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enjoythe_ride) wrote2009-01-05 08:10 pm
enjoythe_ride) wrote2009-01-05 08:10 pm
In Which Bela has an Unexpected Turn in Events
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maninflannel. Michael = feel_theburn. Set in the “Gorgeous” verse, pre-THIS.]
They just -- left.
Bela was huddling in a corner, a few scratch marks here and there from where the hounds had managed to get a hold of her, but they had left before they could go in for the kill, which confused her. That wasn't what was supposed to have happened. Her deal was up -- she was supposed to be halfway to Hell by now. She slowly leaned back against the the wall, looking around for any sign of what had happened, but she didn't move. Not even an inch.
She needed to know how this happened first -- and she wasn't about to count her chickens before they hatched. If she was meant to stay alive, she wanted to know how and why first.
Bobby's heart was pounding as he approached Bela's door, but he looked calm. He'd gotten himself over there as fast as he could after his little one on one with the demon. He hadn't imagined it would work, but it was worth a shot. Bela deserved that last shot no matter what anyone thought of her. That's what Bobby believed. He gave a short knock on the hotel room door before barging his way in. He had no idea how much of her the hounds had gotten before they were called off.
He stepped in the door, looking around quickly, and spotted her in the corner. "Bela.."
Bela looked up when she heard her name, tilting her head to the side slightly, as she stared at him. "Bobby? I don't understand -- "
"It's alright." He moved over with a soft sigh at the sight of her, and knelt down to her. He pushed her hair back to get a look at the scratches on her face. "You okay?"
"No," she said automatically. She wasn't referring to physically. Physically, clearly, she was fine. But she was still very, very confused. "What did you do?"
"Don't worry 'bout it right now," he said quietly. His arm moved around her to help her to her feet. "Ya ain't supposed to be here. Come on."
She followed him willingly, mostly because she was too in shock to fight him too much. She was quiet as she went for the most part, not really having anything to say, and hoping that things would be explained later.
He tucked her into the car and moved around to the drivers seat, glancing over at her as he settled in. "It's gonna be a long right back to my house. Just get some rest."
Bela nodded, just leaning over to rest against the door and closing her eyes slightly. She never intended to fall asleep, in fact, she almost would have preferred if she hadn't, but she the adrenaline draining from her was enough to knock her out almost right away.
Bobby drove quietly for a long time, running the events though his head. Setting the Devils Trap for the demon, arguing. Eventually getting Bela her freedom. He glanced in the rear view mirror, still with the feeling that someone - something - was following him. Truth was, he didn't feel safe and he knew he had no right to. He looked over at the young woman sleeping beside him and sighed. No. He didn't know what the hell he was doing.
After awhile, he pulled over to a darkened rest stop. It wasn't much, but she needed to eat. He parked the car and killed the lights before looking over to her. "Bela. C'mon, Bela, wake up."
"Hmmm?" she sighed as she sat up, rubbing her eyes slightly as she did. "Where are we? How long was I asleep?"
"Been a few hours," he nodded. "Can't offer you a lot more than vending machines, but c'mon. We'll get you some dinner."
She shook her head slightly. "I'm not hungry -- don't worry about me."
He gave her a look. "You gotta eat somethin'."
"I'll eat later," she sighed. "Really, Bobby -- I don't even know if I'll be able to keep it down."
"Right," he nodded and glanced around, then sighed and back out of the parking lot - heading for the exit.
She was silent for a while, just watching the highway pass for a while, before turning back to him. "Why?"
He kept his eyes on the road and the headlights far ahead. "Food rebuilds your energy," he said distantly.
She snorted. "Not what I was talking about."
"Ain't a big deal," he muttered. "You're not supposed to die yet, I wasn't about to let it happen."
She turned to face him. "So why not save Dean? Why save me?" Because if anyone deserved to have this, it was Dean, not her. Whatever Bobby was able to do for her, he had to be able to do it for Dean as well.
"Because. Those boys have done so much dealin' with their lives..." Bobby shook his head. It still killed him that he couldn't save Dean, too. "Savin' you doesn't risk Sam's life. I'm not about to try losin' both of them at once."
Bela paused, surprised at the reaction, before nodding. "Yes. I suppose that would be counterproductive, wouldn't it?"
He gave a single nod and cleared his throat. "Most don't agree that you shouldn't be dead, so we're not makin' that known for now. We'll bunker down at my place for a few days until I can get you out of the country."
"Fair enough," she said with a sigh. Better than having no plan at all.
He drove on quietly, not really wanting to answer any more questions. It was probably one of the stupider things he'd done in his life, but he had felt like he needed to do it. The drive still had a day to it, but Bobby was awake. He had no plans of stopping anywhere for long along the way.
