more. There really should be - it's not like a crossover is totally impossible. ;)
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Holy crap that's awesome. The idea, and the execution. The combined tragedy of Susan and Bela is kind of overwhelming! I love it!
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The ending was sad...I can only imagine the guilt that Dean felt when he tortured her and it must of doubled immensely when he was freed from hell and she was stuck there with Alistair.
Have you considered writing more narnia/spn crossovers...I think you have a real talent for these crossover fanfics in particular and would be willing to read and review any that you do. Let me know!
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Susan is my favorite as well - I always hated how Lewis dealt with her in the end.
As for Dean, well, he didn't really recognize her (whether he genuinely didn't or chose not to remains unknown), so. But I personally think that Susan fights her way out eventually. Who knows, maybe I'll even write it!
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