Title: For Good
Category: TV Shows ยป Glee
Author: JasonDragon64
Language: English, Rating: Rated: M
Genre: Supernatural/Romance
Published: 09-04-11, Updated: 10-23-11
Chapters: 15, Words: 62,109


Chapter 1: Chapter 1


Author's Note: I don't own anything Glee except my OC's. I promise to give the characters back to their rightful owners as soon as I've finished playing with them. Pairings will eventually include Kurt/Puck and Sam/OMC.

Author's Note2: I tend to spell using British English, and use many terms from Irish mythology. If you are unfamiliar with either, please feel free to ask questions in your reviews. Hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoy writing it. Work in progress.

October 15, 2001

Elizabeth Hummel was having a very bad day. Her precious son was nowhere to be found at his school, and none of the teachers had paid the boy any attention as strangers stole him away. Only the thought of her beloved child's plight kept her on her feet. With a rush of her inspiration, Elizabeth aspected her favourite of the Old Celtic deities, Cernunos, Lord of the Hunt.

Senses suddenly many times more acute than even a bloodhound's, she quickly began seeking traces of her son. There! A fresh scent. Following, the young mother invoked yet more of her aspected power, the speed and strength of the Hunter to go with his sharp senses. Following on foot, she cast a glamour about herself, to avoid notice by the mortals around her. Nearly an hour of her efforts brought her to a ramshackle house on the outskirts of town. This was a dreadful part of town few upstanding citizens would willingly enter. Her sharp ears easily picking up her baby's soft, whimpering sobs.

Dropping the aspect of Cernunos, she now called forth the Morrigan's battle frenzy. These monsters threatened her family and most of all, they hurt her baby. By the gods, they would pay! With a swift kick, the door flew into splinters, and the former Druid mage rushed into the building with an over-powering rage that only a mother could carry. Three men stood between her and Kurt. Those animals would learn a final lesson in life: A mother protecting her young is the deadliest of all creatures!

Elizabeth quickly went into a deadly dance of beautiful violence and lethal precision. Darting in and out like a striking viper, her hands and feet never slowing enough to be seen, she seemed to flow about the room as she struck each of the three men. Here, a kick to a man's ribs that burst his heart, there a crushing blow to another's throat, breaking his neck. The third man, she took her time with. He had her Kurt's sweater in his hands. Her movements became even faster and angrier. Surging like a crashing wave, she danced in to him, sending the large male flying against a wall, the impact shaking the entire building. Another lightning fast spin, and she pulled him into a lethal embrace, crushing his spine and ending the dance at last.

Mere moments after entering the abandoned domicile, only Kurt and his mother were left alive. Clutching her boy in a tight and protective embrace, Elizabeth made her way outside, to call her husband. Burt would have to raise their son now. She knew that her efforts had been too much. Her eyes filled with tears as she sang softly to the frightened child, she could only hope that Burt would remember his promise and call her family when she passed the veil into the Summerlands.

"Mama is very sleepy now, Acushla*. Papa will be here soon. Can you sing me to sleep?"

"Mama... Those men scared me. Why did they take me away from school?"

"Hush now, sing to Mama. I need to sleep, my little darling. Sing to me, baby."

"Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around.
Nothing's gonna harm you, no sir, not while I'm around.

Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays,
I'll send 'em howling,
I don't care, I got ways.

No one's gonna hurt you,
No one's gonna dare.
Others can desert you,
Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there.

Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while,
But in time...
Nothing can harm you
Not while I'm around...

Not to worry, not to worry
I may not be smart but I ain't dumb
I can do it, put me to it
Show me something I can overcome
Not to worry, Mum"...

With a soft sigh, Elizabeth Hummel, nee Campbell closed her weary eyes and fell to the ground. All traces of her great strength fading away as Kurt's voice trailed off to muffled sobs. Minutes later, a tearful Burt Hummel drove up, frantically looking at his family on the ground.

"Kurt, buddy... Are you alright son?"

"Daddy!" The small boy ran to his father and threw himself into the large man's embrace. "Mama won't wake up."

"Don't worry son, we'll get her to the doctor and they'll help her. Are you okay buddy?"

Nodding tearfully, the boy went to get the car door while Burt carried his wife to the old Chevy.

Ten days later, Elizabeth Hummel stopped breathing and was declared dead. Burt Hummel called her family to arrange the funeral, wishing he had never told them about the attempted kidnapping, nor how she died. After her funeral, Michael Campbell and his son Ronan both asked if Kurt would be coming with them. Burt said no and left with his son.


*Acushla: "dear one", a fond endearment