Desperate Times - 33
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hemrageChapter 32 here.
Title: Desperate Times (33/?)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Jensen/Jared, Jensen/OMCs, AU, Non-con, Dub-con, MPREG
Additional Warnings For This and Upcoming Chapters for those that want them – Reading these may, in my opinion, spoil your enjoyment of the story: (Highlight to read) Extreme medical practices, acts of terrorism, violence - murder and CHARACTER DEATH (I only kill original characters.)
“Calm down, Donna.”
“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down, Alan. Just don’t.” She screamed before paling, taking a deep breath. She had a temper, Alan had always known it, and the only way to diffuse it was to avoid feeding it. He had to stay calm himself, which was, he admitted, sometimes beyond him. When she spoke again she was quieter than before, more as a concession to her sleeping son in the next room than to his plea. “He’s sleeping with our son. Having… having sex with him.”
“I heard you the first time.” Alan placed his hands gently on Donna’s shoulders. He wanted to hold her, let her know that things were alright. They had their youngest son back and he was fine. But he didn’t know whether it was true any more than she did. “What’s Jensen said about it?”
She pulled away, turned her back on him. “I’ve not mentioned it. He doesn’t know I know.”
“Then has it occurred to you that it may be entirely consensual?”
The look Donna gave him would’ve been enough to make a lesser man cower. “I. Don’t. Care.”
Alan shook his head, his own suppressed temper threatening to break through the barrier he’d erected. He wanted to make sure no more harm befell his youngest child, but if Jensen wanted this, if it made him happy, it had to have a bearing on the situation. “You should. If this, if Jared, is what Jensen wants, what he needs, I don’t have a problem with it.”
“How can you say that?” She hissed at him. He could see the way she was wringing her hands, biting her lip. She hadn’t been this worked up since the days just before Jensen’s detention. The days spent clutching at straws and refusing to accept everything that could be done had been.
“Because I want him to be happy, Donna. He’s been through enough and, no, I admit, I might not like the idea of him having sex with one of the men from the Center, but I trust him to be able to make his own decisions. You need to do the same.”
Donna deflated, settling on the bed. “But he’s a priest. The Church will never take him back if…”
Alan sighed. She was so convinced the Church could still influence Jensen’s life. So convinced that Jensen would, one day, be able to return to his old life. “No, Donna. Please, think about what you’re saying. The Church won’t take him back, even if he wanted it to.” She shook her head. “It’s true, Donna. You may not like it, but it’s true. Jensen can’t go back. Besides, you’ve not even asked him if he wants to, have you?”
“Alan.” There was a pleading in her voice that he recognized. There were things that, even now, she didn’t want to face.
“I know you want what’s best for him, but what’s best, at least for now, is making sure we don’t make things worse for the boy.” He sat beside her and kissed his wife tenderly on the side of her head. He breathed in the scent of the woman who’d stolen his heart thirty five years earlier. A heart she still hadn’t given back. “Let Jensen decide what he needs. Trust him to know.”
As the tears slipped down his wife’s face Alan drew her closer, let her head rest on his shoulder. “We’re going to have to make sure Joey doesn’t find out about Jared. He’ll never understand.”
Jensen wrestled with the bedclothes, pulled them down below his head and pushed himself up onto the pillows when Jared entered the room.
He’d given into exhaustion as soon as his dad and brothers left him, and Jared hadn’t disturbed him, he’d let him sleep. There’d been a moment there when he’d been sure he’d heard his mother’s raised voice, briefly, but his mind had been so clouded by sleep he couldn’t be sure.
“I think my mom knows about us.”
Jared looked at Jensen’s scrunched up face, at the worry etched in every line. He touched his own cheek, grateful that she hadn’t left a bruise and that the vivid red hand print had faded. “She does.”
Jensen drew in a breath and Jared saw the tears he was struggling to hold back. He sat on the bed and reached out to touch his lover. Reassure him.
