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The Guardian Angel Common Room
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Title: The Guardian Angel Common Room
Author:chaletian
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Con, Mary-Lou, Jane, mentions of John, Mary, Dean and Sam
Summary: The Winchester family’s guardian angels discuss their charges as Sam leaves for Stanford. Slightly cracky. CS crossover.
Notes on the Characters
For those unfamiliar with the Chalet School books (which will be practically everyone), they were written by Elinor M Brent-Dyer between 1925 and 1970, and span about 30 years of the school’s history. Here is the Wikipedia page. I have only used four characters out of about fifty million.
Con Maynard: A middle triplet, she is dreamy and imaginative, but fairly responsible when it comes down to the crunch. Used to being overlooked by, well, pretty much everyone. Often lacking in tact.
Mary-Lou Trelawney: She was a head-girl. She’s a champion butter-in, and the staff were always getting her to solve problems. Always gets things her own way. Popular and responsible.
Jane Carew: Her parents are famous actors, and she has had a very theatrical upbringing. Tends towards melodrama. Younger than the others.
Stacie Benson: She was an utter prig when she joined the school, but soon mellowed. Was never quite on an even keel with the others, though, and didn’t really fit in.
The Guardian Angel Common Room
The Guardian Angel common room was pretty quiet, considering it was the middle of the night, and most angels’ charges were fast asleep. A few of the more senior angels clustered in the corner, listening to the Archers on Listen Again, while two younger ones played a desultory game of table tennis. The common room door suddenly swung open violently and two of the youngest guardian angels burst in.
“This is disastrous!” declared one, eyes wide with horror. “Oh, darling, whatever are we going to do?”
“Well, we’re not going to go off into hysterics,” said the other one calmly. “Pull yourself together, Jane, do!”
“It’s easy for you to say,” returned Jane heatedly, sitting down in an armchair, and drumming her fingers anxiously on the chintz-covered arm, “your charge hasn’t just disappeared into nowhere, heading for almost certain danger!”
“He’s going to university, Jane,” said the other angel, putting her hands on her hips, and tossing golden curls. “Thousands of folk do it every year. No, I’m more worried about Dean.” Jane waved a hand dismissively.
“Oh, Dean! Darling, what’s the problem? He’s still with his father. He’ll be fine, Mary-Lou.”
“Yes, but Sam leaving like that… I tell you frankly, Jane, I don’t like it. You know what he’s like, and Sam abandoning him can only make things worse.”
“It’s a pretty kettle of fish, all right,” agreed Jane. “What do you think we should do?” Before Mary-Lou could reply, the door opened again, and a third angel entered, a worried expression on her face.
“Con!” exclaimed Mary-Lou. “What on earth was John thinking?” Con shrugged gloomily.
“He’s downright terrified,” she said. “He doesn’t want to let either of the boys out of his sight. And you can understand why,” she added pleadingly. “Really, Mary-Lou, it’s not hard to see.”
Mary-Lou nodded. “Oh, I know all about it,” she said easily. “But still, Con, you should have stopped him saying all that to Sam.”
“I know! But he didn’t mean to, it just all came out. I didn’t have time to stop him!” Con looked like she might cry, and Mary-Lou patted her on the shoulder.
“Oh, chin up, Con! We’ll just have to work on them.”
By this time, the Archers had finished, and one of the angels wandered over.
“What’s happened?” she asked anxiously.
“Ructions in the family,” replied Mary-Lou briefly. “It’s all right, we’ll sort it out. Look here, you lot, Dean was dropping Sam at the bus station and then going for a drive, and I’d better get back to him. He’s dreadfully upset.” She whirled out of the common room, the others looking after her. Con sighed.
“John’s getting drunk. Oh, Jane! This is breaking his heart.” Jane slipped an arm around Con’s shoulders.
“Buck up, darling, it’ll all come out all right.”
“And they do love each other,” said the newcomer urgently. “They really do.” Con reached out and squeezed her hand.
“I know they do, Stacie,” she said softly. Stacie’s eyes dropped.
“I just… I wish…” she bit her lip unable to carry on. Jane hugged her impetuously.
“Oh, Stacie, you couldn’t have helped what happened! You know it was beyond our control!” Stacie nodded, but her gaze lingered on the door where Mary-Lou had left.
“I don’t think she’ll ever forgive me, though.” She glanced at Con, but didn’t say anything. Con squeezed her hand again, then turned to Jane.
“Come on,” she said, with a sigh. “We’d better get back on duty. I think they’re going to need all the help we can give them.” Jane nodded, and hugged Stacie again.
“Goodbye, darling,” she said, as cheerfully as possible, and the two angels left, arm in arm. Stacie watched them go, then turned slowly back to the other angels in the room.
“Family business?” asked Grizel chummily, safe in the knowledge that her charge lay asleep, safe and sound, secure in his ignorance of the demons and beasts of the supernatural. Stacie was drawn back into the others’ conversation, but her thoughts kept returning to Con, Jane and Mary-Lou. She hoped they’d do a better job of looking after the Winchester men than she had done looking after Mary.
