The Monsters In Our Heads (Book 7 Arrow/SPN Crossovers)

Passing the Torch

"Hey babe, it's late," She said as she walked into the garage we'd built a few months back. "Sam won't be here for another week." She'd already changed out of the pantsuit she'd worn to the latest meeting about projects to make her people's lives better. I don't like her in suits, she's just not comfortable in them. Stick her in jeans, show her a monster and give her a gun, that's when she gets to be who she really is. Of course that wasn't much of an option these days. She was barefoot, wearing a pair of my sweats, an old t-shirt and half asleep on her feet.

I stuck my head out of the window of Sam's birthday present and gave her a quick kiss. "I know, but the interior is always a bitch and I still have to finish the last coat of paint. How was the meeting?"

She smiled which was a huge improvement over how she usually looked after dealing with tribal stuff. "Good, we worked out a way to get money for the new school and everyone's on board, finally. Somehow Rising Dove managed to make this part seem a lot easier than it is. I think he was just better at dealing with people than I am. Half an hour into these things I usually just want to start throwing punches."

"Nah, I think he'd just mellowed over the years. Rabbit's got some great stories about Rising Dove's pre-Shaman days. You should get him to tell them to you some time."

She sighed and yawned, "If I ever get time. You coming with me to the site tomorrow? Gerald called, he and his hunter buddies have more building supplies they "acquired." We can finish the main building by the end of the month at this rate."

I laughed, "Hey, you asked for my help on getting things together. Not my fault the only people I know tend to be slightly criminally minded."

"Thank God we're building it on tribal land or else we'd have been busted by someone for stolen goods months ago."

"Perks of being a sovereign-ish nation. What time do you want to head to the site?"

"Nine-ish I guess. Gerald said he'd be there by eleven. That will give us plenty of time."

"Sounds good, get some sleep. I'll be up soon."

"All right." She took another look at what I'd spent the last month on, "He's going to flip when he sees this."

"Well, he'll need wheels after I take Baby back and new cars are a pain to maintain. Besides, I think he's old enough to have his own car now."

She laughed, "I still think you're rushing things, why not wait until he's forty?"

"I'll start with the car, if he can handle that responsibility then when he's forty we'll talk about him dating and moving out."

"How generous of you," she kissed my cheek, "Don't take too long, I didn't get to punch people so have all this pent up energy."

Her lips touched my neck but she pulled back quick, her face all twisted up like she'd eaten a salt covered lemon and drank a shot of cheap ass tequila right after, "Uggh, forgot you'd been out here all day. You taste like the damn ocean."

"Still want me to help out with that pent up energy?"

"At this exact moment, no. After you clean up, I'll kiss you again and go from there."

"Hmm, how pragmatic."

"If nothing else I get another kiss out of the deal."

"True that, now scram or I'll never get this done."

"Scramming. Love you."

It still tripped me out when she said that, even though it'd been almost a year since the first time. "You too." I could tell by her smile that she was in the same boat as I was. She left and I decided to take a break and grab a beer. I'd been installing seats and upholstery all day and finishing up the electrical crap which is my least favorite part of rebuilding a car. It's just so damn tedious. I gotta say though, looking at how far it'd come since I'd found it made me smile.