“Don’t.” Jensen swept his hands across his face, wiped away the evidence of his tears before looking up at Jared who’d stood up in a bid to deflate Jensen’s increasing irritation. “I hate this. I hate that I’m crying all the time. I hate that so many things make me want to cry.”
“It’s…”
Jensen glared at him, “If you tell me it’s hormones I’ll fucking kill you.”
Jared held his hands up, more than willing to surrender. This didn’t happen often. It was rare Jensen’s mood swings swung into anger, but it was happening now and if Jared wasn’t careful he’d get another slap across his face.
Damn, Jensen was so much like his mother it was scary.
Jensen stared down at the comforter covering his legs, his hitching shoulders stilled after a time and Jared wanted to touch him, comfort him, but he wasn’t sure that his hand wouldn’t get bitten off if he tried.
“How’d she find out? Did you tell her?”
The words were ground out and Jared had no doubt anger was still the dominant emotion in the room. He winced, braced himself for Jensen’s reaction. He couldn’t see it being good. “She found a tube of lube on the dresser.”
Jensen’s head swung up, his eyes wide when they met his. “She….?”
Jared shrugged his shoulders. Jensen’s face was unreadable, it could still go either way.
“Lube?” Jared heard disbelief and shock in that single word and wasn’t surprised when Jensen bowed his head, covered his face with his hands.
He risked touching him then. Risked Jensen’s wrath even though his shoulders jerked and his frame shook.
“I’m sorry Jen. I’m …”
Jared stopped talking as Jensen lowered his hands, turned to face him.
There were no tears, Jensen was laughing. An hysterical bubble of joy making his body rock.
Jared was grateful for the upswing, a new mood to add to Jensen’s reduced repertoire.
He also prayed, as the bed head hit the wall, that Jensen wasn’t being loud enough for his parents to hear him on the other side.
Joshua didn’t mean to stare, but he couldn’t help it. The boy was huge, his large, pregnant belly impossible to miss. He wondered what it was like, to feel something, someone, moving inside. To know that you were responsible for another life.
He doubted he’d ever get to experience parenthood himself. Alexis was very definitely infertile, but he’d known that going in. She hadn’t hidden it. It was a common condition – one he probably shared.
The large belly, the extra weight. That was the way Jensen would look soon enough, and Joshua was stunned by the thought. He hadn’t seen very many pregnant women in his life, and never a pregnant man.
So, no. He didn’t mean to stare.
But he knew he was doing it.
He’d left Joseph to unpack both their bags. His brother needed the space and time to climb off the emotional rollercoaster he’d been riding on. Joe hadn’t asked for him to leave, but Joshua could read him well enough to know it was needed.
The kid had been out in the living room, curled up with a book, and Joshua had sat in the chair, attempting to read something of his own.
Five times he’d started the same page and he still didn’t know what the book he’d fished out of Joe’s bag was about. He gave up on it, dropping it onto the floor.
That left him with nothing to do but look at the kid. “What are you reading?”
“Can’t you tell from over there? You’ve been staring hard enough.” Trey didn’t even lift his eyes from the page. His bitter words stung and Joshua suddenly realized why Jared had been reluctant to elaborate on the people he’d be living with.
He really didn’t need to make any enemies here. He wasn’t going to be around for long but his family could be in the company of this young man for some time to come.
“Sorry.”
The kid put his book on the arm of the chair and stood up, bending backwards, stretching his back muscles. “So, you’re Jensen’s brother?”
Joshua nodded. “One of them, yes.”
Trey stepped forward, extended his hand. The movement wasn’t accompanied by a smile. “The name’s Trey.”
Joshua took his hand anyway, shaking it briefly. “Glad to meet you. I’m Josh. My brother, Joe, is unpacking.”
Trey nodded and pulled the blanket he’d been curled up in off the sofa, before wrapping it round his shoulders.
“You sickening for something too?”
