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Tweak says, "Jenny, what's the problem?"

Joanna Beth Harvelle (reoismyantidrug) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-12-07 14:45:00

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!open, claire winchester, dean winchester

|[ WHO ]| Jo Harvelle
|[ WHERE ]| Colligo
|[ WHEN ]| December 7, 1:20 AM
|[ WHAT ]| Arriving in Colligo... Jo is not happy.
|[ OPEN ]| Of course. The more the merrier.

She didn't know where she'd ended up, but when she opened her eyes, she had a headache and found herself in a room full of books. Some sort of Library it seemed. Which really confused Jo, because last she'd checked, she'd been having a conversation with Selaphiel about their next case and where to locate a few people who could help, and the next thing she knew, she was waking up in this place.

"SELAPHIEL!! WHAT IN THE BLAZING HELL DID YOU JUST DO TO ME?!" she yelled, looking around as she stood.

It was odd to not get an instant reply. Selaphiel usually came when she called, despite the fact that he really didn't seem to like babysitting her. Or, well, her in general. He was the angel assigned to guide and protect her since she'd come back from the dead. Or rather, since she was sent back. And all she'd remembered in the two months she'd been back on Earth were her parents, the way of hunting, her cousin, her death (of which she had nightmares every night) her full name...

And a face. A chiseled face with green eyes and pouty lips that constantly made her heart race whenever she recalled it. She didn't have a name to go with the face, and she didn't have anything other than the feeling in her stomach when he came to her mind. She figured he was someone important to her, but for the life of her, she just couldn't put anything at all to that face.

Shaking her head, she reached out for one of the books and opened. Maybe she could get some kind of idea of where she was.

Empty. Completely devoid of anything but white-ish pages and the cover. What the hell? She grabbed another book. Same thing. Another. Same. What was going on here?

Looking around, Jo moved forward, every intention of looking for something else to help her... only to have two large guards show up. At least there were people now. "Hey, where the hell am I?" she asked, only to receive silence as she came up on either side of her. As they took an arm each, she kicked up, meaning to detach herself from their grip, but they had a pretty hard one and she didn't seem to be going anywhere. Even when she connected with her foot, it didn't seem to register to the hulking masses that had picked her up off the ground.

"Oh you two good ol' boys have a death wish, don't you? When you let me go I'm going to put a knife through both of your asses."

Instead, Jo found herself being thrown outside, out of the library, and onto a sidewalk. When she stood and dusted herself off, she turned around to find the guards gone. "Fuckers," she mumbled under her breath. "Now where the hell am I?"

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x_clairebear_x
2009-12-08 04:14 pm UTC (link)

Claire knew it wasn't very smart for her to be out and about, on her own, with Arthur still on the loose. However she couldn't simply put her life on hold because of it. She had to work. Or, more importantly, she had to make sure that the video store kept going even while she wasn't around.

So rather than hide away and risk having her business crumble in her absence, Claire decided to head into work at such an unreasonably early hour that she felt fairly confident that Arthur would never be the wiser. After all, the guy had to sleep sometime, right? Plus she was driving herself instead of walking. As far as she was concerned, she was being as safe as she could possibly be.

Especially since, given the recent snowfall, the roads were fairly treacherous and her speed was significantly slower because of it. Which is most likely the reason she even noticed the new arrival standing in front of the Grand Library. She likely wouldn't have stopped, just in case it was some kind of trap, but a quick double-take had her instantly pulling her car off to the side of the road in disbelief.

It was Jo. She looked older. A little different than the last time she'd been in Colligo. However, it was Jo.

Yanking her PDA out of her pocket, she started to send Dean a text message telling him to get there as quickly as possible. Before she could send it though, she hesitated and glanced once more out her window at the woman standing no less than ten feet away.

What if it was a trick? Or another lookalike? With a sigh, Claire deleted the message and slipped her PDA into her pocket. She'd contact Dean in a minute. Right after she made sure that the person she was seeing was who she thought they were.

With that decided, the blond turned off her car and climbed out. Her hands slid to the pockets of her jacket as she made her way up the sidewalk, toward the other woman. Pausing a few feet away, she was frowning lightly as she called out to her in an almost wary tone.

"Jo?"