Bela was quiet for the rest of the drive, leaning back against the seat as they drove. She didn't understand why he did it either -- as far as she was concerned there were more worthwhile things he could have wasted the energy on, but she clearly she didn't have a say in the matter.
When they finally arrived at his place he got out of the car and started for the house, expecting her to follow. "Hope you don't mind livin' in a closet the next coupel days," he called over his shoulder.
"Are we talking a coat closet, or a walk-in?" she quipped, doing as she was expected and following him in.
He walked around the house, grabbing various things, then led the way out to his fallout shelter. He swung the door open. "Judge for yourself."
She made her way in, inspecting it as she went. "What is this?"
"Safe zone," he said with a shrug. "Safest you can get." He slammed the door shut and patted it. "Nothin' can get in here. Not even whatever might be wantin' to chase you."
She raised an eyebrow after a moment, before turning around to face him again. "You built a demon-proof panic room?"
He stared at her blankly and blinked, then shrugged. "Yea. So?"
She just gave him a grin before shaking her head. "Nothing. Never mind."
He sat down at the table and popped a beer. "You need anything?"
She shook her head, before sitting down on the cot on the other end of the room. "I'm fine. For now, anyway."
"I mean what I said, Bela. You're dead. Everyone's gotta think so right now. Ain't even tellin' the boys. Not yet, at least. You gotta keep your distance from people that know you, especially people that know you ain't supposed to be alive."
"I know, Bobby," she sighed, leaning back against the wall and pulling her knees into her chest. "I know."
He studied her a moment and nodded, then looked away. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.
She shrugged. "It's not like I had anyone, really. No family, few friends. It's not going to be hard to avoid them." She cleared her throat slightly, before straightening a little more. "It isn't like this is the first time I've had to start over from scratch. I'm sure it'll be easier than it was the first time around."
"You'll call me if there's an emergency of some kind?" He cleared his throat and sipped his beer.
"Yeah," she said with a nod. "Of course."
His hand rubbed his beard slowly. "Got anyone you need me to call?"
She paused, thinking that over for a moment, before nodding slowly, reaching into her pocket for her phone. "His name's Michael Westen. I have the number here somewhere."
Bobby grabbed a pen to write down the name, and the number when she gave it. "And what does he know?" After all, heeded to know what words to avoid when breaking the news. It'd also be helpful to know just who he was breaking it to, but he wasn't about to ask. Not then.
"He helped me out on a few jobs, but -- he's not supernaturally inclined," Bela sighed. "He's normal -- well, normal in our sense of the word." And admitting that she had an emotional connection beyond the jobs that she was working would not be good for her emotional state at the moment -- not in the slightest. So with regards to that end of their relationship, she would keep her mouth shut.
"Right." He let it go from there and drained the last of his beer. "You gonna be alright if I catch some shut eye?"
She nodded. "I should probably get some more sleep, as well. I haven't exactly been sleeping well the past few days."
He moved over to a cot and spread out, still sitting up a bit to keep slight observance of the room. Sure, it was completely safe, but...he was Bobby. "Get some sleep then," he nodded.
She rolled over, lying on her side to face the wall and closed her eyes, starting to drop off again as she did. It was going to be a long night, and she needed to take her sleep where she could get it.
***
It had been just over a week since Bobby had rescued Bela, and now that he felt it was safe enough - now that he had it all set up - it was time to see her off. He pulled to a stop outside the airport and glanced around. He was still being paranoid and wasn't sure how he felt about letting her go on her own already. Frankly, he wanted to see her right to the plane. He knew he couldn't though. He pulled out an envelope and handed it to her.
"New passport. New name. A little bit of cash to get you by, some more in euros. I know...I know you've probably got provisions over there, but I don't want you accessing them yet, not if they can be tied back to Bela. Y'hear?" He gave her his best hard ass look.
"I understand," she said with a nod and a small smile. "Don't worry." She grabbed what little she had left, before shifting forward and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Bobby."
There was the slightest of blushes deep under all that beard, but he kept a straight face. "Be safe," he said with a nod. "Call me from a payphone when you land - just to let me know you're there."
"I will," she sighed, before climbing out of the truck, and making her way quickly into the airport, pulling her coat around her tightly as she went.
He watched her go and waiting until the airport doors closed behind her before pulling away from the curb. He rubbed his beard again wit ha shake of his head. He knew he'd have to be looking over his shoulder for a long time to come.