Trey’s lip curled up at the side. Not quite a smile, not quite a grimace. “Like Jensen you mean? Nope, just the wonderful glow of pregnancy.” He sat down again, taking the weight off his legs. “I’ve not seen him for a while, how’s he doing?”
Joshua latched onto the safe topic of Jensen. Trey seemed genuinely interested in his brother’s welfare so he couldn’t be all bad. “He’s got the flu. He’s tired and achy and no doubt feeling sorry for himself. Jenny doesn’t do sick well.”
Trey’s smile was genuine then. “Jenny?”
Joshua smiled then too, relaxing now that the tension seemed to be broken. “Probably shouldn’t have said that. Don’t call him that, he doesn’t really like it.”
“I’ll remember that.” Trey continued to smile, picking up the book he’d been reading.
“Can I ask you a question?”
Trey sighed, lowered the book to his reduced lap and looked up, resigned. “Depends what it is.”
Josh rubbed his hands against his thighs. He really needed to know when to leave well enough alone. “I was wondering when the baby was due.”
He wasn’t sure he’d get an answer as Trey looked down at his stomach, rubbed beneath the bump. “I got all of eight weeks of carrying this lump round before I meet the kid.”
“What are you having?”
Trey frowned. “What do you mean?”
Joshua was confused by the question. “Boy or girl?”
Trey shook his head, “Not done your research have you? Gestates only have boys.” He sounded offended and Joshua was even more confused. Jensen’s last pregnancy would’ve resulted in his parents gaining a granddaughter. The look on Trey’s face was reason enough for him to change the subject, however.
“What are you going to do after?”
“No idea. I never thought we’d be stuck in the middle of these damn woods for so long. The fact that Doctor Jeff is setting up a hospital next door means I’m probably going to be having the kid here, too. What happens after? I don’t know.”
Joshua saw a vulnerability then. An unhealthy layer of fear lay underneath that hard exterior. Trey was scared – and he was alone.
“You not interested in settling down with the father?”
Trey’s smile was brittle, “You’re getting personal aren’t you?”
“Sorry.”
Trey struggled to stand, Joshua knew better than to offer assistance. Not unless it was requested. “You keep saying that.”
“Sorry.”
Trey turned his back on him and Joshua thought he was about to leave, until he turned back, biting his lip. He frowned. “Tell me, Josh. Why would I want to settle down with someone who raped me?”
Trey didn’t say anything more. He picked up his book and retreated to his room, away from the idiot who didn’t know when to keep his mouth shut.
Joshua could see where Trey was coming from. Could see the idea was ludicrous, but it begged another question. He wasn’t stupid. He’d not missed his mother’s cold looks when they’d finally left Jensen’s room. He’d not missed Jared’s squirm.
Trey couldn’t envision being with a man who’d raped him – so, how could Jensen?
Part 34
Title: Desperate Times (33/?)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Jensen/Jared, Jensen/OMCs, AU, Non-con, Dub-con, MPREG
Additional Warnings For This and Upcoming Chapters for those that want them – Reading these may, in my opinion, spoil your enjoyment of the story: (Highlight to read) Extreme medical practices, acts of terrorism, violence - murder and CHARACTER DEATH (I only kill original characters.)
“Calm down, Donna.”
“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down, Alan. Just don’t.” She screamed before paling, taking a deep breath. She had a temper, Alan had always known it, and the only way to diffuse it was to avoid feeding it. He had to stay calm himself, which was, he admitted, sometimes beyond him. When she spoke again she was quieter than before, more as a concession to her sleeping son in the next room than to his plea. “He’s sleeping with our son. Having… having sex with him.”
“I heard you the first time.” Alan placed his hands gently on Donna’s shoulders. He wanted to hold her, let her know that things were alright. They had their youngest son back and he was fine. But he didn’t know whether it was true any more than she did. “What’s Jensen said about it?”
She pulled away, turned her back on him. “I’ve not mentioned it. He doesn’t know I know.”
“Then has it occurred to you that it may be entirely consensual?”
