peaceonearth | Entries tagged with second life

It was supposed to be an easy case, which is why Ruby hadn't asked Sam to go with her. He had just gotten off a 24 hour shift interning at the hospital and he needed his sleep. Besides, she'd been in and out. She hadn't counted on the vampire knowing a witch nor had she counted on him having a spell that would leave her dazed and confused. She'd managed to kill the vampire (her knife in the heart) despite the spell, but it had slowed her down and lagged up her defenses. The vampire had swiped a machete across her belly as she'd moved in to stab him. Ruby hadn't realized it was so deep until she'd started to walk to the door, which is how she found herself on the ground trying to hold her insides inside. The amount of blood pooling out is alarming enough that Ruby stays where she is, fishes her cell phone out, and calls Sam. She knows he's probably still asleep so when the voice mail picks up, she's not surprised.

"Sam--"

Ruby had found the night hag before it'd done too much damage. She hadn't even been surprised to see the creature. It was the right time of year for it with Halloween just behind them. It'd gone very well and it had been interesting enough (not to mention a little nostalgic considering the night hag was a Polish fairytale), but she'd ended up with a shoulder out of the socket. She'd tried to pop it back in without much luck and a great deal of pain. After a moment's consideration, she called Sam from the SUV.

"Any chance you can meet me at my apartment? I could use a hand with something." It's not just an excuse to see him.

The apartment was a relatively new development. As Sam had gotten older, he'd wanted Ruby around more (which was a good thing as far as she was concerned) and she'd wanted to be around more for things like his basketball games. Her house in Sioux Falls was a few hours away from where Sam lived and it wasn't a place she could take him. Not yet anyway. The apartment was neutral ground, filled only with memories and pictures from this life and these years. As soon as Sam had gotten a car, Ruby had given Sam a key. He had a bedroom there for nights spent over there and she'd made certain he knew he was welcome anytime whether she was there or not. She was gone quite a bit hunting but always returned every few days at least. She'd been gone for nearly a week this time.

When she arrives, Sam's car is already there. She gets out of her SUV, her injured arm hanging awkwardly at one side.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I?"

She'd gotten the call in the middle of the night. It was one she'd anticipated for weeks ~~months, years~~, but couldn't plan for. Now she's headed to a bus station in the middle of Sioux Falls and she hasn't been this nervous in over a century. She didn't want to keep him waiting at the bus station in the middle of the night even if the most dangerous thing in Sioux Falls he's likely to encounter is Bert, the incredibly friendly, homeless drunk that Ruby occasionally slips a mini bottle of whiskey and a coffee in exchange for keeping his eye out for anything weird in town. If she'd had time, she would have dressed up a little, but as it is, she'd thrown on jeans with her oversized (Sam's) tee shirt and her heeled boots. On the way over she'd added some of the red lipstick that Sam had always liked and an extra spritz of the lavender-cedar perfume she makes and wears. She parked the car outside the bus station and waited a moment before getting out to go inside, realizing that with everything going on, Sam might not feel comfortable getting in a car with her right away. She doesn't say anything as she walks inside, but stops several feet away from him, watching him. She saw him a few months ago so in reality, he hasn't changed that much. He's tall (but not yet as tall as he probably will get) and lanky, all limbs and floppy hair. Her heart aches just looking at him, but she stands back, giving him a chance to decide how he wants to handle this. From this moment on, Sam is directing the show.

When Sam died a hundred years ago, Ruby thought losing him would kill her. In all honesty, the only thing that kept her from using her knife on herself was a promise to Sam. She had to remind herself on a daily basis that she wasn't alone. There were plenty of grandchildren and great-grandchildren as well as grandnieces and nephews that were scattered across the country. Ruby wasn't alone, even though she felt that way so much of the time. She'd adapted and gotten accustomed to life without Sam, but she never stopped missing him.

Eventually, she met Brooke, another hunter who knew who Ruby Winchester was, as well as who her husband had been. The hunter had been persistent and kind and a very good friend even when Ruby hadn't returned the favor. With a good deal of time, patience, and flirtation on (mostly) Brooke's part, they'd become something between friends and a booty call. Ruby had laid down her boundaries from the very beginning and Brooke had respected those boundaries.

One of Ruby's rules was that neither of them spent the night together. She still didn't need to sleep much and spending the entire night together was too intimate, too real, and it hurt too much because she'd only ever shared that sort of intimacy with Sam. This is why Brooke is slipping out of the house at three in the morning when she sees the shadow of a man lurking around the house. She creeps up behind him, gun pointed at the back of his head.

Brooke is on the shorter side with long dark hair, dark eyes, and dimples. She's thin but muscular. She's dressed in dark, slim-fitting pants and a dark tee-shirt with a utility jack over it all. Her hair is loose around her shoulders and mussed.

"You really don't want to break into this place. I promise it's more trouble than it's worth," she tells him. "Hands up and turn around slowly."

What do you want?

Peace on earth, a new shirt...

I get by with a little help from my friends

Stuck in a little place and wrapped around your little finger

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Give me one more chance to love you