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reoismyantidrug
2009-12-09 04:13 am UTC (link)

It was cold out. And Jo, well, she hadn't exacty been wearing a jacket when she was plucked from herself where she was and dropped in smack dab in the middle of Bumfuck, Idunno. No, she'd been sitting in a very warm hotel room in nothing but a tank top, a button-down plaid shirt and her pants. She hadn't even had shoes on, but she was lucky enough to have socks on at least. Didn't it just figure she'd wind up in some place probably off the coast of Alaska?

Turning, Jo moved to make her way back towards the library. She stopped only when she kicked something as she walked and muttered about things in the way. Except... the thing in the way was a PDA? Curiouser and Curiouser, as Alice would say. But no, Jo was no Alice, and if this was the rabbit hole, when she got out she was filling it with cement.

No, fuck that. She was filling it in with dirt and cement. Make sure it mixed so that nobody came through again.

Still. She needed information, and the best place to find it was with a computer of some sort. Ash had taught her everything she would ever need to know, and Ash had been a fucking genius. Now all she needed to do was find some kind of trigger to remember how to do it. Hunting came naturally, as did her name. Hell, even her parents and their names came after only a week. Ash had come just a month later. Now it was time to utilize her brain and remember.

Or rather, she would have. Had she not heard her name called out from behind her. She didn't recognize the voice, and when she turned, she didn't recognize the person that it belonged to either. But apparently, this person knew her. So Jo tried to recall who she might be, and the only way to do that, was to take the petite blonde in.

Raking her eyes over the girl, Jo moved carefully, slowly, brows furrowed and knife withint reach should she need it. First things first, though. She needed to find out this girl was at least partially safe. "Christo."

When the girl's eyes didn't turn black, Jo straightened up and seemed to relax, but only in the slightest way. She wasn't relaxed as a whole and, in a place like this without her own memories to guide her, Jo Harvelle didn't know what was in the recesses of her mind to be recovered.

"Alright," she started, crossing her arms, "you know my name. What's yours and how do you know me?" Jo wanted to get right down to the point, and the only way to do that, really, was to, well, get right down to the point. "Also, where the hell am I and who were the bastards that decided it'd be fun to chuck me out a door?"

Yeah... first chance she got, those two were getting ganked in a mjor fashion.

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x_clairebear_x
2009-12-09 04:49 am UTC (link)

It was Jo. The minute she spoke, Claire knew it was Jo. She seemed... different, though. Older, maybe? She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew this wasn't the same Jo that had been here before. Which was only confirmed when the other woman demanded to know who she was.

Still. It was Jo, so she tried not to bristle too much at the way she was being spoken to. She remembered how freaked out she'd been when she'd first shown up in Colligo. It wasn't fun. It was scary, and confusing, and Claire totally understood the idea of not trusting anyone or anything.

But it did sting, if only a little.

"I'm Claire Bennet," she said finally, keeping her voice even and making sure not to make any sudden movements. Not that anything Jo did to her would stick, of course, but more because she wasn't sure quite how this version of the woman would handle seeing her ability in action.

"I'm a friend of Dean's. And I knew you, or the you that was here, before. We were... friends. Sort of." They hadn't been bosom buddies or anything, but Claire wasn't going to split hairs at the moment.

"As for where you are, the city is called Colligo. You can't leave. None of us can. We show up in the library," she nodded to the building, "and the guards toss us out."

She hesitated, for a second, before asking, "Do you want me to contact Dean for you? Tell him you're here? He'll be happy to see you again and he can be here in just a few minutes." She thought of offering to wait in her car, so Jo wouldn't freeze half to death standing in sock feet in the snow, but she doubted she'd be taken up on the offer.

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reoismyantidrug
2009-12-09 05:59 am UTC (link)

Claire Bennet. If the name was supposed to strike some chord with the blonde, it didn't. Jo didn't know the girl, but apparently the girl knew her. She just had to figure out how. And yes, she was entirely suspicious... but wouldn't anyone be in her current situation? Some place she couldn't escape, no memories... and lost. Not to mention cold as hell.

She bypassed the fact that apparently she'd been here before. She didn't remember that anymore than she remembered the girl in front of her. But still... she looked like she'd stung the girl, even if she hadn't exactly meant to be bitchy. She was defensive, yes, but damn. Anyone would be.