The look Donna gave him would’ve been enough to make a lesser man cower. “I. Don’t. Care.”
Alan shook his head, his own suppressed temper threatening to break through the barrier he’d erected. He wanted to make sure no more harm befell his youngest child, but if Jensen wanted this, if it made him happy, it had to have a bearing on the situation. “You should. If this, if Jared, is what Jensen wants, what he needs, I don’t have a problem with it.”
“How can you say that?” She hissed at him. He could see the way she was wringing her hands, biting her lip. She hadn’t been this worked up since the days just before Jensen’s detention. The days spent clutching at straws and refusing to accept everything that could be done had been.
“Because I want him to be happy, Donna. He’s been through enough and, no, I admit, I might not like the idea of him having sex with one of the men from the Center, but I trust him to be able to make his own decisions. You need to do the same.”
Donna deflated, settling on the bed. “But he’s a priest. The Church will never take him back if…”
Alan sighed. She was so convinced the Church could still influence Jensen’s life. So convinced that Jensen would, one day, be able to return to his old life. “No, Donna. Please, think about what you’re saying. The Church won’t take him back, even if he wanted it to.” She shook her head. “It’s true, Donna. You may not like it, but it’s true. Jensen can’t go back. Besides, you’ve not even asked him if he wants to, have you?”
“Alan.” There was a pleading in her voice that he recognized. There were things that, even now, she didn’t want to face.
“I know you want what’s best for him, but what’s best, at least for now, is making sure we don’t make things worse for the boy.” He sat beside her and kissed his wife tenderly on the side of her head. He breathed in the scent of the woman who’d stolen his heart thirty five years earlier. A heart she still hadn’t given back. “Let Jensen decide what he needs. Trust him to know.”
As the tears slipped down his wife’s face Alan drew her closer, let her head rest on his shoulder. “We’re going to have to make sure Joey doesn’t find out about Jared. He’ll never understand.”
Jensen wrestled with the bedclothes, pulled them down below his head and pushed himself up onto the pillows when Jared entered the room.
He’d given into exhaustion as soon as his dad and brothers left him, and Jared hadn’t disturbed him, he’d let him sleep. There’d been a moment there when he’d been sure he’d heard his mother’s raised voice, briefly, but his mind had been so clouded by sleep he couldn’t be sure.
“I think my mom knows about us.”
Jared looked at Jensen’s scrunched up face, at the worry etched in every line. He touched his own cheek, grateful that she hadn’t left a bruise and that the vivid red hand print had faded. “She does.”
Jensen drew in a breath and Jared saw the tears he was struggling to hold back. He sat on the bed and reached out to touch his lover. Reassure him.
“Don’t.” Jensen swept his hands across his face, wiped away the evidence of his tears before looking up at Jared who’d stood up in a bid to deflate Jensen’s increasing irritation. “I hate this. I hate that I’m crying all the time. I hate that so many things make me want to cry.”
“It’s…”
Jensen glared at him, “If you tell me it’s hormones I’ll fucking kill you.”
Jared held his hands up, more than willing to surrender. This didn’t happen often. It was rare Jensen’s mood swings swung into anger, but it was happening now and if Jared wasn’t careful he’d get another slap across his face.
Damn, Jensen was so much like his mother it was scary.
Jensen stared down at the comforter covering his legs, his hitching shoulders stilled after a time and Jared wanted to touch him, comfort him, but he wasn’t sure that his hand wouldn’t get bitten off if he tried.
“How’d she find out? Did you tell her?”
The words were ground out and Jared had no doubt anger was still the dominant emotion in the room. He winced, braced himself for Jensen’s reaction. He couldn’t see it being good. “She found a tube of lube on the dresser.”
Jensen’s head swung up, his eyes wide when they met his. “She….?”
Jared shrugged his shoulders. Jensen’s face was unreadable, it could still go either way.