Now, the question is, dare I pimp this anywhere? Or is that taking my random crossovers too far?
katie__pillar for this one. Not quite what she had in mind, but still...Title: The Guardian Angel Common Room
Author:
chaletianRating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Con, Mary-Lou, Jane, mentions of John, Mary, Dean and Sam
Summary: The Winchester family’s guardian angels discuss their charges as Sam leaves for Stanford. Slightly cracky. CS crossover.
Notes on the Characters
For those unfamiliar with the Chalet School books (which will be practically everyone), they were written by Elinor M Brent-Dyer between 1925 and 1970, and span about 30 years of the school’s history. Here is the Wikipedia page. I have only used four characters out of about fifty million.
Con Maynard: A middle triplet, she is dreamy and imaginative, but fairly responsible when it comes down to the crunch. Used to being overlooked by, well, pretty much everyone. Often lacking in tact.
Mary-Lou Trelawney: She was a head-girl. She’s a champion butter-in, and the staff were always getting her to solve problems. Always gets things her own way. Popular and responsible.
Jane Carew: Her parents are famous actors, and she has had a very theatrical upbringing. Tends towards melodrama. Younger than the others.
Stacie Benson: She was an utter prig when she joined the school, but soon mellowed. Was never quite on an even keel with the others, though, and didn’t really fit in.
The Guardian Angel Common Room
The Guardian Angel common room was pretty quiet, considering it was the middle of the night, and most angels’ charges were fast asleep. A few of the more senior angels clustered in the corner, listening to the Archers on Listen Again, while two younger ones played a desultory game of table tennis. The common room door suddenly swung open violently and two of the youngest guardian angels burst in.
“This is disastrous!” declared one, eyes wide with horror. “Oh, darling, whatever are we going to do?”
“Well, we’re not going to go off into hysterics,” said the other one calmly. “Pull yourself together, Jane, do!”
“It’s easy for you to say,” returned Jane heatedly, sitting down in an armchair, and drumming her fingers anxiously on the chintz-covered arm, “your charge hasn’t just disappeared into nowhere, heading for almost certain danger!”
“He’s going to university, Jane,” said the other angel, putting her hands on her hips, and tossing golden curls. “Thousands of folk do it every year. No, I’m more worried about Dean.” Jane waved a hand dismissively.
“Oh, Dean! Darling, what’s the problem? He’s still with his father. He’ll be fine, Mary-Lou.”
“Yes, but Sam leaving like that… I tell you frankly, Jane, I don’t like it. You know what he’s like, and Sam abandoning him can only make things worse.”
“It’s a pretty kettle of fish, all right,” agreed Jane. “What do you think we should do?” Before Mary-Lou could reply, the door opened again, and a third angel entered, a worried expression on her face.
“Con!” exclaimed Mary-Lou. “What on earth was John thinking?” Con shrugged gloomily.
“He’s downright terrified,” she said. “He doesn’t want to let either of the boys out of his sight. And you can understand why,” she added pleadingly. “Really, Mary-Lou, it’s not hard to see.”
Mary-Lou nodded. “Oh, I know all about it,” she said easily. “But still, Con, you should have stopped him saying all that to Sam.”
“I know! But he didn’t mean to, it just all came out. I didn’t have time to stop him!” Con looked like she might cry, and Mary-Lou patted her on the shoulder.
“Oh, chin up, Con! We’ll just have to work on them.”
By this time, the Archers had finished, and one of the angels wandered over.
“What’s happened?” she asked anxiously.
“Ructions in the family,” replied Mary-Lou briefly. “It’s all right, we’ll sort it out. Look here, you lot, Dean was dropping Sam at the bus station and then going for a drive, and I’d better get back to him. He’s dreadfully upset.” She whirled out of the common room, the others looking after her. Con sighed.
“John’s getting drunk. Oh, Jane! This is breaking his heart.” Jane slipped an arm around Con’s shoulders.
“Buck up, darling, it’ll all come out all right.”
“And they do love each other,” said the newcomer urgently. “They really do.” Con reached out and squeezed her hand.
“I know they do, Stacie,” she said softly. Stacie’s eyes dropped.
“I just… I wish…” she bit her lip unable to carry on. Jane hugged her impetuously.
“Oh, Stacie, you couldn’t have helped what happened! You know it was beyond our control!” Stacie nodded, but her gaze lingered on the door where Mary-Lou had left.
“I don’t think she’ll ever forgive me, though.” She glanced at Con, but didn’t say anything. Con squeezed her hand again, then turned to Jane.
“Come on,” she said, with a sigh. “We’d better get back on duty. I think they’re going to need all the help we can give them.” Jane nodded, and hugged Stacie again.
“Goodbye, darling,” she said, as cheerfully as possible, and the two angels left, arm in arm. Stacie watched them go, then turned slowly back to the other angels in the room.
“Family business?” asked Grizel chummily, safe in the knowledge that her charge lay asleep, safe and sound, secure in his ignorance of the demons and beasts of the supernatural. Stacie was drawn back into the others’ conversation, but her thoughts kept returning to Con, Jane and Mary-Lou. She hoped they’d do a better job of looking after the Winchester men than she had done looking after Mary.
Now, the question is, dare I pimp this anywhere? Or is that taking my random crossovers too far?