And who was this Dean person? "Who's Dean? And why would I want you to contact him?" She really didn't know. But if this guy was someone who also seemed to know her, as this Claire seemed to imply he did, maybe he'd be able to help a little. She could only hope. This whole mess was starting to get to her. She needed a drink. Something nice and stiff.

"Can this Dean guy help me? Give me some clue as to how I ended up here in... Colligo. Wouldn't happen to know just where that's located would ya? Doesn't sound familiar to me one lick." Oh yeah... a nice bottle of whiskey was definitely needed. Canadian Club preferably.

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x_clairebear_x
2009-12-09 01:20 pm UTC (link)

She... didn't know who Dean was? Okay, Claire decided as she studied the woman in front of her, something was definitely wrong. Really, really wrong. Jo was... broken. Had amnesia. A really bad impostor. Something.

"That's it," she stated firmly, deciding she'd risk the woman's wrath if necessary. She needed help and Claire was going to get it for her. "I'm contacting Dean. You... you should at least know him, Jo. He's from the same place you are. The two of you are friends."

Pulling her PDA out of her pocket, she quickly sent him a message. As she typed, she answered Jo's other questions as best she could. Her tone was a bit distracted, but she did her best to multitask so as not to keep either Jo, or the information Dean needed to be given, from waiting.

"Hopefully. If he can't, we'll find someone who can." She glanced up, briefly, certain the woman wouldn't believe what she said next but not about to lie considering how terrible she was at it.

"Colligo is on another planet. Or an Earth with two moons. Either way, it's nowhere near what you're used to. What any of us are used to." Sending the message, she slid her PDA back into her pocket and turned her full attention back to Jo. "Look," she said, her voice a bit softer. More hesitant. "I know this is pretty freaky. Even by the standards your used to. But... you're safe here. And you have friends here, even if you don't know it."

Another brief pause and then Claire asked, "And would you like to wait in my car? You can sit in the driver's seat or whatever, if you want. It's just a lot warmer and, well, you're not exactly dressed for this weather. Plus I'm pretty sure Dean wouldn't like it if you caught hypothermia."

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reoismyantidrug
2009-12-10 01:32 am UTC (link)

Friends? Jo had a friend named Dean? She wondered how close they'd been. Surely not as close as the man she was dreaming about... but then again, Jo didn't know. Damn side effects from getting bounced back into life, she supposed. She knew she made the decision to come back, and they'd probably warned her, but hell.

And someone seemed to actively want to help her figure things out. This Claire person, at least. Maybe she wasn't so bad. Selaphiel had never chosen to come right out and help her. He'd always said that she would just have to wait and was always way too annoyed with her to bother with much more than a case review. Heck, she'd have been impressed if he even remembered her name.

It was really a good thing that Claire chose to tell her the truth instead of a lie. As a hunter, and a damn good one, Jo learned to tell when a person was lying almost as well as a profiler. It was a skill that no hunter should do without... as was the skill to lie so well a profiler couldn't tell the difference. The trick, Jo found, was to believe in the lie you told, if only for the moment.

"Another. Planet." She would have thought the little blonde was lying, if she hadn't been so preoccupied that she probably couldn't have thought of not telling the truth anyway. Still, another planet. The fact was... inconceivable. "Sure... first I get demons, why not aliens, right?" she muttered under her breath.

Ugh this damn weather was starting to seep in, make her shiver. She didn't like showing weakness, but there was no way to hold back the shivers. They were noticable. And must have been to thhe gi- to Claire - as well because she was offering to let her wait in the car. Well hell, it was a lot better than standing in the cold in what she was in and she wasn't stupid. She couldn't do her job or figure out how to get home if she was sick as all hell.

"Yeah... yeah that'd probably be a good idea," she replied with a nod, glancing at the car. "Sorry. And thanks. I still don't know who this Dean guy is, or who you are, but the hospitality is definitely a welcome change." From the people she ran into on jobs, from the authorities... definitely from that damnable angel of hers.

