Sara Lance | The Canary (thecanary) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-04-13 15:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !completed gdoc, !log, [plot] future kids take 4, ~2017 april, ~25 points, ~~sam winchester (fireinthesoul), ~~~~ sara lance (thecanary) |
Who: Sara Lance, Sam Winchester, & their daughter, Cammie
What: It’s a girl!
Where: Sam’s room
When: Thursday morning
Warnings: nope
Status: complete gdoc
Years of training with the League of Assassins meant that Sara was a fairly light sleeper. Her time in Madison Valley did make her able to block out some ambient noise, but Sam’s housemates were being a little louder than usual this morning and she knew she wasn’t getting back to sleep. She rolled over to look at the clock, debating if she wanted to head to the gym or go for a run, and was startled to see a child standing next to the bed.
She reached over and shook Sam’s shoulder. “Wake up,” she said. “We have company.” Or he did. This wasn’t the first time that she’d had random kids show up, but since this one was in Sam’s bedroom, she might not be Sara’s.
“Mommy, move over,” she said. Okay, well, that answered that question.
***
Sam sighed. He reached up to scrub a hand over his face, just as the kid said something. Mommy, move over, the words reverberated in Sam’s mind. Mommy was of course the key word.
Sam lifted his head and looked at the child. Okay, well. He could do a lot worse than have a kid with Sara. But after she rejected his proposal a couple months earlier...nevermind that he hadn’t been entirely himself at the time, he’d proposed and she’d said no. How likely were they, really, to have kids?
Not that Madison Valley cared about the actual possibility of a child between two people. Sam wondered if Wes had data on the ratio of actually possible versus absolutely impossible children. He supposed it didn’t matter. This one was here, now, and Sam and Sara both had to deal with it.
***
Sara scooted over closer to Sam so the girl could climb in next to her. So far, she didn’t seem to realize that anything was wrong. That was both a good and bad thing. Maybe this one wouldn’t hate her like Ellery had.
“Good morning,” Sara said, wondering how best to broach the fact that neither she nor Sam had any clue who this child was. She looked over at Sam, hoping maybe he would have some brilliant idea.
***
Sam had no brilliant ideas, except to tell the little girl they had no idea who she was or why she was here. Most likely a spell had gone wrong, or maybe this time whatever controlled the dome was just having some fun with them. Which seemed cruel, considering the weirdness of the previous month.
Sam sighed. He sat up enough to look at the kid. She was about six or so, blonde like Sara. She was cute. Probably feisty. Hopefully ‘six or so’ was old enough to understand Mommy and Daddy didn’t always have the right answers.
“So, sweetheart. I think something strange is happening here. I think you’ve come from the future, and we’re in the past right now. It’s 2017, and your mommy and I don’t even know your name.”
***
Her little face scrunched up in confusion as Sam spoke. If it was Uncle Dean, she would think he was playing a trick, but her daddy wouldn’t do that. “I’m not even gonna be born until 2020,” she said.
Sara felt a bit of relief at that news. That was three whole years away and anything could happen between now and then. Of course, they still had to get through the next little while with her, but at least she knew she wasn’t unexpectedly pregnant right now.
“That’s a long time from now,” Sara said. “But we’re excited that we get to know you.”
Excited might be pushing it, but she didn’t want to hurt her kid’s feelings. The girl grinned at her mother’s words. “I’m Campbell Laurel Winchester,” she said. “But you usually call me Cammie.”
Of course Sara gave her daughter her sister’s name. She wasn’t sure where the Campbell came from though and looked to Sam to see if it struck a chord with him.
***
Sam saw Sara’s confusion. Campbell was, on the surface, an odd name choice. “My mother’s maiden name,” he told her. It was kind of refreshing to see he’d used something other than Mary to honor his mother.
“Okay, Cammie,” Sam said with a little smile. “You’re going to have to help us out. A lot of strange and unexpected kids are showing up right now. You’ve probably got a couple of siblings, some cousins. And we’re all kind of figuring things out as we go, okay?” She was his kid, and Sara’s too. She was likely logical and organised and able to process things better than other kids her age might.
But she was still just a kid, and Sam needed to remember that. “What do you like to eat? Are you even hungry?”
***
That explained the unusual name. Sara liked it though. She hoped Sam was wrong about them having other kids, but she had a sinking feeling they wouldn’t be that lucky. In fact, they should probably get up and figure out if there were other kids lurking around the house.
“Pancakes!” Cammie said. “Please,” she added after a moment, remembering her manners.
Sara thought that sounded pretty good and hoped Sam’s kitchen was equipped for it. “I can put on the coffee while you make breakfast,” she offered.
***
Sam nodded. “I can make pancakes.” He was pretty sure he had the stuff for that. He got up and pulled a pair of pants on. “Come on, Cammie,” he said, moving toward the door with an arm out in invitation for the kid to join him.
“Let’s go make some pancakes.”
***