Title: (Minor Tremor 1) - (Minor Tremor 2) - (Minor Tremor 3) - (Minor Tremor 4) - (Minor Tremor 5) - (Minor Tremor 6) - (Minor Tremor 7) - (Minor Tremor 8) - (Minor Tremor 9) - (Minor Tremor 10) - (Minor Tremor 11)
accompaniment(s) to: With a Bang
Rating: SPN/DA Crossover - PG - Gen – AU in the year 2020
Spoilers: General (for all aired episodes)
Disclaimers: SPN & DA characters are owned by their various creators.
Summary: Alec POV. Alec finds something in the woods.
Alec heard it before he saw it.
Stepping over a log, he wandered further into the overgrowth of what passed for a forest around here. The shade under the old oak trees shed a soft green light that reminded him of something clean. He took a deep breath filled with last night’s rain and the fresh mud under his boots.
“Hello?” he ventured. “Anyone in here?”
The small grove of trees at the end of the cornfield didn’t hold many hiding places but he was having trouble locating the source of the small urgent sound. Alec stilled to use his senses, triangulating and differentiating the noises of the water dripping through the leaves and the rustle of the corn. But after a minute passed the strange sound seemed to have gone. With a shrug he dug out the packet of smokes in had in his jacket and decided to take a seat on the log.
Alec abruptly stopped with his ass only inches from touch down. Startled, he quickly turned to see what he’d almost sat on.
It was a bird.
A baby one.
He studied its fluffy brown plumage that had so cleverly hidden it from view. However, the thing didn’t look much like any bird he’d ever seen. This one looked like of retarded with wisps of feathers poking out on either side of its head and flimsy wings that flapped uselessly at its sides. The guy started really wigging out when Alec bent down to pick it up. He slipped its kicking feet between two fingers and let it rest on his hand. As it calmed he wondered when exactly he’d been downloaded with the proper procedures to handle wildlife.
Alec knew that particular sound well enough. It was a guarantee whenever he opened a tuna can or made his lap unavailable by lingering too long in the bathtub. He watched the slow slink of the cat as it wound its way through the tall weeds.
“You heard it too, huh?” Alec asked. “Looks like I got here first.”
The tiger striped cat let out a wide yawn before resuming its unblinking stare. Alec took a seat while the bird settled in his grip and its fluttering heart begin to slow. But something about the fledgling’s obliviousness to the eager predator waiting patiently at his feet made him sick to his stomach.
“Nope,” Alec glanced at the cat as it crept closer via the log. “Not yet pal.”
With a thumb and forefinger Alec delicately unfolded its wings, one after the other. As he suspected they were both damaged, the worn bare flesh underneath torn and red. Compound fractures. Infection. Malnutrition. Dehydration. His mind scrolled through all the required information and processed it while he gently released its ruined wings. Fluids. Compression. Bone reconstruction. The solutions came as effortlessly as the diagnostic.
“You are supposed to be in a nest,” he said quietly. “You were supposed to stay there.”
The smell of the mud and the faint scent of sickness from the animal made him close his eyes. He could suddenly recall a moment in a real forest in another country far away from this one. It had been colder but the lime green light was the same through the shifting trees. Alec had been younger and smaller. He had managed to dig a bullet out of another X5’s chest while her blood pumped out over his shaking hands. Alec had known she was going die but he had done it anyway.
He turned his head as he caught a song blaring distantly from the radio Dean left outside on the porch. There was faint laughter from his father and uncle taking the morning off to do nothing at all.
“Yeah, yeah,” Alec flicked the pacing cat‘s tail out of his face. “I heard you the first time.”
The wind picked up and the early sun glittered in patches on the carpet of rotting leaves. He attempted to ignore the onslaught of data that told him more about the weather system moving in overhead. The dew point. The humidity. What it would do to weapon calibration. What it would do to cover and communications. He swallowed a lump in his throat and wondered if all the meteorology had been installed into his brain at the same time as the inexplicable veterinary skills.
He touched a fingertip to the bird’s tiny head.
Its breathing was becoming more labored, its wide eyes glossy and frantic. Respiratory failure. Irregular cardiac rhythm. Blood pressure falling. With a sigh Alec looked straight up through the trees to watch the white churn of the passing clouds. He didn’t need to look to know where to press his thumb on the small warm body in his hand. The feel of the fragile skeleton snapping made his queasy stomach lurch. Placing the bird back on the log where he’d found it, he stood and let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding.
The cat immediately roused from its impromptu nap in the leaves.
“Your turn,” Alec muttered. “Bon appetite.”
As he walked back towards the house, he raised his arm to answer the wave Sam gave him in the distance. He could feel his father’s question drift to him with the breeze, sensing his son’s agitation and asking to see why. But looking back up into the sky, Alec could only see the blank stare of an X5 laying still on a forest floor. Some scientist down in the labs had chosen to make those eyes as blue as a summer morning.
Alec couldn’t imagine why. Aesthetics maybe.