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x_clairebear_x
2009-12-10 02:21 am UTC (link)

All things considered, Claire thought that Jo had handled the news about another planet pretty well. Granted she knew that the other woman had seen some pretty crazy things before, but still. Most people tended to instantly dismiss the thought of being somewhere other than Earth. So she was both grateful, and impressed, that Jo simply accepted it as the truth. Or at the very least was placating her enough to pretend to accept it. Either way, she wasn't arguing, so Claire wasn't going to worry about it.

Not when she had far more important things on her mind. Like Jo's amnesia. And the cold weather. And if Dean was going to get her message.

Her PDA sounded in her pocket and Claire breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled it out. Good. He was on his way. There went that worry, at least.

Sending a quick response to tell him where they'd be, she smiled at Jo. "Right this way," she stated, motioning toward her vehicle. "And really, it's not a problem. Like I said, you're a friend. Just because you don't remember it doesn't make it any less true."

Claire pulled her keys from her pocket and unlocked the doors with the press of a button. "The heater doesn't take long to warm up," she assured her as she opened the door. "You should be thawed out by the time Dean gets here. He's on his way, by the way." She smiled reassuringly. "And he'll figure this out and fix it."

She sounded far more confident than she really felt, truth be told, but Claire knew if anyone would find a way to get Jo back her memories, Dean would be the one to do it.

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reoismyantidrug
2009-12-10 02:59 am UTC (link)

Jo would find out for herself later on, but becoming hysterical was not going to help thinsgs. She had to keep a cool head. This was nothing more than just another case. She could do this. She just had to warm up, and from there, do what she normally did when on the job. Gather information, interrogate the locals... scout out her surroundings. But her priorities at the moment were very much centered on keeping herself in a healthy state in order for her to do said routine once she was settled in. Because, well, one always had to have a base of operations.

When she heard the familiar beep of a door electronically unlocking, Jo slid into the passenger seat once Claire had come up and open the door. The soft seat already made her feel better as she laid her head back. She wasn't going to sleep by any means, even if she was tired, but she did just need to relax for a moment.

"Alright, so you know who I am, you obviously know what I do, wanna fill me in on what I apparently was doing while I was here last go round?" Might as well see if there was anyone else she knew, right? Perhaps she'd made enemies... that would always be a good thing to know in case some nutcase came at her with murder in their eyes. Jo would really hate to put someone out that she didn't really know.

Okay. So that was a lie, but still.

"So this Dean guy, he's one of those guys that can fix anything huh? Even a mental bleach by the angels upstairs?" She chuckled, more in disbelief than anything else. "If he could do that, he'd be one hell of a miracle worker."

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x_clairebear_x
2009-12-10 05:25 am UTC (link)

Sliding into her own seat, Claire pulled her door closed and put the key in the ignition. The moment the car was turned on, the heat began to come from the vents. Now feeling fairly certain that Jo at least wouldn't be shivering uncontrollably by the time Dean arrived, she half-turned in her seat - with her back to the driver's door - to face the woman beside her.

She was all set to answer the question about the Jo that had been there before, even if there wasn't too much to tell really, but got sidetracked by the next statement made. She blinked. Then blinked again.

Angels had done this to her? Erased her memory? Made her forget... well, clearly not her own name, at least, but the identity of someone who had meant a great deal to her? Someone that those very same angels were trying to convince to do their bidding?

Although Claire wasn't a violent person, the urge to punch something was almost overwhelming.

She refrained from giving into the urge, obviously, and didn't even really show her anger at what she'd been told. Instead she slowly shook her head. "No," she admitted, "he probably can't undo it if angels are responsible."

She paused, hesitated, considered, then admitted, "But he happens to have an angel of his own, who might be able to help." Instantly, Claire's mind locked on another option in case Castiel couldn't help. Slowly, she began to relax again and tossed Jo a smile.

"And if Castiel can't help, we can always ask God."

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reoismyantidrug
2009-12-10 06:31 am UTC (link)

Jo knew that Claire was saying something. Answering her questions. Maybe asking her own. But the blonde hunter was having trouble concentrating. It may have been the fatigue - the dark circles underneath her eyes weren't just for show - it may have been the warmth that was seeping into her pores as she sat there. Almost like a drug. Like a muscle relaxer. Or a sleeping pill.

She fought it with everything she had still, however. Sleeping in a stranger's vehicle, hell, in a stranger's vicinity, without some protection was a dumb idea. And there were no wards to protect her here. At least, not yet. But still, she felt herself sinking.