“Lube?” Jared heard disbelief and shock in that single word and wasn’t surprised when Jensen bowed his head, covered his face with his hands.
He risked touching him then. Risked Jensen’s wrath even though his shoulders jerked and his frame shook.
“I’m sorry Jen. I’m …”
Jared stopped talking as Jensen lowered his hands, turned to face him.
There were no tears, Jensen was laughing. An hysterical bubble of joy making his body rock.
Jared was grateful for the upswing, a new mood to add to Jensen’s reduced repertoire.
He also prayed, as the bed head hit the wall, that Jensen wasn’t being loud enough for his parents to hear him on the other side.
Joshua didn’t mean to stare, but he couldn’t help it. The boy was huge, his large, pregnant belly impossible to miss. He wondered what it was like, to feel something, someone, moving inside. To know that you were responsible for another life.
He doubted he’d ever get to experience parenthood himself. Alexis was very definitely infertile, but he’d known that going in. She hadn’t hidden it. It was a common condition – one he probably shared.
The large belly, the extra weight. That was the way Jensen would look soon enough, and Joshua was stunned by the thought. He hadn’t seen very many pregnant women in his life, and never a pregnant man.
So, no. He didn’t mean to stare.
But he knew he was doing it.
He’d left Joseph to unpack both their bags. His brother needed the space and time to climb off the emotional rollercoaster he’d been riding on. Joe hadn’t asked for him to leave, but Joshua could read him well enough to know it was needed.
The kid had been out in the living room, curled up with a book, and Joshua had sat in the chair, attempting to read something of his own.
Five times he’d started the same page and he still didn’t know what the book he’d fished out of Joe’s bag was about. He gave up on it, dropping it onto the floor.
That left him with nothing to do but look at the kid. “What are you reading?”
“Can’t you tell from over there? You’ve been staring hard enough.” Trey didn’t even lift his eyes from the page. His bitter words stung and Joshua suddenly realized why Jared had been reluctant to elaborate on the people he’d be living with.
He really didn’t need to make any enemies here. He wasn’t going to be around for long but his family could be in the company of this young man for some time to come.
“Sorry.”
The kid put his book on the arm of the chair and stood up, bending backwards, stretching his back muscles. “So, you’re Jensen’s brother?”
Joshua nodded. “One of them, yes.”
Trey stepped forward, extended his hand. The movement wasn’t accompanied by a smile. “The name’s Trey.”
Joshua took his hand anyway, shaking it briefly. “Glad to meet you. I’m Josh. My brother, Joe, is unpacking.”
Trey nodded and pulled the blanket he’d been curled up in off the sofa, before wrapping it round his shoulders.
“You sickening for something too?”
Trey’s lip curled up at the side. Not quite a smile, not quite a grimace. “Like Jensen you mean? Nope, just the wonderful glow of pregnancy.” He sat down again, taking the weight off his legs. “I’ve not seen him for a while, how’s he doing?”
Joshua latched onto the safe topic of Jensen. Trey seemed genuinely interested in his brother’s welfare so he couldn’t be all bad. “He’s got the flu. He’s tired and achy and no doubt feeling sorry for himself. Jenny doesn’t do sick well.”
Trey’s smile was genuine then. “Jenny?”
Joshua smiled then too, relaxing now that the tension seemed to be broken. “Probably shouldn’t have said that. Don’t call him that, he doesn’t really like it.”
“I’ll remember that.” Trey continued to smile, picking up the book he’d been reading.
“Can I ask you a question?”
Trey sighed, lowered the book to his reduced lap and looked up, resigned. “Depends what it is.”
Josh rubbed his hands against his thighs. He really needed to know when to leave well enough alone. “I was wondering when the baby was due.”
He wasn’t sure he’d get an answer as Trey looked down at his stomach, rubbed beneath the bump. “I got all of eight weeks of carrying this lump round before I meet the kid.”
“What are you having?”
Trey frowned. “What do you mean?”
Joshua was confused by the question. “Boy or girl?”