Bela navigated her way easily through security and onto the plane without a hitch. She collapsed into the seat, just closing her eyes and just waiting for the plane to get off the ground. She needed to get as far away from here as possible. The sooner she did so, the sooner she could forget.
maninflannel. Michael = feel_theburn. Set in the “Gorgeous” verse, pre-THIS.]They just -- left.
Bela was huddling in a corner, a few scratch marks here and there from where the hounds had managed to get a hold of her, but they had left before they could go in for the kill, which confused her. That wasn't what was supposed to have happened. Her deal was up -- she was supposed to be halfway to Hell by now. She slowly leaned back against the the wall, looking around for any sign of what had happened, but she didn't move. Not even an inch.
She needed to know how this happened first -- and she wasn't about to count her chickens before they hatched. If she was meant to stay alive, she wanted to know how and why first.
Bobby's heart was pounding as he approached Bela's door, but he looked calm. He'd gotten himself over there as fast as he could after his little one on one with the demon. He hadn't imagined it would work, but it was worth a shot. Bela deserved that last shot no matter what anyone thought of her. That's what Bobby believed. He gave a short knock on the hotel room door before barging his way in. He had no idea how much of her the hounds had gotten before they were called off.
He stepped in the door, looking around quickly, and spotted her in the corner. "Bela.."
Bela looked up when she heard her name, tilting her head to the side slightly, as she stared at him. "Bobby? I don't understand -- "
"It's alright." He moved over with a soft sigh at the sight of her, and knelt down to her. He pushed her hair back to get a look at the scratches on her face. "You okay?"
"No," she said automatically. She wasn't referring to physically. Physically, clearly, she was fine. But she was still very, very confused. "What did you do?"
"Don't worry 'bout it right now," he said quietly. His arm moved around her to help her to her feet. "Ya ain't supposed to be here. Come on."
She followed him willingly, mostly because she was too in shock to fight him too much. She was quiet as she went for the most part, not really having anything to say, and hoping that things would be explained later.
He tucked her into the car and moved around to the drivers seat, glancing over at her as he settled in. "It's gonna be a long right back to my house. Just get some rest."
Bela nodded, just leaning over to rest against the door and closing her eyes slightly. She never intended to fall asleep, in fact, she almost would have preferred if she hadn't, but she the adrenaline draining from her was enough to knock her out almost right away.
Bobby drove quietly for a long time, running the events though his head. Setting the Devils Trap for the demon, arguing. Eventually getting Bela her freedom. He glanced in the rear view mirror, still with the feeling that someone - something - was following him. Truth was, he didn't feel safe and he knew he had no right to. He looked over at the young woman sleeping beside him and sighed. No. He didn't know what the hell he was doing.
After awhile, he pulled over to a darkened rest stop. It wasn't much, but she needed to eat. He parked the car and killed the lights before looking over to her. "Bela. C'mon, Bela, wake up."
"Hmmm?" she sighed as she sat up, rubbing her eyes slightly as she did. "Where are we? How long was I asleep?"
"Been a few hours," he nodded. "Can't offer you a lot more than vending machines, but c'mon. We'll get you some dinner."
She shook her head slightly. "I'm not hungry -- don't worry about me."
He gave her a look. "You gotta eat somethin'."
"I'll eat later," she sighed. "Really, Bobby -- I don't even know if I'll be able to keep it down."
"Right," he nodded and glanced around, then sighed and back out of the parking lot - heading for the exit.
She was silent for a while, just watching the highway pass for a while, before turning back to him. "Why?"
He kept his eyes on the road and the headlights far ahead. "Food rebuilds your energy," he said distantly.
She snorted. "Not what I was talking about."
"Ain't a big deal," he muttered. "You're not supposed to die yet, I wasn't about to let it happen."
She turned to face him. "So why not save Dean? Why save me?" Because if anyone deserved to have this, it was Dean, not her. Whatever Bobby was able to do for her, he had to be able to do it for Dean as well.
"Because. Those boys have done so much dealin' with their lives..." Bobby shook his head. It still killed him that he couldn't save Dean, too. "Savin' you doesn't risk Sam's life. I'm not about to try losin' both of them at once."
Bela paused, surprised at the reaction, before nodding. "Yes. I suppose that would be counterproductive, wouldn't it?"
He gave a single nod and cleared his throat. "Most don't agree that you shouldn't be dead, so we're not makin' that known for now. We'll bunker down at my place for a few days until I can get you out of the country."
"Fair enough," she said with a sigh. Better than having no plan at all.
He drove on quietly, not really wanting to answer any more questions. It was probably one of the stupider things he'd done in his life, but he had felt like he needed to do it. The drive still had a day to it, but Bobby was awake. He had no plans of stopping anywhere for long along the way.