It was almost as if she were being pulled underneath some muggy, humid lace, away from the cold chill where she didn't feel safe and just wanted to get on with things until she went back up. If she went back up. Jo was fairly certain there were no guarantees on that sort of thing... and turning her back on Heaven probably didn't put her in good standing with the man upstairs.

Jerking her head back up as she realized she was nodding off, Jo fought it harder, only to start succumbing once more.

Hearing the name Castiel, Jo's brow furrowed. She didn't know why she got an image of six overturned shot glasses and a feeling of amusement. But she did. It was a nice feeling, reallly. Maybe he was the one who the face in her dreams belonged to.

Jo didn't realize it as she thought this, but her big brown eyes were closing again. Slowly, ever so slowly, she was giving in to the need to sleep.

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righteousman
2009-12-12 04:59 am UTC (link)

Jo was here. Jo was here and she didn't remember him. Even after everything, after his father being here and Sammy being from two years ago and Jo being from even farther back and fucking God showing up, he still had trouble wrapping his head around it. Zachariah had told him that Jo was dead, and somehow he'd known the angel wasn't lying, so all he could think was that Jo had been in Hell...like he had. That she'd suffered something horrible and it had broken something inside her. But he hoped not. He hoped for some other explanation, something merciful. But he'd learned one thing in all his years, and that was that good things never happened to folks like him.

He made his way over to Claire's car and just stared. God...that really was Jo. His Jo. Not some younger girl, but the Jo who'd fought like a hellcat and called her mother a black eyed bitch because she thought she was possessed. He felt a surge of relief that was almost palpable, and found it a little hard to breathe for a moment. He tapped on the window, waiting for Jo or Claire to take notice of him. Hopefully Claire. He wasn't sure he could take confirmation of Jo not knowing him just then.

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x_clairebear_x
2009-12-12 05:34 am UTC (link)

Claire had fallen silent, content to let Jo rest since it was obvious she needed it if the circles under her eyes were any indication. There would be time later to talk. Once Dean was here, they could come up with options. Ideas. Figure out what was going on and how to fix it.

Lost in her own thoughts, Claire wasn't aware that anyone was near the car until the tap came at the window. She jumped a bit at the sound, twisting in her seat with a wary expression on her face. It easily faded into a relieved look when she saw it was Dean.

Quickly, she unlocked and opened the door. "Hey," she greeted him, voice somber given the situation. "She just dozed off a few seconds ago. Let me wake her up."

Then she looked back to the woman beside her.

"Jo," she spoke the blond's name, resisting the urge to reach out and shake her. Instead she just said her name again. "Jo, you need to wake up now."

After all, it wasn't like Dean could climb into the front seat with them while they figured this whole mess out. Well, technically he could, but Claire would rather Jo not wake up to some man she didn't know in such a close proximity. So it was best Jo wake up now, and they could discuss where to go from here after that.

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reoismyantidrug
2009-12-15 03:24 am UTC (link)

Normally, Jo would have awoken once she heard the tapping on the window. But the hunter was exhausted, evident from the marks underneath her eyes. And really, had she thought she was actually going to nod off, she'd have warned Claire not to try to wake her up. Mainly because lately, no matter how she woke up, no matter whether it was by someone calling her name, shaking her oor just her internal clock going off, Jo came out of sleep swinging like a baseball bat aimed at a robber's kneecaps.

It was really due to her nightmares. The ones that kept her up. The ones that had her sitting there, unable to move, but fully aware that her body was dying and her mother was sitting beside her with her thumb on the button. Even when she was supposed to have died in real life, in the nightmare, she was still aware. Still felt everything going on, but she couldn't say anything. It was as if, when her mother pressed that button, Jo felt herself rip apart at the seams as the flames burned her edges.

So as she came up from that same nightmare, that same barrage of images, Jo's big brown eyes shot open, wide and unseeing. Her fist flew out to her right, as though that's where she could attack and escape. If she connected with something, she wasn't aware. She was still caught in the last throes of the explosion, still caught up in the past, unable to escape its clutches.

"No!! No, I don't wanna burn anymore... stop," she breathed. "Please..."

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