Trey shook his head, “Not done your research have you? Gestates only have boys.” He sounded offended and Joshua was even more confused. Jensen’s last pregnancy would’ve resulted in his parents gaining a granddaughter. The look on Trey’s face was reason enough for him to change the subject, however.
“What are you going to do after?”
“No idea. I never thought we’d be stuck in the middle of these damn woods for so long. The fact that Doctor Jeff is setting up a hospital next door means I’m probably going to be having the kid here, too. What happens after? I don’t know.”
Joshua saw a vulnerability then. An unhealthy layer of fear lay underneath that hard exterior. Trey was scared – and he was alone.
“You not interested in settling down with the father?”
Trey’s smile was brittle, “You’re getting personal aren’t you?”
“Sorry.”
Trey struggled to stand, Joshua knew better than to offer assistance. Not unless it was requested. “You keep saying that.”
“Sorry.”
Trey turned his back on him and Joshua thought he was about to leave, until he turned back, biting his lip. He frowned. “Tell me, Josh. Why would I want to settle down with someone who raped me?”
Trey didn’t say anything more. He picked up his book and retreated to his room, away from the idiot who didn’t know when to keep his mouth shut.
Joshua could see where Trey was coming from. Could see the idea was ludicrous, but it begged another question. He wasn’t stupid. He’d not missed his mother’s cold looks when they’d finally left Jensen’s room. He’d not missed Jared’s squirm.
Trey couldn’t envision being with a man who’d raped him – so, how could Jensen?
Part 34
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Date: 2008-10-26 10:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-26 11:03 pm (UTC)Thanks for the compliment, I'm glad this story is working for you.
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Date: 2008-10-26 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-26 11:04 pm (UTC)I'm with mom and dad though - Joseph can't find out.
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Date: 2008-10-26 10:33 pm (UTC)And I wonder about Trey. Seems like he and Josh could be friends once they're done butting heads. Maybe they can help each other see the light, eh?
As for Donna. Can I slap her? Just a thought.
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Date: 2008-10-26 11:05 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-26 11:15 pm (UTC)But what if she slapped you back? She so didn't think twice about slapping Jared - and he's a giant.
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Date: 2008-10-26 11:32 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-26 11:06 pm (UTC)As for the Ackles family? I'd say Joseph is definitely the one to watch. Definitely.
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Date: 2008-10-26 10:35 pm (UTC)And as if Jensen would even consider going back to a church that practically threw him into confinement, at least as he remembers it, telling him if by God's will he could bear a child "it would be a blessing," when at the time he was in dread of the Center and what would happen there. Oh, Mama Ackles, you didn't think that through at all, did you?
I am glad that Jensen got a giggle out of the thought of his mom finding the lube. I'll bet Jared feels the sting of the slap was worth it to see him laugh.
Can't wait to see how the relationship between the brothers and Trey develops--and what they think of Sam, and Jack.
...is it Wednesday yet?
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Date: 2008-10-26 11:07 pm (UTC)I foresee Mama Ackles cooking a big dinner and wanting everyone to sit round the same table.
I think it could be very ... interesting.
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Date: 2008-10-26 10:35 pm (UTC)I really like Josh but I have a feeling I'm going to have to beat Joe even though he's the reason Jensen is out.
I love that Alan is the voice of reason here and he believes Jensen knows his own mind lets hope he can get Joe to believe it.
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Date: 2008-10-26 11:08 pm (UTC)He's definitely going to be the family member to watch.
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Date: 2008-10-26 10:36 pm (UTC)Great update as usual, can't wait to read more!
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Date: 2008-10-26 11:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-26 10:39 pm (UTC)I was so happy to see Jensen laughing about the lube (I laughed, too, by the way). I was concerned that he might pull away from Jared because of his mother's feelings, but it doesn't look that way--I hope.
Nice to get Trey's perspective on the baby's father. It really gives Josh something to think about, and kind of scares me to think what he will say when he finds out about Jared and Jensen.