Bela was quiet for the rest of the drive, leaning back against the seat as they drove. She didn't understand why he did it either -- as far as she was concerned there were more worthwhile things he could have wasted the energy on, but she clearly she didn't have a say in the matter.
When they finally arrived at his place he got out of the car and started for the house, expecting her to follow. "Hope you don't mind livin' in a closet the next coupel days," he called over his shoulder.
"Are we talking a coat closet, or a walk-in?" she quipped, doing as she was expected and following him in.
He walked around the house, grabbing various things, then led the way out to his fallout shelter. He swung the door open. "Judge for yourself."
She made her way in, inspecting it as she went. "What is this?"
"Safe zone," he said with a shrug. "Safest you can get." He slammed the door shut and patted it. "Nothin' can get in here. Not even whatever might be wantin' to chase you."
She raised an eyebrow after a moment, before turning around to face him again. "You built a demon-proof panic room?"
He stared at her blankly and blinked, then shrugged. "Yea. So?"
She just gave him a grin before shaking her head. "Nothing. Never mind."
He sat down at the table and popped a beer. "You need anything?"
She shook her head, before sitting down on the cot on the other end of the room. "I'm fine. For now, anyway."
"I mean what I said, Bela. You're dead. Everyone's gotta think so right now. Ain't even tellin' the boys. Not yet, at least. You gotta keep your distance from people that know you, especially people that know you ain't supposed to be alive."
"I know, Bobby," she sighed, leaning back against the wall and pulling her knees into her chest. "I know."
He studied her a moment and nodded, then looked away. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.
She shrugged. "It's not like I had anyone, really. No family, few friends. It's not going to be hard to avoid them." She cleared her throat slightly, before straightening a little more. "It isn't like this is the first time I've had to start over from scratch. I'm sure it'll be easier than it was the first time around."
"You'll call me if there's an emergency of some kind?" He cleared his throat and sipped his beer.
"Yeah," she said with a nod. "Of course."
His hand rubbed his beard slowly. "Got anyone you need me to call?"
She paused, thinking that over for a moment, before nodding slowly, reaching into her pocket for her phone. "His name's Michael Westen. I have the number here somewhere."
Bobby grabbed a pen to write down the name, and the number when she gave it. "And what does he know?" After all, heeded to know what words to avoid when breaking the news. It'd also be helpful to know just who he was breaking it to, but he wasn't about to ask. Not then.
"He helped me out on a few jobs, but -- he's not supernaturally inclined," Bela sighed. "He's normal -- well, normal in our sense of the word." And admitting that she had an emotional connection beyond the jobs that she was working would not be good for her emotional state at the moment -- not in the slightest. So with regards to that end of their relationship, she would keep her mouth shut.
"Right." He let it go from there and drained the last of his beer. "You gonna be alright if I catch some shut eye?"
She nodded. "I should probably get some more sleep, as well. I haven't exactly been sleeping well the past few days."
He moved over to a cot and spread out, still sitting up a bit to keep slight observance of the room. Sure, it was completely safe, but...he was Bobby. "Get some sleep then," he nodded.
She rolled over, lying on her side to face the wall and closed her eyes, starting to drop off again as she did. It was going to be a long night, and she needed to take her sleep where she could get it.
***
It had been just over a week since Bobby had rescued Bela, and now that he felt it was safe enough - now that he had it all set up - it was time to see her off. He pulled to a stop outside the airport and glanced around. He was still being paranoid and wasn't sure how he felt about letting her go on her own already. Frankly, he wanted to see her right to the plane. He knew he couldn't though. He pulled out an envelope and handed it to her.
"New passport. New name. A little bit of cash to get you by, some more in euros. I know...I know you've probably got provisions over there, but I don't want you accessing them yet, not if they can be tied back to Bela. Y'hear?" He gave her his best hard ass look.
"I understand," she said with a nod and a small smile. "Don't worry." She grabbed what little she had left, before shifting forward and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Bobby."
There was the slightest of blushes deep under all that beard, but he kept a straight face. "Be safe," he said with a nod. "Call me from a payphone when you land - just to let me know you're there."
"I will," she sighed, before climbing out of the truck, and making her way quickly into the airport, pulling her coat around her tightly as she went.
He watched her go and waiting until the airport doors closed behind her before pulling away from the curb. He rubbed his beard again wit ha shake of his head. He knew he'd have to be looking over his shoulder for a long time to come.
Bela navigated her way easily through security and onto the plane without a hitch. She collapsed into the seat, just closing her eyes and just waiting for the plane to get off the ground. She needed to get as far away from here as possible. The sooner she did so, the sooner she could forget.