You are doing such a fabulous job. I love every update.
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Date: 2008-10-26 11:10 pm (UTC)As for the family. Donna's not going to be easy to win round, but the longer they can keep the truth away from Joseph, the better.
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Date: 2008-10-26 10:41 pm (UTC)Looking forward to more.
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Date: 2008-10-26 11:12 pm (UTC)But the action's going to pick up again soon.
Make's you wonder what Sam's up to doesn't it? *g*
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Date: 2008-10-26 10:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-26 11:12 pm (UTC)And I'm glad you're enjoying the story.
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Date: 2008-10-26 11:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-26 11:55 pm (UTC)Jensen's mood swings is adorable, yes, even when he's angry. Jared has an uphill battle dealing with Jensen, one I'm quite sure he wouldn't mind even one bit! Unlike the dealing that he has to with the rest of the family, esp Joseph.
Thank you for another lovely update!
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Date: 2008-10-26 11:56 pm (UTC)I'm glad Jensen's dad is trying to keep an open mind, although he's probably more trying to keep the peace than anything.
I was worried for a minute that Jensen was going to tell Jared to go away, that he couldn't be with him anymore.
Can't wait to see what happens next.
*hugs ya*
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Date: 2008-10-27 12:15 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-27 12:23 am (UTC)I love all the little conversations happening... gives us a glimpse of everyone's personalities.
I know that it's been said before but you are an awesome storyteller. Thanks for continuing to write this verse.
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Date: 2008-10-27 01:41 am (UTC)Loved Jensen's response to his mom finding the lube!!
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Date: 2008-10-27 02:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-27 03:11 am (UTC)Overall, I really like Jensen's balanced personality. He's had a terribly hard time, but is handling it with decency and fairness. He's got the right to be angry or fall apart sometimes; but the fact that he's made friends with Sam and learned to love Jared, despite it all (and put Karl in the hospital! \0/), is mentoring Trey...heck, even Jack likes him...shows the strength and caring man he was before his life got blown to hell. He must have been a very good priest...and does Donna *really* think the Church would be allowed to take him back, even if it wanted to? He's a Gestate. Pending an incredible revolution, he's either going to be enslaved or hiding for the rest of his life.
I don't envy Jared. It's hard enough to meet the in-laws in a normal situation!
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Date: 2008-10-27 03:57 am (UTC)Now Jensen and Jared on the other hand, that was awesome. Well not Jensen's mood swings but him laughing about the lube, that was awesome.
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Date: 2008-10-27 05:02 am (UTC)Yes i know i read like millions of words, buti did in fact sleep. Lol i read until i went cross eyed, slept for a bit, then started readingagain when eyes were normal. i have a bit of an obsession/dedication problem, happens in all aspects of my life.
Love this chapter, action isnt everything. Sometimes it is nice just to read the chemistry between people.
Love it, nice job, cant wait till wednesday (my thursday ugh) :P
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Date: 2008-10-27 06:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-27 10:34 am (UTC)xx
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Date: 2008-10-27 12:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-27 05:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-27 10:13 pm (UTC)Everybody seem to worry because of Joe - why ? Wouldn't be very simple for Jensen to just tell him what and how things really are ? He should know his brother... besides, what can he do ? Nah, forget I asked that, don't want to find out !
Thank you !
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Date: 2008-10-28 12:07 pm (UTC)I love vulnerable/hurt Jensen fictions so this one ticked all the boxes. He's just adorable.
Thanks for this. Any more up?
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Date: 2008-10-29 02:19 am (UTC)*kisses Sam's cheek and cuddles Jensen*
Poor boys.
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Date: 2008-10-29 02:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-29 08:34 pm (UTC)I understand she wants the son she knew back but she really needs to start realising that too much has happened.
Really loving where you're going with this.
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Date: 2008-10-29 10:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-13 08:11 am (UTC)So Joshua knows now about Jared too!!!